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Chapter 4

Time for that bet! Tony's turn haha. And again, sorry for the wait.

Tony sat at his desk. He had his legs crossed and he had his eyes glued to the paperwork at hand; his arms moving every which way to sign, staple, and move on to the next sheet in line. Nonetheless, anyone could clearly tell that the Senior agent wasn't fully there. His mind was off elsewhere...

He was antsy about the many awaited surprises for tonight and he couldn't focus. All day he had been in a tight fix on wondering if he'd win this bet or not. He just had to prove himself to Ziva or he'd never hear the end of it.

But what if he couldn't withstand her charms?

He knew very well that Ziva David was a highly provocative woman. Would he be able to survive just one more venturous night with her?

He still couldn't quite understand how it got to this. Here he and his own partner were... seeing who could turn the other on the most. How did it come to this?

How did he ever even manage to wrangle another night with Ziva David herself?

She had asked...

He kept repeating the words over and over.

She had asked...

She had asked me personally if she could stay the night with me again...

Tony's thoughts were so strung up on Ziva that he had absent-mindedly began doodling her name in on some of the signature forms for his paperwork files.

Instantly his eyes grow wide as he suddenly realizes his ever-so-stupid mistake and that's when a random voice chips into the horrifying silence. "Tony?"

Upon hearing his name, Tony quickly flips the files over and jerks his head into the direction the sound came from. "Yes? -Yeah huh?"

Rather than finding the steely-eyed Gibbs, he turns to find McGee gathering his things up and giving him a questionable look at his jumpy response.

"Uhh... You alright over there?" The Probie tilts his head curiously before going to turn out his desk light. He then struts to the front of Tony's desk and says, "Case is closed. Ready to go?"

DiNozzo grimaces before glancing to Ziva's desk next. Her belongings were still lying there- meaning she hadn't decided to go home yet... Had he really been zoning out that much?

"Um yeah, I'll catch up with ya. I-I guess I sorta lost track of time." He gives his wristwatch a quick glance to find that it was 8:37 PM already before he finally just gives a nod to the waiting McGee- who then just nods back and starts for the elevator.

Tony then hurriedly flips back over his ruined files and sighs. "I'll deal with this paperwork junk tomorrow." He mutters to himself. He couldn't risk messing anything else up with his brain so finely concentrated on tonight. He then opens his desk drawer and practically flings the files in before going to grab his bags. He wanted to get out of the Squadroom before Ziva got back from who knows where...

Knowing Ziva so well though, she was probably cleaning herself up in the bathroom one last time before she'd come back and head off herself.

The man hurriedly throws his bags over his shoulder, turns out his light, and then rushes for the elevator doors just before they close. He slips in with McGee- panting just ever so slightly.

"I made it!" He breathes and McGee just chuckles- practically taking a hint.

"Have something planned tonight, Tony?" The Probie couldn't help but ask- seeing the way Tony was so jumpy and ecstatic tonight. However, the Senior agent just flashes him a look before shaking his head nonchalantly. "Uhh no, n-not really. Actually, I'm just glad we finally finished that darn case." He attempts to give a convincing grin but McGee knew better than that. Tony had never been that good of a liar.

"Come on.. Who do you take me for- an actual probie?" Tim gives a slight scoff while Tony just gives a confused look. He tried earnestly to act like he had no idea what McGee was getting at.

"What do you mean?" He raises an eyebrow but McGee just looks away and doesn't make eye contact before replying, "I mean, I know you better than that."

Before Tony has any chance to respond further, the elevator dings and the doors open- causing for the conversation to come to an abrupt end.

"Well goodnight." Tim calls over his shoulder before disappearing around the corner to the parking lot.

Tony grimaces and almost feels a hint a guilt prick him at lying to McGee. He knew that McGee would see right through his white lie... But what could he have said? That he was about to get messed with tonight? And by their Ziva?

Tony slams his apartment door behind him and throws down his bags. He hurriedly places his keys next to his fishbowl before striding for the bedroom. His mind was already in an excited-worried storm. Ziva would be right behind him... and who knows what she had in store for him tonight?

She's probably going to win, He thinks to himself while he unbuttons his undershirt and loosens his tie. He then removes his pants before going to find something more casual to throw on. He hurriedly throws on some worn jeans and flings another Ohio State Buckeyes T-Shirt over his head which causes a slight grin to erupt from his lips.

He still couldn't believe Ziva had worn one of his favorite Ohio T-Shirts just last night... And gosh did she look good in it.

It's only then when Tony hears a loud knock come from his door.

He swallows hard.

"How can she already be here?" He asks aloud with a furrow of his handsome brow. And yet, with her mad driving style... he wouldn't expect anything less from her.

He runs a hand through his hair before he finally goes to open the door- revealing none other than his pretty Israeli friend.

"Tony." She muses.

"Ziva." The man smiles back and she gives him a smirk.

"Shalom. May I come in?"

"Oh, Certainly." He opens the door wider before suppressing a chuckle. Already he had excitement beginning to course through his veins.

He couldn't believe that this was about to happen.

"Toda." The dark-haired woman replies back as she then steps in; instantly catching onto his growing excitement levels.

She throws her gaze around the familiar room again and almost smiles to herself. She liked having access to Tony's home... it felt right somehow to her.

She then turns and notices her friend's eyes already darting up and down her figure. She marvels at this and raises an eyebrow. "So, I am guessing you have not forgotten about our little bet, hmm?"

This quickly brings Tony's eyes back to her face and he flashes her that famous grin. "Well, What can I say?"

She nods and then notices his more comfortable attire. "Mind if I join you in one of those shirts, Tony?" She smiles and he instantly smiles back.

"Can-Do, Miss Lovely. Just let me go get one for ya." He heads back into the bedroom and while he goes to get her a shirt, Ziva takes the time to set her things down and look around some more. Even though she had just slept in this apartment only last night, she always enjoyed getting to look around so that she could get to know the kind of 'Home' person Tony was.

She eyes his fishbowl and then glances up to a small bookshelf overhead with a few dusty-looking cookbooks and vehicle documentaries.

She nearly laughs to herself at this odd sight. She knew Tony wasn't the cooking type... so perhaps the cook books belonged to his parents? There was no way she could see him using them in his spare time.

"Back!" He suddenly calls, causing for Ziva to spin around and nearly collide right into him.

"Oh, My apologies." She states before gratefully taking the shirt. She eyes it for a moment- just to give him a taste of tension, before she then saunters for the bedroom. Tony only follows her close behind, his eyes still constantly looking the woman up and down.

"W-Would you uh... want some help with that?" He slyly gives her a look, and Ziva just scoffs. "You will get your fair share, Tony. Just be patient." She completely loved how enthusiastic he was acting. The look on his face however made her nearly want to change her mind.

"Ohh, come on David. I'd really love to help." He pleads- and with those big green eyes too.

She forces herself to look away before she chuckles lightly. "Tony, no. I will be right out." She then slips into the bathroom- leaving a disappointed Tony behind.

She hurriedly slips off her nice dress shirt that she had worn to work today before throwing Tony's sweet-smelling T-Shirt over her head. She loved getting to wear his attire like this.

She then shimmies her jeans off before grinning at the fact that she had no pants to wear again.

Works for me. She thinks provocatively before opening up the door again. She steps out - but immediately notices Tony's absence. She practically blinks in surprise.

Huh?

She glances around the room- wondering where he could have gone.

And then suddenly, without warning, Tony leaps out from hiding behind the door and grasps at Ziva's waist- pulling her into a practical hug.

Ziva almost feels like turning around and kicking him in the crotch on reflex- but she then just relaxes and even gives a short laugh. "Tony DiNozzo, what has gotten into you?" She grins at him and his playful behavior while Tony just grins back. "Heh, I just had to do it." He mutters. He then instantly notices the bareness of her legs again and gapes at the fact that she wore nothing but panties.

"You... You did that on purpose, didn't you?" He almost narrows his eyes at her- she was using every tactic she could to get the upper hand here on their bet.

Ziva just gives a small grin in response. She then unravels herself from his arms and motions to the bed. She couldn't wait to get started on him.. She was seriously keen on turning him on and winning this bet so that she could have bragging rights over him probably forever.

Tony on the other hand, didn't really know if he was ready for the said 'treatment' yet and so he sort of bites his bottom lip before asking, "Uhh, want something to eat first? Maybe?" He motions back towards the kitchen but Ziva just raises her eyebrows.

She couldn't believe it. Was Anthony DiNozzo.. nervous?

She grins next and it makes Tony sort of shift a bit on the spot.

"Seriously Tony? You're wanting to eat something? While I'm motioning towards the bed with you?" She nearly scoffs at his pitiful state and this only riles the man further.

"And just what are you getting at?" He crosses his arms and desperately tries not to loosen a smile. He seriously couldn't resist her right now. "I-I'm just trying to be a good house... host." He pauses and rethinks that. "Uhh... Party host? Uh... what is this again exactly?"

Ziva finally just rolls her eyes with this and steps forward to take his hand. She then tugs him towards the bed; which causes for Tony's feet to feel like stone. How was he ever going to do this? She was going to try and get him sexually aroused... but it wouldn't be too hard to do with looks like hers.

"So... that's a no on the food, right?" Tony gives a slightly nervous laugh and Ziva just raises one eyebrow before going to turn out the lights.

"We'll see about later. But as for now... There is only one thing I am interested in." She lowers her voice an octave and it begins sending chills down Tony's spine.

He sits back on the bed and against the pillows with his legs out in front of him. Right now he was beginning to feel like he was literally at the mercy of his partner. What did she have planned? How was he ever going to beat her on this?

Within moments, the woman comes to join him on the bed and crawls between his two legs- her dark eyes looking even more devious than he'd ever seen them before.

The man swallows hard and stiffens a bit as she reaches for his face first.

She smiles to herself as she lays a hand lightly on his cheek before she begins tracing circles along his lower jawline. This instantly gets a reaction from Tony.

He leans his head back a bit so that she could get down along his neck some too and he finally breaks out into a large grin. He liked this feeling already.

The Israeli continues tracing circles on her partner's face before she stops near his hairline and she pauses. She had always wanted to play with Tony's hair... this would be fun for her.

She eyes him rather curiously before she begins running her lithe hands through Tony's outsticking hair and he practically lets out a small moan. He closes his eyes and Ziva just grins at the expression on his face.

Hah. And I've only just started. She thinks to herself confidently.

She continues playing with his hair and then drags her hands down to his shoulders next. She massages his tense muscles and dances her intricate fingers along his collar bone area.

Tony desperately fights the urges to moan- so instead, he tries biting his tongue and counting to 100 to keep his head straight.

But his counting only makes it to 14 before he lets a satisfied grin slip. He honestly couldn't help it.

Ziva, on the other hand, begins to notice his resistance to her touch and almost frowns. She needed to up her game some.

She then begins going at his muscles with rougher grips and skips down towards his chest area where she could lift up his shirt and play with his chest-hairs.

Instant skin contact with his chest causes for Tony's eyes to roll back into his head and he gives a deep rumbling sound from his throat before he shakes his head and tries to sit up straighter. He didn't want to go out so easily like this... But he couldn't fathom that Ziva was so close to him and literally touching him like this.

He knew he had to fight the sensations- but what the heck! She now had an arm up his shirt and was playing around wherever she wanted!

Finally Ziva begins to feel superior to the crumbling frat-boy before her. She had him right where she wanted him now.

She clears her throat next. "How are you feeling, Tony?" The Israeli couldn't help but torture him with the pressure to reply.

DiNozzo just shifts and struggles in his spot against the pillows. His tongue practically felt tied at the moment- but it wasn't about to stop him.

"I-I'm... just peachy- how about you?" He nearly speaks through clenched teeth.

"I am doing well. In fact, I am actually interested if you will even make it fifteen minutes Tony, hmm?" The compelling woman leans in and is nearly towering over her partner now- her hands still roaming around beneath his shirt. She next inches closer to Tony on the bed- their abdomens just inches from touching.

Tony was starting to feel himself harden now- he could literally feel his whole body tensing up against Ziva's touch and it made him want to nearly jump her. How did he ever think he could do this?

"I-I uh..." He attempts to say something so that maybe she would back off from him- but his voice comes out breathy and he practically loses his words.

Ziva simply just smirks. She smirks at the fact that she could tell he was failing- she could tell he was 'hardening' up and oh, did it make her feel prideful.

She finally seizes the moment and swerves her hands down below Tony's torso and abdomen- causing for the senior agent to finally release another strangled moan.

He couldn't take it anymore. Tony began to nearly sweat now- he felt perspiration lining the back of his neck from fighting his manly urges, and he felt his ever-so-entrusted member stiffen and harden so well from her strokes. The girl was literally thumbing at his manhood- but she was doing it with slow zeal and intricately delicate-to-firm strokes.

"Z-Ziii-va!" Tony cranes his head back next and feels fire burn down below his pelvis for her. He needed her at this second and she was only tantalizing him about it. But gosh did she have it! Gosh did she touch him the right way!

He sinks back into the pillows and feels himself nearly buckle for her body- he couldn't help it. Every fiber of his being was crying out for him to take her here.

He couldn't resist it and yet she wouldn't stop or slow her movements. She kept on going and touching. She tickled her fingers down along his area, prodded at his every shadow, and practically charted his 'unexplored' territory within her head like it was hers to keep. She scoots closer to him until her perfectly shaped pelvis is almost on top of his as she continued her play. She was practically squatting over him now and finally, just watching her work on him with her dark curly hair lying along her pretty shoulders, and her fingers just trailing around his sensitive-yet hardened areas now; Tony could resist no more.

He moans loudly- almost like a captured animal. He struggles beneath her unending grip before reeling up forwards at her, overtaking her. He grins massively as he simply grabs her lightly and rolls on top of her- the woman's facial expression clearly displaying surprise. He feels her barren legs touch his and he only grins harder.

It was as if his own body had just taken over the reins from here.

He towers over her now- the whole lower half of his body rigid and pleading for her before he finally succumbs and realizes what he is doing.

He shakes his head and drastically wonders what has happened to him. What had made him snap so quickly?

And suddenly there is a silence between the two.

Oh gosh... I'm so dead. Tony's head is whirling at his stance over the girl.

Below him, pinned by his passionate hands, lay an ever so prideful Israeli- a satisfied smirk perched perfectly on her dark lips.

Tony only blinks at her in defeat. What had overcome him? How did he even end up on top of his partner like this?

Only one thought prevailed in his head now.

He had failed.

Welp! Cliffhanger! Tony lost the bet I guess... But was it totally his fault? Come on now.. Ziva being sexy is a bit much to resist ;)

Thank you for reading and please stay tuned for the next chapter!

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