Chapter 3
A/N: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews! And for those who got the interview question right, enjoy your cookies. We have chocolate chip, sugar, and M&M!
And second of all, I apologize for the large gap between updates. Don't you love it when professors all get together and decide to make all assignments due within a two week period? I am so tired of paper and research that I think I just might crack! And all the crazy TIVA secrecy these last few weeks has been killing me!!


After a short drive through the busy streets of Tel Aviv, the Mossad car was pulling up the driveway of the David villa just outside of the city limits. Tony stepped out and pulled his sunglasses over his eyes, whistling low.

"Nice crib," Tony gushed taking in the large house before him. It reminded him of the homes he used to visit in the Hamptons. The outer walls were white stucco that contrasted well with the lush green landscaping surrounding it. A row of arches allowed an unobstructed view of the veranda and first floor windows. The angles of the house were hard giving it an adobe-feel and making it look right at home in the middle of the desert. "This is where you grew up?" he asked.

Ziva laughed. "I grew up in a two bedroom apartment in downtown Tel Aviv," she informed him as they made their way into the foyer. "My father bought this house after he became director. I only lived here for three years before I joined the military, but I would stay with him when I was on leave from the IDF or happened to have a few days between missions."

She led him up the staircase and down a hallway pointing out rooms as she went. "This is my father's study," she pointed to the left, "and a guest room, bathroom, another guest room." She stopped at the end of the hallway before opening a door and stepping inside. "This was my room." Ziva dumped her bag on the queen bed and stepped over to the window. She gazed out at the pool below watching the water ripple with the gentle breeze. It was a calming scene; one that Ziva had taken advantage of so many times in her youth.

Tony came up behind her, wondering what had captured her interest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought his mouth to her ear. "How many lucky men have gotten to be in your bedroom?" he asked.

Ziva leaned back into the embrace. "I was never allowed to have boys in my room," she whispered innocently. "It was against house rules."

Tony chuckled and kissed her neck. "Well you know what they say about rules, right?"

Instead of answering him, Ziva turned in his arms and kissed him hungrily. Her arms wound around his neck as his settled on her hips. Taking the lead, she walked him backwards until his legs hit the mattress which she promptly pushed him back on. Tony's body had barely stopped bouncing before Ziva had crawled on top of him, straddling his waist and kissing him hard.

"God Zi," he whispered feeding one hand through her hair while the other slid under her shirt caressing the smooth skin of her back. His fingers traced the line of her bra before expertly popping the clasp.

"Tony," Ziva moaned feeling his hands slide under the fabric of her bra to massage her breasts. Her nipples immediately hardened under his touch as another groan escaped her lips. With her left hand supporting her weight, Ziva's right dropped down to Tony's crotch. She pressed roughly against the straining fabric of his jeans feeling his erection beneath and smiling devilishly. "Someone is very excited," she purred in his ear.

"You have no idea," Tony groaned feeling her pop the button and zipper on his jeans and sliding her hand inside. Ziva's fingers traced the outline of his cock through his boxers at a torturously slow pace before finally dipping inside. This was paradise, Tony was absolutely sure of it…or possibly a very special kind of hell.

Ziva was kissed her way down Tony's jaw and slid off the bed to her knees. She wasted no time in pulling his pants and boxers down, freeing him from his confines. Her fingers encircled him, her lips following suit.

Tony dropped his head back and bit back a moan. "God Zee." Ziva hummed in response, the reverberations shooting straight through Tony's cock. Her head bobbed with increasing speed and her fingers dropped to massage his balls.

"Zee…not gonna…"

Ziva released him. "Go ahead Tony," she purred.

This was heaven, Tony was absolutely sure of it. He felt the familiar tingling begin in the pit of his stomach when there was a knock at the door. Suddenly he felt as though he was sixteen years old again, watching Ziva scramble to her feet to right her clothing while Tony growled and followed suit.

"Ziva?" a female voice called through the heavy door.

"One moment Amira," she called back in Hebrew. Adjusting her clothes to look at least minutely normal, Ziva spared a glance over her shoulder at Tony. His pants were back in place, but the evidence of their previous activities was blatantly obvious.

Tony followed her gaze and shrugged his shoulders. "Not much I can do about it," he hissed.

"Stay behind me," Ziva said. She turned back to the door and throwing a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure that Tony was ready, opened the door.

"Zivaleh," Amira gushed pulling her into a tight hug. The older woman pulled back and placed both of her hands on Ziva's cheeks, looking into her eyes and smiling. "You have grown so much!" Amira looked Ziva over and then her eyes turned to the man standing behind her. "And who is this?"

Ziva smiled and moved back a few paces so that Tony was once again behind her. She felt his arms wrap around her waist and she laid her hands over his. "This is Anthony DiNozzo, my uh…my husband."

Amira's face was one of pure shock. "Zivaleh, you got married? When? Why did your father not tell me?" she asked slipping back into her native Hebrew.

Ziva smirked and looked at Tony over her shoulder. "It was a small ceremony."

Since he understood very little Hebrew, Tony merely watched the interaction between Ziva and the housekeeper. He pulled Ziva's body closer, aiming to simply feel her against him, but the action brought her in closer contact with his still very present erection. Tony stifled a groan as Ziva fought back a smile.

Amira scrutinized Tony carefully. "Is he good to you, Zivaleh?" she asked the younger woman in Hebrew.

Ziva smiled broadly. "Yes he is."

Amira watched them for a moment before clapping her hands together. "You both must be starved. I will cook lunch," she blustered and disappeared down the hallway.

Tony let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. "Thank God."

Ziva shivered as his breath ghosted across her neck. She released herself from her arms and crossed to her suitcase. She rummaged around for a while before pulling something out and making her way toward the door.

"And where exactly are you going?"

Ziva paused in the doorway. "To change, Tony. I thought a nice swim would be relaxing after lunch." She reappeared a few minutes later, her hair lying in soft curls around her shoulders and a white and blue bikini hugging her body closely.

Tony let out a low whistle. "I approve," he growled grabbing her hips and pulling her to him. He was able to place a chaste kiss on her lips before Ziva pulled away.

"I trust you brought a pair of shorts?"

"I brought a lot of shorts."

Ziva rolled her eyes. "To wear in the pool, I mean." She dug out a long green maxi dress and slipped it over her head. Tony's smile instantly disappeared as the dress covered her body from his prying eyes. "Hurry up and change, Tony. Amira will have lunch ready soon and then you can catch a bat nap by the pool."

Tony rolled his eyes but didn't bother correcting her.

TIVA

The pool water was surprisingly cool, or perhaps it just felt so because of the blistering heat outside. Tony took a seat on the smooth stones that surrounded the pool and enjoyed the way the water instantly brought his core temperature down, even if it was only a degree or two.

Ziva sat on a lounge chair a few yards away, her dress discarded as she applied a layer of sunscreen to her arms and face. "You are going to burn if you do not put sunscreen on."

Tony threw his head back in laughter. "DiNozzo men don't burn. We tan."

"You will be sore tonight," she warned capping the bottle and setting it aside.

"As will you," Tony purred, "although for completely different reasons." He winked at her before sliding into the water. His head disappeared underneath the surface before reappearing seconds later. "Oh that feels amazing."

Ziva smiled at him before turning back to her book.

"C'mon Zee-vah," he whined. "You look like you could use a good dip."

She reluctantly set her book aside and walked to the edge of the pool. Tony reached up and wrapped his hand around her calf allowing a few droplets of water to slide down her skin. "Tell me that doesn't feel good."

Ziva smiled. "Are you referring to the water or your touch?" she purred.

Tony grinned. "Well now that you mention it." Not waiting for her to respond, Tony jerked his hand forward and pulled Ziva toward the water. The Israeli stumbled forward and flew over Tony's head into the pool. When she surfaced her sunglasses we no longer on her face but instead were sinking quickly to the bottom.

"I am going to kill you!" she growled. Tony ducked under the water as she lunged at him. They fought for a few minutes before Ziva got the upper hand. She climbed onto Tony's back, her arms around his neck and her legs locked around his waist. "I win!" she claimed tightening her grip.

"Okay…you win," Tony choked out.

Reluctantly she loosened the grip she had around his neck and brought her lips to his ear. "Where is my prize?"

Tony's grin nearly reached his eyes. They still had a few hours to kill before her father came home. The nap could wait.


Okay so I know it's more of a filler chapter than anything else. Hopefully you enjoyed the little bit o' smut as well. Don't worry there will be more to come in future chapters.
Also, here's my idea of what the David villa looks like: .com/img/2008/05/11/alg_