Inspired by the episode of Knockout, I wrote this late last night, but I didn't feel like posting it then because I was too tired to fight with my computer to accomplish that. But I'm posting it now.
It's been too long, far too long and he is not quite sure if he can handle another second of this torture. Each moment he spends in her presence she seems to be way to close yet not close enough at all.
Her scent seems to wrap around him like a flowery cocoon and he can't help the fact that his eyes want to roll into the back of his head. Scent triggers memories of that he is sure because every time he gets a whiff of her hair he remembers sheets and tangled limbs; sweat and panted breaths; and even though it had all been an act, in his mind it's as real as his need for her.
He is not one to beg but he finds himself moments away from dropping to his knees and begging her to relieve him, not from his duties, no, this time he has a much stronger need coursing through him.
He knows there is only one woman who can sate him, and that woman was the same one who made his heart start to pound with a mere flick of her wrist; who sent fire through his loins with just the way she walked. She exuded a sexual prowess that caused his mouth water and his pants to tighten uncomfortably. She was always there, in his head, or right in front of him and he needed her in a way he never had needed someone before.
He had so much sexual tension built up that he was sure he would burst from even the slightest touch. He supposed that was the reason why he'd jumped a foot into the air when her cool fingers brushed against his arm. He had felt a fire coursing through him in that single moment and his heart rate skyrocketed.
He turned his eyes towards her, taking in her straightened hair and reveling in the fact that she had worn it down. The silky length of her hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves and he wanted to do nothing more than to weave his fingers through it.
He was actually glad that that condom was still safely tucked inside of his wallet because he knew that when he was finally able to use it, it would be that much sweeter; because Ziva David was the right woman for him and it was about time he let her in on that fact.
Thought I'd get inside Tony's head a bit. I enjoyed writing this, because I like it when Tony thinks about Ziva. ^^ Did you like it? I sure hope you did.
I really enjoyed this episode, with the TIVA moments, to the head slap and the fact that Ziva actually had her hair down, I had begun to think she was wearing it up as a way to distance herself; an up-do is more professional and I was feeling that she was trying to keep her feelings professional. And to me, the fact that she wore it down symbolizes that she cannot hide from her feelings, that she is willing to accept them.
