A/N: Here's a little one-shot I thought of the other day in chemistry...
Disclaimer: nope. not mine.
The sound of smacking lips caught Tony's attention from across the bullpen, but he didn't look up from the report he had been trying to write for ages. The second time he heard it, he tried to brush it off. But after the sound had reached his ears a total of six times, he tore his tired eyes from the computer and looked exasperatedly at his partner.
"ZIVA." he called with an irritated edge in his voice. But once he realized what he was looking at, every coherent thought about lip smacking and report writing flew from his head. The dress was tiny, and the heels were dangerously tall.
Ziva smirked at his expression and looked back to her compact mirror. "Yes, Tony?"
He looked at her confusedly, but he couldn't complain about her appearance. This was the Ziva from his fantasies.
"What...what are you wearing?"
"I am going undercover tonight, remember? Davidson goes to his favorite nightclub every Friday night, and I am to meet him there and plant the tracking device..." she trailed off and looked over her mirror curiously. "You remember, right?"
Tony vaguely remembered hearing something along those lines from Gibbs earlier, but his mind had been elsewhere. He couldn't help that Ziva had decided to wear new perfume...
"Of course I remember." Tony affirmed, and using a lot of the little strength he had left, tore his eyes from her and fixed them back on his report. But then another thought crossed his mind, causing him to flick his gaze back to her. "But what's with all the lip balm?"
A sly smile appeared on Ziva's face, "I have to distract him enough to place a GPS tracker on him while his bodyguards are around. It might take a little more than a smile, Tony."
Tony frowned slightly, horrible thoughts of Ziva letting that poor excuse of a man come near her filling his head. But he tried his best to push them aside, knowing that this was key in solving their latest case.
Ziva had gone back to fussing with her makeup, and it occurred to Tony that he had never seen her stress over her looks as much as she was doing now.
"You look fine, Ziva. More than fine, really."
She shot him a grateful smile without looking up. "Thank you, Tony. But do I look approachable? Kissable? There will be so many other women there..."
Her sudden lack of self-esteem alarmed him. This wasn't the Ziva he normally saw; the confident woman who's head was always held high and who walked with a sensual strut in her step was suddenly missing. Now he saw a worried, stressed, and nervous girl...but that didn't make her any less beautiful.
Tony stood from his desk and made his way over to her. His hand grasped the mirror in her hand, and he closed the compact with a click. She looked at him in confusion, but the look in his eyes calmed her down a bit.
"You're gonna be fine, Ziva. You always are." he reassured, and he slowly felt that new perfume go to his head.
"How do you know?" she asked worriedly, her wide eyes boring into his concerned ones.
Without thinking, Tony placed a quick, tender kiss on her incredibly soft lips. When he pulled back, she looked at him in surprise.
"Because you look pretty kissable to me." he replied softly. He was about to say something else when a stinging sensation on the back of his head broke his train of thought.
"No kissing in my office." a gruff voice said from behind him. "Now go get 'em, Ziver."