Gibbs let out a frustrated sigh as he watched the shark like blond eyeing him. A man his age should have been flattered. Truth be told he was annoyed. She'd been watching him since he'd walked into the bar and his hope had been that if he ignored her she'd keep her distance. He rarely went to bars but tonight the constant spinning of his mind had forced him out of his too quiet house. The invite to Tony had been almost out of desperation; conversation even work related would have been better than being alone with his need.
Ziva David spent far too much time in his thoughts lately. And too many of those thoughts involved her naked on his bedroom floor. He grinned to himself, the blond across the room took it as an invitation and sauntered his way. He barely bit back a rude response to her attempt at a sultry hello. Everything about her lacked everything that made him want Ziva. The blond was surface pretty, all softness and curls. Every bit of her was polished right down to her hot pink nails. He grimaced as he bit out a polite hello.
Ziva was the perfect mix of dangerous edges and seductive curves. She was feminine even with her short nails and normally restrained no nonsense hair. The fact she could kill a man only kicked the attraction factor higher. He had to bite back a smile as he thought about just how twisted that was. Something about the last week had made his normally well-ordered control strain at its leash. Maybe it was the fact he hadn't had a woman in longer than he cared to admit. More likely it was the fact he'd caught Ziva staring at him as though he were on the menu during a team dinner. He tried to tell himself it was simply his overworked imagination, seeing things that weren't really there.
Yet he hadn't imagined the way her hand had brushed his or the way she'd looked at him when she caught him watching her brush her hair earlier that week. Simple things that had no business turning him inside out; but they did which is why he was in a bar sipping whiskey and wishing the woman whose name he hadn't paid attention to would get the hint and leave him alone. He thought for certain he was going to have to resort to being rude when he felt a not so subtle shift in the air.
All his senses went on alert at the same time he heard a man behind him swear in the way men did when they saw a woman they knew was out of their league. He turned and found those haunting brown eyes watching him. A brief slide of jealousy followed by a possessive smirk, she shot down her drink in one swallow. He almost moved toward her but something held him back. Her eyes slipped to the blond, then traced the room again. As he did the same he had to clench his fist at the way the men in the room were watching her. But then she started toward him, them as he remembered the blond standing next to him. The blond said something but he just shook his head.
His focus was on Ziva, dressed like sex and magic he watched as she ignored a man brave enough to make his way toward her. Instead her eyes never left his, another smile and she was within a foot of him. Finally it seemed there was no space left between them. Strong fingers wrapped around his tie, the same hands that could wield a knife with dangerous accuracy were pulling him closer with every tick of the clock.
A whisper of a sigh and her mouth was meeting his, he felt the intended gentleness. As well as he knew her could also feel the slightest bit of uncertainty. Afraid she would pull away he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her indecently close. It was a damn good thing he did, as her mouth opened beneath his and her hips slid against him his body responded in a way reserved for much younger men. Trying to control his reaction he pushed his frustration out with strong strokes of his tongue in her mouth. A hard to deny rhythm she had no trouble matching.
They broke apart and she took an unsteady step back, the high table between him and the rest of the bar was the only thing that maintained his dignity. The blond was gone and he saw the satisfaction in Ziva's smile. He looked her up and down not bothering to censor the nature of that look. Once again he was clenching his fists, forcing down the last of his drink hoping it would burn off the lack of control that threatened. The whole damn bar was watching but the only thing she seemed to notice was him. The slow tide of pink that washed over her skin followed the path of his eyes as he took in the way she was dressed. That blush told him she'd chosen in the hopes of pleasing him. The surprise of that gave way to satisfaction. Damn if she didn't know just what he liked, right down to the subtle thrust of the knife hilt at her waist.
Neither of them said a word, it should have been awkward instead it was comforting. Their communication went beyond words. She was waiting for him, in front of everyone she was telling him she wanted him and waiting to see what he would do next. That kind of risk wasn't lost to him. Finishing the last bit of his drink he held out his hand. Grateful he'd taken a cab and only had a single drink he watched her lift an eyebrow and drop her keys in his palm. Throwing caution to the wind he walked her out of the bar