Tony and Ziva were sitting in her living room, they were spending the evening together, as they often did, by ordering a pizza and watching a film. Usually they did this
at Tony's, for the obvious reason that he had a much more extensive DVD collection but his neighbours were decorating so here they were. He had dismissed her dvd
collection as being to "musically" so they had flicked through the channels until they came across one that was just starting. Every time they watched a film they spent
most of the time chatting with Tony occasionally shushing her during the most "important" bits, the only other lapses in conversation were during the sex scenes. Ziva
couldn't exactly put her finger on why this was but every time one came on an uncomfortable silence would descend on them, well she knew she didn't talk during them
because she could never stop herself from imagining her and Tony doing what was being depicted on the screen. She was always picturing pulling up his shirt, placing
hot kisses all over his chest or him grabbing her and throwing her down on a bed or against convenient wall why he pulled off her clothes-unable to resist her.
Obviously, this meant she couldn't talk to or even look at him while these thoughts were running through her mind for fear she would pounce on him or because she
worried that maybe he would work out from her flushed cheeks that she was imagining doing filthy things to him. Here lay the problem with this film, practically all the
characters seemed to be incapable of keeping their hands off of each other and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't push the images of her and Tony out of her
mind so she sat rapped in a self impposed silence. Not that Tony was being very chatty, he was sprawled across her sofa while she lounged in her armchair feet up on
her coffee table. She was trying not to look at him lying there, thinking about how easy it would be for her to slink over and straddle him, tear of his shirt, run her
fingers through his thick, dark chest hair, bite down on his soft skin . . . She swallowed and forced her eyes back to the screen, crossing her legs tightly.
Tony suddenly sat up and sighed, running his hands through his hair before allowing them to drop to his sides. She turned to look at him and was about to ask what
was wrong when he stood up and started walking towards her, she took her feet off the coffee table, assuming he wanted past her to go to the bathroom but instead
he stopped in front of her. He slowly sunk to his knees, leaning over to pick up the remote, muting the TV. She looked at him questioningly, opening her mouth to ask
what was going on when he reached out and unbuttoned her trousers gently tugging them down slightly before pausing and then hooking his fingers through her
underwear as well. He pulled more firmly this time and so authoritivaly that she unquestioningly lifted her bum off her seat allowing him to pull them both off in one
swift move. His eyes ran down her legs and his hands soon followed, sliding down her smooth skin to her feet, her breaths were becoming deep and rapid as tense
anticipation flooded her. He wrapped his hands around her ankles, lifting them up to his shoulders where he let them rest. He turned his face it her left leg pressing it
against her calf and breathed in deeply. He shut his eyes and slowly slid his cheek down to her knees, his slight stubble tickled as he went sending a tingling feeling
right through her body. Kissing the inside of her knee softly he slipped his hands underneath them and pushed them up until they were above the armrests where he
pushed them apart, hooking them over the sides. Ziva swallowed, she was completely exposed and her nakedness made her feel vulnerable but she still couldn't bring
herself to move or to break the thick silence which had enveloped them. She held her breath as he started to slide his hand down the inside of her thigh, right down to
the centre where he paused once again as though he were briefly considering the consequences of his actions. However after a split second of thought he brought
one finger over and gently touched her, sliding his finger torturously slowly down through her slick folds. Ziva watched his face as he did so, his brow was furrowed in
concentration, or nerves, she couldn't decide which. She bit her lip, wondering where this was going; was he just going to suddenly stand up and walk away? Would
they pretend that this had never happened? However Tony did not share her worries, he wasn't thinking at all actually he was just doing. The time for dreaming of
what it would be like to do this, spending an other evening with Ziva without really being with her was out of the question, it was time for action. He glanced up at her
and saw her big dark eyes staring back at him, wide and pleading; she didn't want to wait any more either. Without warning he suddenly dropped his head down and
pressed his lips firmly against her, kissing her already swollen clitoris causing Ziva to finally release the breath she had been holding in a loud gasp before dropping her
head back against the chair. Tony opened his mouth and gently flicking his tongue over the sensitive mound before he moved lower, tilting his head to the side to
nibble gently on one of her lips. Ziva sighed as he ran his teeth lower and lower until he reached her opening where he swept his tongue across and then pushed it
deeply against her and dragging it right back up to the top where he swirled it around her clit. She moaned softly and moved one hand to the back of his head, burying
it in his sandy hair while throwing one above her head, gripping the soft throw over the back of her chair. Tony was flicking his tongue around and around, sometimes
changing direction and each time he did a little shiver ran through her body, she was murmuring his name over and over again in a voice thick with desire which
spurred him on even more. He suddenly moved down, forcing his tongue through her opening, swirling it around inside her. The sudden change caused her to shout in
surprise and pleasure as she tightened her grip in his hair, pushing his face harder against her as she bucked and grinded her hips, trying to increase the friction. He
could barely breathe as his nose was pressed against her clit and yet he didn't even care, she tasted so different and so much better than anyone else he barely even
noticed. He started to wiggle his head to provide more pressure against her and in response she screamed his name at the top of her voice, sending a shiver down
Tony's spine. Tension was building inside Ziva and with every sweep of his tongue she slid closer and closer to the edge, she began to slip her legs along the armrests
until they reached his shoulders and she then wound them round his head, gripping him tightly against her. After a couple of minutes Tony realised that this not only
impeded his movement but also muffled her screams and he wanted to hear every last one he elicited so he grabbed her behind the knees and roughly shoved them
back up und pulled them apart, opening her wider to him. This caused Ziva to slide even further down in the chair and she screamed again at the sudden change in her
position and the better access it allowed Tony. HE took advantage and began lapping her all over in fast little movements, Ziva's groans became louder and more
inconsistent interspersed with her moaning his name with ever increasing desperation and need. She was almost there, he could feel it so he changed tactic to long,
forceful licks covering her full length and soon she was reduced to mere grunts of pleasure so he finally swirled his tongue over her clit on last time before very gently
closing his teeth around it and softly squeezing which sent her screaming into her orgasm. He leant back, wanting to watch her come for the first time. He pressed his
hand against her centre to maintain a little pressure and prolong her pleasure, he could fell her core pulsating on his palm as her back arched into the air. Her eyes
were squeezed shut as she shouted out his name, screaming and moaning loudly. She definitely hadn't been lying when she said she was a screamer. Her knuckles
were tight from the strength with which she was gripping the chair while her whole body shook. Tony watched her in amazement, this was already the best night he
had ever had with anyone and he knew that whatever happened after this he would never forget this, the first time he had ever seen Ziva, the most beautiful woman
he had ever known, the one he had wanted more than any other, in the throes of an orgasm. He moved his hand away from her centre to gently run his fingers along
her thighs as she began to come down from her high. Her ear-splitting shrieks were replaced with gentle moans which in turn morphed into loud, gulping breaths as
she tried to regain her composure. He removed his hands, dropping them to his sides as her eyes flicked open. She struggled to sit up properly and he bean to worry
slightly about what would happen next when the familiar silence sneaked back over them. The TV cast flickering blue light against her face as she quietly fixed her eyes
on his, they were deep with emotion as she contemplated what to do next.