Ziva was messing about so Tony was going to fight back.
Ziva's hands shot out again towards Tony's boxers but he jumped back to avoid their grasp. Ziva let out a howl of dismay and tried again. This time, Tony grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled her in close.
'What is this, Ziva?' he whispered into her ear.
Ziva looked up at him and a smile appeared on her small lips. 'What is what, Tony?' she asked quietly.
A deep chuckle resounded through the room and Tony let go of her wrists as he sat down on the bed, a wide grin plastered on his face. 'You are a very sexual woman,' he remarked.
Ziva raised her eyebrows and took a step forward. She held out her hands and gently laid them on the soft fabric of his underwear. Tony reached forward and took the hem of her shirt.
'This is unfair,' he complained. 'You are still fully clothed.'
'Do you want me to undress for you?' she inquired huskily.
'It would only be fair since I undressed for you,' he replied reasonably.
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously but opened her arms inviting Tony to strip her down to her underwear. Tony carefully unbuttoned her shirt from the bottom up, trying to find a balance between his overwhelming anticipation to see her body and a strong desire not to let her see his eagerness. His hands were trembling slightly as he ascended up her stomach.
By the time his hands brushed against her breasts, he was so worked up that he immediately ejaculated at the touch of the soft skin. He let out a gasp of horror and Ziva lowered her gaze to see. The light blue cotton showed the wet patch clearly and a satisfied smirk surfaced through her guarded front. She bent over and rested her hands on his knee, her face inches away from his. His cheeks had flushed crimson and his eyes were cast down, embarrassed.
Her nose bumped his affectionately and he looked up. Their faces were touching and all he could see was her mesmerising eyes. He could see every fleck of hazel, every chocolate brown line, every dapple of green. The solid black pupils seemed to invite him into their chasm. His heart fluttered and his lips throbbed with the desire to collide with Ziva's moist, red, heart shaped chops.
Neither of the two moved but remained staring at into each other's eyes. Ziva searched for any sign of romantic attraction for her but his captivating brown orbs distracted her and she found herself purely lusting for him. Her common desire to rip off his clothes was gone, since she had already accomplished that, but she could barely contain herself from layering passionate kisses all over his torso.
Tony blinked and the bond was broken. His shoulders slumped and he prepared to move away from his temptation. Ziva, however, was tired of pretending and this time she wasn't going to let him misunderstand. She was a deadly assassin who had terrified people all over the world. She was fearless and tough and yet she was afraid to do one simple thing. Sex had often just been a technique to conquer suspects. It had lost all emotion meaning. Since meeting Tony, the idea of sex had magnified due to his regular stories and the thrill of the lingering possibility of a steamy night of aggressive release had stimulated her. Now, the playful flirting had staled and their relationship had become stronger which meant that she had more to lose. She had warded off all realistic notions of any expressed attraction until this second. Looking into his eyes, she realised that she was done anticipating, done fantasising; she wanted the real thing, she wanted Tony.
Sorry its short but I thought I would upload one more time. I guess that since so many of you have put this story on alert it means you want more but some reviews would really speed up the process hint, hint...