Rating M for language and content

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended; these characters belong to NCIS, I own nothing.

Pairing: Ziva D./ Tony D.

Cast your minds back to a conversation they had in "Shell Shock (Part II)". I totally think I am being clever here, but it's not really relevant.

Thank you all for your interest and input, it means a lot, and most importantly, thank you so much for reading, and enjoy. X

WS

An hour after having received the very painful blow to his face, she still hadn't returned. His eye was throbbing, and the sheets felt cold against it. They smelled of her and of sex, and only very reluctantly did he finally drag himself away and into the bathroom to have a closer look at the damage.

"Ouch," he told his reflection. She had done an awesome job. He looked like he'd been in a bar fight, and he suspected the eye was neither done swelling nor discolouring.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked and shook his head at himself? You had this one coming, DiNozzo, just fucking tell her.

He got dressed and decided to go looking for her; and the ice machine.

It was hot outside, so hot he wasn't surprised to find only a few people sitting by the pool, and in the shade for that matter.

She was the only one in the water, swimming laps like a woman possessed. He wondered if she'd been doing it ever since she walked out.

He took off his shirt and slid into the shallow end, making sure he was in her way.

She stood with her feet on the bottom and looked at him through chlorine-red eyes. She was the sexiest thing ever.

She brushed hair and water off her face and he watched her eyes focus on his injury. The face she pulled, involuntarily, he suspected, suggested she was embarrassed? Sorry? He couldn't place it.

"Got any aspirin in that big suitcase of yours?" he asked. "Or an eye patch? And FYI, Agent David, you are going to take full responsibility for this and tell Gibbs why I look like I've been headbutted by someone twice my size."

He watched the corners of her mouth twitch ever so slightly.

"I can not believe you are laughing."

She bit her lip, then put her hand over her mouth, but she couldn't hide it in her eyes. Tony leapt forward, knocked her off balance and pushed her head under the water. He held her there until he felt she had learned her lesson. She gasped for air and coughed violently. He was contemplating kissing her, but instead pushed her under again. She struggled, and he pulled her back above the surface by her hair. This time she coughed all over him.

"Euw," he complained, then wiped his face.

She coughed again, and he finally took mercy and patted her on the back hard to help. She took a few deep breaths before being shaken by a violent hickup. They looked at each other for a split second before falling apart laughing.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and kept hickupping through what Tony reckoned could have been a rather tender moment.

"You know, Ziv-ah," he whispered in her ear. "I knew you were totally crazy the very first moment I met you."

"Whatever. Tony," she said, being interrupted by yet another hickup. "If I am crazy now, and I understand why you might think this, it is only because I met you. I was quite sane before you."

"You were as crazy then as you are now," he ensured her and kissed his favourite bit just behind her ear. She moved closer into his embrace. Her body felt hot and cold all at the same time in the water, and her skin looked like it was dipped in gold.

"I should not have punched you," she declared and hickupped again, her little body bouncing up and down.

"You know, you're really cute when you've got the hickups," he informed her. "But I can't have a conversation with you, it's too distracting. I could have sworn you were just about to apologize to me then?"

She looked at him, her dark eyes looked like liquid caramel in the early afternoon sun.

"Never apologize," they said simultaneously. She giggled and put her head on his shoulder, tightening her legs around him even more.

"It is not right to punch the man who has just given you the most fantastic orgasm," she mumbled absent-mindedly, but he had heard her and wasn't going to let that one go.

"Most fantastic, Ziv-ah?"

She lifted her head up again and looked him in the eyes. "Did I just say that?"

"I believe you did, but don't worry, I'm not expecting you to tell Gibbs that your...most fantastic orgasm, care of yours truly resulted in me ending up with a black eye," he told her, and it made her laugh so much people started turning around.

Tony couldn't stop shaking his head at her. Where had this woman come from, he wondered and gently, ever so gently he brushed a wet strand of hair out of her face, caressed her cheek. He could see the laughter still in her eyes, and it made his knees weak.

"You know, Ziva, I can't decide right now what I like better, making you laugh or making you come."

She blushed furiously, and he looked at her with such intention, he could have sworn for a moment that she had stopped breathing. He also noticed that her hickups had miraculously disappeared.

"If you had to chose, Ziv-ah, what would you go for?"

"Laughter. Tony. I want someone who makes me laugh," she said after a short moment of hesitation, then put her lips so close to his ear, he got goosebumps all over. "Because FYI, Agent DiNozzo, I can always make myself come."

Tony couldn't help a laugh or a yelp, or whatever the hell it was that escaped his mouth then. "My God, Ziva, you've got no idea how much I would pay to see that."

"Oh really?" she asked and licked her lips. "If I let you watch, Tony...will you forgive me for the black eye?"

"What black eye?" he whispered and felt her right hand travel down, down, between her legs.