A/N: Tiva, a car crash, a cabin, some kissing, not much else, except for too many prompts
Day 11: Write about a frostbite.
"Aren't you cold?" Tony watched her shiver while looking out the fogged up window.
"The thought of you keeps me warm," she said in a flat voice.
"You have frostbite." He nodded at her hands. "But, I'm flattered," he said with a lewd grin.
Ziva looked over her shoulder with a coy smile. "Don't be, I was thinking about beating you up for stranding us here."
"That was hardly my fault, that deer came out of nowhere."
She smirked. "You killed Rudolph, two days before Christmas. Abby is going to kill you."
Tony opened his mouth to protest, but really, what was there to say. Hitting that deer had totaled their car, in an area with no cellphone reception, forcing them to trek half an hour through the snow to the abandoned cabin they had seen earlier.
He got up from the rickety bed he had plopped down on when first entering, and started rummaging through cabinets. Ziva had already gone through them, coming up with practical items, like a knife—not that she needed more of those—stale crackers and cans of beans—was that obligatory cabin food? As usual, she failed to look for more entertaining stuff. Who knew how long they would be stuck here.
Tony couldn't believe his luck when he opened the second cabinet. He took out the board game and set it on table. Ziva seemed lost in thought, staring at the snow that had begun to fall outside.
"Ziva! I have a great idea to keep us busy," he said eagerly.
"I am not having sex with you," she deadpanned.
Not quite the reaction he had expected. And, to be honest, he was slightly disappointed with himself for not thinking of that particular pastime.
"Rummikub," he said.
She finally turned around and wrinkled her nose. "I hate that game."
"I know," he said with glee. He had mocked her for it repeatedly in the past. Told her she was an embarrassment to her people.
He walked over and took her hand, intent on guiding her towards the table and away from the single pane window that was barely keeping the warmth in.
He frowned at the coldness of her hand and took the other one as well. Equally cold. "Your hands are still freezing, maybe you should put your gloves back on" he said.
She removed her hands from his and looked down at them with a quizzical expression. "They are warm."
"No, they're not," he countered. He stared at the pale skin then took one of her hands again and ran his thumb over the back of it. "Definitely not warm. That really is frostbite, Ziva. Put your gloves on."
She rolled her eyes but did as he told, then sat down at the table. Other than a few candles there was nothing in the cabin for her to warm her hands to. Well, there was, but she already made it clear that wasn't in the cards.
"New rule," he said sitting down across from her. "Every time you mess up in the game, you have to kiss me."
Her head snapped up. "But I'm shit at this game."
"I know," he said with his trademark smile. "It'll warm you up."
Ziva huffed and said, "My lips aren't frostbitten."
"I know, but the heat will trickle through your body." He scuffed his chair closer to the table and leaned forward.
"You're full of yourself," she said, and sat up straighter.
Despite her objections Ziva took fourteen tiles. He smiled and did the same.
Tony watched her occasionally fumble with a tile. At first he thought the gloves were messing up her dexterity. Then he remembered that had never been a problem before.
She accidentally dropped another tile and frustration was written all over her face.
"Are you okay, butterfingers?"
She met his gaze and rubbed her forehead. "Fine."
"No headache?" The car crash had been pretty bad. If she had a concussion he needed to know about it.
"No." She frowned, and shook her head a little. "Yes, but I sometimes get headaches from being in the cold."
Tony nodded. Perhaps it was just the frostbite making her fingers numb.
"Time's up," he said and grinned broadly. "You messed up."
She frowned again, then sighed and leaned over the table. Their eyes met, and his worry for her health faded to the back of his mind as she closed the distance and…kissed his forehead.
He glared at her. "New rule; from now on-"
"You cannot change the rules in the middle of a game, Tony," she said with a smirk.
"Fine," he muttered and they continued playing.
"How long do you think it'll be before someone finds us," he asked fifteen minutes, and a kiss on each cheek, later.
"Definitely before Christmas eve," Ziva said with certainty.
Tony stared at her, confused. "Because…Abby won't want to celebrate Christmas without us and she'll make Gibbs call in the Marines?"
"No, because Santa needs to deliver presents and he will want revenge first."
He mock-laughed at her smugness, then looked at the tiles. "You messed up again."
Ziva sighed and slid her chair next to his. He looked her up and down, then raised an eyebrow.
"What? I'm tired of leaning over the table."
"So you're intending to mess up a lot more," he said and grinned.
"You know I am not good at this game."
"I do," he admitted, "which is why I was surprised you agreed to the new rule so easily."
She looked at him sweetly. "And how is that working out for you?"
He really had to think things through better when he tried to play her. "Not as expected. Which is par for the course with you."
She frowned, and he was about to explain the idiom when she placed her gloved hand on his cheek and her lips on his.
It was short, too short, and he couldn't stop his gaze from drifting to her mouth for a split second.
"You're going to lose anyway," he said looking into her eyes, and he shrugged a little. "May as well pay up now."
She made a hmm sound and narrowed her eyes. Tony hoped she was considering taking him up on his offer, not considering beating him up as she mentioned earlier. Surely the frostbite would make that just as painful for her as it would be for him.
He didn't have to wait long for her answer. She pecked him on the lips and said, "This a lot more enjoyable than Rummikub."
Tony smiled and kissed her back slowly. His hand fisted in her hair when she deepened the kiss, while his other drifted to her knee.
The door flew open with a bang and they broke apart, hands flying to their guns. A heavy set man with a beard as white as the snow outside stood in the door opening.
"I saw the deer, and the car, I assume that was you people," the man said with a booming voice as snow flurried inside around his bright red coat.
Tony's mind was still hung up on Ziva's lips as he took in the stranger before them.
"Santa?" he mumbled, and Ziva elbowed him in the ribs.