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.

"I am driven by a greater force than I can resist..." -Sebastian Faulks

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

WS

"You're really going to do it here, aren't ya?" he asked, though he knew the answer. He cleared his throat and quickly scanned the vicinity to see if anybody was paying them any attention, but the few people nearby were either reading or sleeping, and definitely not even within immediate earshot.

He held her and tried to get his head around what he was about to witness.

Her hand was moving in slow circles. How was he going to get through this?

"Do you think about me when you do this?"

"Yes," she breathed into his ear, and felt himself physically shaking with wanting her. Again.

His cock was already hard, and getting in the way, but what was he gonna do about it when she was running the show?

"And what do you think about? Ziva." He loved saying her name.

"I think about you just showing up when I am in bed already, and I am naked, and you would not say anything, just go down on me and I have my fingers in your hair, and..." she couldn't continue, had to catch her breath. He felt her body radiating such heat, his throat dry, wondering if it was at all remotely possible he was not going to come in the next three seconds and completely embarrass himself.

"Tony," she whimpered, her hard nipples through the fabric of the wet Lycra killing him, killing him. He felt short of breath, wondering if he was having a heart attack.

"So you wouldn't kill me if I decided to break in one night?"

"You have a key. Use it."

"Is that an invitation?"

"Yessss," she bit his ear and continued breathlessly, "And then I want to fuck you. I want to be on top of you and just fuck you, and I imagine the look on your face when I make you come."

"You're killing me," he whispered in her hair and tried to put his hand where hers was, but she wouldn't let him.

"I need to touch you," he begged, and she brought her head in line to look at him.

"You wanted to watch. So watch."

"Please, let's just go to the room and let me fuck you," he begged her. Maybe he was getting sun stroke, his face felt like it was about to burn off.

"Watch me," she told him again and he could feel her heart beating heavily in her chest...or could he hear his own?

Her breaths came more laboured now, and he could feel the change in her body that made him want to drive into her like a madman. God, what he wouldn't give to finish her off himself. He didn't even care where they were any more, he would have fucked her in broad daylight. Explain that to the boss, he thought, but he didn't give a damn, he wanted to get in her and turn her inside out until he knew all her secrets, had learned all her fantasies until nothing remained but them.

She kissed him deeply, and that did it. "Tony. I am going to come," she announced and pulled herself so close to him, buried her face his shoulders, but he protested.

"Look at me, Ziva. I want you to look at me."

She pressed her forehead against his, and he couldn't see her at all, but it didn't matter. Her body shook violently, and the sexiest thing he'd ever seen was her struggling not to make a noise, then trying to steady her breath. Her nails dug into his shoulder so much he had to stifle a groan.

"Fuck," she whispered and kissed him hard once she had resurfaced on his side of reality.

"Ziva..."

She chuckled. "Was it good for you? Tony?"

"Well, let's just say I'm going to need to cover up or stay in this pool forever."

She laughed lightly, pushed herself up onto the edge and got out.

"Here," she threw him her towel.

He held it in front of himself all the way back to the room.

Her skin was still wet, and water dripped from her hair onto the floor where she stood in the middle of the room. She took off her bikini and threw it in the direction of the bathroom. It fell to the floor with a quiet thud.

"Get naked. Tony." It sounded a million miles away from a question, and he complied, then took her in his arms and kissed her. Her hair felt cool, but the heat of the sun was all over her, still. She shoved him towards the bed and he gladly took the hint.

"Let me do you now. Tony," she smiled wickedly and climbed on top of him. "Or does this still...intimidate you?" she asked him with the sweetest smile on her face, and gently guided his cock inside of her.

"I was not intimidated," he protested briefly, just so he had said it.

"You were intimidated."

Too slowly she started moving, and he was about to crawl out of his skin.

"Please just fuck me, Ziva, damn just...come on."

"Poor Tony. Having to beg for it now."

"I don't beg."

"Then you will learn," she said and continued her ridiculous torture. He had double vision now, and the room started spinning.

She leant down and kissed his mouth, her tongue fighting his until he couldn't stand it any more. She kissed his neck, his chest and lead his hand to touch her breast.

"Ziva, God, come on. Fuck me." He couldn't even recognize his own voice any more. What was happening to him?

"Begging yet? Tony?" she asked again, and he crumbled.

"Please, God, please. Fuck me."

And she did. Hard and hard and hard until he gave it up.

His head started clearing only slowly. She had her head on his chest and he wondered if she was asleep. He shifted to look at her, and she winked at him. She looked so young and gorgeous, his heart skipped a beat or two.

"You're good. Anyone ever tell you that?" he asked her and she laughed and gave him a gently kiss on the cheek.

"You could subscribe to it if you wanted, Tony," she said, a throw away comment that lay between them for longer than intended.

"I am going to have a shower," she quickly said, and he knew she was doing it in an attempt to get the metaphorical elephant out of the room.

"Ziva," he started, but couldn't say it.

She picked the towel off the floor and wrapped it around herself.

When she reached the door to the bathroom she stopped. "Tony." She turned back to him.

"I want you to understand that I...I usually do not give myself to anybody that...shamelessly. And what happened this morning...I was not angry with you. It is not your fault. I am angry with myself, because I can not help the way that I feel. About you." She leant against the door frame, met his eyes briefly, but then looked anywhere but at him. "The thing is, I did not plan this, I did not even want it, but I let it happen."

He nodded, because he knew exactly what she was talking about.

"I can not forget you, mostly because I just can not, but because you are there every day. And at times I do not recognize myself, and I am afraid, because I am not normally like that. Ever, in fact. I have never been like that. Like this."

"Ziva. I know," he said, begging for her to meet his eyes, and when she did he simply added, "And I know because I'm in love with you, too."

Her eyes caught fire and he would forever remember that moment that seemed to stop time for them to rewind and hear it again and comprehend as the moment when she stopped resisting and became his.

When she finally moved, it was only to pull the towel tighter around herself.

She smiled. "Boom," she said quietly, and he listened carefully at the silence that followed, wondering what the hell she was talking about.

"Boom what?"

"That is my point. Boom nothing, Tony. You said it. And the world did not end."

"How about that?" he asked and looked her up and down. She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid his eyes on. And he was in love with her. Boom.