Ziva had been ignoring the loud banging on the door for several seconds. She didn't know how to face Tony right now, after leaving without explanation from the bar a few short hours ago. She wasn't even angry anymore. She just felt defeated. How could she be so naïve?

Tony may love her, but that didn't make them compatible. They had never made sense, and it was too difficult to keep trying. On the other hand, a bubbly blonde college student in her twenties made sense for Tony. Ziva was too complicated, too difficult, and too damaged for him.

Unfortunately, even though she could rationalize the entire situation and call it a night, she knew that he wasn't leaving peacefully no matter how long she tried to ignore him. She decided that she needed to let him in before her neighbors called the police.

"Ziva, answer your goddamn door." He demanded, in a deep intimidating voice that was completely unlike him.

She cracked the door for him as soon as the words had left his mouth and then hastily scurried into the kitchen with her back turned to him. He followed her, waiting for her to turn around and face him. He was fuming, and she was equally upset. Ziva knew that she would have to face him eventually, as he wasn't leaving until they had words.

She busied herself by pouring a glass of water for both of them, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Finally, she turned around, and her stone-cold glare met his reddened face and furrowed eyebrows.

Ziva was unsure if she had ever seen him look at any other person like that before. Truly, at that moment he was terrifying. She knew that he had been drinking again, and it was her fault that he had fallen off the wagon. The piercing silence ensued as she studied his rigid features, and he looked mutely back at her.

"What the hell was that, Ziva? Don't ever leave me again like that."

Ziva calmly tried to reason with him, "You're drunk, Tony. Just go to sleep and we'll talk about it in the morning."

"You're fucking right I've been drinking. My girlfriend runs off on me at a bar with no explanation. I have every fucking right to drink."

"You were chatting in up with Miss. College Prep. I thought I'd get out of your way before you missed out on your chance to meet your future wife."

"NO," he screamed, as he slammed his hand down on the table. "Stop acting so insecure. I deal with men hitting on you constantly, almost every day at work. What do I have to do to prove that you're the only one that I want?"

An inappropriate surge of excitement coursed through her body when his hand met the table. Tony was acting strong and dominating. She'd never seen him take control like this before. It reminded her of her father and in some ways of Michael.

!STOP READING HERE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ MATURE RATED CONTENT: IT'S NOT THAT IMPORTANT TO THE PLOT. I JUST WANTED TO GET THIS SCENE OUT OF MY HEAD AND ONTO PAPER. I'M NOT CHANGING THE RATING BECAUSE IT'S ONLY A SMALL PART OF THIS STORY. BASICALLY, THEY JUST HAVE ANGRY SEX AND MAKE UP. AGAIN, IT'S NOT THAT IMPORTANT TO THE PLOT IF YOU WANT TO JUST PICK UP ON THE NEXT CHAPTER.!

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Tony had seen enough of her acting like an insecure teenager, if she needed him to act possessive to feel confident then he could do it. If she was feeling apprehensive about his feelings towards her he was going to physically show her that she was what he wanted.

"Come here," he demanded of her, and she obliged his request without hesitation.

When she got close enough, he grabbed her and kissed her hard, pulling her hair viciously. For once he was in control, and she deserved it rough. He was going to fuck her like he had before she went to Somalia, and he didn't care if it hurt. Still clutching onto her hair, he paused suddenly, and drew away from her mouth slightly, forcing her to make eye contact with him.

"You're mine," he said, softly, then quickly flipped Ziva around, shoving her down onto the kitchen table on her stomach.

He reached around to unbutton her jeans and then pulled them and her underwear down to her ankles in one swift movement, leaving her taunt ass exposed in front of him. He slowly took off his pants and boxers, as she lay there motionless, eagerly waiting for what would come next.

"You are mine," he reiterated before aggressively shoving himself into her, and finding her surprisingly wet, considering he had made no effort to get her there. He held onto her shoulders, as he thrust into her once again, and again.

He stopped abruptly, as a new idea came to him, something that he had never tried before. Tony reached for her black tank top that she was still wearing and swiftly pulled it over her head, leaving her completely naked underneath him. He rubbed his hand strongly up her spine until he got to the nape of her neck, and leaning over her perfect form, he bit down on her shoulder drawing a tiny amount of blood. He had never intentionally left a mark on her body before now, but it seemed like the perfect thing to do in this situation.

"You are mine."

He thrust inside her again, this time leaning over her body so that he could look at her. He could feel her muscles tense beneath him, making it an incredibly tight fit for him. He probably could have come already if he wasn't trying to take his time with her, making sure she felt every second of it, and knew that he was in charge. She opened her eyes to meet his when he grabbed a fist of her curls, before thrusting deeply inside of her again.

"You are mine."

He withdrew from her leisurely, taking his time, licking and sucking his way down her spine, purposefully moving his mouth lower. When he finally reached his desired destination, he bit her hard once again below the ribcage, and Ziva gasped at the sensation of pain and pleasure that overtook her.

"You are mine."

He started thrusting into her viciously now, gaining a rhythm. It felt good to be in the position of power, having complete control over her, when it had been taboo for so long. He was surprised when he felt her muscles contract around him, signifying her release. He actually felt a surge of anger towards her, since she was not really supposed to be enjoying this. Eventually Tony also found release, as he exploded inside of her, he fell down on top of her body, resting all of his weight on her.

He remained there for a moment, physically and emotionally exhausted, unwilling to move. It took more of him to finish that than he expected. Ziva hadn't moved either, she was lying completely still, with her eyes squeezed tightly together, breathing shallowly, waiting to find out what would come next.

Tony's heart was beating rapidly as he surveyed his work. Blood and semen were covering her thighs, and his own body. He didn't know what to do next and decided to place a small kiss on the side of her neck, while he was in the area. Ziva let out a small gasp at the touch and opened her eyes.

Tony began to feel a smidgeon of remorse over what had just happened, but not enough to warrant an actual apology. It was completely fucked up what he had just done, and he knew it, but he also knew that she could have stopped him if she had wanted to. Instead, she lay there and climaxed. She let him ram himself into her. If she had just said stop, he would have. If she wanted to she could have broken every bone in his body, instead of just lying there and taking it, but she didn't. Still, he thought, he was supposed to be there to protect her not to violate her further.

She still hadn't moved or done anything except open her eyes. He finally stood up and got off of her body. He seriously considered leaving, but he couldn't leave her like this.

Instead, he chose to leave the kitchen and go to the bathroom to try to clean himself up. He hoped that she would do something, anything, if he left her alone for a bit. As he cleaned himself up, he turned on the water and ran a bath for her. He at least wanted to clean her up before he left.