A/N: You guys! Thank you so much for all of the reviews and story alerts! I am so flattered and excited that you're enjoying my story. This chapter is mostly fluff/smut, but there's nothing explicit.

He stared at her as though she had three heads. Her proximity was making it hard to think, the smell of her perfume combined with the heat of her body made her almost irresistible to touch. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening. He settled his hands at the waistband of her pants, just brushing the top of her ass. She looked up at him, trying to read his expression before throwing caution to the wind and closing the small gap between them.

As soon as her lips touched his, the spark that they thought was gone came rushing back. He responded quickly after a moment of incredulity. She pecked at his lips, gradually opening him up, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He kissed back with just as much passion, their tongues dueling for dominance as his hands worked their way up her body, brushing her sides teasingly. Her hands worked through his hair, pulling her to him, kissing him with a bruising force. Ziva worked her hands down his chest, unbuttoning Tony's shirt along the way.

Tony grasped the back of Ziva's thighs, lifting her up off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked them over to the couch, sitting them down so that Ziva could straddle him. She hovered above him, allowing him to kiss and suck her neck. She gasped in pleasure as he found a particularly sensitive spot near her collar bone. She knew that he was going to mark her, let the world know that she was his, and she didn't give a damn.

Soon he ripped her shirt off of her and ravished the new skin he had revealed. Her scent was intoxicating, urging him on and on. Ziva brought her lips to his once again, grinding her hips down onto him, relishing in the feeling of him underneath her.

Tony groaned loudly at the contact, but surprised her when he flipped them over, pressing her down into the couch cushions. Ziva gasped. She was thrilled at the prospect of a power struggle, all the more fun. He kissed a trail down between her breasts and down her stomach, each spot of skin softer than the last. He was determined, he was going to make it his mission to make her scream his name. As he brought himself back up to her mouth, her hands slid underneath the waistband of his jeans. He could tell that she wanted him, and that she expected to have him, but his gut kicked in just then. Tony grabbed her hands and pulled away, looking Ziva straight in the eyes, into her soul. She was surprised when she saw a gleam of worry and caution among the lust-filled haze they had created.

"Ziva, I need to know if you're sure about this, because if we go further, I don't know that I'll be able to stop," he said.

"Would you have asked the old Ziva that?"

"No, I don't think I would have."

"Then do not ask me now. I am here, am I not?"

"Yeah, but."

"Yes, Tony. I am sure."

She clung to him, taking his lips with hers once again as he lifted her up off the couch. She couldn't get enough of his taste, his touch, his tongue and god, his hands, his hands were everywhere. She continued in her mission of ridding him of the rest of his clothing as he walked them into his bedroom, kicking the door closed along the way.

You thought you were getting the full monty didn't you? Alas my friends I am not the best at writing smut, but I will give it a shot if you would like. On another note, there is more to come from this story, I should have the next chapter up in a day or so.

-Em