Tony had finally gotten the guts to ask her to dinner at his place. He had all these emotions running through him. What will she be wearing? Am I gonna say something stupid? He already had the table prepared when there came a knock on the door. He walked over and opened it.
To his amazement, there stood the beautiful Special Agent Ziva David. He takes in what he sees in front of him. She is wearing the same dress that she wore the first time they were undercover together.
Oh my, thought Tony.
Ziva notices his eyes running up and down her figure. "Aren't you going to let me in?"
Tony breaks his concentration. "Yeah. Please come on in."
Ziva walks in to Tony's small, yet kind of cute apartment. She takes off her shawl and Tony takes it from her.
"This is very nice," she says. Then, she sees the candlelit dinner. "Oh, Tony. You didn't need to spoil me!"
"Did I? I'm sorry. By no means did I mean to."
Tony leads her into the kitchen, pulls her chair out for her and has her sit down. Tony then sits down at the other end of the table. They begin eating.
"Mmmm. I feel like I have tasted this before," Ziva says as she eats the Chinese food on her plate.
Tony looks up and stops chewing. Shoot, he thought, she must know I ordered take-out!
Ziva walks over to the trashcan and looks in it. She is shocked, but grins a little. "You ordered take-out! And you told me you were going to cook!"
"Well," Tony starts "I guess I didn't quite spoil you."
"I guess so." She takes her wine glass and holds it out. "Cheers."
Their glasses clink, and that's when Tony sees it. How the candlelight makes her eyes sparkle and how the green pigment in the dress compliments them. They finish eating and then Tony decides he wants to ask her.
"Ziva? Would you like to dance with me?"
"Why I would be flattered, Tony."
Tony goes over and pops in a CD into the player. He takes the rough agent's soft and dainty hand into his own. He puts his arms around her waist and she puts his around his neck. As they keep dancing, she puts her head on his chest. Something in Tony's brain just dinged after about ten minutes of slow dancing with his co-worker. The time is now, he thought. He calming breaks away from their dancing position and puts his hands on her hips.
"Ziva. I need to be honest with you."
"What is on you mind, Tony?"
Tony walks over to the CD player and stops the CD. Ziva looks at him nervously.
"What is this about?," she continues.
"This is about love. I think I have found her."
"Oh, Tony congratulations. Who is she? I am surprised that I have not heard about her yet." She had a little bit of jealousy in her voice.
"The problem is….I just don't know if she loves me back."
"Wait, so you are not dating this woman?"
"No, but as I think of her, I feel as if she is right here with me."
"So then why did you invite me to dinner and not her?" Her voice was agitated.
"Because….she is here, standing right in front of me in her silky green gown." Tony admits.
Ziva looks confused, then realizes that the truth has come out. How long had she waited for this moment where he tells her he loves her.
"Ziva, I love you." Tony get out of his trembling and nervous lips.
How she wanted that "I love you" set on to her very own lips. She had a confession too.
"The feeling's mutual." She moves closer to him and gives him what he wants; a kiss. It was deep and needy, crying out for his love in return. It started out just like he thought; this is going to end up being like my first kiss again. He closes his eyes and takes in the moment. They break away, trembling.
"All this time?" Tony asks.
"All this time." Ziva replies.
She nervously tries to go in for another go, but he is many steps ahead of her. His rough lips pursing passionately against her delicate ones. His tongue grazes her lips and she opens her mouth to allow for passage. She already is beginning to unbutton his shirt. He untied her dress and let it drop to the carpeted floor, revealing her lacy lingerie. Then he picks her up and carries her into his cozy bedroom. He distinctly remembers the first time she wore that green dress, when she kissed him and faked in bed; it hadn't felt like she wanted him. Now in this moment, she did want him, every bit of him, her kiss was real and not for the show. She loved him. And his feelings were mutual.
