Chapter Two-Cards On The Table
They continued kissing for several minutes until Tony finally found the willpower to pull away. Their heavy breaths substituted the silence in the apartment. He looked into Ziva's hungry eyes and smiled. They had darkened with lust which pleased Tony.
"So Tony, what do you want to do now?" She asked as she wagged the bottle of lotion in the air, already knowing the answer.
"Oh, I think you already know." He said as he snatched the bottle from her hand.
He looked deep into her brown eyes as his hands connected the hem of her shirt. He leaned in and kissed her gently, soon allowing the kiss to escalade as he set the bottle of Shea butter down on the couch. Their heady kiss only broke for a moment as Tony lifted her shirt over her head and off her body. He tossed it away without thinking and he allowed his lips to crash into hers with frenzied passion. Tongues began spilling into each others' mouths, fighting for overall dominance in the heated kiss.
"This is nice." Tony commented in a segmented voice as he kissed Ziva.
"I know." She replied breathlessly.
Ziva attached her hands onto the lapels of Tony's suit jacket and practically ripped it from her partner's body. It fell to the floor once Ziva let go f it and then she began expertly removing his tie and unbuttoning Tony's white button up work shirt. It then became open, revealing his muscular torso. Both formerly intrusive pieces of fabric fell behind Tony, landing in approximately the same place as his jacket. When they separated they looked at each other for a seemingly long minute and then Tony stared hungrily at Ziva's bare torso. He stepped even closer to her, his body practically against hers. His breath brushed against Ziva's face which caused Ziva to shiver.
"Where's the bottle?" Ziva asked; nervousness only slightly apparent in her voice.
"On the couch." Tony replied as he began hungrily kissing her tanned neck. "You taste so good."
"Thank you." She moaned, leaning into his mouth slightly.
She then stopped the kiss and looked up at Tony with seriousness in her chocolate eyes.
"Are you sure about this?" She asked, taking hold of his hand.
"Yes." He answered huskily into Ziva's ear.
She smiled and led him over to his bedroom. Once inside she set the bottle down on the bed. She then looked at Tony and just allowed herself to fall back onto his bed. She was still wearing her white pants and she had ditched her sandals by Tony's bedroom door. Her brunette waves fanned out eloquently on the bed. He smirked down to her as he removed his slacks. He tossed them away and bent down to grip onto Ziva's belt. He undid it slowly as he peppered kisses onto her lower torso. Once her pants became loose he pulled them down, revealing her long toned and tanned legs. Ziva laughed in response as he let out a cat-like growl. Her body now bare to him he made his way up her body with his lips, eventually stopping at her lips. They kissed while Tony reached for the bottle of Shea butter and squeezed some in his hands. As much as it pained him to do this, he pulled away from her lips and stood.
"Can you be a good little ninja and roll over for me?" He asked teasingly.
"Of course." She said and flipped over to where she lied on her stomach.
He smiled at her obedience and straddled her small yet toned thighs. He placed his hands onto her shoulders and allowed his fingers to work their magic. The lotion began to seep into her skin and the smell drove Tony wild. He leaned down and kissed Ziva right behind her ear. His hands began to go lower on her body, eventually finishing with her back. He began tracing her sides, massaging them as well. He then stopped his hands right below her breasts and tapped her sides with his fingertips.
"Ziva, it's time for you to turn around." He said softly into her ear.
"I don't want to move." She said, her voice muffled by the bed.
"That good, huh?"
He watched her nod and smiled satisfactorily. He then watched as she stealthily turned around to face Tony. He looked down at her breasts and imagined himself just lavishing them with his mouth. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. When they separated she looked into his eyes with a lust-driven passion that had been brewing within them both for the better part of six years.
"Well, I believe there is only one part of my front you really want to massage." She noted aloud as she watched him eyeing her breasts.
He nodded, placing his hand around the left side of her rib cage, just below her breast.
"That's true, my crazy ninja." He muttered in a low tone.
"Then what are you waiting for?" She asked rhetorically.
He then smiled down to her and placed his right hand on her left breast. He began tenderly massaging it, squeezing it roughly on occasion. Tony watched her head lean back slightly as she closed her eyes. He leaned don and took Ziva by surprise when he put his mouth on her unoccupied breast. She jumped slightly at the sudden contact but began to settle, becoming soothed by the rhythm his hands were moving to. His tongue began working on her peaking nipple. After a few moments he alternating, making sure both breasts received the same amount of attention. Tony then heard Ziva begin to let out incoherent moans. Tony could really only make out his name. Her breath turned rapid and Ziva then realized that the longer this went and farther this went the more she wondered if this would turn into something much more than a massage with Shea butter. She then began mentally head slapping herself. What was she talking about? This turned sexual the moment she allowed him to take off her shirt. She now knew this could never just be a full body massage. She had to put her cards on the table. She had to do this, she just had to.
