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Tony breathed a sigh as he saved his report, finally he could go home. He had spent the whole day, since he and Ziva had left the bathroom, waiting for the moment when he could positively say that the work day was over, and he was ecstatic at finally reaching that moment, having successfully tackled all of the hurdles that fate had thrown his way. Now it was time for him and his partner to drive to his apartment, have some dinner and then, hopefully, strip naked and have wild hot monkey sex. More than once.
With that idea in mind Tony looked across to his partner's desk, frowning when she wasn't there. If I can't find her, he thought to himself, then wild hot monkey sex and dinner for two won't be anywhere near as much fun. Glancing round the rest of the squadroom, Tony still couldn't spot his partner. Feeling slightly put out, he decided to text her to see where she was, and was surprised at her reply
I am in the observation room of interrogation 4. Come and find me.
Now thoroughly confused, Tony merely shrugged as he made his way to the elevator, which would lead him to the interrogation room.
Ziva bit her bottom lip, debating with herself about whether she should execute or abort her hastily constructed plan. She was far too worked up to sit mere inches away from Tony whilst he drove to his apartment, and far too impatient with the amount of time it would take to get there. She needed Tony, and she needed him now. She had kept the extent of her desires under control all day, but she was fed up of keeping them hidden after years of doing so. It was time that she and Tony came to terms with their attraction, and made a clear decision on whether to act on it or continue to ignore it.
Snapping out of her thoughts as the door to the interrogation room opened and Tony entered, Ziva placed an animalistic smile on her face.
"Ziva." Tony greeted, having an idea about what she had called him to do, but not entirely sure.
"Tony," Ziva replied, leaning against the glass, "Come here."
Tony didn't need any encouragement, he merely walked the few steps it took to reach Ziva and smiled as she grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket and hauled him forwards so that he was pressing his body against hers. Lowering his head to hers, Tony growled as his lips met hers for the second time that day. He had waited all day for this moment and now that it had arrived he never wanted it to end. The feel of Ziva's body against his was amazing, and he decided in that moment that he wasn't close enough.
Ziva delighted in the sensations that Tony was causing her, once again astonished at how talented he was with his mouth. She whimpered slightly as Tony deepened the kiss, gently nibbling her bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she decided to deepen the kiss further, running her tongue along the seam of his lips and sweeping her tongue into his mouth to begin a new exploration of it.
Tony was seriously grateful for the fact that Ziva was as confident in her sexuality as she was in her fighting ability as it meant that he didn't have to take things so slow that it took him hours of seduction to get a peck on the cheek. Instead he got to move straight on to the fun parts, intent on taking Ziva to the edge.
Both agents were so involved them that they failed to hear the door to the interrogation room open and Director Vance enter with a suspect. It took the Director banging on the table with his fists multiple times to force the pair apart.
"Oh, come on." Tony complained, forcing his lips away from Ziva's and resting his head on the glass. "Give us a break."
"Tony?" Ziva said, still breathing heavily from their kiss.
"Hmmm?" Tony replied, trying to get him and his body under control.
"Can we go to your place?"
"Let's go." Was Tony's immediate reply, as he pulled himself away from Ziva. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her out of the room and towards the elevator.