Tony woke up feeling the sun on his face and the warmth of his partner lying next to him. Somehow, as they slept, they had found their way into each other's arms as Ziva's head lay on Tony's chest and he had his arms wrapped around her. It was familiar to the morning they had woken up together in Paris years before Tony thought, and he liked it.
He lay quietly not daring to wake up Ziva, and his thoughts turned to the night before. How he ended up at her apartment and eventually into Ziva's bed. He also recalled the feeling of lips on his own just as he fell asleep but he didn't know if he was dreaming or not and he wouldn't dare to ask. Ziva began to move and Tony opened his eyes to look at her.
'Good morning Ziva,' he said looking down to see her eyes open. She looked straight at him a huge smile spreading across her face.
'Good morning Tony,' she said sitting up and looking around her room feeling Tony not letting go of her. 'You know friends don't share beds Tony, perhaps I should go and give you some privacy?'
'That's never stopped us before,' Tony smirked and in response Ziva's face began to move as if she were about to begin laughing, but she controlled herself from doing so. 'That didn't stop you last night.'
Ziva's face turned serious as she looked away. 'No, it didn't.' Ziva felt Tony stroke the bottom of her back, rubbing his hand between her back dimples and she froze not knowing how to respond.
'I'm glad I came over last night.'
Ziva turned to face her best friend, 'me too.' Tony grinned at her as he pulled her down to lie beside him again, so he could appreciate lying beside Ziva. She lay down facing him and slowly put her hand on his chest, which resulted in Tony putting his arm around her and pulling her in towards him.
Neither of the pair knew what the whole thing meant. They had established they were friends, but their actions spoke of something much more. Maybe it was best to let their actions doing the talking for now thought Tony; they would talk when they were ready.
The pair both closed their eyes and lay in bed for another half an hour soaking up each other's presence and warmth, until Ziva heard Tony's stomach make a noise. 'Are you hungry? I can make you breakfast,' Ziva rested her chin on Tony's chest.
'That would be wonderful, yes please!'
Ziva laughed at Tony's enthusiasm and took his hand pulling him up, 'Come on then.' She led him into her kitchen and left him to sit on a stool while she continued to her fridge. 'What do you want?'
'Whatever you're having.' Tony leaned on the worktop towards Ziva who had taken orange juice out of the fridge and had moved towards him, pulling two glasses out of one of her cupboards along the way.
'Do you like French Toast?'
'Love it!' Tony flashed her one of his signature smiles. Ziva began to make her way about her kitchen preparing breakfast for the two of them. Tony offered to help but she insisted on doing everything except pouring out the orange juice, which Tony took the liberty of doing. He sat and watched her, enjoying the view and became excited when she handed him his plate.
'Wow! This is really good Ziva!' he said with his mouth full.
'Thanks but it's not hard to make,' Ziva blushed slightly; she wasn't used to getting compliments from Tony, but she really liked it.
'Who cares; they're great!' They both began eating silently and once Tony finished his first he decided to try out his luck. 'I was thinking we should do something tonight?'
'Do something?'
'Well I was thinking dinner?' Ziva stopped eating to face her partner replaying what he had just said.
'Dinner?'
'Yes,' Tony replied, 'like me and you, food, maybe some wine? I promise you won't regret it.' He winked at her at Ziva felt her knees weaken.
'I would like that,' she smiled as she began eating again. Once Ziva had finished Tony took all their dishes to her dishwasher, he then made his way back to her bedroom to put on his jeans and collect his jacket.
'You know I've never liked making the walk of shame,' Tony teased.
'You wish DiNozzo,' Ziva smirked eyeing him up and down.
'You know I do.' Ziva froze yet again, why did he have that effect on her? Tony made his way for the door as Ziva followed to see him out. 'I'll pick you up at 7,' Tony stated playing with Ziva's hand.
'See you then,' Ziva replied looking up to him as he kissed her on the cheek, then making his way through the front door before stopping suddenly.
'Oh, don't dress casual. I like to take my dates to places that are classy,' he flashed that grin of his once more before he disappeared down the hall.
Suddenly Ziva's heart started fluttering like crazy. Ziva was his date? They were going on a date?! Ziva leaned back against her closed door thinking about what Tony had just said to her. If he meant what she think he meant then that dinner was going to mean something, and for the first time in her life Ziva David was nervous about going on a date with a man.
