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'I'm off, McGee,' Tony announced. 'The taxi's waiting.'

'Back home to your wife,' McGee grinned back.

Tony smirked to himself and left, climbing into the taxi.

'Where to?' the taxi driver inquired cheerfully. Tony recited his address and the taxi driver nodded approvingly. 'Great neighbourhood,' he remarked. 'Lots of bars, lots of chicks.'

Tony grinned and opened his mouth to agree, stopping himself just in time. 'I'm engaged,' he replied.

The taxi driver twisted round in his seat, eying Tony's hand dubiously. 'Where's your ring?' he asked, continuing before he had an answer. 'You given up on wearing it to work already?' he raised his eyebrows. 'Most guys wait at least until the honeymoon's over. You sure you want to marry this chick?'

'Yeah,' Tony answered truthfully. 'I'm sure. We just haven't bought a ring yet. She, uh...' He stopped, wondering how to explain Ziva's incident in the ring shop. 'Hasn't got round to it yet,' he finished.

The driver snorted. 'You sure she wants to marry you?' he asked.

'Yeah.' Tony repeated his previous answer, seeing Ziva lying naked on top of him in his bed. 'I'm sure.'

The taxi stopped outside Tony's apartment and Tony saw the light on in his window. He paid the driver and thanked him for his conversation before hurrying up the stairs to his front door. He considered knocking but decided that it would be stupid to knock when he had a key so he opened the door and strolled in.

The first thing he saw, much to his delight, was Ziva washing the breakfast dishes up in the kitchen, topless. He chuckled and she spun around, clutching a plate to her chest. Her lower half was hidden by the counter so he crossed over to her, hoping to discover that she was fully naked. He leant over the counter and laughed. She was wearing a pair of his boxer shorts.

'Why are you wearing those?' he asked, hopping onto the work top and spinning round, leaping down on the other side. He admired her exposed breasts, fighting to prevent himself reaching out and squeezing them. They were a smooth, coffee brown, perfectly shaped and pert. He gritted his teeth and crossed his arms, refusing to give in to his overwhelming desires.

She shrugged, reaching up to kiss his cheek to welcome him home. 'I never finished unpacking,' she explained accusingly. 'I kept getting distracted so I found these instead.' She gave him a twirl. 'You like?'

He nodded. 'They suit you,' he commented, his resolve flailing under the immense temptation.

'We've come a long way from you refusing to finish your lunch after I took a bite,' she replied, resting her hand on his shoulder.

He grinned, agreeing with her statement, and stepped into her. Her round breasts brushed against his shirt and, when he chanced a glance downwards, he saw that her nipples were erect.

Her hand moved down his side, finding their way towards his crotch. 'You really like this outfit,' she remarked, feeling the bulge in his pants. She smiled at him and leaned up, her lips gracing his before she pulled away.

He looked down at her, disappointed by the slight contact. 'Is that all I get?' he asked, pouting.

She relented and kissed his puckered lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Finally, he allowed himself to touch her inviting breasts, cupping them in his hands and running his thumb around the hardened nipple. She pressed her body against him, trapping his hands. He pushed them out from between their bodies and ran lightly over her shoulders.

Her hand clenched around his cock and she could feel the pulse racing through them. She squeezed it, her finger tracing its head through the layers of clothes.

His fingers walked down her back, feeling every sculpted indentation, until he reached the waistband of his boxer shorts. He paused, considering slipping his hand inside, but decided against it, continuing his southwards travel until his hand was positioned under the seat of his boxers hanging so loosely around her tight butt.

He let out an amused cry, feeling the slightly damp material. 'Enjoying this?' he inquired innocently.

'Only as much as you,' she returned smoothly.

'A lot, then,' he answered his own question.

She closed her eyes, pressing their cheeks together and stopping, just feeling their closeness. He groaned, the throbbing ache in his manhood growing into an agonising pain. She noticed his discomfort and slowly began to undress him, prolonging the anticipation.

He swallowed, wincing from the unendurable pain in his groin. She knew exactly what would keep him hot and she put her knowledge to good use, making him suffer before she finally gave herself to him. The wait would be worth it though, he reassured himself. Hell, he had waited five years and he still thought that it was worth it.

His jacket was dropped to the floor, soon followed by his shirt as the agony of the wait seemed to be too much for her as well. He held his breath, the look in her eyes telling him that it was going to happen any second now. She grinned at him, relishing the greed he was unable to conceal, before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

Her mouth crashed against his and she pushed him against the counter, the two bodies sinking to the floor locked in a passionate embrace. Her fingers fumbled with his fly, struggling in her haste to shed all layers of clothing keeping her from him. She yanked it down, her mouth still pressed against his, and he kicked his trousers off. Two pairs of boxers were thrown at the wall and two naked bodies were left writhing together on the cold linoleum of the kitchen.

'At least it's easy to clean,' he muttered into her mouth.

She rolled her eyes at his attempt to lighten the intense atmosphere and rolled on top him, begging him to enter her. With a happy smile plastered onto his face, he willingly complied, a yell of ecstasy erupted from her mouth.

He felt himself slip into her warm, wet core and all the pain in his cock was unleashed, a pleasured moan sliding out of his parted lips. Her hips were grinding on his abdomen, her breasts gliding across his chest. The pace was increasing and she was poised to speed up even more, her eyes wild and her loose hair flying round her face. His hands cupped her butt and he pressed her further down on him, grunting as he slipped deeper into her.

Her mouth found his and their tongues battled, fighting for control. He began to feel lightheaded, the blood rushing to his cock and his lungs empty of air. He turned his head away from her, catching short, harsh breaths. Her sticky body rubbed against his and he could feel the sweat trickling off her body onto his.

'Come, come,' she pleaded, her head thrown back and her back arched. He waited for the climax, feeling himself coming.

'I'm there,' he choked.

In reply, she let out a chilling scream. It would have been better placed in a horror film, but he understood its meaning. She had climaxed with him and felt it rushing through her.

His chest was heaving as he panted, breathless from the elongated kiss. She extracted herself from him, pushing her butt into the air. He grabbed her, stopping her from climbing off him, and pulled her back down.

Her heart was pounding and he laid a steady hand on her chest, feeling the thuds reverberate through him.

'I need you,' she whispered, her lips dry and her appetite not yet satiated.

He nodded and his hands slid down her toned stomach, stopping at its target. He felt his way into her moist folds, slipping his finger inside her. She purred appreciatively as he stroked her, his finger wet from her pleasure. He smiled, pleased that he could elicit such a strong reaction from her body, and intensified his movements.

She moaned, her teeth biting down on his lower lip. The metallic taste of blood spotted the tip of her tongue and she wiped the slight cut with her tongue. His breath caught in his chest and he closed his eyes, feeling her light weight on top of him, her tongue running across his lip. His fingers slipped out of her and a quiet whine left her lips.

She shifted her weight and rolled off him, her sweaty back shivering as it hit the cold linoleum. She propped herself up on one elbow and looked down at him as he lay on his back, staring up the ceiling with wide eyes.

'I think that we should go out tonight,' she announced.

He opened one eye and looked at her suspiciously. 'Out where?'

'Out there,' she replied, gesturing with her hand. 'We don't want to become one of those couples who stay at home all day watching the travel channel, gazing longingly at the world outside and wishing we were part of it.' She nodded decisively. 'That's what leads to adulterous thoughts and then cheating,' she added.

Tony opened the other eye and raised himself onto his elbow as well, staring seriously at her. 'I'm not going to cheat, Ziva,' he assured her.

'I know,' she replied brightly. 'But, I still think that we should go out.' He opened his mouth to voice issues with the plan but she cut him off before he could begin. 'I know that you aren't going to cheat,' she told him gravely. 'I trust you.' He nodded, believing her. 'We should go out and have some fun,' she explained.

He nodded again and sat up, planting a kiss on her lips as he stood. Extending a hand to help her up, he led her into the bedroom, pausing to collect their clothes first.

'So,' he inquired. 'Where are we going?'

She cocked her head. 'Where would you go at this time of night?'

'To a bar,' he answered. 'Where would you go?'

'Same,' she returned. 'So, let's go to a bar.'

'Which one?' he continued, wary of a night out planned by a former assassin.

'You choose,' she allowed.

His mind immediately began to run through all the possible options, weighing them up against each other. He desperately wanted this to be the perfect date with the perfect woman. Ziva had already accomplished the second part so it was up to him to deliver on his task and he intended to do just that.

Ziva left him to his thoughts and crossed over to her unpacked boxes of clothes. 'Where have you decided?' she called over her shoulder.

'It's a secret,' he answered.

She sighed, sifting through the neatly folded clothes. 'You need to tell me something, at least, so that I know what to wear,' she explained.

'Wear something dressy, classy, sexy,' he replied, feeling a familiar throbbing threaten to resume as he pictured Ziva in her backless blue dress that she wore in Morocco. If she could reveal as much skin as that again, he was in for a wild night.

'Out the room,' she ordered, shooing him into the living room.

'Why? You are already naked,' he protested.

'Yes,' she called through the closed door. 'But, this has to be a surprise.'

He scowled petulantly and tried again. 'I need to get dressed too,' he argued.

She relented and opened the door, letting him in. 'Quickly,' she warned. 'Or I'll throw you out again.'

He flung open the wardrobe doors and brought out a tuxedo, holding it against himself in the mirror. 'What do you think?' he asked, striking a pose. 'Very James Bond?'

She chuckled at his childish antics and pushed him out the room again. 'It looks very nice,' she replied.

'Thanks,' he shouted through the closed door, beaming proudly. He pushed all fantasies of Ziva's dress aside and focused on getting dressed himself. He was just straightening his jacket when the door opened. He held his breath, waiting to see what she had prepared for him.

An extra long chapter for you: over 2,000 words. Maybe I'll get more reviews to reward all my hard work... At the time of finishing this, I had no reviews for Chapter 10. Perhaps that will have changed. I could do with all the help I can get. If you have a specific idea for an event or chapter, let me know. I have managed to get through to the twelfth chapter but I am still on their third day of being engaged. I would like to carry this one on and develop the plot a lot, but I usually get stuck after a while and lose interest. I am determined not to let that happen to me on this one so any ideas/ help would be useful. I always credit people if I use their ideas, even just to give me inspiration. My author's notes are getting longer and longer, I think I need to shut up now.