Warnings: Hmmm, implied adult themes. Small spoiler for Season 8.
A/N: There is probably one more chapter of this story. So who would like some TONY/LEAH, MCGEE/DELILAH FLUFF?! And thank you everyone for your continued support :)
Tony woke up to the sound of rain pounding against Leah's windows. Blinking his eyes open, he peered into the dimly lit room and smiled when he saw their clothes everywhere.
He reached out and wrapped his arms around Leah's waist, pulling her towards him. She only stirred for a moment but then burrowed against him and went back to sleep. Tony laid there, listening to the sound of the rain and her breathing. In the gray light of a rainy morning, she looked beautiful-comfortable and content lying in his arms and Tony admitted to himself that he could get used to this, waking up with her next to him
Pushing her hair back so he could see her face, Tony kissed her behind her ear. Leah stirred and groaned, refusing to open her eyes. Tony grinned wickedly and shifted her out of his arms on to her back. He positioned himself over her and laid a trail of kisses from behind her ear all the way to her naval.
Leah squirmed under him, protesting slightly to being woken up. "Five more minutes, Mom, please?"
Tony chuckled, "I hope I don't remind you of your mother right now." He began to kiss his way up her body to her mouth capturing her lips between his own. He deepened the kiss, sliding his hand up her thigh and stopping to place it on her hip. "Come on, Ms. Dawson, it's time to wake up."
"But I don't want too," she whined, stretching underneath him.
"What if I promised you a fabulous breakfast?"
"Pancakes?"
He pressed his lips into the hollow of her neck. "Pancakes, bacon, eggs-how about the works?"
She smiled, gently but refused to open her eyes still. "Sounds yummy."
"You only get it if you open those beautiful eyes."
"No fair. You play dirty."
Tony ran his hands up her smooth stomach while he kissed her. Pulling back he grinned wickedly once more. "Yes. It's much more fun when you play dirty." He traced circles on her abdomen. "You're beautiful, Leah," he whispered, trying to desperately coax her to open her eyes.
His comment had the desired effect. Leah's eyes slowly opened and she smiled at him. "Even with my hair all matted and tangled and make-up smudged thanks to you messing it all up last night?"
"Yes. Absolutely," Tony replied, smiling. "Besides...you rather enjoyed my messing up your hair and make up last night."
"Alright, I won't lie-I did," Leah said.
Tony pushed her hair back and held her face between his hands, studying every inch of her beautiful face, memorizing every beauty mark and freckle. He still couldn't believe that this woman loved him. Sure, he'd stopped by last night willing to put everything on the line and fight hard for her, but his pessimistic side was telling him that he was going to be walking away forever. That hadn't happened though. She had admitted she loved him too and instead of going home he'd watched a movie with her and then made love to her.
Leah saw the intense look in his eyes and asked, "Everything alright?"
He smiled and kissed her tenderly. "Everything is perfect."
"So...what about my breakfast?"
"I suppose I can get working on that."
Tony kissed her one more time before rolling off of her and getting out of bed. He found his discarded boxers, jeans and tee shirt. Behind him he could hear her groan in disappointment. He turned slightly and grinned. "What did you think I was going to cook you breakfast naked? Bacon grease in certain areas isn't much fun, you know."
Leah smiled, teasingly. She rolled over onto her side and pulled her sheet close to her body. The look in her eyes made him want to take his clothes off and jump back into bed with her again. "So that means you've cooked breakfast naked before?" she asked, coyly.
"Perhaps I have," he replied, just as coyly as his cell phone rang. Good damn it, really? He fished it out of his pocket. "What McGee?."
"Hey. Delilah and I were wondering if...if you and Leah were doing anything this morning?"
"Why? Do you miss me?"
McGee scoffed. "No. But Delilah wanted to...thank you both. And she knows this great bistro that serves brunch."
Tony pursed his lips together and glanced at Leah, still wrapped up in her sheets watching him. He really wanted to just spend the day with his girlfriend but at the same time he couldn't say no to Delilah-not after all she had been through in the last few weeks. He raised his eyebrows and made eye contact with Leah. "Brunch, huh? What time?"
Leah pouted and climbed out of bed. She found some clothes herself and disappeared into the bathroom. Tony barely got the time and place from McGee before he hung up his phone and chased after her.
"Are you going to join me, Very Special Agent DiNozzo?"
"Ms. Dawson, how did you know that we'd get ready much faster if we showered together?"
She threw him a grin and started the shower up. She pulled the curtain back and stepped inside, beckoning him with one, slender finger. "Well, then, I guess we shouldn't waste anymore time."
He threw his clothes off and got in the shower faster than he had ever had in his life.
The rain had let up by the time Tony's car pulled up outside a small, cozy bistro in Georgetown. He shut the car down and smiled, sweetly at Leah. "You know, he's going to know why we were so late."
Leah glared at him, only slightly though. "So? You didn't have to take a shower with me."
"Ah, if I remember correctly you asked me to join you. What did you think was going to happen?"
"If you had wanted to be here on time then you shouldn't have joined me."
Tony somehow knew he wasn't going to win this argument. He surrendered and got out of the car, pulling his leather jacket against his body tightly to ward off the raw chill in the air. He came around to the front of the car and met up with Leah, grabbing a hold of her hand. They entered the bistro and made their way to the back of the crowded room to a large booth.
Delilah and Tim were already seated on one side, her wheelchair tucked away in a corner. She smiled, brightly at the couple and waved them over. "What took you so long?" she asked, with a teasing glint in her eyes.
Leah just smiled as she slid into the booth. Tony tossed her an incredulous look as he slid into the booth next to her. When he looked up at Tim and Delilah he could see both of them grinning. "What?" he snapped.
"Isn't that the shirt you had on yesterday?" McGee asked.
"So what if it is?" Tony shot back.
"Might be time to keep some clothes at your girlfriend's apartment."
"Just order your breakfast, Tim."
Tim chuckled and went back to looking at his menu. It was often that he got to ruffle Tony's feathers, but when he did, you better believe he was going to take his opportunity and run with it. Although he was happy that his partner seemed to be getting over his fear of commitment. Tony still had a long away to go but he was heading in the right direction.
Leah was good for Tony, Tim concluded. As much as he liked Ziva, he could only seeing a romantic relationship between Tony and Ziva ending in disaster-or perhaps one of them dead. Either way, it would have torn the team apart. Gibbs would have been furious that his agents had broken the rules. He'd been furious with Tony once before that he'd been sleeping with E.J Barrett. Tim could only imagine the backlash that would have come if Tony had started to sleep with Ziva. Gibbs had those rules for a reason.
Tony seemed happy too. He smiled more at work, was joking more again-not as obnoxiously as before because he was trying to change, but it was a sure sign that he was moving on.
"I'm guessing your date went well last night?" the senior field agent asked when the girls had disappeared into the bathroom at the end of breakfast. "I mean...Delilah wouldn't want to thank us otherwise."
"Yeah, it went well. The restaurant was great, the movie afterwards at her place was great," Tim admitted.
"And did it help in other areas?"
"I think...we're going to be ready to get back to that level of our relationship again soon."
Tony smiled and finished his coffee. "Good. Glad I could help out a little bit."
Tim shook his head. "You helped out a lot. I'm not...I'm not very romantic."
"Neither am I."
"What? Are you kidding? You chased after Ziva for four months!"
"That might be considered stalking not romantic."
Leah and Delilah came back at that moment. She helped the other woman out of her wheelchair and Delilah was able to pull herself into the booth. Smiling she looked at the two men, "What are you boys talking about?"
Tony and Tim exchanged nervous glances before they answered at the same time, "Work."
"It's Saturday! Stop talking about work," Leah chided them. She tossed Tony a smile before planting a kiss on his cheek.
After that Tony was thinking about anything but work.
