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You don't. It consumes you, eats you like a cancer from the inside.

Ziva began to drag her hands slowly up and down the expanse of Tony's back, causing his kiss to become more aggressive. She was no longer the only one in need. She couldn't help but feel her stomach drop as he suddenly broke the kiss and pulled away from her embrace, taking a step back from her. His face was pensive again, and she felt more vulnerable than she had before. "Tony…" she whispered while reaching out for him.

Tony snapped back to reality with her whisper, and gazed into her eyes. "I'm sorry Ziva. I can't."

"We are adults, Tony. It is alright."

"It's not what I want" he murmured as he brought his hand to his face to rub it, obviously frustrated by the situation.

"Tony DiNozzo is turning down sex?"

"The sex is not what I want!" Tony yelled from the top of his voice.

Ziva had assumed he wanted this, and if that was not the case, work was going to become insufferable and humiliating – Rule 12 suddenly began to make sense to her. This was a form of rejection she was not used to, and found herself clutching her stomach as it flipped and turned to knots. Her face reddened and the tears reemerged. She whispered out loud, "Oh…I am sorry…"

Tony moved towards her, realizing what he had said. He placed his forehead against hers and brought his thumb up to her face to wipe away a tear from her cheek, but couldn't help being hurt as she stared through him as if she was a statue. "Ziva. I want the sex, believe me. You are beautiful, stunning, and not to mention, you carry a gun…it's all very hot!"

Ziva cut him off yelling, "Then what is the problem, DiNozzo?"

"With you, I want more than just sex."

Ziva looked into his eyes and began to pepper his face with gentle kisses. With her gesture that said, "Me too", Tony pulled her deeper into the embrace which gently lifted her feet off the floor. She chuckled deeply, smiled and brought her legs up, and around Tony's waist before bringing her lips back to his own. Tony was so distracted by her actions that he was caught completely off guard by the head slap. "What the…?"

"That is for taking SEVEN YEARS to make a move Tony! " She moved her mouth to his ear and began to nibble on his earlobe as she breathed, "Now, make it up to me."

That was all the encouragement Tony needed. He slid his hands down her back and firmly held her under her thighs as he carried her towards her bedroom. Ziva continued her assault on Tony's ears and neck, managing to elicit several moans from him. He gently sat her on the edge of the bed, and kneeled in front of her, pulling away from her warm mouth. He brought his hands up to her face, placed a palm on either side of her face, and slowly began to run one hand down the side of her neck and across her collarbone. She turned her head towards the palm cradling her face and began to kiss his finger tips and palm. Tony began to quietly groan, and ran his free hand down the middle of her chest and torso, as she broke out in goose bumps from his touch. When he reached the hem of her shirt, her chocolate eyes met his emerald eyes and she nodded while mouthing, "Yes."

Tony brought both hands down to her hem and at a painfully slow pace, lifted the shirt off of Ziva's body and over her head, leaving her bare chest and taught stomach exposed in the moonlight from her bedroom window. Tony sat back on his calves and took her in while softly telling her, "So beautiful…", and moved back in between her knees to kiss her again. Ziva took the opportunity of his closeness to pull his shirt over his head and knead his shoulders and back with her fingertips. She began to lean back onto the bed while sliding towards the headboard, and Tony took her cue as an invite to begin crawling up her body while kicking off his shoes at the foot of the bed. As they settled into the mattress, he left a searing hot trail of kisses down her mouth, chin, neck, collarbone, until his head was buried in the middle of her chest. She loved the way his hair tickled her newly exposed skin. He ran his hands up her sides and lightly grazed her pert breasts with his fingertips before sucking her nipple into his mouth. His tongue smoothly circled it, and then his teeth nibbled before he turned his attention to her other breast. Ziva arched her back, forcing herself further and deeper into Tony's mouth while moaning, "Ohh, Tooony, yes…yes!"

Tony's jeans had become uncomfortably tight as Ziva's lower extremities involuntarily wiggled and squirmed against his groin and legs. She began to push his shoulders to move his mouth down her body, until he reached the waistband of her yoga pants. Tony looked up her arching body and hooked his index fingers and pulled. Ziva's back met the mattress again as she lifted her lower half off of the bed to aid him in the removal of her pants and panties. His fingertips grazed the outside of her body from her hips to her feet as his pulled them down. Tony tossed the clothing off of the bed, and returned his hands back to Ziva's feet. He began to run his fingertips from the inside of Ziva's feet, up her calves, past her knees, along her inner thigh, and gracefully ran two fingers through her damp core. She shuddered violently as Tony mumbled, "Fuck, Zi…"

"Please do not make me wait any longer, Tony. I want you, now."

Ziva's chest was heaving from her heavy breathing. She snaked her legs behind Tony's thighs, pulling him closer. Her fingers brushed his chest as she made her way down his body to make quick work of his belt buckle, button, and zipper. A hiss escaped from between Tony's clenched teeth as Ziva's feet pushed his jeans and boxers down his body, and her warm finger delicately played with his tip. He met her lips again with a heady kiss and pressed her back into the mattress, and slowly pushed into her. They moaned simultaneously as Tony began to thrust. Tony buried his face in the crook of Ziva's neck as she met him thrust for thrust. Ziva's back began to arch again, and she knotted her hands in Tony's hair. She closed her eyes tightly, and started biting her bottom lip. He loved watching her unravel in his hands, and he could tell she was so close. As he sped up his thrusts, he could feel her clenching around him. He moved his mouth back to her chest and buried himself deep inside of her. It was the final touch she needed to bring down her defenses as she fell over the edge with him.

Tony rolled onto his side, and Ziva turned to face him, pulling the comforter over their bodies. She ran her hand through his hair and down his face, pressing her palm into his face and gently kissing him on the lips. "Thank you, Tony."

Tony pulled her into him as they fell asleep.

Ziva could not remember the last time she had to depend on her alarm to wake her up. As the beeping was silenced by a well placed slap of a button, she remembered the night before. She rolled over to find Tony – missing? "Where the hell is he?" she mumbled. As she started to process everything and began to panic that maybe it had all been a mistake, she couldn't help but notice the smell of pancakes wafting through her apartment. She shouted from her bed, "Tony?"

"Be right there Sweet Cheeks!"

Several minutes later, Tony pushed through the cracked bedroom door with a tray covered in pancakes, coffee, orange juice, and fresh strawberries. "I thought you might be hungry, and took a chance that you might be willing to skip your morning run. After all, we did have that late night cardio session."

Ziva blushed as he gave her that DiNozzo smile. She beckoned him and the pancakes back to bed with a wag of her finger and eyebrows. "Anthony DiNozzo, if there is one thing you should know, it is this – I have NEVER turned down breakfast in bed."

Tony made his way to the bed and placed the tray next to Ziva, and settled in on the other side of the tray as they started their breakfast. After their plates were cleaned, Tony looked over to her while rubbing his stomach and said, "I think I at too much."

"I am almost completely satiated," she quipped. Tony had started to settle back into the pillow for a few more moments of relaxation before heading home to get ready for the work day, but couldn't help doing a double take as she said this. "Still hungry? I can make more pancakes."

"Tony, do you have your go bag with you."

"Uh…yeah…"

"You could shower here before going into the office, yes?"

"I wouldn't want to impose, Ziiivaaah."

"Oh, you are not."

With that being decided, Ziva knocked the tray of breakfast dishes out of her way, and settled into Tony's lap, kissing him deeply. Tony grunted, "If I'd known you wanted sausage for breakfast…"

Ziva spoke into his mouth, "Last night was amazing, sweet, and perfect, but today, we will do it my way. In case you do not remember, I like to be on top."

She pulled him up to her by his neck, and kissed him with force. He propped himself up with his arms behind him as she disappeared, leaving a trail of wet kisses as she made her way below the comforter. As she was about to engulf him, she was startled as she hear him scream at the top of his voice, "OH CHRIST!"

Ziva popped out from under the covers while rolling her eyes and jokingly asked, "Already Tony? Really?"

She instantly regretted the words as she saw Tony twist his torso to reveal a fork sticking out of his deltoid. Apparently not all of the breakfast dishes had found their way to the floor.