Chapter 2- Kitchens, expensive wine, and Sinatra

A/N: I intended to keep this a one-shot, but due to public request, it will go on as a multichapter. Thank you for your reviews! I dedicate this to my dear chica, Lena, who is soon going to publish her own first fanfic (you can't back out now, chica)!

This is not an angst fanfiction, when I do angst, I'll let you know, but for now I'm all about fluff and humor, so if you just read angst, then this story is not for you. But if you like fluffy Tiva goodies, then welcome, I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing. thanks to Rachel for betaing this.

Disclaimer: Not mine. This is depressing.

Tony walked down the wine section at the store close to Ziva's apartment, trying to find the right wine to match with the dinner, but the problem was, he didn't know what was for dinner. Ziva had told him to stop and buy wine while she started on dinner, but what exactly did he buy? Red? White? Sighing, he pulled out his phone and texted her.

Can I please know what are we eating so I can know what to buy?

When the phone dinged signaling a new text, he didn't expect the picture attached to it, and stared at the layers of pasta and sauce and meat waiting to be fixed and put in the oven. Oh how he loved her, she knew exactly how he was craving for something Italian on Christmas night. But telling her that would end in an insecure land for both of them, so he better keep his mouth shut for the time being, and enjoy her company tonight. Smirking, he replied,

Nice visual. Can I get one of you in an apron now?'

She didn't reply to that one.

"Honey, I'm home!" yelled Tony dramatically while letting himself in in Ziva's apartment with the spare key he owned, just for emergencies of course. The lasagna scent hit his nostrils, and he inhaled, his stomach grumbling immediately. He held the two bottles of red wine he had bought in one hand while closing the door with the other. He took off his coat and sauntered into the kitchen, where Ziva was rummaging through the bottom drawer of the fridge.

"Put the wine in the counter, Tony," she said not looking up.

He put the wine in the counter, yes, but his eyes were glued to her pretty little ass stuck in the air. He inhaled sharply as his blood started pumping through all of his veins, and his mouth suddenly felt very dry as dozens of fantasies ran through his mind, involving that exact position. Was she insane, testing his willpower like this? She probably didn't even notice what she was doing. He swallowed and turned, heading to the oven instead, trying to not look back to the very arousing visual behind him. To clear his head, he opted for light banter and annoying her, just to keep his mind off how much he wanted her right now.

"How much for the lasagna, Zee-vah?" he drawled her name, knowing it irked her.

"Just a couple of minutes left," she answered, finally straightening herself and closing the fridge with some vegetables in her hand. She looked at Tony leaning over the oven window, trying to peek inside. She had heard him stop dead in his tracks when he saw her bending over, had he thought she hadn't? She had sensed him tense up behind her, and gulp before heading to the oven. Ziva smirked, pleased with the effect she had on him. If they only had the guts to act upon it… maybe something good could come out of this.

Something about it being Christmas filled her with a strange warmth towards him, an affection she surely felt before, but now she felt like it was okay to express it, to let go a little. Sighing, she put the vegetables in the counter to make a quick salad.

"But I'm hungry," Tony whined like a petulant child, carefully opening the door of the oven to take one of the garlic breads he saw cooking in there too.

He had his hand halfway to one of the breads when she pulled herself flush against him, grabbing his hand by the wrist and whispering dangerously in his ear, "Touch it, and this will be your last meal. Do you forget this is a kitchen, and that kitchens have knives?"

He gulped, his brain not really minding the threat, but her body draped over his while leaning down over top the oven. This was potentially dangerous, he should be scared as he usually was when she threatened while invading his personal space, but he wasn't. All he could think about right now was turning around and slam her into the counter while devouring her.

Sweet Jesus, if this kept going, he was in a lot of trouble.

He shuddered when her breath fanned against his neck, and she surely felt it too, the tension was too high right now.

He retrieved his hand from the oven, and hers fell from his wrist and reached over to close the oven door. The movement made her press even more against him, and he had to close his eyes to control his urges, or he would do something he'd later regret. He tilted his head towards her, trying desperately to sound indignant, though it came a little strained, "Hey, I was a good man an hour ago, and now you threaten to kill me, Zee?"

She chuckled and straightened up, putting some distance between them. He followed and looked into her face, watching her fight a blush in her cheeks. Was it there for real? Ziva David, blushing? She winked and almost laughed at his carefully controlled expression, trying to act as normal as possible. The problem was, nothing was ever normal between them. She lightly slapped his ass, taking him by surprise, and turned to the counter to finish the salad.

"You still are. Now behave please, and pour us some wine."

He snapped out of the trance he'd been when she slapped his ass. What was going on?

Shaking his head lightly, he left her side and went to the other end of the counter where he had left the wine bottles. Grabbing one, he opened one of the cabinet drawers and rummaging a little, pulled out a bottle opener. It was weird how he knew his way around her kitchen.

Opening the bottle, he filled two glasses and slid one towards her. He really hoped that she liked the $120 wine. He shouldn't have spent so much, but tonight felt special, she was special, and it wasn't like she was going to find out anyways. She took her glass and clinked it against his, both drinking the wine, warming up their insides. She hummed, eyes closed.

"Tony, this is really good!"

He cleared his throat and smiled nervously, "Yes, it's one of the best you can find in DC."

Suddenly, an idea popped to his mind, and before she asked how much it had cost, he held up a finger, "Be right back," he said.

He left his own glass there and sprinted to her living room, standing in front of her speakers, he took out his iPod and stuck it on the device, turning it on. Sinatra drifted through the speakers into the air, and he smiled and returned to the kitchen, where Ziva was putting down the last touches to the salad and was going for her glass of wine.

He grabbed her hand unexpectedly before she reached the wine, and tugged at her hand, making her almost crash against his body. He smirked, his hand trapping hers and his other arm coming up around her, preventing her from pulling away, "C'mon Zee, let's dance!"

She tried to pull away, but his arms stopped her, and instead he twirled her around in the kitchen, moving freely with the song.

"Tony, let go!" she hissed, although she felt incredible being so close to him, inhaling his scent, feeling his arms around her…

He laughed some more. "Nuh-uh, Sweetcheeks. C'mon, have some fun! Show me your moves!" he exclaimed happily, twirling around with her in his arms once more, making her hair move freely with the motion.

She sighed and left her other arm settle on shoulder, letting him sway her around in the kitchen. It felt so good to be so close to him, she closed her eyes and inhaled his scent, sensing herself relax in his arms. He noticed too, because he smiled at her, making her heart skip a beat.

They danced freely all around the kitchen, swaying with the song, laughing merrily everytime he made her twirl with his arm and then make her come against him again. He started singing along in her ear, making her laugh even more, and then he twirled her around and pulled her back, her back to his chest, his hands on her hips. His breath caught- they were too close, but it was so good that he continued singing in her ear. His breath fell on her skin making goosebumps erupt on her neck, their hips now moving in sync to the song together.

She was an excellent dancer, and he was not so bad himself. They were both having fun indeed. But there was something more too, something much more than simple partners should feel or want. They knew it, they felt it after all, but neither dared to acknowledge it.

His hands felt so warm secured over her hips, his body flush against hers, his breath on her neck while he sang along with the song, their feet moving along with their hips like it was a well-rehearsed dance instead of an impromptu outburst in the middle of a kitchen on Christmas night.

She pulled away again in the final part of the song, turning around and falling into his arms once again, this time chest to chest. Both of their breaths hitched at the same time, as their faces had ended so close their noses were brushing together. His eyes were twinkling with the hints of a smile, and she couldn't help but look at his lips and back again at his eyes. There was something intense in his look, and as the final verse of the song faded, his hands froze on her hips, looking at her slightly parted mouth and back to her eyes.

They both felt closing their eyes and leaning towards each other until their lips were grazing. It was an almost magical moment, soft lips meeting, noses touching, neither could believe this was actually happening.

And then the oven timer went off, and they jumped apart like they had been burnt, eyes wide.

Ziva tried to organize her thoughts, but they were all scrambled due to the kiss that happened just a second ago.

Was this for real? Did he had the same feelings she had for him?

Trying to think of anything else but Tony at the moment, she stuttered, "I should- I should get that. The dinner is ready."

"Yeah, yeah, you should," he replied too quickly, his thoughts running wild inside his head, making him feel dizzy. He had kissed Ziva. Ziva David, his partner. The woman he loved. His heart was still beating wildly, when he offered to help bring the food to the table, and avoided her look while they got seated at the table, with the food and wine putting silence between them.

What had they almost done?

And why did they feel like they wanted more of whatever that was?

They were in for an interesting evening.

A/N: Okay, that was both fun and difficult to write. I laughed alone in the library while writing this between classes. I hope you liked it!

In the next chapters we will have: icebreakers, shared spoon, Rudolph, snowflakes, slippery sidewalks, wet dogs, chocolate, blankets, traditions and cold feet! Stay tuned for later chapters guys, and please leave a review on your way out! reviews make me happy!

Until next time,

Eve :)