I meant to post this at an earlier hour, but I forgot, haha.
Anyway, I just wanted to get this done with ... next chapter onwards, the stories will be longer and in past tense rather than present. It's not too confusing, hopefully; just different. This whole story is an odd collection of little scenes, lol!
Enjoy; please review at the end!
-Soph
Sewing Lesson
"How could a grown man like you not know this?" Ziva grumbles as she bends down behind Tony and holds both of his hands in hers.
"Why would I know it? I have a tailor."
She rolls her eyes at him. "So you mean that each time you lose a button, you give your shirt to your tailor?"
"… Yes."
"Why don't you learn to do things by yourself?"
"I do a lot of things by myself! Sewing just isn't one of them."
She gives him a sceptical glance, and then sighs. "Okay. Look, it's really simple. The thread is in the needle. To make a knot, you just loop the end of the thread around the needle, a few times, like this, and then pinch it and pull." She guides his hands as she explains it to him, and his wonder when a knot forms is almost child-like in nature.
"Thank you, Ziva."
"You're welcome. Now we're gonna sew the button onto the shirt." She gathers his shirt and button, and guides him through the process. In no time at all, the button is firmly attached to the cloth, and she, having spent the entire five minutes bent over him and holding onto his hands, suddenly finds herself extremely unwilling to let go of him.
"You know, I think maybe I should just get you to sew on my buttons," he says, seemingly oblivious to the way she is tilting her head to take in his scent as inconspicuously as possible.
"You wish."
He shifts so he can look back at her. "Hey, I said I'd do all your plumbing. Least you could do is say the same for my sewing."
"I would, but you lose buttons more often than my sink breaks."
He shrugs. "Plumbing is harder."
She makes a tch noise against his cheek. "Fine. But I do not guarantee I won't sew flower motifs onto your shirts."
"You don't even like flower motifs."
"That's true. But it's a good way to make sure that you lose as few buttons as possible."
He pouts, and she very nearly leans in to kiss him. "Not really a helpful soul, are you?"
She shakes her head. "Nope."
He thinks about it. "Guess I can live with that. Why are you still holding onto my hands?"
She lets go as if burnt and prays that her face doesn't look too guilty. "I thought you still needed my help."
He looks at her quizzically, and she watches as what she fervently hopes isn't realization slowly dawns on his face. "You know what? I've changed my mind."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I think it wouldn't hurt to have a few lessons from you. Y'know, if you don't mind." She furrows her brows and tries to determine if he's just stringing her along. "Do you?"
She hesitates for a beat. "No. I don't mind."
He beams. "Good. So I've got this other shirt…"
She laughs and pulls a chair up to sit beside him as she listens to his dilemma, and she finds that she does quite like teaching Tony DiNozzo to sew, after all.