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Thank you all fantastic people for reviewing, following, reading... You're brighting my day everytime! So our favorite couple is in the hammock now so what happen next? Read to find out! And please - let me know what you think... ;)

Warning! This chapter is rated STRONG T, I repeat, STRONG T! I tried to stay on it so the change on the M rating could go smoothly. And another warning! The next chapter will be to find in M section because we will finally get to the M part! Yay! ;)

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Sleepover in the Hammock

Chapter 4 – Midnight Teasing

Ziva was awakened by the phone buzz. She slowly opened her eyes and wondered for a while where the hell was she. Then she remembered – broken car, mud, she just in panties, Tony in his boxers and their dinner. She was suddenly aware of the strong arms that embraced her. Tony's left hand found its way under her and he had his palm spread on her stomach beneath the shirt and his right hand was locked up on her waist.

She tried to pry his arms from around her but his grip tightened. "Stay here…" he mumbled sleepily. She sighed. "Tony… the phone… I need to get to the phone." She panted as she tried to reach over to the stool and grab her phone but he was somehow stronger than her and pulled her flush against his body. "Tony!" she hissed. "Okay…" he muttered, loosened his grip and yawned as he tried to wake himself up.

Ziva finally snatched the phone and sank back into the hammock. Tony embraced her once again and snuggled behind her comfortably. She rolled her eyes trying not to show how much it turned her on. She answered the phone. "Hi, Abby." Tony smiled when he heard Abby's voice on the other side of the line and a wonderful idea crept into his mind. "Oh my god, Ziva, are you two OK? McGee told me that you had a blow-out." Abby's muffled voice asked.

Ziva wanted to answer her but suddenly gasped when she felt Tony's hand on her stomach as he started to caress her while his right hand moved to her exposed thigh and began caress her there. "We-," she gulped, "we are fine, Abby." She said with shaky voice and turned her head back to look at Tony. He had that goofy grin plastered on his face and waited for her reaction. Ziva again saw that hint of arousal, desire, lust and passion in his eyes and she had to turn away from him because she knew that she wouldn't able to resist this face.

"We are in nearby house." Ziva returned to her conversation with Abby. Tony frowned and wondered what her reaction could mean. He pondered for a while still continuing in his caresses, whether to stop his ministrations or to go further with it. He decided for the latter and raised his right hand to brush her hair from her neck to give himself better access. Ziva listened to Abby but her mind was full of Tony's hands on her body. When she felt that he was removing her hair from her neck she closed her eyes and shifted in the hammock trying to get away from him but failed.

Tony smiled wickedly and finally took the final step in his plan. He began to suck on the pulse point on her neck. Even though she tried to stifle the moan and bit her lip, the moan escaped from her lips and she gripped the edge of the hammock helplessly. Her body shivered with sensations that Tony caused to her. Tony's grin widened and he brushed his fingers across the fabric of her panties and her right tan and she yanked involuntarily because it was one of her ticklish spots.

She barely paid attention to Abby's rambling as she was wriggling, gasping and occasionally moaning because she couldn't take it anymore. She unconsciously raised her hand and held Tony's head in place on her neck where he worked on her pulse point and that drove her completely insane but she couldn't get herself to stop him. Tony enjoyed this very much – he loved her struggle and consequent surrender to his ministrations because she was too weak to fight it.

Ziva silently prayed to make Abby end the call so she could finally stop this nonsense. But very exciting nonsense. The little voice in her head teased her. "Ziva, are you OK? You sound a little breathless, you know." She heard Abby asked her. Ziva stiffened – Abby had to hear her gasps and moans – what was she going to tell her? She couldn't tell her that while she was talking to her, Tony was glued to her neck and driving her crazy with his mouth.

"I-I am fine, A-Abby. R-really." She stuttered hoarsely. She could feel Tony's lips turned into smile against her skin and could only guess how much he enjoyed teasing her like this. Abby suspected that something was going on but what she wasn't sure. "Oh, I hope that's not because you killed Tony. You didn't kill him, did you?" Abby sounded worried – the thought of just two of them in closed space in the middle of the storm didn't sound safe for Tony. He could be annoying in these situations and Ziva wasn't one of the most patient people in the world.

Ziva couldn't help but smile as she unwittingly enjoyed Tony's caressing and kissing and she leaned into his touch. "Not yet." She answered Abby playfully with mischief in her voice. Tony tickled her again in the area of her crotch and she giggled a little. "It's j-just…," she stammered while she smacked Tony's hand to stop him from the tickling. "It's just, he iss asleep. I do not want to wake him up." She quickly blurted out and gripped the material of the hammock once again.

Abby's eyes widened. Did she just hear Ziva to giggle? Something was really going on, something good for both of her friends and she probably interrupted it. "Oh, I actually didn't think of that. Sorry. I'd better be going. See you in the morning Ziva." She tried to end the call quickly sensing that she'd better leave them alone. "Yeah, see you in the morning. Bye, Abby." Ziva answered and closed the phone. She was suddenly very unsure of what will happen next.

She threw her phone over on the stool and finally became aware of the whole situation. He made her to gasp, moan and giggle while she was on the phone with Abby! She was going to kill him, that's for sure. She took few deep breaths because her mind was still foggy for that he didn't stop worshipping her neck. "What are you doing?" she asked him in a very dangerous low tone and it sounded almost like a growl.

Tony didn't show any intention to stop. He knew that she might be pissed off but also knew that she was enjoying this as he was. He only stopped sucking her neck for few seconds to reply her question. "What do you think?" he asked her cheekily knowing that she wouldn't stop him even if she wanted. She turned to shot him some death glare and told him to stop this nonsense but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She opened her mouth several times but no words came out.

Tony noticed the heat that crept into her face and was pleased with himself that he made her blushing. He smiled at her sweetly still continuing in his caresses. "You're blushing?" The panic flashed through her face. "NO! I am not blushing!" she turned away from him back to her previous position. Tony smiled and shook his head at her denial and glued his mouth back to her neck again. Ziva groaned and gripped the edge of the hammock.

She wasn't able to form any words for a few minutes and when she felt Tony's hands moved to the shirt as he began unbutton it, she finally started some action. She grabbed his hands and moved them back on her stomach and thigh. Then she finally managed to beseech him. "Can you stop, please?" Tony unglued from her neck just to look at her knowing that she was on the brink and replied her. "Give me one good reason."

"I can't think!" Ziva exclaimed immediately while Tony laughed at her desperation. "That plays for me, not for you." He informed her softly and attacked her neck with occasional nipping on her earlobe. Ziva shuddered and purred in pleasure not really knowing what to say. She tried to use her second argument but her voice betrayed her. She wanted to sound reasonable but instead of that, it sounded like just some common stating of the fact. "You will give me a hickey."

Tony stopped and looked at her. She was so darned cute when she tried to fight with him but did nothing explicit to stop him. He leaned in to her ear, blew few hot breaths and watched her shudder. He just loved the effect he had on her and the fact she couldn't mask it. "And that's not the only thing I'm going to do to you tonight." He whispered seductively into her ear and Ziva's eyes flew open wide in realization where this night headed.

She wondered feverishly how far she wanted to go with it while Tony began worshipping her body once again. She looked so beautiful and he couldn't get enough of her. He adored the way she fluttered her eyes in pleasure, how she gripped the material of the hammock trying to prevent herself from moaning and gasping but failed in it miserably, how her neck moved when she gulped to water her suddenly dry mouth, the way she moistened her lips, the vibrations he felt on his lips when she hummed in approval of what he was doing to her and the way her body wriggled in attempt to draw her body closer to his.

She was too lost in sensations and her own thoughts to notice that he began to unbutton the shirt again. When she finally noticed it was too late. He grazed the skin on the upper half of her body with his fingertips and she couldn't do anything about it. Ziva shivered and squeak when he cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. "God," she breathed as she arched her back to him, "why are you doing this to me?" She was on the edge, she could lose it right here and now and she wouldn't be able to prevent it.

"Because it's fun." He replied proud of himself of what he was able to cause her and cheekily added. "Besides, I just can't resist you when you are all hot and bothered and that I'm the one who is doing this to you." Ziva's head snapped. What? He talks to me like to some cheap chick who gives in easily! She tried to gain some composure to disabuse him which wasn't true at all but she just couldn't let him talk to her like this.

"Put your mind out of that gutter, DiNozzo. I am not 'all hot and bothered' as you said and certainly not because of you." She retorted angrily but her traitorous body still reacted positively on his worshipping. Tony grinned widely when he felt her body responding despite the words she just let out. "I think that your body is protesting against what the delicate mouth of yours just said." He went even further when he began to strip her off from his shirt.

Ziva tried the last thing she could think of to stop him. She chuckled. "You know, you are the one who is aroused here." She turned a little to look at his crotch and immediately looked away to prevent herself from doing something stupid. Then she added challengingly. "You cannot tell if I am aroused or not." That caught Tony's attention. Does she really think that I can't tell whether she is turned on or not?

"Do you really think that I'm not able to tell if the woman is aroused or not?" he asked her with sudden curiosity. She looked at him and nodded in agreement. She didn't know why she was doing this – why she was teasing him and provoked him, when everything she wanted was to stop this nonsense, forget about it and never talk about it. Or not? Tony saw the challenge in her eyes and decided to play along. He already had her, she couldn't run away from him and after this, she was going to give in, he was sure about that.

"OK, let me show you that I have some special powers." He winked at her and waited for her response. She turned over onto her back and gripped the shirt back to cover her breasts. "You can start." She waved her hand at him. He smiled sweetly at her. He had her exactly where he wanted her to be. "So, for first – you didn't do anything to stop me. Your body overpowered you and you can do nothing about it. You are completely at my mercy."

She gulped but didn't say anything to it. He continued as he raised his hand and measured her pulse in her neck. "Your pulse testifies about the fact that your heart beats erratically – and you didn't do any physical activity in last few hours." He used his husky seductive voice. She on the other hand put on her stubborn face and tried to beat him with logical arguments. "That is because you make me feel uncomfortable and I have to prevent myself from killing you."

He pretended that he didn't hear anything and continued. He stroked her face. "Your face is red and that means you're blushing." She rolled her eyes. "That is because of the fire. It is rather hot in here. It makes my face to go red." He pouted cutely and went on. "You have darkened pupils in your beautiful eyes. The obvious sign of lust and desire." Ziva snarled. He really did think that he could convince her like that? "Yeah, desire to kill." She said harshly.

But Tony ignored her and finished his examination. "And despite all of your words here; you were wriggling, gasping and moaning under my touch even when you had Abby on the line. And you cannot deny that." He leaned in finally wanted to kiss her because it was too much for him too. But Ziva didn't want to give up so she whispered against his lips. "That is all you've got? I thought that you have something better than some indistinct signals."

He pulled away from her and gazed at her unbelievingly. Why she was teasing me like this? But if she wanted to play games so be it. He grinned at her. "Well, I have another trick that can reveal if you are aroused or not. I could be one hundred percent sure thanks to it, but I'm afraid you wouldn't allow me to do that." Ziva frowned – she was playing with fire, she was sure about that but her curiosity overcame her. She nodded at him in challenge. "Go ahead."

He chuckled – he already knew by now that she wouldn't turn down the challenge. "OK, close your eyes." She scowled – what was he going do to her that he wanted her to close her eyes? "But…" she tried to object but he put a finger against her lips. "Close your eyes." He asked her softly. She exhaled annoyed but did as he requested. Tony adjusted himself to get in better position. He grabbed her hands which were still gripping the shirt and put them above her head.

He opened the shirt fully and admired her breasts for a while. Then he raised his hands and slowly grazed his fingertips across her body – from her hair, to her face and further down to the swell of her breasts and stopped on her belly where he caressed her in small circles. Ziva leaned into his touch and let herself lost in the sensations so she didn't even notice the hand that slowly crept its way inside her panties which were practically soaking wet by now.

When she felt his fingers grazing inside her panties caressing her intimate parts, her eyes flew open wide. Tony was looking at her, waiting for her reaction but didn't move his hand away. He could feel how wet she was and how ready for him she was. "Tony," she gulped breathing heavily – there was no step back from it – "can you please withdraw your hand?" She waited desperately for his answer but already knew that he wouldn't do it.

Tony pretended to ponder it. He tilted his head on the left side and pouted like if he was in deep thoughts. "Hmm. No." he decided suddenly just playing with her. "I think that my hand likes the place where it is now." He smiled at her sweetly. She regarded him for a few seconds searching for some kind of guarantee that this wasn't just some one night stand for him. She moistened her lips and slowly nodded. "OK." And she lifted herself up, wrapped her hands around his neck and finally captured his mouth in sensual kiss.

The End of Chapter 4


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