Ziva reached up and laced her hands together at the base of Tony's neck as she pulled his lips back down to meet hers in a passionate kiss. Surprised by the sudden contact it took Tony a minute before he brought his own hands up to cup her face, deepening the kiss. Ziva walked backwards until she was pressed against the wall, and wrapped her arms around Tony's neck again, needing to be as close to him as possible. Finally, completely out of breath Tony pulled away and began to kiss down Ziva's neck. She let out a soft moan, her heart racing and her breaths short and ragged. As he moved, so his thigh was between her legs she let out another soft moan: "Tony…"

Tony felt his whole body tense. He had imagined her saying his name like that for as long as he could remember. It was spoken in a raw, hoarse voice full of nothing but lust. He couldn't help but smile as he laid another kiss on her rapidly beating pulse point. " Ziva?..." he responded in a very similar tone. There was a gasp as he brought his leg up higher, and he broke into a grin as he looked up and saw the look on her face. Ziva leaned up and kissed him again, her tongue barely hit his lips before their tongues were battling for control. Tony couldn't help but think about how easy and natural it felt to be with her like this. It was as if they were two parts of one whole; they just fit together so perfectly.

Ziva slid her hands down over Tony's shoulders and slowly pushed his jacket off onto the floor, as he ran his hand up her leg. She moaned into his mouth as he leaned closer to her, hitting just the right spot between her legs. Her dress was now up high enough on her thighs to reveal her black lace thong and she felt Tony harden as his hands came to rest on her hips. She pulled back so their lips were still touching and croaked "bedroom". Tony merely grunted in response and slid his hands down to cup her butt. Ziva wrapped her legs around him and let him carry her to his bedroom. He set her down on the edge of the bed and looked down at her smiling. She pulled him closer and began to unbutton his shirt at an agonizingly slow pace, kissing the newly revealed bare skin on his chest as she went down.

"Ziva…" Tony said in a strained voice.

"Shhhh… Patience my little hairy butt" She replied with a smile as she undid the last button and slid his shirt off onto the floor. Then, Ziva kissed the spot right above where his pants started and she could see the contour of his muscles that led down to his now throbbing man hood. She smiled and stood up.

Tony couldn't take it anymore he pulled her back into another earth shattering kiss, needing to feel her touch more than he needed to breathe. He ran his hands up her back, along her spine until he got to the top of the zipper on her dress. Tony stopped kissing her for a moment; looking down at her silently asking if it was ok to remove her dress.

Ziva just smiled and said "Off. Now." As she kissed him again.

Tony was happy to oblige, as he unzipped the zipper and brought his hands back up to Ziva's shoulders. She stepped back and he pushed the dress off her in one fluid motion, now revealing her black lace strapless bra. Ziva leaned into him and began to trail kisses down his neck, on to his stomach as he wound his hands through her curly hair. He moaned again as she got to the spot above his pants. She looked up at him and smiled as she undid them and let them fall to the floor. In one fluid motion Tony pulled her up, stepped out of his pants and pushed her back up against the bed. "You're so beautiful" he whispered as he began to trail kisses down her now partially exposed breasts and stomach.

Ziva pulled him down so that he was lying on top of her as he came back up to kiss her lips. She pulled his hands up so that they were resting on her sides just below her bra, wanting desperately for him to take it off. He made no move to remove it, and instead she felt his hands tense around her ribs, as if he didn't know what to do. Just as Ziva was about to panic she remembered how he had waited for her permission to remove her dress. Reaching down she put her hands over top of his and pulled them around her so that he was hugging her with his hands resting on her bra clasp. He looked down at her, making sure she was ok with what he was doing. Ziva couldn't figure out why he was being so slow, and so careful. It was almost as if he thought he was going to break her. She was brought back from her thoughts as she heard the clasp unclick. She lifted her back up a little so he could pull it out from under her. Her breath hitched when she felt the cold hitting her nipples for the first time, followed by the warmth brought by Tony's kisses.

As she let out another shaky breath Ziva felt him pull back. She reached up and put her hand behind his head, forcing him to look at her. She searched his face, and looked deeply into his eyes, trying to find out what was wrong with him.

"I didn't mean to hurt you" he whispered, the fear evident in his shaking voice. Ziva cocked her head, why did he think he was going to hurt her? Had she done something wrong? This was not normal for him. Surely he had been with millions of weaker women, that hadn't been through nearly as much as she had, why would he think he was going to hurt her of all people? Then it hit her. It was because of what she had been trough that he was afraid. She had told him about being raped in Somalia, and he was afraid that having sex was going to hurt her. She was touched that he cared so much. The fact that he was being so slow and careful showed her just how much he really did love and respect her. Smiling she put her thumb under his chin, turning his face back to hers. Cupping the sides of his face she brought his lips back down to hers, so he was only a few centimeters above her.

"You did not hurt me Tony."

"But you…" Tony said, unable to finish his thought.

Ziva cheeks blushed at the memory. "That wasn't because it hurt Tony…" She said quietly, looking sheepishly into his eyes.

"Oh." He said, blushing slightly himself when he realized what she meant.

"I know you will not hurt me, so please do not ever be afraid to touch me or to kiss me because I want it as much as you do. And need it even more." Ziva said with a smile.

That was all Tony needed to hear, before he closed the now almost nonexistent gap and kissed her. He slid her under wear off absentmindedly as she tugged at his boxers. As his hand brushed against her folds she moaned into his mouth. He couldn't believe how wet she was. Smiling at the fact that it was him who was having this effect on her he trailed hot quick kisses down her neck, stopping to suck on her pulse point. He hardened even more when he felt Ziva cup him through his boxers. He growled uncontrollably against her neck and he felt her pulse quicken. She slid his boxers off to reveal just how much he really wanted her. Just as he was about to enter her he thought of something. He slowed down their now intense kiss and brought his lips down to kiss the scar on her shoulder. Then he moved down and kissed all the scars on her chest, her ribs, her stomach, her hips, and finally right above her pelvis. Then he pulled back and looked up at her.

At first she was confused as to why Tony was slowing down all of the sudden, when he was obviously as turned on as she was. She didn't even register him kissing her shoulder, and she didn't think much of it when his kissed her breasts multiple times, after all that was normal. But, once he started to trail kisses along her ribs, she realized he was doing something that was much more meaningful than kissing her; he was kissing her scars. Tony was showing her that he loved her, all of her. Fighting to hold back tears as he continued down her body she couldn't help but be amazed at the kindness that Tony was showing her. She never would have expected that it was possible to feel this loved or cherished when having sex. Looking down at him as he kissed the marks on her hips it dawned on her; she wasn't having sex, no for the first time in her life she was making love. As he finished kissing the scars along her pelvis he looked up at her. By now hot silent tears were running down her face, she couldn't stop them no matter how hard she tried.

Tony looked up at saw her silently crying. Remembering what she said about not being afraid to touch or to kiss her he decided to take a chance; he sat back up and leaned down so his face was once again inches from hers and kissed her. No roughly or passionately like their more recent kisses had been, but tenderly and full of love; trying to show her it was going to be ok. He felt more hot tears streaming down her face and hitting his cheeks, and he turned his face so that he could kiss them away. As he moved to kiss the last tear away on her right cheek Ziva brought her hands up to his hair and turned him to look back at her.

"Make love to me Tony." She said in a voice barely over a whisper.

Tony smiled and covered her mouth in another earth shattering kiss as he entered her, waiting a moment to let her adjust to him before he moved again.

Ziva moaned into Tony's mouth when he finally entered her. He began slowly rhythmically rocking back and forth as he trailed kisses down her body again. Letting out another shaky breath, she caught his beautiful hazel eyes. She couldn't ever remember seeing them so dark with desire. She smiled and then gasped as he moved again.

Tony looked up at her and quietly asked "Promise you will tell me if I'm hurting you?"

Ziva smiled, pulling his face back up to hers "You could never hurt me Tony. I can honestly say I have never felt more right than I do right now."

And with that she flipped them over and looked down at Tony who was now staring up at her with wide eyes, the surprise evident all over his face.

"What?" Ziva asked with fake innocence as she flipped her long curly hair over her shoulder, leaning down to kiss him again. "I told you I prefer it on top."

As Tony slowly rubbed his eyes he became very aware of the fact that there was someone on top of him. He opened his eyes and smiled, chuckling softly to himself when he saw how Ziva was laying precariously on top of him. She was lying with her face on his chest, her wild hair cascading over her shoulders, and spilling onto his bare chest. Her arm was wrapped protectively around his side and her legs were wrapped up in his, with his arm slung over her back holding her closer to him. Tony couldn't remember ever waking up and feeling this content. He could just lie in bed in this position for the rest of his life and he would be happy.

"Merry Christmas Ziva" he whispered as he dropped a kiss into her hair.

Leaning back he closed his eyes and his thoughts drifted back to Paris. They had woken up in a similar position then (except the fact that they were fully clothed), and he had sat there and stared at her until she woke up. He remembered thinking that if he died right then he would die a happy man, knowing he got to wake up with her on top of him like that. He had made a promise to himself then that he would do whatever it took so that he could wake up like that every day for the rest of his life, but it wasn't until now that he was starting to come through on that promise.

When she had finally woken up she sat up and rubbed her eyes and looked over at him "How did we end up like this DiNozzo?" She had teased "Now I know why you wanted one room". And with that she had gotten up and headed to the bathroom to shower. Since they had never talked about it Tony was never sure if it meant anything to her, but it had definitely meant something to him. Now, Tony looked down at the beautiful, naked woman lying on top of him. He would never have guessed that his wildest dreams would become a reality on Christmas no less. Tony was brought back from his musings when he felt Ziva shift under his arm.

"Merry Christmas to you too Tony" she said as she looked up at gently kissed his lips.

"Oh, so you weren't asleep" Tony replied with arched eyebrows as he gave her a few more chaste kisses.

"No. I wasn't, I just wanted to lie there in your arms a little longer." She sat with a sheepish smile, moving to sit up, but Tony pulled her back down. Ziva let out a surprised gasp as his lips met her in a passionate kiss.

"I was thinking the same thing." He whispered against her lips when he finally pulled away.

Ziva looked into his eyes and smiled. "Just like Paris" she said absentmindedly.

"You got right up when you woke up in Paris?" Tony said in a confused tone.

"Not exactly" Ziva replied with a grin. "I woke up even before you did, and when I saw how we were lying there tangled up in each other I couldn't bring myself to move. I could deny how I felt about you all I wanted, but subconsciously there was nothing I could do about it, and it made me so happy to know that you hadn't pulled away from me in the night that I didn't dare move once I was awake."

Tony looked down at her and laughed.

"What is so funny?" she said brushing his unruly hair out of his face.

"I was thinking the same thing." He said still laughing. "I was so happy that you moved like that during the night, and I didn't want to move you. I just lay there for a while enjoying feeling you lay so close to me. But after a while I realized that it would be a problem if you didn't wake up soon…." Tony trailed off.

This time it was Ziva's turn to laugh. "I was awake the whole time Tony." She said trying to make him understand why she was laughing, but he just looked at her, as confused as ever. "I… um… felt your let's say morning reaction, and that's why I finally jumped out of bed so quickly and headed straight for the shower so you wouldn't come talk to me."

Tony blushed, finally realizing what Ziva was talking about. "Why didn't you want me to talk to you?" He asked, still not grasping that part.

"Do you remember anything off about when you went into the bathroom after me?" she asked, hoping she wouldn't have to just come out and say what she had been thinking.

"Um…" Tony trailed off again trying to remember anything that would have been different when he went to use the bathroom. It was much more difficult than it should have been though, because Ziva had occupied all of his thoughts that morning and he couldn't remember much about anything else.

"Let's see. I went to the bathroom, and then I turned the shower on, and stepped in. I jumped back because the tiles were so cold... and then I squinted to try and figure out which bottle was the shampoo. Wait the tiles… you took a shower right before me, the only way the tiles would have been that cold was if you took an ice cold shower…."

Trailing off again he looked to find Ziva hiding her embarrassed smile behind her hair.

"I wanted you just as much as you wanted me, but I was too scared to act on it." she said with a shrug. "I had to take a really cold shower, because if I kept thinking about what I was I would have finally acted on it, and then we would have gotten no work done." Ziva said with a wink.

"Oh, and just what were you thinking of Miss David" Tony said with a devilish grin as his body once again began to react with excitement. Ziva laughed again, and moved so she was sitting on top of Tony again, straddling him between her legs. "Something like this…" she said as she trailed her tongue down his stomach.

When Tony and Ziva finally got out of bed that morning it was around noon. Ziva walked into the bathroom to shower, and came out in his dress shirt from last night. Tony couldn't help but smile, she looked so sexy wearing nothing but his shirt as she entered the kitchen.

"The shower is all yours" she said as she leaned in to kiss him lightly.

"Thanks Sweetcheeks." Tony replied as he jumped up and headed for the shower. He took his time showering and getting dressed, and when he finally reemerged he saw Ziva was cooking something with her back turned to him. He smiled, remembering the last time she had made breakfast for him.

"Whatcha making?" he called as he slid up behind her.

"Pancakes." She said with a shrug. "You have no food in this apartment! What do you eat for breakfast when I'm not here?!"

"Um… cereal?" Tony replied as he thought about what his refrigerator must look like. He rarely cooked, and when he did it was usually something simple that he bought the ingredients specifically for.

"Well we will have to fix that." Ziva said with a wink. Tony chuckled and reached for one of the already cooked pancakes, but Ziva swatted his hand way. "Patience!" she said laughing as he jumped back.

"Would you do me a favor?"Ziva asked turning back to the pancakes.

"Sure, what do you need?" Tony said already moving towards the other side of the island.

"Can you find my phone for me? I can hear it beeping but I do not know where I left it last night."

"Sure thing Ziva." Tony said as he walked over to look on the table by the front door. After a good ten minutes of searching he ended up finding it in her pants pocket from when she changed from the party.

"Found it!" He yelled triumphantly as he ran back towards the kitchen. Ziva had set the table for two and was sitting down a plate stacked high with piping hot pancakes.

"Toda Tony." She said as she reached to grab her phone. "Hmmmm who keeps texting me?" she said looking at her blinking phone. She had 5 new messages. She clicked on the first one and saw it was from Abby "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" it read. Ziva laughed and clicked on the second one.

This one was from Palmer "Merry Christmas! Thank you so much for the delicious dinner yesterday. Breena and I loved it!" Ziva smiled and noticed Tony was staring at her.

"You should check your phone too." She said. "I have a bunch of messages wishing me a Happy Christmas."

"Its Merry Christmas Ziva." Tony said as he rose to go get his phone from the nightstand.

"That is what I said." Ziva mumbled as she clicked on the 3rd message. It was from Ducky.

"Thank you for the delightful evening darling. The food was wonderful, and I hope you have a Merry Christmas." Ziva was just clicking on the fourth message when Tony returned.

"I got one from just about everyone" he said with a smile.

"Oh?" she looked up inquisitively "Who did not send you one?"

"Gibbs. And you but that doesn't count since you are here. And Gibbs doesn't really count either, since I never get one from him."Tony replied with a shrug.

At that Ziva laughed and looked back down at her phone, reading McGee's message.

"Merry Christmas Ziva! See you on Monday!" Only one more she thought, wondering who it could be, considering everyone else had already wished her a Happy Merry Christmas. Reading it Ziva broke into a grin that caused Tony to come and look over her shoulder to see what was making her smile so much.

The message was from Abby and it read "I almost forgot I wanted to know how you liked the surprise I left you. Gibbs and McGee both agreed that I should leave it for you! I hope that you finally figured out what was right in front of your face, or I'm going to have Gibbs head slap you both very hard on Monday!"

At that it was Tony's turn to smile. Of course Abby had left that picture for them, knowing full well what it would lead too.

"What are you going to say to that?" Tony asked as he sat down to enjoy his pancakes.

"I simply said that I appreciated her gift, and I think that you did too? I felt that was the truth, yes?" She replied with a sly smile.

"Yes I appreciated it very much!" Tony said as he leaned across the table to kiss her. "This is by far the best Christmas I've ever had Ziva."

"Me too Tony." Ziva said as she kissed him again. "Now eat your pancakes before they get cold." She said as she pushed him back towards his chair.

"Yes ma'am!"

An hour and many pancakes later Tony and Ziva sat in content silence watching the snow fall out the window. It really had turned out to be the perfect Christmas, and both were content to just lie there in each other's arms and watch the snow falling behind the Christmas tree. Finally Ziva broke the silence, and turned so that she was looking at Tony.

"Christmas is like Hanukkah yes?" She asked looking up at him with her big brown eye.

"Yes…" Tony replied, unsure of where she was going with this.

"So it is all about being with your family?"

"Yes," Tony said with a smile as he kissed her forehead, "Why?"

"Well…" Ziva said. "I could not help but think about what the rest of our family is doing right now. And I realized that Abby is probably with McGee, Ducky is with his mother, Breena is with Palmer, Vance is with his family, but…" She trailed off as he turned to once again look at the glowing Christmas tree.

"But Gibbs is alone?" Tony finished for her, completely able to read her train of thought.

"Yes," she said with a sigh as she leaned back against his chest. "What do you think he is doing right now?"

"Well," Tony started contemplating what his boss could possibly be doing on Christmas night. "He is probably in his basement drinking bourbon, maybe even talking to Fornell, unless Fornell is with his daughter, then I bet Gibbs is working on some new project."

"But he should not be alone on Christmas." She said with another sad sigh.

"Okay" Tony said as he sat up and began to move out from under her.

"Where are you going?!" Ziva asked in alarm.

"I'm going to get our coats. Let's go see Gibbs."

Driving to Gibb's would have been impossible since there was a good foot of snow covering the ground now, with more still steadily falling, so Ziva suggested they walk. Tony was apprehensive at first, considering it was at least three miles to Gibbs house, but after Ziva looked up at him with those puppy eyes and pleaded he knew fighting was useless and he let her drag him out into the snow. They walked contently hand in hand laughing and talking about nothing and everything as the snow continued to fall around them. Halfway through their walk they passed a now deserted park; the only thing in it was the beautifully decorated Christmas tree light up with multi-colored lights that reflected off the snow. Tony suddenly felt the urge to do something. And he looked down at Ziva.

"Will you dance with me?" he asked.

Ziva looked up at him confused. "There is no music…" she said, but she couldn't finish her thought because Tony had swept her off her feet and was carrying her towards the Christmas tree.

"Please?" he asked sticking out his lip and blinking his snow covered eye lashes. Ziva laughed and put her arms around his neck.

"Only because you asked so nicely" she said smiling up at him. Tony looked down and put his arms around her waist. They stood there for a while, slow dancing back and forth to imaginary music, looking lovingly into each other's eyes. After a while Tony broke away and took her hand again as they headed back in the direction of Gibbs house. Just before they got to Gibb's street Ziva stopped and looked up at Tony under the street lamp. He looked like he was glowing as the light bounced off the snow that covered his body.

"Does snow count?" she asked quietly, still looking into his eyes.

"Count for what Ziva?" he asked confused, as he searched her face to try and figure out what she was talking about.

"Does snow count as spontaneous dancing in the rain?" Tony looked down at her for another minute still confused, but slowly it dawned on him, and an unmistakable grin spread across his face.

"You mean as one of the big three?" he smiled.

"Yes." She said simply. Tony couldn't help but laugh.

"I think that it just might." As he leaned down to kiss her. When they broke away he couldn't resist adding, "But we can always ask Gibbs". And with that he took off running in the direction of their boss's house, leaving Ziva to catch up.