Chapter Three-Spend The Night

She took a deep breath and once Tony relinquished her breasts and looked up at her with a smile he decided to say what she felt needed to be said.

"I love you." Ziva quietly uttered.

"I know." He said, his lips caressing her skin until they arrived at her lips. "I love you, too."

He kissed her sensually and his left hand roamed up and down her thigh. She shuttered as chills ran through her entire body. He then moved his hand closer to her inner thigh, signaling to Ziva that should open her legs which is what she did.

"What?" She asked, as if in utter disbelief.

"You're surprised that I love you?" He asked in between kisses as he created a trail down her body.

"Well, I know I shouldn't be but yes, I am." She said as she raked her hands through his smooth brown hair.

He then allowed his fingers to move northward, touching her womanhood slightly. As if she had read his mind, she nodded and pulled his head down to hers. She roughly kissed him, making Tony flash back to when they had gone undercover. He knew his old Ziva was somewhere in there it was just a matter of drawing her out.

"Come on, Tony; do not play with me right now. I need you." She uttered, forcefully yet gently lifted his head up to where he looked at her.

Tony nodded, rubbing her clit in a circular motion. He put his mouth next to her ear and whispered one sentence that Ziva would never forget for as long as she lived.

"You're the most beautiful woman on the planet, you know that right?" He said, allowing his fingers to travel to her center.

She gasped, one stray tear rolling down her cheek. Tony then began moving his fingers within her, bringing her even closer than she was. As time passed Tony went faster, causing moans to slip past her delicate lips. Tony's hand slowed and he eventually removed it. He laughed when she grunted.

"Why did you stop?" She asked, crossing her arms in a pouting fashion.

"Trust me, Zi, what I have planned to do next you'll like much, much more." He said with a sly wink.

She narrowed her gaze at the Italian man and watched as he wrapped her legs around his upper waist. She gave him a confused look and continued observing him. Her heart began to race when she realized what he was going to do. Her stomach was doing back flips and she grew even more excited.

"Tony." She fragmented.

"Yes?"

She shook her head, blinking as she did so. He then leaned down and kissed her deeply as he positioned their hips at the precise angle before he plunged into her. Ziva found herself forced to break the kiss as she let out a loud moan in response. He then began thrusting inside of her, finally glad that he got to have sex with a woman he had loved for nearly six years. As his proceeded to pound into her he leaned over her, his body completely sheathing hers. The petite Israeli seemed to be enjoying what he was doing quite much. He roughly kissed her, becoming distracted by Ziva flipping them over to where she was on top. She looked at him through devilish eyes and began rocking up and down on Tony. He placed his hands on her shoulder blades and slid his hands down as she continued moving her hips in a rhythmic and timely motion.

"You're so good, Ziva." Tony moaned.

"And you're so bad, Tony." She scolded mockingly as if to call him a naughty person.

He let out a content sigh and buried his hands within the wild waves that had become her hair. In a way, this too reminded him of the old Ziva. Then again, to be perfectly honest not much had changed. She was still the very same woman he loved for the last six years and nothing in the entire world could ever change that. He gripped onto her rampaging hips and stopped her dead in her tracks. He then gripped onto her thigh and flipped them over to where he was back on top.

"You're perfect, Ziva." He said, looking down her flawless body.

"I am not perfect." She replied.

"Yes you are…you are to me."

There was a sparkle in her eyes that Tony had never seen before. This must've been the side of Ziva he had been fantasizing about for years now. With one last thrust Tony came inside of Ziva, Ziva following suit. The pair lay side by side that evening beneath the blankets and all they did was stared at the ceiling for fifteen whole silent minutes. After that Tony turned to Ziva and looked at her quietly. For quite a few moments he just watched as her blanket covered chest rose and fell. She turned to him and smiled.

"What is it, Tony?" She asked.

"Nothing, really, I mean…I do need to ask you a question."

"Fire." Ziva said.

"It's shoot, Ziva, not fire." Tony said, caressing her cheek.

"Whatever."

"Anyway, I was wondering if you'd like to spend the night." He asked, sounding honestly sheepish.

She turned onto her left side and wrapped herself around him. She snuggled into him which although uncharacteristic of the normally tough as nails Israeli was quite comforting. He wrapped his arms around her and the pair just stayed still in each others' arms.

"Do you ever wonder what it would've been like it we had gotten together back then?" Ziva asked, looking up at him with sparkling chocolate orbs.

"Sometimes I do, yes. Why do you ask?" He said as he stroked her hair soothingly.

She could only shrug as she closed her eyes at the feel of his hands caressing her smooth brunette locks.

"I do not know. I suppose I was just wondering." She admitted, allowing herself to get even closer to Tony and become comfortable.

"Ziva, I do love you. No matter what happens to us I will always love you."

She smiled at this and nodded. She knew this to be true without him having to say it. He had risked so much for her including his life without giving it a second thought. He traveled halfway across the world to get vengeance for her supposed death and ended up rescuing her. For the longest time after that she thought he would hate her for all that she had accused him of but in actuality she couldn't have been more wrong.

"I love you, too." She said, a tired yawn following it.

"Are you getting sleepy?" He asked, pressing his lips to her forehead afterwards.

"Yes, Tony. May we go to sleep?" She asked.

"Yes." He answered, reaching over to turn off the bedside lamp which left them in the dark.

"Thank you." She sighed as she made herself comfortable before slowly sinking into a deep sleep.

"No problem; anything for you; my ninja."

"Laila tov." She muttered.

"Bueno Nottè."

The pair fell asleep, incased within each other, hoping that this whole night would never end.