"DAZED AND CONFUSED," sequel to "Past Tense".
Chapter 4:
The phone rang again and this time Ziva was quick to answer it.
"Yes", she spoke into the receiver of the old rotary style phone in their room.
"Miss Smith," the voice answered almost matter-of-factly.
"Ah, yes, this is Callie Smith. To whom am I speaking?"
"You do not need to know. I do however need to know you will be available tomorrow morning."
"What did you have in mind?" she asked the stranger.
"The diner across the road from where you are staying. Be seated with the package by 9am. I will contact you there". The line went dead.
Ziva hung up and looked over at Tony, who was still trying to get the air conditioner to work, without much success. He punched it in frustration and all of a sudden the unit sprang to life with a hiss and a thump.
"Hey! Alright!" he jumped up, punching the air and high-fiving himself.
Ziva rolled her eyes, "Roy, that's very nice. Did you hear anything I was just saying to our contact?"
Tony immediately calmed down and went into agent mode without missing a beat. "Callie, I heard every single word. So what's the plan?"
"It appears we have a breakfast date tomorrow morning at 9am".
"Where?"
"That disgusting diner over the road." She nodded in its direction. "We are to take the package and be there for 9am".
Tony smiled as he walked slowly towards her. He raised his eyebrows. "So I guess that means we have some time to kill, my dear Callie. Have any ideas?"
"Yes, Roy, my little sweaty butt", she smirked at the look on his face. "We should get some sleep".
Tony watched as Ziva sashayed into the bathroom. She winked at him before closing the door. Fortunately for them they were only being listened to and not watched. The room along with an extremely tight timing schedule had proved too difficult to set up full surveillance as initially planned, so Gibbs and the rest of the team had to rely on com-links and microphone bugs as their only form of observation.
Now that the air conditioner was working again, perhaps it would be easier for him to stay cool – in more ways than one.
Ziva emerged from the bathroom still wearing her tank top and boxers, and proceeded to crawl under the thin sheet on the bed. The faded old red velvet bedspread had already been kicked to the floor along with any blankets. Tony headed to the bathroom, ready to steal himself for the moment he would climb into the bed with Ziva. This was going to test his self control, of that he had no doubt.
"Turn off the light will you, my darling," Ziva asked him almost too sweetly as he lifted the sheet to join her.
He complied, then slid under the sheet apprehensively.
They both settled in, on separate sides of the bed. The whistle and clunk of the air conditioner sounded even louder now and they both focused on it as a distraction.
Neither one of them spoke, but both lay awake, staring at the ceiling.
Ziva sat up with a start as the air conditioner once again shuddered to a halt. "Argh, bloody thing!" she swore as she lay back down, continuing to curse in what he assumed to be Hebrew.
Tony didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The entire situation would be funny under different circumstances. Maybe it would be once they had finished the mission.
Several awkward, silent minutes passed.
"Callie…" Tony muttered.
"Yes Roy".
"I can't sleep".
"Count something." Ziva suggested wearily.
"What?" Tony looked over at her.
"What?" Ziva was getting annoyed.
"Count what?" Tony persisted.
"I don't know, anything – try dogs," she offered.
"Count dogs? Don't you mean sheep?"
"Sheep? Why would you count sheep?" Tony was really starting to test her patience.
"Because you asked me to!" He continued to pester her.
"I did not, I suggested you count dogs. You are the one who wanted to count sheep!"
"Argh!" Tony reached over and turned the rusty lamp back on. He rolled on to his side to face her.
"Roy, turn the lamp off, please. Just because you can't sleep doesn't mean I can't", Ziva was trying not to laugh at the dejected look on Tony's face.
With a heavy sigh he reached over to turn the lamp off again. "Ouch!" he pulled his hand back quickly, promptly putting it in his mouth to suck on it. He'd received a short, sharp shock from the lamp as it, along with the air conditioner, was added to the list of failed electrical appliances in their room.
"This room is a joke!" he mumbled as he continued to suck on his hand, settling back down into the lumpy bed once again.
As both of them lay there, neither one could get comfortable. An unbearable silence haunted them. Ziva moved to fluff her pillow at the same time Tony rolled onto his side again. The pillow hit him square in the face.
"Hey…!" he looked up at her, rubbing his nose, serious at first, but then he figured he may as well have a little fun with her so he grabbed the offending pillow.
"Cut it out Roy." Ziva snatched it back from him and moved back to her side of the bed.
Silence reigned once again, until an argument between the people in the room next door erupted, causing both Tony and Ziva to sit up and look at each other.
"Whoa, and I thought you had a potty mouth", Tony raised his eyebrows at Ziva.
They settled back into the bed again, the shouting from the adjoining room getting louder until something smashed against the wall, one of the lamps they both figured. Things were really heating up next door, and it wasn't long before other guests started yelling at them to shut up.
"This is such a classy place, isn't it dear", Tony spoke sarcastically to Ziva in the half light of the room, lit only by the flashing neon of the 'vacancy' sign outside their window.
"Yes you always did know how to show me a good time Roy," Tony could hear the smirk in her voice.
Something else smashed against the wall from the room next door and finally all was quiet. It was almost deafeningly quiet.
"What do you suppose is happening now?" Tony asked Ziva in a near whisper.
It wasn't long before his question was answered. Low moans and groans could be heard where only minutes earlier there had been angry shouting. The louder the moans became, the louder the bed creaked, shaking the adjoining wall so much that it shook Tony and Ziva's bed.
"I would say its called make-up sex, Roy", Ziva deadpanned.
Tony and Ziva lay there, staring uncomfortably at the ceiling while their bed continued to thump against the wall from the action next door.
"You know, we could …"
Ziva cut him off. "No Roy, we couldn't. I am not, how you say, a demonstrationist".
"Exhibitionist," he corrected her.
"Whatever".
"This is torture, you know that. Hear me everyone? THIS IS TORTURE!" Tony was starting to lose it. "C'mon you guys, give us the grand finale – we're waiting!" He raised his arms and waved them dramatically in the air like the conductor of an orchestra as he got up and stormed over to the fridge. He grabbed the bottle of wine and 2 plastic cups, opening it easily as it had a screw-cap and not a cork. Figures, he thought. After pouring two cups, he handed one to Ziva. "If we are going to be stuck here then we may as well try to enjoy it" he ranted. He really was becoming more and more frustrated and the fact that Ziva looked so damn sexy sitting there virtually in nothing but her underwear wasn't helping him any.
Ziva slowly took a tentative sip of the wine, looking up at Tony as she did so. She was pleasantly surprised. "Huh, this isn't as bad as I thought it would be." She motioned for him to try some.
He sat down on the bed next to her. "Well at least its cold," he muttered, taking a large swig. As he drank the wine, his eyes drifted to Ziva again, who was running her hands absentmindedly through her hair and tugging at her top in a fashion that would let the air in. Perspiration dotted her upper lip and she licked it off without realizing what affect the simple gesture had on Tony. The people in the room next door were up to round 2 of their make-up sex which did nothing for Tony's self control. He fidgeted on the bed, trying to subtly adjust his boxers to hide his growing erection. He imagined all the other places on Ziva where she could also be perspiring. He could just lick it all off. He knew exactly what she tasted like and now he was convinced he could smell her scent wafting over to just to tease him further. He swore he was going to come just thinking about what he wanted to do to her.
Ziva was enjoying the wine, and the sensual moans coming from the room next door were starting to get to her. After all, she had Tony right next to her, and she knew he was likely turned on as well. She saw him try to hide his erection but she didn't know how to tell him it wasn't exactly easy to disguise – the guy was built in more ways than one. Thinking about Tony that way wasn't helping her any. She ran her hands through her hair again to let some air filter through. Her top was clinging to her sweat dampened body and she knew her nipples were hardening from becoming increasingly aroused. She felt as though she was being ambushed by his scent, and everything about him became more tactile – she imagined the texture of his hands on her body, the strength of his body as it pressed down on her, the taste of his saliva, the taste of his…
"Zi – ah – Callie", Tony's voice was low, breaking her train of thought. He looked at her, "You were staring…"
She swallowed, a little embarrassed at being caught looking at him as if he were to be her next meal.
He slowly moved closer to her, keeping constant eye contact as he reached for her hand. He guided it to touch him where he ached to be touched, and she immediately engulfed him in her hand through the thin fabric of his boxers. He closed his eyes, a silent, gutteral sigh escaping him.
She licked her lips again as she looked from his eyes to his crotch and back. She moved her hand inside his boxers and grasped him more firmly. He tried hard not to moan out loud, so he bit her shoulder as she continued to caress him. He couldn't stand it any longer so he pushed her down onto the bed, kissing her in a heated frenzy. He pushed himself harder into her hand, rocking back and forth as he did so. Ziva's legs wrapped themselves around his waist and her other hand ran through his hair as they continued to kiss so intensely they would surely bruise their lips.
Their com-links were on the nightstand next to them. If they could keep quiet they might just be able to get through this…
The ringing of the phone made them both jump. Ziva let got of Tony just in time, as he was very close to coming in her hand. She answered the phone but was met with a dial-tone. Whoever it was had already hung up. Frustrated, she stormed to the bathroom, motioning for Tony to follow.
He was there in one step.
They closed the door behind them and Ziva turned on the water in the small shower stall to help disguise any noise they may unintentionally make. They grabbed each other and proceeded to rip off any garments that were in the way. She lifted her legs up making it easier for Tony who slowly thrust himself into her as she supported herself against the door.
God, he felt so good.
God, she felt so good.
She dug her nails into his back as he began to move quicker, meeting him thrust for thrust as the door slammed in time with their frantic movements. Their bodies were slick from sweat and they slid against each other in an effort to keep up the momentum. Both kept their moans as quiet as possible, but they couldn't help themselves when they both reached their peak, simultaneously screaming out in pleasure as they rode out the waves of their orgasms. They stood joined, using the door as support as they came down from their high. Tony helped Ziva move her legs as she was still shaking from the intensity of her climax. He wiped a strand of her hair from her sweat soaked face, kissing her full on the lips. He too, was slightly shaky, and they smiled at each other as their breathing calmed.
"Wow" he whispered with a smile.
She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him. "Do you think anyone heard?" she asked him in between kisses.
"I think the whole of DC heard," he smiled into her kisses.
"But it wasn't us, it was the couple next door, right?" he winked at her as he continued to kiss her. "Kept us awake all night, didn't they", he kissed her again. "How is anyone supposed to get any sleep around here, huh?"
Ziva was smiling back, it may well work. If Gibbs had been listening in, or anyone else for that matter, how were they to know which room the sounds were coming from? If they weren't in the bathroom it may have been a different story, but hopefully the water from the shower and the door being closed helped.
Tony decided to take advantage of the cold water that was running in the shower and took Ziva by the hand, and led her into the small shower stall.
The now luke warm water streaked down their bodies, and they enjoyed the feeling as they could only remain pressed up against each other in the small space. Tony reached to turn the water on harder, hoping for some cooler water but it seemed even the cold water was now warming up due to the oppressive heat of the day and night.
As they stepped from the shower, Tony toweled Ziva dry and wrapped her in the towel. He followed her out of the bathroom and they fell into bed, her towel dropping to the floor. All was quiet next door, tit-for-tat he figured. He reached over Ziva to turn off the one lamp that was still working before settling in next to her with a contented sigh.
"Goodnight Callie", Tony nuzzled into her neck.
She didn't answer.
"Callie?" he lifted his head to look at her.
He couldn't believe it, she was already fast asleep, flat on her back, cheeks flushed and her kiss bruised lips slightly parted. He settled back down to join her. This case wasn't turning out so bad after all.
TBC…