A tiny interlude with Tony and Ziva. Because it's about time…
Ziva awoke to find the room flooded with sunlight and stretched out happily. One arm encountered a warm body and she sat bolt upright.
"Tony? What are you doing?"
"I was sleeping."
"What are you doing in my bed?" she said accusingly, clutching the sheet protectively around her breasts.
"One: you're old enough to know the whole of Goldilocks and The Three Bears off by heart, without me needing to join in and help you out. And two, that display of maidenly modesty is too little, too late." He leered cheerily at her.
"It wasn't a dream then?" Ziva collapsed back on the pillows and sighed in relief.
"You dream about me." DiNozzo stated and then stretched out a hand and pulled down the sheet.
"Not that often. And stop staring."
"Why? I used to dream about your breasts, but this is better. Much better." He rolled over and started to caress her.
"Really?" the way she rolled her "r's" made it sound like a purr.
"Really. Want me to prove it?"
"Oh yes."
Later, much later, she looked down at him. "What are we going to say to Gibbs?"
Tony grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist, loving the way she lay on top of him, so that he could feel every inch of her length. "How about 'Good morning, Gibbs. Did you sleep well?' And then maybe offer him a coffee."
"He will know."
"How?" Busy kissing the curve of her neck, Tony really didn't want to think about Gibbs at this moment. It kind of put him off his stride.
"Because he is Gibbs." Ziva turned her head and kissed him full on the lips. "And because I won't be able to keep my hands off you. Why did we wait so long?"
"Because I'm a slow learner?"
"I could teach you?"
"I can never resist temptation."
Sometimes, it was worth waiting. Right now, Tony DiNozzo wouldn't change a single thing about his life. Except for maybe going back in time and putting on his pants the moment he got out of the shower yesterday morning. Either that or breaking into Eric's computer and erasing that incriminating tape.
"Gibbs is going to be waiting for us," Ziva said. It was getting on towards midday and they still hadn't managed to get out of bed. There was too much to discover about one another, too much to say and far too much still to do.
"You kept me waiting for years." They were sitting up, facing each other, and Ziva's legs were wrapped around his waist.
"That was different." She loved the way their bodies moulded into one another, the way the hairs on his chest tickled her breasts and the way his hands were cupping her buttocks
"How?" The scent of her was intoxicating, a spicy, sweetness that did the most incredible things to his body, almost against his will, Tony thought.
"I don't love Gibbs."
"That works for me."
"We can let Gibbs wait a while longer." Ziva didn't even bother to try to suppress the shiver of delight that ran down her spine.
"It'll do him good to learn to be patient. Talking of which…?" Tony shifted his hands slightly, having decided that he had waited long enough.
"Oh yes. Please."
"I can never resist a girl who begs with such throaty passion."
"You cannot resist me."
"That's true."
They'd waited for so long, for what had possibly amounted to the most prolonged instance of foreplay in the history of the world, baiting and bickering, denying and desiring, wanting and waiting. But the consummation, while devoutly wished, had exceeded expectations. And it continued to do so. They were, after all, at the peak of physical condition, even if DiNozzo was slightly battered and bruised. Consequently, they were still in bed that afternoon.
"Your father is going to hate me." Eli David had never exactly bothered to hide his feelings about DiNozzo. Nothing would have pleased him more than to have his daughter safely married off to one of his Mossad minions.
"He already hates you. But I hate him, so we are even."
"You reckon he knows about Vance?"
Ziva shook back her hair. "Probably. He knows most things."
Tony considered this. "You think he knows about us?"
"I think he knew before we did."
"And what about Hetty? Exactly how friendly do you reckon she and Gibbs are?"
"She does call him Jethro." Ziva wondered if he had a point there. "And they are old friends."
"Ducky's an old friend too. And he calls him Jethro. You reckon…?"
"I reckon you have sex on the brain."
"I reckon you're right."
It was beginning to look as if they wouldn't make it out of bed at all, at the rate things were going. But then, they did have a lot of wasted years to make up for.
No promises, but I will try to post another installment later on tonight. Because slushy plot bunny is sitting up on his hind legs and begging nicely.
