Thanks for sticking with me! I am apologizing for mistakes in advance because I am desperately trying to finish this story and get it all posted before the finale. Enjoy!
This chapter is an M rated chapter, kids! Don't read at work.
Her eyes are glittering dangerously when Tony catches up with her after the performance has ended. The question is blatant in his eyes but the look in hers stops him cold. He hasn't seen that look in a very long time. She looks very much the killer he once knew her to be. He wants to ask her if she is alright, but the woman standing before him is not vulnerable nor scared. She is a trained assassin and even though she has not acted on her instinct, Tony possesses no doubt that a few years ago, Laurent's intestines would have been spilled onto the floor without a second thought. He sighs, but remains silent.
Dressed in a suit to blend in with the rest of the audience, Tony tucks her hand into the crook of his elbow and escorts her to a waiting town car. She remains quiet, too quiet, throughout the drive back to the Embassy. Once the team has been reunited, she only speaks long enough to give them the details of the exchange that is to take place in the next evening. Tony has assigned a tail to follow Laurent for the night, having already managed to have a bug placed within the suite of his hotel.
The group breaks for the night with plans to reconvene in the morning.
Heading back to the hotel, Ziva resumes her silence.
Her eyes have not lost their hard glint when she looks at him expectantly once they are alone in their room. Standing before him, she reaches for the buttons on his shirt. He grabs her wrists and does not break contact with her gaze. They stare each other down for a moment before he acquiesces and lets her have her way.
He knows what is about to happen, has been down this road before with Ziva. He wonders for a moment if he should stop her, but in the end he knows that this is on her own terms.
He can feel her anger as it pulses around him and fills the room. He can feel the taught energy and the barely controlled rage. Most importantly, he can feel all of the things she can not say.
She is not looking for his tender touch this evening. And so he lets her lead this dance.
She is not gentle when she pulls the shirt from his body. Pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed, she kneels between his knees, raking her nails down his thighs. Jerking the zipper down, she releases him from his pants. He sucks in his breath when she closes her mouth around him, sliding her fingers along his length.
He buries a hand in her hair and groans her name. Her fingernails leave indentations in his leg through his suit pants as her mouth sucks him - hard. His roaming free hand finds the zipper on her dress and lowers it far enough to slip into the fabric and palm her breast. Her breath catches and she stills as his fingers roll her nipple roughly between his index finger and his thumb. He is testing the waters to see if she really wants to play this game.
For a moment, he freezes and his heart skips a beat as he considers the possibility that maybe he has completely misread her intention. Misread the entire situation.
Her eyes snap open as she regards him from her knees between his legs. She looks stunning before him, with her head back and his fist wrapped in her hair. She knows what he is thinking and knows why he hesitates and it angers her further.
She doesn't want to have to explain her needs to him. She simply wants him to take her.
"Trust me, Tony. I will let you know if it is too much."
He is not opposed to rough sex, not even rough sex with Ziva.
He waits another heartbeat, then nods.
Then, because she has given him permission - no, demanded - that he drop his self assigned protective detail, he gives in to her request. He is male, after all.
His hands grab her arms and pull her to her feet. His mouth crashes down on hers in a punishing, bruising kiss. Soft lips open willingly against his as he invades her mouth. Strong fingers tangle in her hair and grip her head to his own. Over and over his mouth slants over hers and she meets every movement without hesitation.
Roaming, touching, feeling hands rake her body through the slippery fabric of her dress. Breath coming in sharp staccato pants, Ziva pupils dilate until her eyes can not possibly grow any darker. Desire, lust and anger burn in their depths.
Tony grabs her and tosses her on the bed. Immediately rolling to her knees, she looks at him over her shoulder. Climbing upon the bed, Tony presses his body along the back of hers and pulls the hem of her dress so that it bunches around her waist. He wraps one arm around her ribcage, his other snakes down below the hem of her dress and the elastic band of her underwear to the slick folds beneath.
Wedging one of his thighs between her legs, she rides him as his fingers slip inside of her. She is wet, so wet, and so incredibly hot that it nearly takes his breath away. Pushing back against his muscled body, his cock is hard and thick behind her. .
"I think it is time to lose the dress, Ziva." Tony pulls away from her long enough to remove her dress and then slip off her bra and panties.
He slides his own pants as far as his thighs when his arms snakes around her ribcage once more. Pulling her body back against his, he drives himself into her heat from behind. A squeak of surprise escapes her lips before she allows herself to succumb to his control, his lead.
Her head lolls back against him for a moment before she falls forward, bracing her hands on the mattress. He picks up a smooth, hard rhythm and pushes her body in a way that dominates and controls. And she gives into to it because this is what she needs. This control that neutralizes the hate and anger that bubbles inside of her. She doesn't want to think and she doesn't want him to think. She just wants to feel.
And she certainly can feel him thick and hard inside of her body. Her head drops to the white linen as he grips her hips hard enough to leave a bruise or two. She can feel her muscles beginning to contract around him as he groans behind her. She cries out into fabric as she comes and he pumps two more times - hard - until she is a quivering mess.
She feels tender lips kiss her back softly, a reminder that it is Tony behind her, before he flips her over onto her back and resumes his aggressive rhythm. She wraps her legs around him as he drives inside and her hands grip his face as she forces him to look at her. Forces him to see that she is alright as she urges him to take her harder, rougher. It does not take long for him to follow her over the edge. He collapses heavily, crushing her smaller body beneath his own.
He rolls away from her, his breath harsh as his body calms. She immediately rolls her body into his, pressing against him tightly as though she can burrow into his very skin. He follows her lead and rolls back to face her, their limbs tangling. Face to face, his body engulfs hers as she huddles in his protective embrace.
"Tony," she whispers, her voice holding a tinge of vulnerability.
"Yeah," he answers, leaving a kiss at her temple.
"Don't let go."
And he doesn't. He holds her body protectively all night. Particularly, when she dreams of Laurent and a dusty desert cell in Africa.
He wonders if she will be able to hold it together for a second performance tomorrow night.
A/N Thank you as always for reading! I think there will be 2 more chapters.
Anyone else a little worried that Ziva's citizenship interview might go badly? Yeah, me too….
