'Prove it,' she repeated.
Tony stared at her, unsure how to react. Ziva eyed him before making a grab for his crotch. Tony tried to dodge her advances as an automatic reaction but, of course, Ziva was too quick for him and she pushed him down onto the bed. She clambered on top of him and stared into his eyes, challenging him to comply with her demand.
Tony was enjoying the position she had adopted on top of him but was still nervous to show her that he was allowing this. He shifted uncomfortably, scared that his medium sized penis would reveal itself to her thigh uncontrollably. A lazy smile appeared on her face and he groaned. He could feel it throbbing painfully against her leg as she straddled him.
'Ziva,' he begged. 'Please, get off.'
'Why?' she asked seemingly innocently.
'We are meant to be working,' he replied, trying to scare her off him by reminding her of Gibbs's formidable rule.
'This is work. I need to check that the condom and the man in the picture are not the same person.' She was stating her case calmly while Tony was stammering and sweating.
'Why is that important?' he yelped. She was swaying slightly and her body was rubbing against his, turning him irrevocably on.
'It is very important, Tony. Why are you objecting?' she asked playfully.
Tony groaned again. 'I don't want to be naked in a stranger's room.' He hoped that this feeble excuse would satisfy her.
'Oh come on Tony. You have been naked in countless strange rooms. What's so different about this one?'
'You're in it,' he wanted to say. But he didn't, because she was Ziva and you couldn't say those kinds of things to Ziva so instead he replied, 'Gibbs could be watching.' At this, Ziva threw her head back and roared with laughter. Tony stared at her in dismay. 'What?' he protested.
'You have never minded before. Undercover we were naked, in the bullpen you will take your shirt off, and you tell us constantly about your latest conquest. Gibbs would not be surprised.' She paused and leant down, her rear end rising up as her face got closer to his. His brown eyes flicked between her pert bottom and her seductive face. 'Why won't you take off your pants, Tony? It's purely work related.'
'Really, Ziva? You have no other motive?' he asked sceptically.
'Are you ashamed? Is there nothing there?' she mocked.
Tony flushed crimson again and pushed her off him roughly. He was sensitive about his size and always ordered his condoms online so that he never had to buy medium ones in person. He had told her supposedly to help her in the case but now she was keeping it going. She wouldn't give up so he was going to give up his pride and show her the damn thing.
Tony's thoughts got more and more erratic as he jerked on his zip. It finally gave way and his trousers fell in a pool around his ankles. He hesitated and glanced nervously up at her. She was still kneeling on the bed, her legs splayed. Her eyes were transfixed on his groin and they refused to look into his face. His hands slowly moved towards his boxers and tugged gently on the blue cotton. Ziva's tongue slipped between her lips and ran over the bottom lip sensuously. Tony instantly became hard and his stiffness was obvious through the thin layer of material shielding it from Ziva's intent gaze.
His hands stopped and his whole body tensed with the exertion of trying to make it go flimsy again. A smile flickered across Ziva's wet lips and she dropped onto her hands to crawl towards him. He took an involuntary step backwards so she hopped lightly off the bed.
'You are enjoying this Tony?' she asked softly.
'I don't need to get it out now,' he muttered defensively. 'You can see it already. That was the point.'
She snorted derisively. 'It doesn't give a clear view. Maybe I am not hot enough for you?' She bent over and picked up the Playboy from the top of the pile. She flicked through it before settling on a page. She grasped the corners of the paper and spread it out so he could see. The picture was of a girl in a bikini on a deckchair by a pool. A book was discarded on the floor. 'You seem to enjoy pictures of women in bikinis,' she teased, alluding to the photo of her which he still kept at the back of his drawer in his desk. The image did exactly what it was intended to; increase Tony's libido and make it more prominent.
'That's all you're getting,' Tony told her in a choked voice. 'Show's over.'
'Come on, Tony. You can't just leave me hanging,' she protested. He shook his head with what he hoped was an air of finality. She made another leap towards him but this time he was ready and stepped neatly to one side. Not to be so easily put off, Ziva rolled over onto her back and yanked the boxers down from behind. Tony gave a girlish shriek and spun round to confront her but, when he saw the delight on her face as he twirled to face her, he turned straight back around again.
He bent over to retrieve his boxers but as his butt collided with Ziva's face, she bit it. He yelled out and straightened up, dropping his boxers. He could hear Ziva extend her tongue ready to lick him so he turned around again and forced her head back.
It wasn't that he didn't enjoy this, he did, but he could tell that this was playful and not serious. Neither of them was willing to admit to their attraction yet but they were prepared to play with each other while they waited. Ziva had licked his ear before, Tony had breathed into her neck, Ziva had leapt on top of him on numerous occasions, and Tony had tried to bring sexy lingerie to a dinner with her. They were well practised in jokingly flirting but they had no experience of commitment or truthfulness. Their innuendos had progressed to a stage where it is no secret that they were trying to get the other to crack and this was the furthest that either of them had gone. Ziva was messing about so Tony was going to fight back.
