Title: Lovely Tonight
Author: rekkidbraka
Rating: T
Pairings: Tony D. and Ziva D.
Category: Romance; Humor
Disclaimer: No infringement intended.
Spoilers: None
Summary: "You are lovely tonight / You dear / Will guide me into the morning light" - Joshua Radin
-------------------- Lovely Tonight ---------------------
[Santa Monica Beach]
Once-mighty waves, now having expended all their energy to make it onshore, rushed to cover Tony and Ziva's feet and then, just as suddenly as they'd reached their destination, found themselves pulled back out to the ocean where they'd come from. The cycle went on and on, and as Tony dug his toes deeper into the sand, he studied the water that didn't return to sea collecting in small salty pools around his skin. Ziva, her long, black curly hair pulled back into a harsh, thick ponytail to keep the ocean breeze from further tousling what she already considered a nearly uncontrollable mass, snuggled against Tony's right arm. Together, they'd been sitting on the beach, watching the waves nearly all afternoon.
"Not a bad hangover cure, hm?" Tony asked, breaking what had been a comfortable silence.
"Not at all," Ziva answered, closing her eyes and breathing in the fresh evening air. "I'm feeling much better. This," she purred, "was a good idea."
"Yeah," Tony agreed, fixing his green eyes on a large wave rolling towards the shore that had yet to break. "Wish it didn't have to end. It's nice here." The wave reached its apex, curled and crashed into itself, becoming a mass of green mixed with white foam. "Beats D.C."
"I have enjoyed Los Angeles," Ziva said, "but it is time to go home." She sighed. "I will miss... this -- being able to come out here to the beach and just relax. The ocean is lovely."
"You mean the Potomac doesn't do it for you?" Tony joked, smirking. Ziva snickered along with him. He leaned to kiss her on the cheek. "Well, guess we'll have to make our vacation plans next summer for somewhere that's got plenty of sun, sand and surf, huh?"
"Sun and sand, I am used to. Israel has plenty." Ziva frowned, thinking. "Surf, however? That, I am not sure is up my valley."
"Alley," Tony softly corrected, his eyes now focusing on the coming sunset.
"All the maxing up boards..." Ziva continued.
"Waxing," Tony said mindlessly.
"... and banging ten," she went on.
"Hanging ten," Tony replied. The pinks and oranges of the sunset had transfixed him.
"But shooting the girl -- now THAT part sounds interesting!" Ziva, satisfied that she'd found at least one area of surfing she figured she could handle easily, smiled contentedly and joined Tony in watching the sunset. He squinted, unsure if he had heard Ziva correctly, realized that he had and decided not to bother offering up the right turn of phrase. Shooting the curl... shooting the girl, he thought. Ahhh, what the hell? Either way it involves shooting and she'll be happy.
"Remind me to send all the wahines a BOLO before we make our reservations, Sweet Cheeks," Tony half-whispered as the daylight began to fade.
"A BOLO, Tony? For what?" Ziva eyed him curiously.
"For you, my ninja," Tony answered, his eyes still on the now-fading sunset. Without facing her, he pulled Ziva close to his side, again kissing her tenderly. "Your powers on land are unmatched. I fear what destruction you could bring in the open waters, given a longboard and some Sex Wax."
"Wahines? And what is Sex Wax, Tony?" Ziva inquired, cuddling against him for warmth. "I assume this is used to surf, yes?"
"Among other things," Tony replied, pulling Ziva into a long, deep kiss as the sun finally lost its battle with the horizon.
