Rating: M

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended; these characters belong to NCIS, I own nothing.

Pairing: Ziva D./ Tony D.

WS

"Don't flatter yourself, David. It was the perfect opportunity to get you out of my system."

These words echoed around her head for hours after they had been spoken a few days ago, and not just that, they had a nasty tendency to creep up on her whenever she wasn't paying attention. At work, in the car, at the store, in the middle of the night, or right now.

"Out of his system?" Ziva asked her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She put down her toothbrush and wiped pepperminty foam from her mouth.

"Out of his system?" she said it again, looking into her own eyes. She bit her lip and stood up straight. Her instant urge was to smash the mirror with one hard blow, but she resisted. There were other options, too, she just couldn't think of any right now. She could kill him, of course; but then again, that wouldn't make the words unsaid.

No.

She'd have to come up with something better than that.

X X X

Tony DiNozzo arrived home at approximately 11:30 pm.

Half-heartedly he schlepped to his front door, turned the keys in the lock, and pushed it open. These gym sessions were a pain in the ass and getting worse. At one point mid balancing on a Swiss Ball in the most undignified position he felt like walking away from it all, getting a greasy burger with double fries, watching some idiotic spring-break themed movie, and putting his feet up. After all, it was a Friday night. What was he even doing at the gym?

Keeping fit was a bitch, and he knew full well eternal youth didn't exist, and yet he persisted. Ah, vanity.

Once inside, he slammed shut the door behind him and switched on the lights. From the corner of his eyes he saw a figure.

"Ziva," he gasped, unable to conceal the fright she'd given him.

"What the hell are you doing here? I could have punched your lights out." He threw his gym bag onto the floor and ruffled his hair.

Ziva gave him a sarcastic grin.

"What? You think I couldn't take you in a fight?" he laughed.

"What are you doing here?" he asked again when it became apparent she wasn't going to say anything.

"I could not sleep," she finally answered.

He nodded slowly, not understanding at all, and almost involuntarily looked her up and down.

The room suddenly became very still, the silence drowned out only by the sound of the blood rushing through his ears.

"And so you put on a cocktail dress and broke into my apartment?" he asked, his voice cool and collected, despite the fact that she was wearing not just any old cocktail dress, but the dress. The dress! The green dress that almost made him lose his mind on their last assignment. That dress was bad news. Very bad news.

"Ziva?"

No answer, still no answer, only those eyes looking back at him. He felt his throat getting dry, closing up. Water. Had he had enough water? He probably just needed a sip of water, but walking away from her eyes felt even more impossible than trying to conjure up a rational thought. Plus, it wasn't often that she let him indulge in looking into her eyes, and now that she did, he was suddenly, if not expectedly, positively mesmerized.

He walked towards her like a lion stalking his prey, and with each step, the silence got louder.

Inches apart now, he watched her eyes dance to his lips and back up to his eyes again, and then he knew.

"Agent David, have you come here to play?" he whispered, and her expression changed suddenly and completely, like he had pulled her out of a trance.

She was trying to compose herself, maybe wrecking her brain for a smart come-back.

"I," she started, but he wouldn't let her finish.

"Shut up, Ziva," he whispered and quickly pressed his mouth onto hers, pushing her further into the wall like he was afraid she could get away. Or hurt him. The last thought was quickly eradicated, because Ziva opened her mouth and kissed him like her life depended on it.

Things got completely out of hand quickly, and next thing Tony knew, they were on the floor, Ziva wearing nothing at all anymore, him with his pants around his ankles. He quickly freed himself from the remaining items and tried to ignore the fact that they were about to do it on the floor of his apartment. Like a pair of teenagers, except that this was different. So different.

The little noises she made were familiar and so sexy he feared he was going to come just from listening to her. He kissed her, and teased her, his hands and lips all over her incredible body, until she was begging him.

She came moments later, and when he joined her, he came out with random words that made no sense, and her name. Over and over, her name.

He flopped down beside her, and missed the warmth of her body immediately.

"God, Ziva," he huffed. He wasn't sure what to say now, drowning in post sex haze with her taste still on his lips.

Her laugh surprised him, and he opened his eyes and looked at her.

"I did not think it would be over so quickly," she giggled.

"Well, sorry, Miss David, but you weren't exactly setting a very leisurely pace. And, coming to think of it, you even beat me to it," he smiled a cocky smile at her.

"It was not a race. Tony."

"Wasn't it?" he rolled to his side, and ran his finger around the edges of her bellybutton.

She laughed again and wiggled on the floor. "Ouch. And I think I have carpet burn."

"Well, Ziv-ah. We better get you to bed then. I'd hate for that to get worse."

She looked at him quizzically, but he was having none of it. "What? In half an hour I'm ready for round two," he assured her. A moment passed, and when that rare gentle stillness returned between them, he pulled her towards him by her neck and kissed her deeply. "You didn't think you could come to my house in the middle of the night dressed like that and not get screwed senseless, did you?"