Warnings: Spoilers for "Shalom", adult content, not explicit however
A/N: Hope everyone enjoyed their weekends. I come with a new chapter. Please feel free to leave your comments :)
Jenny ran her fingers through her hair and checked her make-up in the compact one more time before clicking it shut. Dressed to the nines for some fundraising dinner, Jenny was about to call down and see if her car was ready when her office door opened.
Tony entered, looking determined. His black polo shirt and faded jeans looked out of place against her fancy emerald dress. "Am I keeping you from a hot date, Jenny?" he asked, with a little teasing glint in his eyes.
"You're only keeping me from a roomful of senators," Jenny answered, honestly. "What are you doing here, Tony? It's late."
"I found Ziva," Tony stated, matter-of-factly. "She's hiding out at Gibbs' house."
Jenny tried to hide the emotions of hearing his name invoked in her, but Tony was a smart agent, he'd see through her. "Let me guess… she called Jethro to help?"
Tony nodded. "After escaping the embassy, she fled to Gibbs' house, called Abby to get his number down in Mexico and then called him. I checked… he was on a red eye last night to D.C. He should be in America by now."
She kept her mask somehow in place. "And he hasn't tried to call or speak to you?"
"Not yet. I think he knows that if he does… my job could be in danger," Tony replied. "I already put it in danger when I went to find Ziva. Do you want me to call the FBI?"
"No. I'll handle it," Jenny said, tightly. "You can go home, Tony. I will see you in the morning."
"Alright, then," Tony said, with a slight nod, "Good night, Jenny."
Jenny watched as he turned and strode out of her office just as confidently as how he had strode in, closing the door softly behind him. She stood there for a moment or two wondering what her next course of action to take was. She knew that she should be calling the FBI that Ziva had turned up, but the young woman was still her friend, had still saved her life once. She owed the Israeli a little favor. But as she gathered up her things to proceed out for the evening, she knew that this would be the only and last favor she granted Ziva David and Mossad.
He didn't go home. He ended up at Leah's apartment.
Leah answered the door wearing a loose, black silk bathrobe over a silk floral nighty and she was rubbing her eyes. "Tony?"
Tony leaned against the doorframe and ran his eyes over her. He really wanted to just slip that robe and nighty off of her… "Sorry. Did I wake you up? I keep forgetting that we did just come back from Europe and you were there a lot longer than I was… adjusting back to the time is hard."
"It's okay. I had just fallen asleep," Leah said, taking his hand and gently pulling him into the apartment. She closed the door behind him. "You look a little troubled."
"Rough first two days back at the office," Tony answered, lacing his fingers through hers. He reached out with his free hand and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I'm better now."
Leah gazed at him, sweetly, sleepily. "You are? How come?"
Tony brought her fingers to his lips and kissed them. "Because I'm with you now and you always make me feel better." Slowly, he dipped his head towards hers and kissed her. His hands gently let go of hers and untied her robe. He pushed it off her shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor around her feet. Breaking the kiss he leaned down and scooped her up off the floor, carrying her to her bedroom.
He laid her down gently on the bed and kneeled over her while he pulled his shirt off. She grinned, devilishly while she hooked his belt loops on his jeans and pulled him towards her again, hungrily kissing him. Tony slipped his hand underneath her nighty and brushed her warm skin, tickling her tummy.
She giggled and squirmed underneath him. He loved it when she laughed in the heat of the moment, when he got her to laugh in the heat of the moment...her playful side would come out. He tickled her again just to hear that breathy laugh.
It was still a mystery to him why this woman made his heart flutter, made him want to better himself for her and all while he was making love to her. Tony kissed her behind her ear while slipping her nightly off over her head and throwing it to the floor. Her fingers raked their way down his chest and he shivered as a jolt of electricity shot through his body. She slowly undid the button on his jeans and pushed them—with his boxers—down to his ankles.
Tony pulled back, catching his breath, heart beating wildly against his chest. His eyes settled on her face and he pushed the stray pieces of hair out of her blue eyes. He realized then and there that he wasn't falling in love with her—he already was in love with her.
Leah gave him a soft smile. "Tony? Is something wrong?"
"Nothing… everything is perfect," Tony whispered, kissing her tenderly.
"Why such the serious look?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair.
"Just… thinking about… how lucky I got finding you in Paris," Tony answered, truthfully.
"Do you think you could stop thinking about things and show me how lucky you are?" Leah inquired, a teasing glint in her eyes.
Tony chuckled, kicked his jeans off, and leaned down to capture her lips into a passionate embrace. Her kiss ignited a fire inside of him and he forgot all his worries, all his stress—he forgot everything except the reason he had come here. He needed an escape, even if that was just going to be a movie and falling asleep on her couch but he wasn't going to complain if she was willing to offer that escape in a more passionate form. He found that after four months of being together their passion, their sexual attraction to one another had not dimmed. In fact, it had gotten stronger.
He didn't just crave sex... he craved it with her and when that craving was met, he always made it point to show her just how much he wanted her, needed her.
Leah had never been with a man that devoted so much attention to her while lovemaking. When they first had sex she was sure that the passion, the desire would just fizzle because they believed that they were in the midst of a fling… but the more time they spent together and not just when they were having sex… it became clear that whatever was happening between them was more than sexually based—they connected much more deeply than that. She had been completely swept away by the intense emotions he invoked inside of her and she rather enjoyed it.
Not that either of them didn't enjoy the primal side of the relationship, but their emotional connection to one another made their physical connection all the more intense. He had a way of satisfying her like no other man before… and she always left him satiated but craving to touch her again and again…
Gasping for breath Tony collapsed next to her in shear bliss, pulling her into his arms and nuzzling her neck. "I've gotta wake you up more often."
Sighing, Leah meshed her fingers with his and looked at their joined hands while she caught her breath. "Yes, I completely agree."
"You've certainly made this terrible day one hundred percent better," Tony quipped, kissing her temple. He reached out and pulled the blankets over them.
"Just one hundred percent? Because… I don't know about you… but I thought I was pretty damn good," Leah teased, snuggling close to him.
Tony chuckled and smoothed her sweat-dampened hair back, away from her eyes. "You are always pretty damn good," he said, kissing her.
Leah smiled, sleepily. "You were pretty good too," she whispered as she started to drift off to sleep, "so don't take this the wrong way, but I'm going back to sleep now."
He laughed, silently and watched as she fell asleep in his arms. Tony gazed at her for a few minutes, listening to the sound of her breathing deeply, evenly while she slept. With a soft kiss on her forehead he leaned over and shut the light off, wrapping her back into his arms and falling asleep holding her tightly.
His horrendous cell phone ringing woke him up—late—the next morning. Tony fumbled about in the bed, almost falling out of it onto the floor because he was tangled up in the sheets, and found his jeans. He tore his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. "Yeah, go ahead McGee."
McGee sounded flustered on the other line. "Where the hell are you? Director Shepard is upstairs right now trying to convince Sacks that you didn't go rogue to help Ziva."
Tony rubbed the sleep from his eyes and then looked around the sunny bedroom for Leah. "I didn't go rogue. I just… I didn't stay at my place last night… and I overslept, alright? Let me grab a quick shower and a coffee and I'll be in. Tell Jenny to calm down."
"Ah, Tony, I'm not done yet," McGee warned him. "Gibbs is back. He called me looking for you. Says you didn't answer your phone last night."
"I know," Tony replied, calmly. "I didn't want to talk to him."
"What? Are you insane? Do you have some kind of death wish?"
"Gibbs isn't my boss anymore, Probie. I don't have to answer his calls."
McGee clicked his tongue. "You're playing with fire."
Tony knew that he was and he didn't care. He could handle himself. "Longer you keep me on the phone, the later I'm going to be, McGee." He smiled when he heard the distinct click of being hung up on. Sighing and stretching Tony got out of the bed, found his spare clothes and went to take a shower.
When he emerged Leah had coffee waiting for him in a travel mug. "Heard you were late," she said, pushing it towards him with a toasted English Muffin wrapped in a napkin. "Hope that it's not because of me."
"Don't worry about it," Tony told her, taking his breakfast and coffee and kissing her. "You were worth every second of agony I'm going to endure at work."
Tony and Gibbs confrontation is coming next chapter... things might get a little heated ;)
