A/N: Per mmkbrook's request. A story about Ziva and Gibbs' first date… or at least their ideas feelings about it…
First date.
It was awkward.
They had started a friends-with-benefits thing a few months ago, but it had turned into something more, recently. Neither of them could really explain it.
Everything had been perfectly platonic for a while. They would be there for each other when they needed it, and they would leave each other alone when they needed it. Then, suddenly and without any warning, they had realized that their attraction for each other had turned into something sexual, rather than platonic. Of course, since they were both the pragmatic type, it hadn't been long until their friendship turned into a friends-with-benefits situation, relieving them of some of the sexual tension that had been building for years.
The team had found out step by step. They had told Ducky during a little pregnancy scare, that had turned out to be nothing more than stress related – and they were very good at relieving that stress later. Abby had walked in on them once, while they were making out in his basement. McGee had found some very detailed texts they had sent each other after Ziva had taught Gibbs how to text – those really weren't mean to be seen by anyone but them.
Tony had been out of the loop for the longest. He had followed Ziva home – or to Gibbs' place at least – after finding a receipt for a box of king-sized condoms. What could he say – he had been curious.
Ziva and Jethro had had the unfortunate duty of explaining to everyone separately, that their relationship had no romance in it. It was simply a friendship that took care of stress and sexual tension in the most efficient way possible.
Now, however, they would have to have this talk all over again. They would have to tell the team, that their relationship had turned into something more complex, which would basically be like telling each and every one of them that they had been right all along.
Sitting at his own kitchen table, Leroy Jethro Gibbs felt nervous. It was a feeling he hadn't been used to in a very long time, but the fact that his best friend and lover was cooking him dinner, which was going to be served on a table that had a candle right in the middle, threw him slightly off balance. He had gotten used to having her around the house, but that usually involved her wearing his shirt and nothing more, while he tended to be wearing only boxers.
Instead of their usual attire, Ziva had opted for a short black dress that made his mouth water, and Jethro was wearing his best jeans, a white shirt and his suit jacket, which for some reason made for a very handsome combination.
Ziva, working in the kitchen and feeling his eyes on her as she did so – she had told him to sit down and be quiet, because no one should have to eat his food – felt just as nervous as he did. His house felt comfortable, even his kitchen did – breakfasts after long, exciting nights had taken care of that – but this situation was completely new. This counted as an actual date and she was not about to ruin anything for them.
This needed to work out.
They were meant to be more than just friends-with-benefits.
They were meant to be together.
The End.
A/N: At least I think this is the end… I hope you basically get their state of mind here, so anything that happens from here on out is all left to your own imagination.
I hope you liked it :D
