A/N: If you can, when you read this chapter, listen to the song 'So Hott' by Kid Rock. Kinda what this chapter is based on, or the mood at least. Happy Reading!!

WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of an extreme sexual nature…

So Hot

Ziva curled into bed, exhausted. The day had been long enough because of the party, but the fight between Gibbs and Jenny had left Ziva shaken for some reason. She had been putting some of the dirty dishes in the dishwasher when she had heard them start to fight. They had started fighting about herself and Tony, but then the fight had escalated.

Tony climbed into the bed next Ziva and began rubbing her shoulders lightly. Tony could feel the tension underneath Ziva's muscles.

"Tony," Ziva said, breaking the silence.

"Yes, Sweetcheeks?" Tony asked, continuing to rub Ziva's shoulders.

"Do you think we'll turn out like Jenny and Gibbs?" Ziva asked.

"What do you mean?" Tony asked.

"Well, they were obviously more than partners when they worked together," Ziva said as she rolled over to face Tony. Tony didn't move his hand, and when she rolled, it dragged across her body slowly.

"Are we more than partners, Zee-vah?" Tony asked, keeping his voice low.

"I don't know, Tony," Ziva replied honestly. Tony moved his face to hers until they were just touching.

"How do I make you feel, Zee-vah?" Tony asked, drawing out her name. His warm breath blew in her face, sending shivers down her spine.

"Tony," Ziva said, her voice just barely above a whisper.

That was all it took, the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. Tony lips came crashing down upon hers. She responded by opening her mouth and allowing him access. Tony's hand came around Ziva and rested on her back and he began to trail his fingers up and down her spine. This caused Ziva's breath to catch, which didn't go unnoticed by Tony. He allowed his hands to travel lower, his mouth still upon hers, their tongues dueling madly. When Tony got the bottom of Ziva's nightgown, he lifted it slowly, making sure that the silky fabric stayed in contact with her skin. This light touch caused Ziva to moan and she arched her back, her hips colliding with Tony's.

Ziva wasn't an idiot; she could feel Tony's arousal through the thin fabric of his boxers. When he dragged her nightgown up her back, she moaned and brought her hips to Tony's. This got Tony's attention. Without breaking the kiss, Tony rolled them so he was on top. Ziva raised herself slightly, allowing Tony to pull off her nightgown, which he then flung across the room. Ziva's hands traveled south until they reached the waistband of Tony's boxers. Ziva dragged her fingernails across Tony's stomach, making his stomach clench. Tony's mouth left Ziva's and he began trailing kisses down her cheek and onto her collarbone. Ziva responded with a low groan.

Tony rolled slightly and maneuvered his boxers off while Ziva did the same with her underwear. Tony placed himself on top of Ziva and slowly entered her, still kissing her collarbone. Their bodies began moving together, moving as one. Ziva closed her eyes and let Tony take her to paradise.

"Tony," Ziva moaned softly. Tony leaned over to Ziva's ear, his hot breath tickling her, arousing her even further.

"I love you, Ziva," Tony whispered their bodies still moving together.

"Tony," Ziva moaned again as waves of shock rolled through her body. Ziva felt Tony stiffen, and then warmness seeped through her. Tony collapsed on top of Ziva, his breathing irregular and fast; their sweat mingled, their legs entwined. Tony kissed Ziva's collarbone once more.

"I meant what I said," Tony whispered into her ear and then shifted slightly so his full weight wasn't on top of her. Ziva snuggled into Tony and found his hand, which she twined with her own.

"I love you too, Tony," Ziva whispered, and then exhaustion claimed her and her world faded to black.

Gibbs sat in his car, having an internal battle. He was debating if he should knock on Jenny's door and apologize for the fight that they had had earlier. Sighing in frustration, Gibbs got out of his car and slammed the door.

Jenny heard the door slam outside on the street and knew what was coming. Getting up, she reached the door just as Gibbs knocked. Jenny opened the door and found Gibbs on the doorstep.

"Can I come in, Jen?" Gibbs asked.

"I don't see why you're asking know, you usually just barge in anyway, Jethro," Jenny replied icily. Gibbs stepped inside the door and Jenny shut it and locked it.

"Jen, I wanted to apologize for earlier," Gibbs said.

"I thought that you've always said that apologies are a sign of weakness," Jenny said, the ice still clearly in her voice.

"Look, Jen, DiNozzo's like my son, and I don't want him to get hurt like I did," Gibbs said, and Jenny suddenly realized that Gibbs looked old and she softened a bit.

"I'm sorry too, Jethro," Jenny said, leading Gibbs into the den. Jenny sat down on the couch and Gibbs sat next to her, wrapping her in his arm.

"Jen, I miss you," Gibbs said into her ear, causing her to shiver.

"I miss you too, Jethro," Jenny said, turning her face to his. She looked into his eyes and with one glance; she knew that she had lost her internal struggle to keep her feelings for him hidden.

"Jen," Gibbs said, noticing the look in her eyes I was a look that he knew well. He lowered his head and placed his lips upon hers and she responded immediately. The kiss was bittersweet, full of longing and regret.

Gibbs ran his hand up and down Jenny's back and a small moan escaped her lips. Gibbs lifted Jenny's shirt and placed his hand underneath, running his hand up and down her bare skin. She had changed into pajamas, so she wasn't wearing a bra. As Gibbs's hand trailed up and down her back, Jenny's breath caught. Jenny moved her hands and began slowly unbuttoning Gibb's shirt, taking time to run her hands up and down his chest, which was still hard muscle after all these years. Gibbs eased Jenny's shirt over her head, only breaking their kiss for a moment.

Jenny finally finished unbuttoning Gibb's shirt and slowly dragged it off of his body. Jenny's hands went lower and she felt Gibbs's stomach clench.

"You're playing with fire, Jen," Gibbs growled menacingly.

"I've never gotten burned," Jenny retorted as her fingers undid the button of Gibbs's jeans. Gibbs stood up and allowed Jenny to relieve him of his pants. She stood up and allowed Gibbs to do the same to her, and then they were both completely naked. Jenny lay back down on the couch and Gibbs placed himself on top of her, his mouth once again attacking hers. She moaned slightly as Gibbs moved his hand down to her breast. Gibbs entered her and their bodies began moving as one, like they had once before, in Paris.

"Jethro," his names escaped her lips in a whispered breath as she reached the pinnacle of passion. Jenny felt Gibbs tense beneath her as he too, came. Exhausted, Gibbs collapsed on top of Jenny, but then repositioned himself so that his back was up against the couch and Jenny in his arms. They fell asleep like this, entwined together.

A/N: So, did you like it. I've never actually written out sex scenes, so this was my first time, so tell me what you think. Review, please, I'm depressed and I don't feel well, so it will make me happy.