He has just one more gift...
Jethro slipped out of her and rolled onto his back, before pulling a panting and very satisfied Ziva into his side.
They each laid there for a moment, trying to catch their breath, before Ziva giggled.
Jethro smiled and looked down at the top of her head.
"What's funny?" He asked playfully, amusement overtaking the exhaustion in his voice.
She shook her head before rolling onto her stomach and propping herself up on her elbows so she could look him in the eye.
He grinned at her still flushed, beautiful face and she dissolved into giggles again.
Jethro laughed along with her.
"Ya know..." he started, gently tucking a curl behind her ear with a single finger tip, "giggling at a man, when he's just made you scream his name, could give him the wrong idea."
Ziva shook her head, her giggles fading into a loving smile.
She leaned towards him as if she was about to share some big secret and he found himself moving closer towards her too, despite the fact they were the only two in the room.
"I am your wife." She whispered in his ear with such awe that he couldn't help loving her just a little more.
He laughed, pulling her to him until she was leaning over him, her forearms resting on his chest.
"Just realised that have you?" He chuckled. "Seven hours later and she's just realised."
He shook his head with a sigh, making her laugh again.
"No. I have not 'just realised'."
She poked her tongue out at him.
He laughed.
"It is just..." she trailed off with a shy smile, the colour in her cheeks embarrassment rather than from their exertion.
"What? Tell me Gorgeous, I won't laugh at ya." He promise, smoothing his hand up and down her back.
She smiled softly, her eyes slipping closed as his fingers toyed with her still tingling nerves.
"I cannot believe it." She whispered. "After all this, everything you and I have been through, we are finally husband and wife."
She shook her head with a smile.
"I will never tire of calling myself your wife, Jethro."
He smiled.
"Good. I won't either."
She smiled brilliantly at him before laying her forehead on his abdomen between her arms.
"You alright?"
She nodded, her skin not leaving his.
"It is just sinking in, I suppose."
She sighed before slowly lifting her head to look him in the eye.
"Thank you."
He tilted his head in confusion.
"Why ya thanking me?" He asked quietly.
She gave him a look that said, to her at least, the reason was very obvious.
"For marrying me."
There was such a shyness to it that he couldn't help but pull her up by her biceps and kiss her deeply.
"I'd do it again in a heartbeat."
He whispered his promise against her as he pulled away.
She visibly shivered from it before going back to her original position.
"Got something for ya."
He told her, reaching over the side of the bed to take something out of his pants pocket.
She laughed and shook her head.
"Have you not spoiled me enough today, my Darling?"
He smiled as he lay back down before twisting the bracelet on her right arm until it was at the very bottom of her wrist.
Once in the small gap her arm's position had created, he turned it till he found the clasp and, without letting her see it, fed the latest golden charm onto it and closed the clasp.
"Now, I've spoiled you enough."
He smiled.
"For now, at least."
She granted him a stunning, loving smile before lifting her arm to find the newest addition.
"Jethro." She gasped once she saw it. "H-how?"
Before her, nestled safely on her something old, was an exact replica of her and Jethro's wedding bands.
She tore her eyes away from her wrist to find his eyes, tears sparkling in her own.
Jethro smiled.
"May know someone who does it for a living."
He smiled, a familiar twinkle in his eye.
"May now owe him dinner with my beautiful wife."
Her smile widened as he called her his wife for what must have been the hundredth time since it had become true.
He gently cupped her cheek in his hand.
"You had to know I'd be getting you one-?"
She shrugged.
"To tell you the truth, I was a little preoccupied with other things."
He chuckled.
"It was in the back of my mind that you might. Though I thought perhaps, what with the wedding, and the reception, and our honeymoon..."
She paused, still smiling but dropping her gaze.
"Ziva?" He asked concernedly.
"I thought maybe you would have spent enough on me to not warrant a charm. You made my wedding day perfect." She husked, the happy tears that had been erupting periodically all day, finding their way back into her eyes.
"That is present enough."
He gently stroked her cheek bone with his thumb. Wide sweeping movements from the side of her nose, under her eye, all the way to the side of her face.
"The charms aren't about spending money on you." He murmured. "They're about celebrations, apologies, treasuring you and capturing moments in our lives I wanna remember forever."
She took his steady gaze, drawing strength from the love she found there.
"Why wouldn't I want to do the same for our wedding?"
She shook her head, laying it back against his chest and pressing a soft kiss to the skin she found.
"I love you." She murmured softly.
Jethro fitted his hand across the back of her head, stroking her messy curls with his thumb.
"Love you too."
He felt her smile against him.
"Say it properly." She ordered gently, still more than a little shy about asking for reassurance quite so forthrightly.
Jethro smiled widely before taking his hand from her head and gently slipping his fingers under her chin, directing her face until he could watch her gorgeous chocolate eyes sparkle back at him.
"I love you, Mrs Ziva Gibbs."
She smiled a smile so wide he worried she'd hurt herself, before kneeling up and swinging her leg over him, settling herself securely in his lap.
Jethro smirked, running his eyes appreciatively up and down her lithe, toned body while his hands found the soft as silk skin, at the dip of her waist.
"Already?" He asked playfully.
Ziva gasped before smiling coyly as she felt his body's reaction to the soft weight of her own above him.
"Well." She started, gently fitting them together, eliciting a groan from him and a satisfied sigh from her own lips. "I have to find someway of working off all this money you keep spending on me."
Jethro chuckled, leaning up to kiss her, slipping his tongue into her mouth to wrestle with hers as she gasped at the new angle.
"That's a lot of working off." He murmured against her throat.
She hummed in pleasure as the vibration of his words travelled all the way through her.
"Best get started then."