Title: Put it to Bed – Chapter Two
Genre: NCIS – Romance/Smut/Angst
Pairing: Tony and Ziva
Rating: M
Timeline: Keeping with Ziva's "cat having eaten the canary" expression in 9X22.
Spoilers: None really… there are a few very vague referrals – but nothing that would give anything away.
Summery: The morning after the night before.
Disclaimer: Sigh, I only get to play.
A/N: So once again we turn smut into a story… see this is why I don't like extending one shots to chapters two-three-four, which is possibly how long this will end up being. I end up needing a storyline of some sorts… or smutline as is the case here.
Warning: Contains a very deliberate Ziva… and some language.
Written: July 2012
Word Count: 2,677
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Tony woke the following morning, his mind registering the sensation of being wrapped of in clouds of her scent. His body felt wondrously languid, replete even as he wrapped himself around his bed partner. Her sent was so familiar, warming his heart, causing a smile to tug at his lips. He's had this dream before, many times. However never before has the heat coming off her, or the smell of her been as tangible. Usually it was someone else, he wished could be her, but not this time. This time it was his ninja, in his arms, and his body, no, his soul feeling decidedly replete – his body was once again starting to stir in awareness.
He tightened his embrace and buried his nose further in her hair. Then felt her stir. Ziva in the morning, he could get used to this. His naked skin pressed up against hers, the sharing of body heat… memories of hours of mewls and moans shared between them – the type that stirred his blood and caused his body to harden in response.
'No time, Tony.' Ziva mumbled when he pushed his lower body against hers and his hands started roaming. He grumbled some objection when his phone's alarm chimed, backing up her claim. He felt his chest tighten and tightened his hold on her when she made to move.
'Tony we have to get going.' Ziva insisted, her hand landing on his, tugging at it slightly to get him to let go.
'Ugh-ugh,' he grunted in response, further tightening his grasp of her. 'I like it here.' He declared.
'Tony, we have a plane to catch.' Ziva reasoned.
'Can't catch a plane, it's too big.' Tony returned defiantly.
'Tony.' she retorted. 'You know what I mean.'
'Don't care.' He returned like a pertinent child, placing kisses along her shoulder.
'Tony, do not make me hurt you.' Ziva firmly replied.
'Well if you put it that way.' He returned, stopping his kissing and lessening his hold on her, allowing her to move from him. 'You wanna share the shower?' He added suggestively.
'I do not think that that is a good idea.' Ziva returned as she moved from him. His gaze landed on her back, before he reached out to stroke it. His action halted her movements immediately, as she seemed to push back slightly into his touch. He applied more pressure when she moaned her approval.
'It would save time.' He huskily added.
'I strongly doubt that,' Ziva almost moaned, before stiffening her back and rising from the bed.
Tony watched as her naked form disappeared into the bathroom, his body already painfully aroused again. He knew better than to counter Ziva on certain things, and throughout their partnership, Ziva has always been freakishly insistent on punctuality. He knew better than to make her late – for anything. Releasing a sigh he fell onto his back, gazing up at the ceiling. He tried to will his raging erection into submission. However, her lingering scent and the musky undertone that was so telling of their actions were too great a distraction. Sitting up again, he decided it best to get started with the day, which was why he was ready to step into the bathroom the moment she vacated it. With his body still semi aroused, he tried not to think of the fact that she moments before had been naked in that very room. Or that he had spent the better part of the previous evening trying to expend the passion and desire he had accumulated for her over the last seven years. Still it had done nothing to lessen it, if anything it had only whet his appetite more. One could not taste heaven and then suddenly abstain from it again. His body and mind were already protesting, his mind understood the logic behind their actions, the need thereof. However, his body wanted to be buried deep inside her, with her arms clasping him as she quivered around him, making those low guttural grunts as he drove her over. He released a frustrated growl as his body once again became painfully aroused, thanks to the images his mind conjured up. Make no mistake, Ziva was very verbal in bed, not scared of letting him know when she liked something, but it was those low grunts, those purely instinctive, pleasurable sounds that were his undoing. He would know if she ever faked it with him, for those sounds were not the type anyone would make by their own choice. Just the thought of them had his body pulsing, wanting to elicit them from her again. Setting his resolve he made to finish, he could not make her late, he'd do anything to keep his ninja from being royally pissed with him, even raging hormones could not push him as far. Pissed off Ziva would ignore him, and he didn't want to be ignored – he wanted to be deep inside her…
He finished his morning routine in record time, all the whilst hoping that she at some stage would be willing to discuss what happened between them the night before. Because he really needed to know where it would go from there. He needed it to go somewhere, was about ready to demand it.
His mood took a rapid dive as their trip home progressed, to the point where he literally wanted to rip out the eyes of any man who even dared to look at his ninja. Especially those she looked at in return, or heaven help him, smiled or spoke to. He could suddenly understand why Arabs chose to clothe their women in black abayas – if only to stop other men from looking or desiring their woman… And God, Ziva was the epitome of desire.
They arrived in DC for their debriefing, and once done they were dismissed for the evening. On his return home that evening, he felt as if he was about to loose his mind, with having gained neither clarification nor conformation as to exactly what they were going to do about the situation from Ziva. His body tingled in agitation as he entered his apartment. He seemed unable to settle. His bed felt cold and empty and his couch did not provide him with the comfort he needed to find sleep. Even his beloved movies could not console him.
He arrived at work the following morning, his mood not much improved. He glanced over at her, utterly frustrated when she appeared to be unaffected by their situation. He settled at his desk with a plonk, looking at the case folders on it and sighing.
'Tough night, Tony?' Ziva innocently asked, causing him to look at her again.
'You could say that.' He flatly replied.
'Couldn't find anything to occupy you?' She taunted slightly.
'There was nothing interesting on TV.' He flatly replied, watching as a smile formed on her lips and she shook her head slightly.
'How was your evening?' He quickly threw back.
'Got home, had dinner, did the washing then went to bed and read a book.' Ziva calmly returned.
Tony was stunned by her nonchalance as she returned to her work.
That evening just before leaving, he came to a halt in front of her desk, waiting for her to finish up. Her eyes locked with his and she tilted her head sideways slightly before giving him a lopsided smile. Her hand came up and rested against his cheek, causing his eyes to close as he leant into her touch.
'Good night, Tony.' She replied as her thumb moved over his lips, causing him to gasp slightly. His eyes shot open as her hand dropped from his cheek and she stepped past him, causing him to look after her. He swallowed hard at the lump that had formed in his throat, whilst trying to make sense of her actions. She glanced back at him over her shoulder and smiled before stepping into the elevator. It was a look he would know anywhere. One night away from her, and a simple look, the slightest indication that she was receptive of him could turn him to mush, a pile of quivering need that would mindlessly follow her like a love-struck puppy. He could not care what anyone though, only what he desired, as he followed her out of the building.
He made a detour home, knowing that if he went straight to her he would have no self-control.
An hour after leaving the office, he knocked on her door, his fingers playing erratically at his sides as he waited for her to open it. Ziva glanced at him as she opened the door, and did not even greet him as she stepped back, opening the door wider for him. He took in the grey NCIS sweatshirt in combination with her sweat pants, and concluded that like him she had already showered.
Ziva had hardly closed the door, before he pinned her up against it. His lips took immediate possession of hers as he pressed their lower bodies together. His manhood was already straining against his clothes, wanting to be released. It felt like he's been in a constant state of arousal the past two days, his body burning for closer contact with hers. He was wholly intent on expending his desire at its source.
The kiss broke with them panting hard. He started nibbling down her neck, his body holding her in place against the door.
'Tony, we have to set rules.' Ziva gasped as his teeth nipped her collarbone. Her hands reached for his head, her fingers treading through his hair, before applying pressure, trying to lift his head.
The moment the words registered in his lust fuzzed brain, he drew back slightly, and uncertainly asking. 'Rules?'
'Yes, rules.' She insisted, her chocolate brown eyes meeting his.
'Like.' He gasped not liking the direction the conversation was headed. He didn't want stupid rules governing how they were going to go about this. A tightening sensation settled over his chest as he waited for her to answer him.
'Not at work.' Ziva started, causing the sensation to immediately lessen.
'Oh,' he gasped, moving back to her neck, 'those rules.' He concluded before returning to his previous attentions.
'Tony.' Ziva gasped in return, her hands once again pushing against his scull, trying to draw his attention away from her body.
'Okay not at work.' Tony replied without relenting, his hands starting to roam.
'And no others.' Ziva insisted as his hands started tugging at the waistband of her sweatpants. He hardly realized that her body had stiffened slightly as she'd spoken the words. His mind too occupied with removing her clothes.
'Don't need others, I've got you.' He thoughtlessly replied as he pushed down her pants. 'Don't want others.' He proclaimed as his hand pulled up her thigh, freeing her one leg of its share of pants and panties.
Ziva relented to his actions, allowing him to hitch her up.
'We do this until we have worked it out of our systems.' Ziva said as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
'Worked out of our systems.' He gasped as he lined them up checking her readiness. 'I can go with that.'
'Either of us –' Ziva started only to be cut off as his lips claimed hers.
On parting Tony gasped. 'I'll okay any rule, Ziva, but right now, I really need to be here.' He panted slightly before grunting the last part, then pushed up into her. 'Oh god that feels good.' He moaned as his hands pulled and held her to his hips, before bucking against her and eliciting a grunt from her. Her arms tightened their hold on him as her head pushed against his shoulder.
Tony started bucking into her, his pace unwavering, his hands moulding holding her against him as he slowly felt his mind turn to mush.
'Ziva,' he gasped gripping her tightly as his pace altered.
'Cum Tony,' she gasped back, her hold remaining steadfast, her body stiffening against his.
'Not without –' he started before being cut off as he felt her muscles grip his manhood tightly. 'Oh God Ziva, that's not fair.' He hissed as he bucked into her, her hold on his manhood relentless.
'Cum Tony.' She commanded.
'ZIVA!' He hissed as his body tightened then jerked against her. Ziva felt his body pulse in her, causing gooseflesh to breakout across her skin as he held onto her, grunting his pleasure. Her head fell back and rested against the door, whilst her body went slack in his embrace. She didn't need an orgasm to be satisfied, just the knowledge that she now had him, that he was hers for however long they could keep this up, was satisfactory enough. The pleasant sensation that filled her body, the tingles that ran over it at his release was enough to keep her happy.
She felt Tony move, and expected him to let her down. However, was surprised when he pulled her closer and hitched her up, before moving from the door.
'Tony, where are you going?' she gasped, his body having pulled from hers already.
'Bathroom,' He stated before stepping into it, 'We shower, then I make you scream.' He professed as he lowered her to the ground and started pulling off her clothes. Ziva turned to turn on the water, whilst he shed the rest of his clothes.
Stepping in behind her, his hands moved round her waist drawing her to him as he placed small kisses along her shoulder. Ziva lent back against him soaking up the attention, her heart still pounding from his words. She felt his hands slick soap over her body, his touch heating her skin, edging her on. His hands helped the water wash the spuds from her skin before tracing down to her apex, playing within her folds. Ziva's body instinctively pushed against his touch, seeking more, as his teeth nipped along her shoulder. She felt his body start to pulse against her back. Her mind became incapable of registering anything other than the ache that was building within her. She knew if he kept this up, she would in all likelihood never be willing to let him go. Never before had a man taken such a vested interest in ensuring she got hers. She felt her body tighten and knew what would follow, already she could feel it building, her throat aching as she grunted her encouragement. Her legs almost incapable of holding her weight, then he stopped. Immediately she moaned in objection. 'Not yet Ziva,' Her mind registered his groan, moments before she was spun around to face him, 'I need to be in you when you cum.' He said, grasping her thighs and hitching her up and pushing her against the wall before burrowing himself within her folds. His action alone set her off. Her arms tightened their hold around him, whilst he powerfully trust against her convulsing body. 'That's it, more Zi, cum for me, let me feel it.' He encouraged, his body pushing against hers, until hers went slack. After which he simply remained holding her, kissing her gently as she regained herself. Once she felt capable of lifting her head, she felt him move again inside her.
'Tony,' she moaned against his lips as his eyes locked with hers.
'Ride it with me Ziva,' he encouraged, 'God you feel like heaven. I could do this all night.' He professed as he continued to push into her, his lips mere millimetres from hers.
Ziva held onto him, her body once again building.
'I don't care what rules you set,' Tony started, setting into a steady pace. 'As long as I can do this to you, as often as we can…' His voice drifted off as his head dropped to her shoulder.
'Tony,' Ziva gasped as he pushed up more strongly into her. 'Rules. Not. Important. Now.' She gasped between thrusts. 'Make. Me. Cum.'
'Yes Zee.' He professed, as he handed himself over to his newest addiction.
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