Jack Knife: The Aftermath

by youmustbeover18

I am Tiva 'till the cows come home. But, I just saw Jack Knife and decided that Ziva should have hit that. This is smutty with a capital 'S'. Explicit sex between Ziva and Damon, and oh so fun. This was originally just going to be a one shot, but I can't stop writing. Tiva fans, do not despair, Damon knows that he's not the one who gets Ziva in the end. Now Complete

7. Chapter 7

Sorry this took so long. Here it is…the completion of my story. I've included some pretty hot SMUT. I wasn't going to make you wait by posting this as the multiple chapters it really should be.

Please read my notes at the end. They are as important as the actual ending of the story. Enjoy…

The next morning was a Sunday, but that didn't stop Damon or Ziva from waking at their usual 5am.

"Brunch?" Damon asked brightly, as he nuzzled into her neck.

She laughed. "We cannot go until at least 9, or 10. People wake up so late. Hmm….what to do until then…" She wiggled into Damon's lap.

Ziva loved waking up in Damon's arms. He liked to spoon her, and her tiny build fit perfectly into his body. His muscular frame enveloped her, and he held her so protectively. One arm was always slipped under Ziva's neck, and his forearm never lay limp out in front of him and always continued around her body to stretch over her collarbone and hold onto her shoulder. His other arm wrapped around the top of Ziva's body and completed the full embrace. Damon was so much larger than her that his chin could rest on top of her head. But Damon liked to tuck her little ass right up into his lap, and hinge at the waist to push her up his body so he could fall asleep breathing in her hair, or the scent of her neck. Damon wrapped himself around her completely. Ziva had never been comfortable sleeping with a man like this before. She'd always needed a bit of space to breathe. But with Damon, she fell fast asleep in his boa constrictor-like hold.

She signed as Damon started to place light kisses on the back of her neck. And when he began rocking what stood stiff at attention into her back, every hair on her body stood on end. In bed, Ziva insisted that they wear some sort of clothing. There was no possibility of sleep if certain parts of their naked skin touched. Damon wore boxers, and she wore one of his shirts. She loved that it smelled like him, and Damon was giddy with the idea that he'd get back a shirt that smelled like Ziva.

"Ziva you smell so good." He spoke sincerely into her ear. He said this as a genuine compliment, and not a line trying to provoke sex. It was refreshing.

Ziva breathing sped up as Damon's hand crept under the hem of the shirt and swirled around her hipbone. Ziva arched her back and pushed her ass into Damon's solid erection. If not for the fabric barrier she'd have insisted he pound inside her immediately. But this was better. Patience wasn't always Ziva's strength, but she knew this would be worth the wait. Damon crept his fingertips to her stomach, and drew light circles on the skin below her belly button. Every new shape he traced made Ziva moan and sigh in pleasure. He reached his hand around to her other hipbone, tucked it between Ziva's hip and the mattress, and squeezed her bone in his hand pulling her tight against him. She moaned loudly this time, and arched her back, pressing into his cock.

"Damon, no more clothing. Please take it all off." She was rolling her ass against him.

"I just want to touch you for awhile." He whispered into her ear. "I need to touch you."

"That is what I want you to do." Ziva voice was deep and gravelly. "But I need to feel your skin. Please Damon. You can touch me all you like." She didn't even recognize the wanton tone of her own voice.

Damon pulled his hips away from her, and he inched the elastic of his boxers down over his hips. One of his arms was still under Ziva's neck, and wrapped around her body, so when he couldn't push the fabric down any lower Ziva bent one of her legs and slid it between his. She hooked his boxers with the top of her foot and eased them down and off.

Damon pressed his hips back into her and she moaned at the feeling of the soft skin of his cock on her back. Damon pulled Ziva to sit up with him, and placed her between his legs. He wrapped his arms tight around her for one last hard hug. Then his fingers found the hem of her shirt and lifted it slowly up her back. As soon as any portion of her skin was free of the fabric he pressed it against his own. By the time her shirt was up around her shoulders her entire back was pressed into his chest. Damon slid the fabric over her head and off her arms, while she happily moved her limbs to cooperate. He wrapped his arms back around her and pulled her into him as they sat naked, with his body encased around hers. Then Damon pulled her back down onto the bed and tucked her back into his body in that same spooning position.

"I can touch you all I want?" he asked innocently.

"Anywhere. And for as long as you would like to." Ziva breathed.

"I want to touch you like you touched me that first night." Damon eased Ziva's hair over to one side and tucked it under her head, giving himself full access to her neck. Ziva let her head grow heavy to expose more of her skin. He used the arm beneath Ziva's neck to reach across her body and hold her arms in place. Damon breathed kisses across the skin of her neck, which had her smiling in bliss and purring in pleasure. When his hand came down on her thigh the touch shocked her, and her body jerked in response as she let out a loud gasp.

"Shhhh." Damon whispered into her ear as he began to let his fingertips explore the skin of her leg. He was an amazing student, and using the same techniques that Ziva had on him that first night. Her skin erupted in gooseflesh as he grazed feather-light lines up and down the skin of her thigh, then pressed the backs of his nails into her skin with a heavy touch covering that same path. Ziva moaned loudly. Though she had shown him this technique, she'd never had it done on herself, and it was amazing. She was trembling and he'd only just begun. He explored the skin from the outside in, but when Ziva tried to lift her top leg to urge his hand where she desperately wanted it, he pressed it back down by stacking his own leg on top of hers.

By the time Damon's hands moved up to torture her hipbones Ziva was throbbing between her legs. She could feel her own pulse beating from her core. And if she thought the touch felt amazing on her legs, she wasn't even close to prepared for the sensations across her hipbones and stomach. Her body jerked into his hold each time he answered his light grazes with that heavy touch. And when his hands started to explore up her side, Ziva's breath was hitching every few seconds.

Damon held Ziva's arms tight in place, crossed over her breasts. When his touch made its way up the side of her body to her shoulder, he pressed down hard and ran his nails across the length of her arm. Ziva was having trouble controlling her own body. It twitched and jerked of its own accord, and every breath she took was hitching and creating whimpering noises. When Damon's fingers ran across her collarbone the muscles between Ziva's legs clenched and the throbbing became stronger. When he came back and traced up and down her neck, peppering in light and heavy kisses along the way, Ziva's body started shivering uncontrollably. Then he bit down into the skin of her neck, and she cried out as her shaking became almost violent.

"Do you like that Ziva?" he asked her coyly. "I love it when you bite me." He bit down again and Ziva's body convulsed in his arms.

"Now what parts did I miss?" he teased her playfully. Ziva was throbbing between her legs, and so wet that she could feel it coating the top of her thighs. She was rocking her ass against Damon's erection, desperate to relieve some of the pressure building inside of her.

Damon released Ziva's arms from where he held them crossed over her breasts and her top arm flew behind to pull Damon's lips into her neck. His hand traced back down her side, across her hipbone, over her lower belly, and then up toward her breasts. He traced straight between her breasts and brought his hand up around her jaw. He pulled her face towards him to kiss along her cheek, finally meeting her lips for a split second. Ziva was rolling her hips hard into him as his hand made its way back towards her breasts.

"Damon wait." Ziva's request was throaty and her breath was hitching at each inhale. She reached her arm behind her back and began guiding Damon's cock between her legs.

Damon grabbed her wrist. "I'm not done touching you yet." He warned.

"I am not done letting you touch me either." She purred back at him. "Just trust me."

He released her wrist and she guided Damon's length between the cheeks of her ass and to simply rest in between her legs. Then she pulled Damon's top leg forward, so it pressed Ziva's thighs tight together. She urged him to press his leg down into hers, and then she clenched the muscles of her core squeezing and lightly tugging Damon's cock.

"Oh god Ziva!" Damon gasped into her ear as she continued to roll her hips and clench between her legs working his cock. "Oh, that's amazing." Damon gripped Ziva into his body and he bit down into the skin above her shoulder.

"Now I get to touch you while you touch me." She teased him. She was still throbbing painfully, but the feeling of his solid length between her legs made it bearable.

Damon's hand cupped her small breast and she squeezed his dick between her legs. His fingertips grazed over her nipple, which stood out for him in a tight peak. She loved how gently he touched her there. He never twisted or pulled at them, just teased, tickled, and lightly rolled them between his fingers. He placed his palm over her entire breast and cupped the mound in his hand.

"I love your breasts, Ziva. They are so perfect." He breathed into her ear.

"You do not think they are too small?" she asked him. She had very small breasts, and she knew that men generally preferred a woman with more generous proportions in that area. Ziva would never want huge breasts. But she was secretly jealous of women with enough up there to draw a man's attention. No man's eyes ever stared at her chest.

Damon moved his hand to her other breast to equally torture that small mound with his touch. "No, Ziva." He cupped the mound and undulated his hand over it. "They are perfect." His last word came out forcibly as Ziva squeezed, massaged, and tugged at the now completely rock hard shaft between her legs.

The pressure and throbbing between Ziva's legs was reaching an unbearable level. She started to extend the rolling motion of her hips pulling and squeezing Damon harder than before. He was starting to lose control now, and his breathing became heavier against her neck.

"Damon, please touch me. I cannot wait any longer. Help me please." Ziva pleaded to him.

Damon's hand grazed down her stomach and cupped her. She rocked into his hand. He lifted his top leg from hers, no longer pressing her thighs together, and he ran his hand between her legs.

"Ziva!" was all he could say when he felt just how wet she was for him. He moaned heavily into her ear as he let his fingers explore and slide around in her moisture. She was dripping for him. When he slipped that first finger into her they both moaned together. She was so ready for him. She bucked her hips sharply into his hand. He added a second finger and this just caused Ziva to buck more forcibly, begging him for more.

"Damon, I want to do it like this. Just try it. Please Damon." Ziva was both bucking forward to take more of his hand into her and pressing her ass back to urge him to press into her.

She held her breath as Damon withdrew his hand and positioned his cock at her opening. She arched her back giving him more access to do what she prayed he would. Then he started to slowly feed himself into her. Ziva arched more and pressed back to take in more of him. She cried out in pleasure when Damon suddenly thrust the full length of himself into her. Her hand grabbed a fistful of his hair as he stretched her wide. She would never get used to his size. It was always a shock. She rocked her hips and urged Damon to move in her.

When Damon started to rock in and out of her, Ziva's world turned upside down. His huge length hit her perfectly from behind. Her fist gripped wildly into his hair, as he held her in place with a strong palm gripping her hipbone.

"Damon there. Don't stop, please don't stop. Oh God!" Ziva screamed as the pressure she'd built up since his first touch exploded out of her body. Damon had only rocked into her a few times, and not even aggressively, but he hit the spot that released wave after wave of pleasure. Ziva cried out as her body spasmed out of control. Damon held her in a tight embrace to control the convulsions that racked through her. She'd never had an orgasm like this. She gripped onto Damon for dear life as her body took all control away from her and slammed rolling waves of pleasure from her head to her toes. Damon held her tight to control her tiny figure and keep her against him. His eyes rolled back in his head at the intensity that her walls pulsed and throbbed around his cock. He could have come right then and there, but he didn't want to yet. He had more to do.

Ziva's convulsions became less violent, and out of pure curiosity he rolled his dick gently over that spot that had set her off. And with that subtle motion she screamed again and almost jerked out of his arms. He gripped her tight to him and pulled her hard onto his cock spearing her more deeply. He tucked her ass into his crotch and bent at the waist to wrap her in a fetal position so he could hold her and control the convulsions of her body. Ziva continued to spasm and her walls were milking him so hard, contracting and massaging, that he had to bite his lip to keep from spilling into her. He fought hard, and held her tiny body into his while she continued to vibrate. He held her for an eternity, until her screams became yells, then moans, then whimpers, than finally purrs that left her as a pile of jelly in his embrace, high off her orgasm.

"Oh my god!" Ziva finally managed to say with almost giddy tone, followed by laughter. "Damon." She breathed his name as praise, finally letting go of the fistful of his hair, only to laugh lightly in pure bliss as she pulled his lips back to her neck. "Ahhhh." She purred in his arms.

"You okay Ziva?" Damon breathed into her ear, spreading light kisses across her neck.

"That was unbelievable." She said between breathy laughs, which turned to throaty purrs.

"I think I found your sweet spot." Damon teased. Ziva laughed with him at the understatement of the century. "It sounded a bit like I was killing you." He joked at her.

"Then I know exactly how I want to die." She laughed deeply.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Damon asked cautiously. He was still buried to the hilt inside of her, and still rock hard.

"I was not expecting that. Next time I will just let it go, and it will not be so overwhelming."

"Next time?" Damon asked, with a hint of trepidation.

Ziva rocked her hips a few times on Damon's ridiculously stiff cock thrust deep inside her. "Well, we need to take care of this." She joked playfully.

"So that was okay? It wasn't too much?" he asked, all concern.

"I am ready for more." Ziva let her fingernails tease the back of Damon's neck.

Damon loosened his grip on Ziva and slowly started to withdraw his painfully stiff shaft from her.

"Damon, no." She pulled her body to his.

"Just for a second." He promised her. "I just want to look you in the eye."

Damon rolled Ziva so she faced him, and he propped himself up on one elbow to hover above her. She'd never looked more beautiful. Her hair was tousled and fanned out around her head like a dark halo against the white sheets. Her cheeks were flushed with color. And she had a look of pure bliss on her face. She smiled that beautiful close-lipped smile, which was so wide that it accentuated the flush of her cheeks. Her eyes looked relaxed and happy. And she didn't look guarded. She was splayed out naked in front of him, limbs hanging loosely wherever they fell, and she was inviting him in for more.

Ziva reached a hand out to Damon's cheek, and lightly brushed it with her fingertip. Then she pulled his chin towards her asking him to come in for a kiss. And Damon followed happily. He let her hand lead him until their lips touched for a gentle languid kiss. After a few slow strokes of her tongue Ziva deepened their kiss and pulled Damon closer to her.

"We are not finished," she warned him playfully.

"But I want to look at you."

"You pick how you want me." She dared him with a coy smile.

Damon hovered his body over hers, and he couldn't deny how desperately he wanted in. He was propped on his hands and knees above her. Ziva spread her legs wide for him, lifting her hips off the bed to meet him. When she arched her hips off the bed Damon grabbed under her ass and held her hips high. Then he pushed himself to sit back on his ankles. He looked at the picture beneath him. Ziva was lying out for him with her arms spread wide. Her smile was trained up at him. This is how he wanted her. He sat back on his ankles and pulled Ziva down the bed to meet him. Her hair left a trail behind her, and her arms stayed relaxed as they were pulled above her head. Damon slid her body up his thighs and he held himself right at her opening. Her head lay back on the bed, and only her hips lifted up to meet him. He asked her once more with his eyes if she was ready, and she smiled wider as a reply. And Damon thrust himself into her.

Ziva cried out as her eyes rolled back in her head. Damon heard a growl rumble from somewhere deep inside of him. His hands firmly held around each side of her body down to the small of her back. Each time he thrust into her he pulled her hips in to meet him. He was hypnotized by the sight of her splayed out in front of him. She was completely uninhibited. Her arms were slack above her head and every time he pulled her in to bury himself inside he got to watch the response on her face. He watched her mouth twitch, her eyes widen, her pupils dilate, a flutter of her eyelids, and the way the muscles in her neck responded to his movement. He was lost in her. And then he started moving her around to see what she liked best. He loved being able to study her responses like this. He tilted his hips forward, leaned in closer to her, bucked harder, held her legs pressed together, then spread them wider apart, and then he found it.

He yanked Ziva closer to him, lifted himself to his knees, and tilted his hips back thrusting up into her. Her mouth opened wide, her eyes locked with his, and he saw the muscled in her face begin to twitch. He took his time at first, feeding himself slowly into her, and then pulling all the way out again. Then he couldn't help himself any longer because he wanted to watch her come and come with her. He increased his intensity, grinding and circling into her clit when he was thrust in. It was time to let himself go if he wanted to come with her. He had to be really close before he tried one last thing. Damon locked his eyes with Ziva and pounded into her just the way she liked it, and his release started to build.

Ziva watched the sight of Damon above her, completely dominating her. He was looking at her like she was the only woman in the world. He was studying her every response. She even heard him growl as he held her hips lifted high off the bed and slammed himself into her. And each time he thrust into her the muscles in his stomached flexed in an incredible display. And now he'd found her spot. She was so close to coming again, and she knew Damon was pushing hard now to reach his height with her. She held back until he gave her some sort of sign that he was ready. He had pressed up off his ankles onto his knees, and he held her hips up at a sharp angle to brace her against his thrusts. And he was hitting that spot that turned her world upside down. She was so close, fighting to hold back. And then Damon gave her a sign. A smile spread across his face as one of his hands flew between her legs pressing that bundle of nerves with such precision and intensity that Ziva screamed bloody murder. She let go as waves and waves of pure bliss washed over her. And then suddenly, a second, even more intense release hit her. She was on fire.

Damon could see how close Ziva was and he wanted to come with her. And now he was ready. One of his hands moved between her legs to press and massage that little nub that set her off. And he got to watch her face as she came beneath him. It was stunning to see. Her walls started to milk him, and he had one last thing to do. Damon pounded into her one last time, leaned into her body and picked her up, then sat back so she straddled him. The shock of the transition was intense, and when Ziva's weight came slamming down on his full length and into the "V" he'd created by bending his knees up towards his chest, the force on her clit ripped another, more intense, orgasm out of her. And he pumped shot after shot into her rocking slowly to further increase the friction on her clit, making her scream his name. And now their bodies were pressed back against each other. His hands wrapped around her back and he pulled her up against his skin. Ziva's head flew to Damon's neck and, god almighty, she bit him hard which forced another thrust and pump into her. They stayed panting in each other's arms. Damon just held Ziva against him with her head tucked into the crook of his neck. The purring vibrations shooting through her lips against his neck did nothing to help him gain back his composure. She was held tight, trembling in his arms, lips up against his neck. Their naked bodies were linked together in a tangle of limbs. He didn't want to come back from this. He wanted to live this moment forever.

Eventually, Damon and Ziva regained equilibrium and sensory perception of the world outside of their joined bodies. Ziva started trailing light kisses from Damon's neck down to his shoulder. She playfully nipped him a few times and Damon retaliated by testing if she was ticklish. To his great pleasure, she was. Her body jerked at his first touch, and Damon attacked her sides with his fingers. Her mouth expelled a girlish squeal that he would never have imagined coming from this lethal little assassin. She wiggled and squirmed desperately, letting out these tiny squealing and squeaking noises while she begged him for mercy. Damon lifted her off his lap and straddled her on the bed, continuing his assault. She was smiling and laughing uncontrollably.

When he was through tickling her to death he hovered over her on his hands and knees, bowing his head down for a delicate kiss. Ziva took that chance to lock her legs around Damon's hips and use his own weight against him, flipping them over so she sat straddled on top of him. She'd gotten the jump on him. He was shocked when he found himself suddenly beneath her. She took over his previous position, hovering above him on her hands and knees. She smiled down at him, proud of her quick move. Of course Damon was absolutely impressed with the skill she'd just demonstrated. She bowed her head down and kissed the tip of his nose, then proceeded to rub her nose lightly against his.

"Damon, can I look at your tattoo?" she purred, hovering her face only an inch above his.

"Ok." Damon would have agreed to anything she asked him at that moment.

"Flip over onto your stomach." She placed another quick kiss on his nose. "Please," she sang to him, pushing herself back to give him room to move.

Damon smiled at the creature above him. She was incredible. Right now he'd do anything she asked of him. Damon flipped himself onto his stomach, and Ziva straddled the top of his butt. She took a minute to simply admire him. His arms were up, and crossed beneath his head, so that he could rest on the back of his hands. His head was turned to one side giving Ziva a perfect view of his profile. He was so beautiful, especially with that peaceful smile pulling up at the corner of his mouth. Even completely relaxed, his muscle definition was mesmerizing. His biceps bulged without being flexed, and his shoulders were cut to perfection. With his arms reaching up, his deltoid muscles popped creating that deep indentation where they met the muscles of his back. His back was broad and vast, and the muscles dipped and popped in a beautiful display of harmony. A deep line ran down the center of his back separating the two sides of thick muscle. And he had those gorgeous dimple-like indentations around the blades of his shoulders. Ziva loved those. She wondered if they had a name. Were they called 'back dimples'? She knew that the little swirls on her lower back were considered dimples. Were they still called dimples if they were up high?

And then there was the incredible tattoo that covered his upper back. An eagle perched on a globe, with a ship's anchor running diagonally behind. And the absolutely gorgeous outstretched wings of the eagle that reached up and out to Damon's shoulders. It was stunning, and she'd been right about little flashes of color in the eagle's outstretched wings. The globe was positioned in the center of his back, between his shoulder blades. It was slightly larger than a baseball. The Americas, mainly the United States, was the focal point of the globe. Latitude and Longitude lines ran vertically and horizontally around, though they faded to a lighter line in the center drawing your eye to the USA. The anchor that ran behind the image was elegant, yet strong. A nautical rope curved and dipped, wrapping and curling around the anchor. The twists and turns of the pliable rope showed just how strong and solid the metal of the anchor stood in comparison. The points of the anchor were lethal and sharp. The entire globe, anchor, and rope were all done in black. Variations in the shading gave the image detail and clarity. Ziva had never seen such delicate work in tattoo. The lines were fine and precise, some thick and dark while others were thin and light. It looked like a charcoal drawing. She didn't even know tattoos could look like this. How did a needle create such color variations and depth with a single color?

And then there was the eagle. One of its claws rested firmly on the top center of the globe, while the other was lifted and reaching forward. The eagle's head faced front, but slightly bent to one side showing one eye. Its beak faced downward. It looked as if the bird was reaching his head up and out of its neck, then bowing downwards. The eagle held the tail end of a banner in its beak. The banner flew above its head, folding over once. The words written on the banner, "Semper Fidelis", were done in the darkest black of the entire tattoo. They were bold, and clearly very important.

But it was the eagle's wings that Ziva loved most. They were outstretched and lifted. Each wing reached out Damon's back towards his shoulders, and the tips of the wings peaked just at the top of his back. Somehow, the wings reached out both in protection of the globe beneath it, and up and out as if the bird could take off for flight at any moment. Ziva thought the wings of this eagle were one of the most beautiful pieces of art she'd ever seen. They were so lifelike. This was the only part of the tattoo with color, and from a distance you wouldn't even notice it. But now that she was close she could see the shades of red, blue, orange, green, purple and yellow that laced throughout the delicate feathers. If she weren't up close, looking at the tattoo with her own eyes, she'd have never believed this could have been created with needles into skin. The feathers looked real, like actual wings reaching out across Damon's back. The lines were so delicate and precise, the shading so varied and natural, and the colors so intricately woven throughout, that that Ziva expected to feel soft feathers when she finally ran a finger across the lines of the wings. This was work of art.

Damon shivered as Ziva's fingers traced the lines of his tattoo. His skin began to twitch under Ziva's fingernails as she traced around the image.

"This is stunning. I never knew tattoos could be this beautiful." She told him.

"Thank you. I got really lucky. I knew exactly what I wanted, but the tattoo artist I wanted to do it had a waiting list three years long just to get an appointment. I got so lucky when I showed up one day and there had just been a cancelation. It worked out perfectly. She had the time to start right then."

Ziva laughed. "Let me guess, the artist was a female?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?" He asked sweetly.

Ziva chuckled at his complete ignorance of his own looks. "I am guessing that you went to the place and met her in person, and that is when there was a sudden 'cancellation'."

"Yeah." He said this so innocently. He honestly had no idea how gorgeous he was.

"Damon, she saw you and cancelled some other appointment to work on you instead." Ziva told him, with a bit of a chuckle.

"What?"

"She saw what you looked like! You really have no idea how incredibly attractive you are, do you? Why do you think Tony is so bothered by you?" She laughed.

"I thought Tony hated me because I broke his nose?"

"Well, that did not help the situation. But that just gave him a reason he could say out loud. He would never admit that he is jealous of you."

Damon changed the subject back to his tattoo. "So you really think she cancelled on someone else because she thought I was handsome?" he asked skeptically.

"Um. Yes!" Ziva said obviously. "How long did this take?"

Damon thought for a few seconds. "Probably around 15 hours. It had to be done in parts, over a few sittings."

"I think that this very talented artist took one look at you and decided that she would rather spend 15 hours with you, shirtless, then doing whatever else she had planned. And I think she made a good choice." Ziva leaned forward and kissed Damon's cheek.

Ziva sat back up and shimmied down to straddle Damon's lower back. She'd been sitting back on his butt to admire the view, but now she wanted to get closer. Ziva ran her nails up Damon's back from the center of the globe out to the tips of the eagle's wings. She saw gooseflesh erupt across Damon's skin. She let her nails play up and down his neck and she wiggled her hips to spread her core out against his skin. She circled her hips a few times spreading around slick moisture and opening herself wider to let Damon feel the heat coming from between her legs. She rocked herself forward and moaned when she put pressure on her own clit. And this entire time her nails were teasing the back of Damon's neck, his shoulders, and his back.

"Ziva that feels so good." Damon whimpered to her. "I can feel how hot you are." He pulled one of his arms back from under his head and groaned. He pushed himself to one side and reached his hand underneath him. "Owww. I just need to adjust myself a bit." Damon sighed in relief as he withdrew his hand and leaned back into the mattress. "Much better." He said happily.

Damon used that same hand to start stroking the portion of Ziva's leg he could reach. He sighed happily. Ziva took his hand and bent it behind his back, guiding it underneath her.

"Oh god." Damon breathed as his hand slipped between Ziva's legs. "You feel so good."

Damon held his hand still and Ziva circled over it. She purred softly to him. He lifted a single finger and Ziva pushed herself onto it. She let her fingernails play across the sides of his neck. Damon lifted a second finger and Ziva took it deep into her. She circled and rocked her hips working his fingers inside her.

Ziva was purring and moaning as she undulated her hips on Damon's back. "More, please." She begged him. Damon lifted a third finger and Ziva rocked her hips to take it inside her as well. Then Damon lifted his thumb to press into her clit. Ziva started to pant and she rode his fingers and circled into his touch to hit her just where she wanted it. She rocked his fingers in and out of her, and circled hard into his touch. She was close again. She felt a little devious right now, and suddenly stopped all movement. She rocked her hips back, pulling herself off and away from Damon's hand.

"Time for a shower." She said lightly.

She pushed herself away from Damon's back, and that wonderful warmth was gone. He watched her tight little ass sway as she padded into the bathroom, and he heard the shower turn on. He slumped into the bed, disappointed. He was just about to start some serious pouting when her head popped out of the bathroom door.

"Damon." She mocked a serious tone. "Are you not joining me?" She kept her face stoic, and devoid of any hint of emotion.

"Seriously?" he asked stunned.

Ziva kept her face blank as she reached a single hand out in his direction. She turned her palm upwards and let a single finger beckon him as her lips slowly curved up into a devious smile. Damon levitated his body off the bed and literally ran to meet her.

Damon met Ziva under the stream of water and grabbed her for an intense kiss. They were both worked up from Ziva's little performance on Damon's back. He lifted one of her legs and bent down low enough to position his cock underneath her. He thrust himself deep inside her, lifting her up with him as she wrapped both legs around his waist. Damon buried himself deep into her and pressed her back up against the shower wall. She had been so close to coming for him a few moments ago on the bed, and now he brought her right back again. She wrapped her arms and legs around Damon and gripped him to her.

Damon held Ziva up against the shower wall with a hand under each leg. He held her still and started bucking sharply into her. This wasn't slow and passionate. Both of them wanted it hot, fast, and hard. Damon slammed into her with rapid thrusts.

"Damon, I'm so close. Harder. Please press into me." She begged him.

Damon slammed into her and then gave her what she needed. He pressed his body into hers and ground his hips into Ziva's clit. She was on the edge, and just needed to release that pressure. Damon rolled and circled his hips and Ziva dug her nails into his back. Ziva bit into Damon's neck and she clamped down as waves of pleasure shot through her. When Damon felt Ziva's bite he started thrusting again at an urgent pace. He pounded into her a few more times at breakneck speed, then let himself go and let her walls pulse around him as he released into her. Ziva sighed into Damon's neck at the pleasant quickie that had perfectly satisfied what she'd needed.

Damon lowered Ziva slowly down his body until her feet met the ground, and then pulled her in for another kiss. Ziva stepped back and stood under the stream of water smiling at him. She grabbed the bar of soap and looked at him playfully. She pulled him towards her under the water and started to run it over his body.

"Are you going to clean me?" he asked hopefully.

"That is only fair. Because after I finish you are going to clean every inch of my body." She purred into his ear. This was going to be a long shower.

"What do you wear to 'brunch'?" Damon asked. "I don't have anything nice."

"Some people do not even change out of their pajamas. I will pick something for you. But then I get to dress you." She warned playfully.

"Can I pick out what you wear?" He asked, giddy with excitement.

His smile was impossible to resist. Her chin motioned towards her closet. Ziva picked out a simple shirt and jeans from his small choice of clothing. She turned back to meet his face, grinning like an idiot, holding a 'dress' she'd worn once, on an undercover assignment.

"Hell no! I wore that to go undercover as a hooker. This is a jeans and t-shirt kind of place." She emphasized.

Damon pouted in mock seriousness, making sure she knew he was only kidding about his choice. He returned to her closet with the sequined excuse for a dress. He looked through her clothing and picked out a girly, yet modest and comfortable, light purple dress.

A broad smile spread across Ziva's face. "That is my favorite dress." She told him sincerely.

"I get to dress you too. It's only fair." He reasoned, holding the dress close to his chest as if he was holding it hostage until she agreed to his terms. That smile would be the death of her.

"That is a fair deal. But I am putting clothes on you first. Otherwise, we will never get out of here." She was sure of that.

Ziva toweled the drops of water that lingered on Damon's shoulders. She guided him into his clothing using all her restraint to ignore that he was already hard again. She'd barely finished securing his belt when he pulled away, grabbing the dress he couldn't wait to put on her.

"My turn." He smiled, and lit up like a kid in a candy store.

Ziva had to laugh at how young he looked when he got excited. "I need undergarments. Go ahead," she laughed, "you can pick those out too. But I am warning you that my top drawer is not very impressive."

Damon bee lined to the magic drawer, and gently rooted through her delicates. He lifted a number of pieces out individually to further inspect them. She was impressed with his final decision. Most men preferred the least possible amount of material. But Damon chose a pair of bikini cut panties, and a flattering striped bra that she loved. She stood with her arms held out to the side encouraging him to dress her. He took his time, lingering his fingers across her skin, and raking his eyes up and down her body. He stepped back to admire her in the dress.

He let out a whistle from between his teeth. "Ziva, you could kill a man looking like that."

"Oh Damon." She walked up to him and patted him lightly on the cheek. "I know many ways to kill a man." She winked. "Let us go."

Damon drove her car and she guided him to her favorite secret spot. There was a garden out back, and the weather was, once again, perfect. And, since it was only 9am on a Sunday, the place had just opened and was virtually empty. They stood together and waited for the hostess to seat them. Ziva took Damon's hand in hers and stood on her tiptoes to kiss the bone of his jaw. His smile at such a simple gesture made her chest tighten. They were led to a beautiful little garden table. Damon pulled out her chair, and then helped her inch it back to the table.

They were the sole patrons at this early brunch hour. Ziva had snuck in a call to the restaurant from her apt to make sure they served this early. Damon seemed so excited about the concept of 'brunch' that she couldn't disappoint him with a simple breakfast. Luckily, the restaurant started serving brunch at 9am. And now they had the entire garden to themselves. Ziva placed her hand over his on the table. Damon looked down at his covered hand with a longing stare.

"I've never done this before," he said wistfully.

"Eaten? Or had brunch?" she asked sarcastically.

He smiled. "Had a meal out with a woman like this. I know we ate out yesterday. But this is different. You got all dressed up just to join me for a meal. Thank you."

Ziva was touched by his sincere gratitude at every little thing she did for him. She turned his hand over, facing his palm upwards, and began to trace circles with her fingernail.

"So tell me Damon," she let her voice linger, "how have you kept the notches off your bedpost? You must have a very large stick."

He looked at her with complete confusion.

"Did I get that wrong? Is there not some American expression about attractive men having to beat to women off with a stick?" Ziva was sure she got that one right.

He smiled, understanding what the hell she'd meant. "There is an expression like that." Ziva smiled, feeling proud of herself. "As for needing a stick, I've never had that problem."

"How is that possible? You are stunningly handsome, one of the sweetest men I have ever met, built like a god, brave, and…" she emphasized this most of all, "you are an amazing man."

Damon shied away from her compliment. "I was awkward. I was a scrawny kid, and my ears stuck out." He pulled one of his ears forward. "The day I turned seventeen I tried to enlist. When I couldn't be a Marine that was all that mattered. I started the steroids, and being the perfect soldier was my sole mission in life."

"I actually remember, back when we first met, looking into your records. You took no time off. Your one 'vacation' from the Corps was to attend an SAS seminar." Ziva recalled.

"I was obsessed with being the perfect soldier. Not to mention that the steroids didn't exactly heighten my sex drive. Compared to how desperately I wanted to prove myself as a Marine, sex wasn't even an afterthought."

"But being around other Marines all the time, you must have gone 'prowling' with them?"

"I was the best wingman." He winked at her. "I wasn't a virgin. There have been some women, but none who ever mattered, or were even a good experience. Actually," he laughed out loud, "my buddies got me a hooker once for my birthday."

"And?" Ziva raised her eyebrows.

"I ended up paying her to tell them we'd done it. You're the first good experience I've had." He confessed.

"Good?" she accused.

"Amazing." He assured her. "And now I have to leave. I'm heading to Ohio today." He reminded her.

"I know. We are leaving immediately after we eat." She informed him casually.

"No. I can't let you do that." He implored her. "Besides, you have to work tomorrow."

She lifted a single eyebrow to him. "Do you know how many unused sick days I have? You would actually be doing me a favor by helping me use them. Besides, you would do the same for me." When he opened his mouth to speak she cut him off. "If you say a single word, I will take it as an admission that you would refuse the same favor to me." Damon gave into a smile, and she knew she'd won.

"I need to get my bag from your place." He reminded her.

"Nope. I grabbed your toothbrush. Mine too. We can leave directly from here, spend the night in Ohio, and we will be back at my place in no time."

He gave her a look that challenged the matter-of-fact way in which she informed him of his own plans. Then his face softened, and he smiled at her. "Thank you Ziva." He said it with such heartfelt sincerity that it broke her heart all over again. She knew how difficult it would be for him to speak to his friend's widow, and she wasn't going to let him do it alone. The appreciation his eyes reflected back to her was all the 'thank you' she needed.

Ziva hadn't expected it to be easy. But the conversation with Heatherton's widow, and young daughter, had been more difficult than she'd imagined. She was thankful that she could be there with Damon, sitting next to him, as he told his friend's widow and daughter what the man they loved had meant to him. He spoke of their friendship, their time in Iraq, and Damon explained the true reason for Nick's death. The family had been informed of his death back when it occurred, but Damon explained the full story. Nick had died for being a hero. He'd witnessed a hit-and-run, brought the injured girl to the hospital, and stayed with her until she died. Nick had proven to be a hero to the end. He was killed because of what he saw, and to keep him quiet.

Ziva led Damon from the Heatherton's home and tucked him into the passenger seat of her car. He was in no shape to drive. When she parked in front of the motel he grabbed her arm.

"Thank you Ziva." He breathed to her. He'd just relived many of the horrors he'd suffered through by retelling those stories about his friend. Ziva could see the PTSD paralyzing Damon in his seat.

"Stay here," Ziva patted his arm. "I will get us a room." She left Damon in the car to have the moment alone he needed.

They didn't have sex that night. Ziva undressed Damon and led him into the shower. She washed his hair and held him under the hot water. Sex wasn't what Damon needed right now. He needed a friend, and she wasn't going to leave his side. She dried Damon off then tucked him into bed. He grabbed her wrist when she didn't immediately crawl in next to him.

"I like the other side." She explained to him. But his eyes pleaded to her, and instead of walking around the bed she simply crawled over his body and let his arms crush her into him.

She was struck again by how similar the two of them were. This is exactly how she would have handled the same situation. Stoic, almost zombie-like. She knew how badly he was hurting inside. Her actions throughout the night were simply guided by what she would have wanted someone to do for her. Ziva, just like Damon, would never have asked for this tender treatment, but this is what she would have wanted.

"Thank you Ziva." Damon whispered again into her ear. She stoked his arm as he spread his body around her, and held her in a viselike grip against him. Ziva hummed an old Hebrew lullaby until his muscles relaxed and his breath evened into sleep.

Damon was behind the wheel of her car driving back to D.C., and Ziva studied his profile.

"I want you to stay for a while." She asked bluntly.

"I can't do that." He kept his eyes trained on the road.

"You did not enjoy your time with me?"

"Ziva, this was the best weekend of my life." He said emphatically.

"Then it is that you are not interested in me for something more?" she questioned.

"That's not it either."

"Then what is 'it'?" She demanded, feeling rejected.

"You know why. I'm not the man for you." Damon spoke bluntly. "I can't change, and I don't believe you'd ask me to. I'd love to be the man I was this past weekend, but you know that's not who I am now. Not to mention you're in love with someone else." He flashed a quick look to meet her eyes. "If I stay you won't move forward with 'him'."

"Him? Him who?" She asked, completely oblivious to his reference.

"Tony." He said obviously.

"Are you insane?" Her voice almost cracked as it reached a painfully high octave.

Damon laughed softly at the truth her voice betrayed, and smiled at her knowingly. It occurred to him that she might have absolutely no clue that she was in love with Tony. Or she could be in denial, which was more likely.

"Ziva, you're in love with him." He flashed an encouraging smile at her. "And he's hopelessly in love with you. But don't waste too much time. I want you to be happy. I don't have much to offer except my advice, and it's obvious that he's the one for you. I'll always be there for you as a friend. But romantically, I can't go there. Even if neither you or Tony are ready for each other yet."

"Nothing is going to happen between Tony and I." She insisted petulantly.

Damon let out a sigh of frustration. "It kills me that other men may have you. And judging by the denial you're exhibiting, you'll have others before you accept that you've already found him. But I won't be one of them. Tony and you will have the life you've always wanted. He can give that to you." Damon let out a heavy sigh. "I wish it was me," he confessed to her. "If there was any chance we could have a future. If there was any chance I could make you happy…" His voice trailed off.

They sat in silence for a few moments. Ziva wanted to argue, but she couldn't find her voice.

"I accepted a new job." Damon admitted. "I leave for Iraq tomorrow. If Tony can ever forgive me, I hope I can be at your wedding." Ziva rolled her eyes at his words.

"Ziva," he scolded harshly, "you'll never forgive yourself if you realize this too late. You know that it's him. I can never repay you for this weekend and all that you've given me. But, if you ever need anything, just call me. I'll come running. Promise that you'll find me if you ever need help." He grabbed her hand and squeezed it to show how serious he took this promise.

"I promise." She paused, somber. "Just one more night?" she asked.

"When we get back to D.C it has to be over."

"Then pull over."

"Now?" He asked.

"There is no way I am letting you go without a proper goodbye. Pull the damn car over." She demanded.

"Ziva this is a Mini. I'm not exactly a small guy."

"Then it is lucky I'm so 'tiny'." She used his earlier words against him. "Look." She pointed to an empty parking lot. "Lucky for us it is Sunday and that school is closed. Do not make me kill you." She warned. It was playful, but she was deadly serious.

Damon rolled his eyes, but pulled the car into the lot, and drove to the farthest corner around at the back of the school. He turned the key and killed the ignition.

"I don't see how this is possible."

"Then we make it possible." She informed him.

Ziva reached over his body and pulled the lever to let his seat slide back as far as it could, which wasn't much. Damon was a big guy. She hit another lever to flip the steering wheel up and out of the way. Then she went for the buckle of his pants. She undid the necessary obstructions and gently guided his jeans down around his knees. She smiled up at him seeing that he was already standing at attention for her.

Ziva leaned across the car, gave him a quick peck on the lips, then dove down to take him into her mouth. The muscles of his stomach flexed as she slid her lips down his shaft. She took as much of him as possible deep into her throat, and sucked up and down his soft skin. His hands reached to pull her dress up over her hips, and then to slide the fabric of her panties down her legs. Damon sighed as his fingers felt how wet she was. He dipped a finger into her. She moaned around his cock driving him crazy, and he plunged his fingers into her spreading her slick moisture to torture her clit.

She didn't last long before she moved her body to straddle him. She lowered herself sharply onto him. She pulled the lever that fully reclined his seat and started to ride him. He helped her move by holding her hips and lifting her on and off of him as she braced her palms on his chest. This wasn't slow and tender. Their movements quickly reached an urgent intensity. Ziva slammed down on Damon hard, grinding her clit into him. He knew exactly what she needed and he held her above him, with a single hand hooked under her ass, while his other hand slipped between her legs to relieve the pressure building inside her. He pressed hard into her just as she liked it, and held her above him and thrust his hips up into her. Ziva's rocked hard into him until she felt her pressure building to the max. She slammed her body down on him, and Damon increased his intensity to an urgent level.

"Wait!" She pushed down on him stopping his thrusts. "Not yet. Just a little longer?" she asked him. Her voice sounded small.

Damon sat up to press against Ziva, locking the seat back in its upright position. He reached around her and switched off the headlights of the Mini. He opened the car door and lifted Ziva off him to place her outside.

Ziva let Damon help her off of him and out of the car. "What are you doing?" she was confused.

Damon swiveled his legs to reach out the car door and started to pull off his shoes and pants, which were currently bunched down below his knees. "I'm going to give you a proper goodbye." His lips curled into a devious smile. He stood up and slammed the car door shut behind him

Damon wrapped a hand around Ziva wrist and pulled her towards him. He kissed her passionately, grabbing under her ass and pulling her so tight up into him that her feet lifted off the ground. He let her slide down his body and spun her around pressing her up against the car door. Damon wrapped himself around her back, enveloping her small form beneath his. Her ground his hips up against her ass into her dress that had fallen back down over her hips. Damon growled into her ear.

"You sure Ziva? Are you sure you want this?" Damon's voice was deeper than she'd ever heard before.

"Yes." She stated boldly.

"I want you so badly right now." He was speaking directly into her ear. He was panting and pressing her hard up against the car. "You just tell me to stop if I'm too rough. Promise you'll do that." Ziva nodded in response. He rewarded her by running his teeth down her neck.

Damon wrapped his arms tight around her and lifted her up off her feet to move a few feet over to the hood of her car. Damon placed her back on the ground then gently pressed his hand into her back urging her to bend forward. Ziva was a bit surprised at the boldness of what he was suggesting. She was even more surprised when she found herself bent completely in half, laying her torso down against the hood of her car. Damon stood behind her, pressing into her ass, and he took a few moments to let his fingers brush back and forth across the skin of her shoulders. Then he stepped back and flipped her skirt up over her back, leaving her bare ass completely exposed. Damon shocked her by slapping her on the ass, hard enough that it would probably leave a handprint, and then growled in approval of what he saw. Ziva clenched between her legs as she grew exponentially wetter, and that familiar throbbing started between her legs. She bit her lip in anticipation. With Damon, she loved to be dominated.

Damon's fingertips lightly traced the skin he'd just slapped. He eased his fingers around her hipbones, which he grabbed lifting her sharply up off her feet for a split second before placing her back down. Damon's hands reached between her thighs to spread her legs apart. Then they moved to Ziva's core, but instead of touching her there he used his palms to cup her folds, pulling her lips wide and exposing the very center of her. He shocked her again when she felt the head of his cock start to slide up and down the area he'd pulled wide. Ziva shivered at his actions, expecting him to thrust into her at any second. But Damon just slid his tip up and down, making her drip for him. He pulled his hips away and knelt between Ziva's legs. She was still bent completely in half over the hood of her car waiting to see what he'd do next. Damon nudged her knees further apart and reached his hands up from below to spread her core wide like he'd done before. He hooked his fingers around each side of her lips and pulled them apart. He simply held her there for a few moments, looking up into the very center of her body that he held wide. Ziva moaned when Damon's tongue gently licked a line from her clit to her ass.

"Ziva you taste so good." Damon's voice was so deep that her throbbing pressure increased.

She cried out when his tongue dove deep inside her. His fingers pulled her lips apart and Damon pressed his tongue as deep as possible into her. He hadn't shaved that morning and Ziva could feel the stubble around his mouth on her sensitive skin. Damon thrust his tongue deep, then growled inside her sending vibrations shooting out from the center of her body. She yelped and pushed herself back to help Damon get deeper inside her. Damon pulled himself out for a quick fix of oxygen, then dove back in. He was so creative. Damon thrust in and out, he circled around deep inside her, and at one point Ziva thought he might even be rolling his tongue. Whatever he was doing was driving Ziva crazy. Her breaths were hitching , her hips were shaking, and all she could do was push back into that amazingly creative tongue. Damon pulled back out gasping for air. His hands moved forward a few inches and he lifted her hips off the ground to hold her above his face. And then he went for her clit with that amazingly creative tongue: flicking her, sucking on her, rolling around, running it gently against his teeth, and exploring deep into that little ball of fire. He sucked her bud into his mouth and worked the tip of his tongue inside that bundle of nerves. Or at least that's what it felt like to Ziva. She was putty in his hands. Well actually, in his mouth, as he worked her relentlessly. Ziva was making guttural noises that she didn't recognize as he held her hips off the ground and had his way with her. When Damon finally removed his mouth and lowered her hips back down, Ziva's legs felt weak. Then Damon slid a single finger across the area he'd just worked. Ziva cried out and jolted. Whatever he'd just done with his mouth had increased her sensitivity exponentially to the point where a single touch almost brought her over the edge. Damon placed a few kisses up the back of her legs and ass as he made his way to stand upright.

Ziva's legs were shaking as her torso laid flat against the hood of her car. She didn't think her legs could support her if she tried to stand up. Damon held Ziva's hips as he slowly fed himself into her. The sensation was earth shattering for Ziva. She was so sensitive that she thought she might burst into flames. Damon fed his full length into her, then just held himself there while she shook around him. Damon leaned into her, pressing his cock deep inside, using the car to brace her body. Ziva couldn't process the sensations, but there was no way she'd ask him for a short break. She was too afraid that he'd translate that as her asking him to stop, and she wouldn't risk that. But Damon just held himself still, buried inside her, stretching her and letting her get used to all the sensations. He ran his hands over her dress, up and down her back and her sides, and then unzipped her dress to have some access to run his fingers over her bare skin.

Damon leaned forward pressing his chest against her back. He placed a few light kisses to her neck. "Are you ready?" he asked. Ziva took a deep breath and nodded.

Damon pulled Ziva with him as he stood back upright. He braced Ziva against the car as he slid the straps of her dress and bra down and free of her arms. Damon pulled both down around her waist to he could touch her breasts. He wrapped his arms around her body and started moving inside of her. Ziva's vision blurred. He held Ziva to him, with one hand wrapped around her hipbone and the other teasing her nipple. He moved slowly at first, in and out of her.

Ziva immediately started to shake when Damon pulled her to stand upright with him. That position moved his cock directly to her sweet spot. She leaned her head back into Damon and called out his name. This sensation was even more intense than the other day. Whatever he'd done with his mouth had made her unbelievably sensitive. She was already standing on the edge of a cliff, and he was barely moving.

Then Damon clamped down hard on her hipbone and picked her up off her feet. He moved her to press against the car door. He leaned into her, pinning her to the car up off her feet. He had her lifted high enough for his mouth to reach her neck.

"Ziva are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes." She nodded vigorously, between hitched breaths.

Then Damon latched his lips onto her neck and started to thrust in and out of her. Black spots dotted Ziva's vision, and her entire world narrowed to the sensation between her legs. He held her up as he thrust into her, and circled and worked his cock over that spot that drove her insane. Ziva screamed as she started unraveling in his arms. She dove off the edge of the cliff, and fell head over heels into bliss. And this time Ziva let herself go completely. Damon held her safely in his arms as he continued to move. It felt like a firecracker just shot up into her as her orgasm took over her body. And Damon kept going. He kept moving inside of her as her body shook and spasmed around him, and she continued to scream his name. She yelled again as another wave washed over her, and she let herself fall headfirst into the pleasure. She didn't fight it at all this time, and the sensation was amazing. She'd never been this high in her life, and Damon continued to move and spin her world ever faster. Wracking pulses shot through her body as Damon moved again, then finally let her ride out her orgasm. She was aware that her body was moving. It was jolting, contracting, twitching, and trembling, but she wasn't in control of any of it.

Ziva rode out the pleasure in Damon's arms, completely unaware of the world around her. Right now her entire world was the two of them together. Damon held Ziva until her body stopped the most violent convulsions, and her cries died out. He placed delicate kisses on her neck. Ziva was in complete bliss and barely aware of Damon moving her back to the hood of the car.

But Damon wasn't close to being done with her. He pressed his chest into Ziva, bending her over the hood of the car. He hinged with her. He swapped the positions of his hands, and Ziva only became aware again when he started to work her other nipple and kiss her neck. Ziva moaned, barely down from her last orgasm. Damon's fingers found her clit and Ziva yelled out his name. She was so open and sensitive from the work his tongue had done. Then Damon pressed his fingers into her little bud as he moved his cock over that spot inside of her. Ziva's world ripped apart as she was hit with another earth shattering orgasm. She screamed as she let herself completely fall into the pleasure that washed over her body. She had no control, and she let herself keep falling. All she felt was the overwhelming high and the sensations of bliss washing over her body. Her ears were ringing when she finally started to come down off that ride.

Ziva had no idea how much time had passed. Her hearing returned first and she heard herself chanting Damon's name as praise. Then her bearings began to return. She felt where Damon's hands held her, and the world straightened out. She could feel his lips against her neck. Then Ziva slowly opened her eyes. She was purring, completely content and still wrapped in Damon's warm arms. Damon gently withdrew his solid shaft from body. Ziva's legs felt like jelly. She let Damon turn her over to face him. He lifted her to sit on the car's hood.

"You still okay?" He asked with a smile.

Ziva nodded with a smile of wacked out bliss spread across her face.

"Can you take some more?" he challenged her.

His challenge sent adrenaline coursing through her veins and she smiled back to him. Ziva spread her legs inviting him in. Damon pressed his body up against her, and leaned in for a kiss. His lips met hers softly, barely a whisper. One of his hands cradled the side of her face. He was so gentle, and somehow this felt like their very first kiss all over again.

Damon pulled back and held Ziva's head gently cupped in his hand. They stood for a few moments simply staring into each other's eyes, completely motionless. Ziva reached forward and took Damon's shaft in her hand. Her other arm looped around his back and pulled him towards her. She placed him at her opening, then pulled him slowly into her until he was buried inside. Ziva placed a hand on each of Damon's hips and he let her guide him in and out. Damon held Ziva's head cupped in his hands while she guided his hips.

Ziva leaned her head into one of Damon's hands. "I am not going to lie and pretend that I will not miss this." She pulled Damon's hips forward and took his length inside her. Damon pressed in deep and circled his hips. Ziva let out a long purring moan and dropped her head heavier into Damon's hand.

Damon looked at the face of his perfect woman. And yes, Ziva was his perfect woman, only she wasn't his. Damon lived by a code of honor, and every action in his life had been guided by this code. He'd always done what he believed was right. The law had not always agreed with his decisions. Damon believed that he was meant to be a Marine, and did what he needed to do to make that happen. He took the steroids and he became a great Marine. Yes, that all came crashing down on him, but if he could do it all over again he wouldn't change a thing. Damon had no regrets in his life. He'd seen horrible things, done horrible things, and was haunted by his past. But every step of his life had been guided by what he believed to be right, and he fully accepted whatever punishment or accolades came along with that.

This weekend with Ziva was more than he ever expected. She was amazing, and he would give his life for her in a heartbeat. But Damon couldn't live with himself if Ziva gave up her life for him. And that's what she'd be doing if he stayed. Damon didn't deserve her yet. He couldn't give her the life she deserved. Damon and Ziva were so similar, yet Ziva was so far ahead of him. She'd earned her happy ending. He still had battles to fight and miles to cover before he could ride off happily into the sunset. But Ziva was ready, and Tony could give her that happy ending.

Damon could have seen his time with her as a curse, a look at the perfect woman that he'd never have. But he didn't see it that way. It was a gift. He'd always have the memories of his time with her. He'd carry them with him as reminders of what he was fighting for. He'd fight every day for the rest of his life just to make the world around her a better place for her to live. He'd do anything for Ziva, and a world that contained something as perfect as her was a world worth fighting for. All he knew was that he had to leave, for both of them. All he wanted was for Ziva to be happy, and he believed that Tony was the man who could give that to her. If Tony gave her the life she deserved, he'd stand by her and be the best friend she ever had. Maybe, if he worked hard enough, someday he'd deserve her.

Damon pushed these thought out of his head and concentrated on living in the moment. He wanted to enjoy this bit of heaven while he could. He snapped back to the here and now, and moaned at the perfect feeling of being inside of her. Nothing could ever compare to this unbelievable pleasure. She was warm, and he knew she wanted him because she was still slick with moisture. He wanted to watch her come once more for him. It was unearthly to watch her orgasm from pleasure that he'd given her. How did he get this lucky? The perfect feeling washed over him and drove him close to his release. He wanted to watch her one last time, and to join her. He wanted to feel her pulsing around him as he released into her.

"Ziva, what do you need?" he asked.

"Just this." She replied as she continued to guide Damon's hips slowly in and out of her. She smiled warmly at him.

Damon pulled Ziva's head in for a slow gentle kiss. He kissed her delicately on the lips, then once on each cheek, then gingerly on her forehead, and then returned to meet her mouth for another slow passionate kiss. It was so easy to kiss her. They fit together like two broken pieces that when held together appeared whole. He felt her lips against his, the tips of their tongues met in the center for a slow dance, and he brushed his fingertips across her cheeks. Damon took his lips away and placed his forehead against hers.

Ziva sighed in pleasure and relaxed completely into the moment. She guided Damon's hips towards her, and he fed himself in. But this time, Damon slid right past the deepest point he'd been able to penetrate, and pushed further into her. They both pulled their heads back and looked at each other in shock. Damon was an inch deeper inside than he'd ever been before. Had something shifted inside of her? Or simply relaxed to open more of her to him? Damon was large, and he'd never been able to get his full length into her. He could only go so far before he hit the back of her.

"Ziva are you okay?" Damon asked her, concerned.

Ziva dug her hails into Damon's ass, and when he tried to pull himself back her nails gripped into his skin harder.

"Stop." Ziva said in a sharp high voice. She held him clamped to her. She rocked Damon's hips, thrust all the way in to the extra area he'd been granted access. Ziva's breath started to hitch, and each inhale came as a gasp.

"Ziva?" Damon demanded. Worry was about to turn into panic.

She raised her head to meet his concerned gaze. Ziva's face was frozen in a look of shock; her eyes were opened wide, her mouth spread into a wide "O", and her breath was coming in hitching gasps. Damon noticed a flush of color creeping into her cheeks, and crawling down her neck. And then he saw the glint in her eye.

Damon smiled at Ziva. He could see it true as day now, she had that look in her eyes. He asked her deviously, "Ziva, are you…?"

"I am coming!" Ziva yelled, between short gasping breaths. Damon tried to ease off his movement inside her. She dug her nails deeper into his skin. "Do not stop. Do not stop! Oh god Damon!"

"What is this?" Damon asked curiously. He felt a flood of moisture inside Ziva, but it didn't feel like her normal orgasms. He could see her stomach contracting, and it almost looked like waves were moving through Ziva's body from her core out to her fingers and toes. But this wasn't the usual blast, it kept going on and on.

"I have no idea. I have never felt this before. Keep moving please." Ziva's eyes begged him, and she spoke between gasping and hitching breaths. "Damon, this is not ending. It keeps going." Her eyes squeezed shut and she pulled him harder into her. "Oh god, this feels so good!"

Damon was mesmerized. She was still coming. He watched her perfect face from inches away as endless waves of pleasure washed over her. Ziva opened her eyes and locked her stare with his. Her face split into a huge smile and she laughed in joy. Damon laughed back with her, and met her smile with a wider one of his own.

"Ziva, I love to watch you." Damon confessed. His smile was so large that it was pulling his face wide.

"I love what you are doing to me!" Ziva wrinkled her nose and bit her bottom lip as euphoria kept slamming into her.

Damon wanted to do more. He moved his hands down to Ziva's breasts. He was letting her guide his hips as she liked, which had his cock impossibly deep inside her in a shallow rocking motion. Ziva looked giddy. He started to play with her nipples and she urged him on with excitement.

"Yes, yes. Just like that." She praised him. Ziva was in heaven. Whatever this feeling was, it just kept on giving. Waves of euphoria pulsed out from her core, and now Damon was making her moan by teasing her nipples.

Damon was in heaven. He was watching Ziva smile, locked in a state of bliss, which he'd given her. The look on her face was of pure pleasure. She looked so happy. He needed to be closer. He leaned in and attached his lips to her neck. He kissed, nipped, licked and sucked the skin from her ear to her shoulder, then did the same on the other side of her head. And the noises and words coming out of her mouth made this even more perfect. She was chanting praise to him. She called out his name, thanked him over and over, and described her sensations of bliss. He was having a difficult time holding back his release. She'd probably been having an orgasm for five minutes now.

Ziva pulled Damon deep inside her and held him still by wrapping her legs around his waist. Then she used her hands to hold his face in front of hers. "Damon, please put me on top." She asked him urgently.

He picked her up, still attached to him with her legs securely around his waist, and made his way to the lowest point of the car's hood. Damon gently sat down and leaned back underneath her. Ziva used her knees to pull herself up and off Damon to hover above him.

"All the way up." She instructed him to move his body further up the hood so he could lay his entire body comfortably. As soon as she was satisfied Ziva lowered herself back down onto him. She leaned forward and spoke into Damon's ear. "Now it is your turn. Let yourself go. This is for you now." She let her words linger seductively.

Ziva started to ride up and down Damon's length. She was so wet and slick, and so warm. She felt tighter. Maybe her last orgasm had caused her walls to swell? She felt incredible, even better than before. She was wetter, warmer, and tighter. "Oh god Ziva." Damon heard himself say as his breathing sped up and he started to pant. She felt so good, so perfect. Damon lay back on the hood and watched Ziva start to really ride him. He wondered if there could possibly be a more beautiful sight than her riding him with abandon, a giant smile on her face, flushed cheeks, and her eyes locked with his.

"You are so beautiful," he couldn't help himself from saying as the pressure building inside him reached the point of no return.

Ziva gave him a coy smile. "Damon, I want you to come hard for me. Let yourself go. I want everything." A sly smile spread across her face.

Ziva kept her smile trained on him and started moving at a relentless pace. She lifted her hips and slammed down on him, with her perfect sheath holding him tight. Damon roared as he grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto him. Ziva took over from there. She slipped him all the way inside her to that special depth, and as he started to come Ziva reached around and took his balls in her hand, and gently squeezed them. Damon yelled out as his release came so hard it felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach. The muscles in his neck popped, his veins stood out, his entire body went rigid, and he thrust up into her pumping everything he had with a force that took his breath away. That first sensation of spraying into her was the most intense feeling he'd ever experienced, and it was one of pure bliss. And he watched her as that first stream came out of him and hit her deep inside. She smiled and moaned as the power of it brought her back up for one final orgasm. And she squeezed his balls a few more times. Damon pumped endless waves into her. He was coming out of his own skin as wave after wave shot into her as Ziva contracted and milked more and more. Neither knew how long this lasted, because for the two of them, in that moment, time stopped.

Ziva collapsed forward onto Damon's chest as his exhausted, completely spent cock, finally went limp and slipped out of her. They took a few lifeless seconds of stillness, before both began sucking for oxygen to make up for their missed breaths. Ziva rolled off Damon, and tucked herself in next to him, lying on her back. They both lay there, side by side, looking up at the stars, slowly coming back down to earth.

Ziva broke the silence. "Wow." She let out a laugh. "I think we should just lie here for a bit."

"That works for me. Though for the next few minutes I think that decision is out of my hands." He laughed, still breathing heavy. His body was completely limp in post-coital bliss. Right now, he felt whole. He was happy. He wanted to memorize every detail of this moment. If this was the best it ever got for him, he was fine with that. Because this was perfect.

"Do you know what I think?" Ziva asked as a rhetorical question. "I think we both needed this past weekend. I know I did." She stated bluntly.

"You and me both." He said emphatically, as he laughed lightly in absolute happiness. And they stayed there for quite a while, lying next to each other and watching the stars, until it was time to go.

They arrived back at Ziva's apartment late that evening. Ziva wasn't sure how Damon would act. He said it was over when they returned to D.C., and she worried it might suddenly be uncomfortable between them.

"Tonight," she asked shyly, "will you still snuggle with me?"

"I will always snuggle with you Ziva." He smiled warmly at her, and pulled her in for a hug.

Ziva woke up the next morning spooning in the warmth of Damon's embrace. Why did he have to leave? She stroked his arm and thought about what he'd said about Tony. When it came to him her thoughts were a mess. He held a place so deep in her heart, a place she guarded so intensely, that even she couldn't see inside. How did she feel about Tony DiNozzo?

"You love him. Just accept it." Damon's voice shocked Ziva. She thought he was still asleep. And how had he just read her mind?

Ziva spun around to face Damon in bed.

"Let us just say," she started, "that you are correct, and that I do have some sort of…feelings…for Tony. Nothing is going to happen between us right now. You could…"

"I won't let that reason be me, Ziva." He cut her off before she could ask him to stay. "This thing we have, it's friendship. That's what we both need from each other. I would love to be able to give you the life you want, but I can't. We don't want the same things. Can you honestly look at me, and tell me to my face, that you think we could have a future together?"

She wanted so badly to say yes. They'd had so much fun. But now, looking him in the eye, she knew the truth. "We are too similar," she smiled sadly. He was right, and she knew it. Damon wasn't the one for her. He had battles left to fight. She would always love him, but she wasn't in love with him. And Damon was a nomad, not even close to being ready to settle down. She wanted a future that she'd never anticipated even a few years before. She was ready.

Damon hugged Ziva tight against his body. "You are going to have the life you deserve. I know you want it all: a husband, kids, and the white picket fence. I wish I could be the one to give that to you. But we both know it's not me. And it's not only because we're too similar. We both fight the same demons. I still have a lot of fighting left to do."

"But as a friend, will you still be there? I do not have many friends."

"Neither do I." Damon said back to her. "I need your friendship, and you couldn't get rid of me if you tried. I'll snuggle and spoon you all night long. But we can't go to that other place. It's too tempting. We might be able to force something between us for a bit, but it would never last. You know I'm right. And I need you as a friend." He smiled at her.

Ziva smiled back at him. "You are very wise, Damon Werth."

"I'm selfish," he joked. "I'm making sure that you're always in my life." He grabbed her in a tight hug and rolled onto his back pulling her across his chest.

She pushed herself back so she could look Damon in the eye. "You really believe that Tony is the one for me?" She asked emphatically, and a bit sarcastically.

Damon smiled slyly at her. "You did just say that I was very wise." He winked at her. "Can I make you breakfast before I leave?"

"No, we are going out to eat. Then I will drop you at the airport."

When Damon went for a shower she stuffed her shirt, the one he'd worn that first night with her, into the bottom of his pack. He'd find it when he landed, and she knew it would make him smile.

Ziva and Damon had a quick breakfast before she drove him to the airport. She parked her car so she could walk in with him for a proper farewell.

"Damon, I am really going to miss you." She started to say her goodbyes. "I will worry about you over there."

Damon smiled assured her. "I'm going to be just fine. And you know I'm always here for you Ziva. You call and I'll come running."

Damon grabbed her chin and pulled her face up to he talk directly to her. "All I want is for you to be happy. Your happiness will give me mine. Our pretend day was perfect. But you…" he lightly shook her chin, "your perfect man isn't pretend. He's right here waiting for you, and he will make every day of the rest of your lives like that. If I was that that man, not just 'pretending' to be him for a day, I'd never let you go."

"What if it does not work with him? What do I do then?" She said her fear out loud to Damon. She hadn't even admitted her greatest fear to herself yet.

He wrapped her in a hug. "I know you're scared. But is that enough of a reason not to try? Nothing lasts forever. That's the rule we all live by. That's what makes the good times we do have so precious. Don't waste any more time."

"What about you? Who is that person for you?" she asked up to him.

"I haven't found her yet. I may never find her. Not all of us get that lucky. But if she was right in front of me I guarantee you'd be conniving some plan to force me to realize it." And the simple fact that lying directly to her face made him feel like a better man, was the reason Damon knew he was doing the right thing by leaving her.

"We are so similar." She confessed, burying her face into his shoulder.

He rocked Ziva in his arms. "Sometimes we can't see our true reflections in the mirror. We see our own interpretations of ourselves, and you and I have a lot of shit we carry around. I know when you look at me you wish could force me to see what's so obvious to you."

His words hit her hard. She pulled back to look at Damon in the eye. She punched his arm softly, and began a bit of a rant. "You need to forgive yourself. Stop carrying that guilt. Not half of what you blame yourself for is even close to being your fault. You deserve so much more than believe you do. You are an incredible human being: selfless, caring, courageous, kind, gentle, loyal, beautiful…why can you not see this." Ziva was worked up now, angry that Damon didn't appreciate how special he was.

Damon's laugh snapped her out of her anger. She frowned realizing that she'd just proven his point for him. "Is it my turn now?" he asked, still laughing gently. Ziva pouted, which he took as a yes. "You, Ziva David, also need to forgive yourself. Everyone but you knows how incredible you are. Stop punishing yourself for mistakes made in the past. Stop denying yourself the happiness you don't believe you deserve. Because you deserve your happy ending. You have earned it. Don't be scared to try."

Ziva crushed Damon back in for a hug. "Watch yourself over there. Come back safe, and soon. Anything you need, I am here for you. Promise me Damon." She didn't need to be more specific about what she was asking him for. Damon knew.

"Only of you make the same promise to me." Damon took Ziva's chin back in his hand.

"I promise Damon."

"And I promise you Ziva." He pulled her in and kissed her forehead.

"See you later," Ziva said with a laugh reminding them both of the exchange they'd shared right before starting their weekend together.

Damon smiled, flashing those dimples at her. "See you later." He hugged her tight, kissed her on the cheek, and then turned to leave.

She lingered and watched him walk away. Damon yelled back at her without turning around. "Don't waste time Ziva. And, tell him the earrings were passed down from your mother. I really want come to the wedding." He lifted his right arm and waved behind his back.

Ziva smiled again and laughed out loud. Damon Werth was so much more than anyone expected. She smiled the whole way to her car.

Ziva only arrived at the office a few hours late. It was quiet since they were between cases. Gibbs wasn't even there. Tony was shocked to see her.

"Didn't you call in sick for the next few days?" Tony prodded her.

"I feel better." She smiled at him as she took her seat.

Tony stalked over to her and took a seat on her desk. He studied her face, contorting his own into various expressions of curiosity and suspicion.

"Are those new earrings?" Tony's brow furrowed as he studied and questioned her.

"Yes." Ziva smiled and lifted her finger to touch one of the stones. "Well, they are new to me." She realized how closely Tony watched her. She wouldn't deny that he was a great investigator, but to notice little stud earrings within five minutes of seeing her went beyond that. She smiled thinking about how much attention Tony paid to her.

"Explain." Tony demanded, in that way of his.

"They belonged to my mother." She smiled as the lie rolled off her tongue.

"Why are you just wearing them now? They look beautiful on you." Tony's guard slipped away for a moment and he let himself simply appreciate how beautiful she truly was.

Ziva raised her head and looked Tony in the eye. "I have always been afraid to wear them. They have so much history, and meaning. And I was afraid of losing them."

"What changed?" Tony asked, taken back by her sudden open boldness. Ziva never shared her weaknesses, and he felt honored that she'd chosen to trust him with this personal bit of herself. His chest tightened hopefully with the thought that Ziva had just freely opened up to him.

"I did. I realized that my fear was keeping me from the happiness these earrings bring me. I am not going to let fear stop me anymore." She looked at Tony dead in the eye, wondering if he understood what she was trying to say.

"Those must be some earrings." He joked back at her. His voice was casual, but his eyes betrayed that he knew her words meant more.

"They sure are." Ziva smiled up at him. "They have always been more than worthy of the risk. It just took me some time to realize that." They locked gazes in one of the most intense moments they'd ever shared. Ziva let Tony get closer than he'd ever been before. This moment was theirs, and theirs alone.

"I think this calls for a celebration." Tony said to her, barely above a whisper. His eyes were still glued to hers, and for the first time he felt like she was inviting him in to see the true Ziva. "How about a drink tonight?" he asked her, still studying her intensely for any additional hints she might give him.

"How about a bottle of wine, you choose the movie, and I'll cook." She proposed boldly. "My TV is pathetic, so how about your place?" She looked up at him with a warm smile, but devoid of any of the playfulness she exhibited when teasing him.

"That sounds perfect." Tony narrowed his eyes for a split second, scared that she might be messing with him, but when her smile relaxed wider, he felt a light-headed. What had just happened? What had changed? Right now he didn't care, all he could do was count the minutes until tonight.

The End

That's the end of Ziva's weekend with Damon. Even though I am Tiva through and through, I really love the Damon/Ziva pairing. If you'd like another Damon/Ziva story just put that request in a review and I'd be happy to create their 'happily ever after'. But this story had to end this way. Ziva and Damon have such a strong connection because they are SO similar. They fight the same demons. I have always seen a deeper soul in Damon, and I wanted to write a story showing the amazing person I personally believe he is. But sadly, there is no future for Damon and Ziva, in this story. Ziva wants a life she never dreamed she'd be able to have: husband, kids, a house with a white picket fence, maybe even a dog. Damon is not the person who can give this to her. He is a warrior and a nomad, and at this point in his life he must fight the battles he feels he needs to, at least for now. He cannot change, and Ziva wouldn't ask him to change for her. Remember he is also very young.

Ziva needs a man who will take her by the hand to show her, and give her, the life she never dreamed would be a possibility for her. Ziva doesn't know how to be 'normal'. She needs a man to guide her along the way. She did not expect to survive this long, and certainly never to find happiness. Why I wrote this Damon/Ziva piece was to show how important they could have been to one another. What Damon really needs in his life right now, is a friend. And what he showed Ziva in their 'pretend day', was how amazing her life could be if she let go of her fear and took the chance at happiness. She was able to do that with Damon for a single day because it was only 'pretend', and she was protected against the hurt she fears the most(she always knew Damon couldn't be that man for her). What he did was show her how much she was truly missing by letting fear keep her from taking that chance with Tony.

I believe this is the only way this story could have ended. Shoot me reviews and I'll happily write a 'Damon & Ziva live happily ever after' story. It would take place years later, because Damon needs time to fight his battles and find his way. The plot is already forming in my head, and I'll happily write it. I just need to know people would like to read it. But, in my personal opinion, Tony is the one for Ziva. She may be able to kill a man 18 ways with a paperclip, but she has no idea how to place her trust and happiness in another person. Tony is the only one who can help her grow past her fear and give her the happy ending she deserves. And she deserves it!

And, come on, look who Ziva's been paired with. Not cool. And Damon is a smoking piece of ass, with whom she has a real connection. I had to write this! She had to hit that! I certainly would;) And something about Damon's character makes me believe there's a lot more to him than meets the eye. And that's saying a lot because there's whole lot of amazing that he brings to the table, looks alone. And there's something about Damon & Ziva, and their connection, that makes me believe they could share pieces of themselves that they couldn't share with others. They are so similar. They both need each other as friends, more than anything else at this point in their lives. One of the most important realizations Ziva made during this time was that the demons she wished she could help Damon slay were the same she fights within herself. It was huge for Ziva to realize that the obvious problems she saw Damon needed to overcome were the exact same ones she needed to deal with inside herself.

And Damon needed this time with Ziva just as much. When their weekend started Damon was nothing more than a shell of a person. Ziva did more for him than any other person had done before. She made him feel worthwhile, and he's no longer empty. Ziva's now has a place in Damon's heart, and he finally thinks he's more than simply a soldier, and a physical weapon to be used. He's realized that he wants more than just becoming the perfect soldier, he wants to be human too: individuality, friendships, emotion, forgiveness, love, meaning, compassion, acceptance, empathy, self-awareness, self-knowledge, self-confidence, creativity, social connections, passion. At this point Damon still has battles to fight. Ziva and him couldn't happen now. What would Damon do, become a gym teacher in D.C.? Ziva is just becoming ready, and Damon is years behind her. But there is a story (it's already swimming around my head), years later, when both Damon and Ziva could end up together. I'll write it if I get the requests.