This is how I would imagine a loving tiva relationship. They tease each other all the time, they have amazing sex and they love to laugh and have fun. Anyway...
Ziva stared at the blinking cursor on her computer screen, her fingertips eager to type, but she was drawing a blank, "Think, Ziva. Think." She urged herself, "What would Tony want?" She closed her eyes and thought hard until a devilish grin appeared on her face, "Other than that." She remarked, opening her eyes.
"What do men want for Valentine's Day?" She typed into the search box and pressed the enter key. She clicked on a link, "Sex." She read, "Yeah, yeah, yeah...me, too, me, too." She clicked back a page and clicked on another link, "Great, more sex...oh, here's one: a blowjob and a turkey sandwich." She laughed, "He would actually LOVE that, but..." She sighed.
"Just you." A voice called out from behind her, "That's all I need, Ziva."
Ziva looked back over her shoulder, seeing Tony holding a large brown bag. She smiled, "Is that my Chinese?"
"Yeah, just ignore my awesomeness, it doesn't hurt...much."
"Awww." Ziva stood up and moved over to the cubicle wall, "You know I love you."
"Now you're just trying to get into my pants."
"No." Ziva laughed, "I'm trying to get into that bag. I'm hungry!" She held out her hands and puckered her lips, trying to entice him with a kiss, "Come on...you know you want to." He kissed her softly on the lips and she smiled, "Good, yes?"
"Hmmph" Tony shrugged his shoulders, "I've had better."
Ziva rolled her eyes, letting out a small chuckle. She took the bag and watched as he moved over to his desk, "Where are you going?" She asked, placing the bag down on her desk, "You are not eating?"
"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute, but I have to do something first." Tony said, picking up a piece of paper and started to write on it.
"What are you writing?" Ziva asked.
"Oh, it's just a shopping list, we need to pick up some turkey and bread on our way home." Tony replied with a grin.
"Really? The mall, Ziva?" Tony reacted to Ziva pulling into the large parking lot, "I mean, sure they have a Subway in there and technically, a sub is a sandwich."
Ziva laughed, "Stop it." She parked the car and got out, "Come on."
Tony followed her out of the car, "Where are we going?"
"You will see." Ziva grinned, grabbing Tony's hand and pulling him towards the entrance.
They walked inside and turned a corner. Tony's eyes squinted as he saw a "Baby Gap" sign, "Uhhh, Ziva...are you trying to tell me...something?"
"What?" Ziva said, looking back at Tony, "No, over here." She tugged at him to turn around.
Tony turned and grinned, "Awww, Victoria's Secret...or as I'll call it from now on, pre-Baby Gap."
Ziva laughed, "Come on, lets go find you a Valentine's Day gift." She smiled, leading him into the store.
"And don't worry, Ziva, I'll be sure to act totally surprised tomorrow." He smirked.
"Tony." Ziva whispered, rubbing at his chest.
Tony softly groaned, arching his back everso slightly, "Yeah?" He uttered, still half a sleep.
Ziva shook Tony's chest again and turned on a light. He covered his eyes with his hands, turning away from the light, "I'm up, I'm up." He sat up in bed, trying to focus his eyes, "What's wrong?"
"It's 12:08." Ziva replied, standing next to the bed, "Here."
"Huh?" Tony rotated his head, seeing Ziva holding something, "What is it?"
"It's a turkey sandwich." She smiled, "Happy Valentine's Day!" She joyfully exclaimed.
Tony rubbed at his face, "Wait, wait, wait...it took you eight minutes to make a sandwich?" He quipped, "Or did you blow me and I missed it?"
Ziva chuckled and handed him the sandwich. She tossed back the covers and climbed into bed between his legs, lowering her head into his lap.
"Heh. Well, that answers that." He stated, taking a huge bite of the sandwich, "What, no chips?" He grinned, "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! I'm kidding! I was kidding!" He cried out in pain.
Ziva giggled evilly.
AN - "You look like a giant Nutty Bar to me right now, baby." My wife said that to me yesterday and I have to tell ya, it scared me a little.