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Part 1

Summer Games

Chapter 12

"You smell like salt." Ziva told Tony as she patted her hair dry with a towel, coming out of the bathroom. Tony had let Ziva take a shower first as he picked out a movie to watch that night.

"That makes sense because, you know, we did just come back from the beach." Ziva had a towel wrapped around her, and it gave Tony a perfect view of her freshly-shaven, tanned legs. Ziva went to sit on the bed, and Tony came to sit next to her and put an arm around her, but she pushed him away.

"Not until you take a shower." She declared, and he went to get up, giving her a firm kiss before he did so. She swatted his butt with the towel she was drying her hair with, and he smiled as he walked to the bathroom. Tony winked at her before closing the door behind him, and she rolled her eyes.

Ziva felt so comfortable sitting on the bed in her towel. She was feeling a little lazy. She didn't want to get up and change her clothes, so she began to wander around their suite some more. She noticed the movie Tony had selected on top of the DVD player, and she picked it up, analyzing it.

THE PRINCESS BRIDE

Ziva had never seen the movie before. She heard the shower stop running, so she set the movie back where she found it and awaited Tony's arrival into the suite. He came out with a towel wrapped around his waist to get his clothes.

"You still not dressed yet?" he asked.

"No."

"You plan on getting dressed?"

"I don't know." She said.

"Okay."

"Your hair is still covered in sand." She said, walking towards him and running her fingers through his hair.

"No, it's not." He argued, and he brought his hands up to his hair and they brushed against Ziva's, and when he looked in her eyes to laugh because she was right, something darkened in her eyes at the contact.

Tony gripped her hands in his and pulled them down to directly in front of their waists, almost as if he was restraining himself from coming closer to her. She smiled at his attempt to regain self-control, but she would not give up that easily.

She brought their intertwined hands up to her lips, and she kissed Tony's knuckles. He closed his eyes and desperately tried to stop the shudder that surged through his entire body.

She took a step closer to him and disconnected their hands. She took hers and she used them as tools to make Tony surrender to her control. She brushed them up from his wrists, swept them to his elbows, created a path to his shoulders, and from there, her hands met in the middle of his chest, and Ziva kissed Tony's collarbone, which was only about two inches above where her hands remained.

When Ziva's hands drifted away from Tony's to begin pursuing other parts of his body, he was left with free hands and a beautiful, nearly naked woman, who he just so happened to be in love with, in front of him, and she was beginning to make clear that she was ready for this. His hands were automatically attracted to her hips, and as her hands became bored of Tony's chest, they traveled north, and she snaked her arms around his neck, her fingers connecting at the nape and playing with his hair.

Tony leaned his head forward, and his lips met Ziva's with such an overwhelming, sensual, passion that they were both at the kiss's mercy. The kiss victimized them and nearly brought them both on their knees, and when they were forced to break away for air, they both silently cursed creation for making oxygen a necessity.

Ziva's fingertips were lost in Tony's sandy brown hair, and the grains of sand leftover from his shower were nonexistent in her mind. Tony was still not ready to surrender to Ziva's control, even though she was driving him crazy, and he had a throbbing erection to prove it.

Tony pulled her into another breathtaking kiss, and when they pulled back, he kissed her cheek, her jaw, and he planted several small kisses onto her neck. His arms had left her hips and wrapped themselves around her lower back, and he focused on sucking the sweet smelling skin of her neck. He gently nipped the area, and Ziva could not suppress the moan that escaped her swollen lips.

Tony smiled against her collarbone with a smirk of success, but it was short-lived as he realized her moan had gone straight to his raging, hard cock.

Ziva could feel Tony's erection poking at her stomach, and she released one hand from her boyfriend's hair and slowly began the descent to his hard-on. When her finger brushed against his length through his towel, he groaned, so Ziva repeated the action harder and harder until Tony pressed his forehead against her collarbone, allowing himself to bask in the pleasure she could create.

After a minute or two of Ziva's torturous, yet pleasurable actions, he felt her hands at the top of his towel, and in one swift movement, his towel was a pool around his ankles. When he realized what she had done, they both grinned mischievously at each other.

Tony brought his head back down to her collarbone and kissed every inch of skin south until he reached the top of her soft, white towel. His hands went to her ass and gently squeezed it before giving the top of her exposed chest one kiss and looking up to Ziva with pleading eyes, silently asking if she was still okay with this.

Ziva stared into Tony's eyes as his hands drifted from her butt to the top of her back as he held her.

No turning back.

But, who said she wanted to?

She gave Tony a nod, and he dug his fingers into the top of the towel, pulling it from Ziva's body and watching in amazement as the fabric fell to the floor, forgotten about in an instant.

Tony was mesmerized by the sight in front of him, and he promised himself to make sure Ziva knew how much he respected and loved her body. He had never appreciated waiting until he met Ziva, and now everything was perfect. The thousand year wait was up.

Tony hoisted Ziva up, and her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, hugging him closely. Tony had one hand on her lower back and the other on her right shoulder as he brought his lips to her ear.

"You are beautiful." He whispered to her, and her breath caught in her throat as she felt the hot air blown into her ear. She couldn't even respond to his words as she had wanted to.

Tony carried Ziva to the bed and gently lowered her onto it, carefully climbing above her. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips before bringing his head to her stomach, just above her pussy, and he surprised her when instead of going south, like she thought he would, his lips traveled north, parting for his tongue along the way.

Tony wanted to memorize every contour, every dimple, every freckle on her body, and as Tony's lips arrived just below Ziva's breasts, his hands reached for hers. She took them and began panting when his lips kissed each nipple.

"Tony." She uttered as his lips traced the outline of each breast, taking a good amount of time to take note of every detail. He took his hands back from Ziva to massage her breasts, and as he did so, he leaned down to kiss Ziva once more, passionately and lovingly.

Her tongue found its way to Tony's lips, and he instantly parted them for her. Neither one of them had surrendered to each other yet, and their tongues went to battle, fighting for dominance, never retreating or progressing.

During their shared French kisses, Tony's hands were still kneading Ziva's breasts, and Ziva's fingertips were lightly scratching the skin on Tony's sides, down to his thighs, and back up again.

When they pulled back from the kiss, Tony removed his body from above Ziva, and she missed the feel of him on top of her.

He knelt down before her form, still lying on the bed, and he began to pay more attention to the bottom half of her body. When he did, he noticed a mark on Ziva's left hip. Upon further examination, he noticed the mark was a brand of SU with a circle around the letters. When Tony paused, Ziva knew that he had found it.

"It was Saleem Ulman's way of documenting his victims." She told him, and he didn't say anything like Ziva expected him to. All he did was softly kiss the brand twice, and this brought a smile to Ziva's face.

From her hip, he kissed Ziva's thigh, and he moved his lips to he left, right above her pussy. He kissed the area, and as his tongue darted out of his mouth to taste her soft skin, her gorgeous lips that were just beckoning for him to enter, he brought a finger inside of her, and her sharp intake of breath as she adjusted was nothing compared to the grunt she emitted when Tony pushed a second finger into her.

He noticed how wet she was, and he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her. He thought it was the sexiest thing in the world when Ziva began riding his fingers, and right before she was about to climax, he removed his fingers.

"Tony." She began to threaten.

"What?" he asked as he licked all of the moisture off of his fingers right in front of Ziva. He brought himself back on top of her to give her a few more kisses, and he wasn't too surprised when Ziva flipped them over.

Judging by the devilish look in her eyes, he was going to suffer. She would torture him, and she would take a lot of pleasure in her torture. She kissed his lips, and then abruptly moved them to his ear, like he had previously done.

"You," she whispered, "are at my mercy."

He shivered at the contact and her words.

Ziva loved Tony's chest, and she took her sweet time kissing it, gently nipping his nipples, running her tongue across his chest hair.

When her tongue reached the middle of his chest, it started going down his stomach instead, and just when she was close to the area Tony wanted her attention the most, she stopped.

"Ziva." He whined.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Please." He said.

"Now, who's impatient?" and when he least expected it, he felt her lips on his throbbing cock, and as he let out a groan at the sudden touch, her lips parted, and she took his tip in her mouth, and he had to resist the urge to thrust into her mouth right then and there.

She noticed his struggle and chuckled against his erection before blowing on it. If possible, he got even harder as she blew on him, and then she took him completely in her mouth.

"Ziva."

"Hmm?" she hummed innocently, and Tony pulled her body up on top of his. He firmly kissed her lips.

"I love you." He whispered against her lips.

"I love you, too."

They both gasped when he entered her, and they immediately adjusted to each other, as if it was a perfect fit. Tony thrust in and out, and Ziva matched every one of his movements perfectly.

When they came, they came together, in a flurry of grunts, moans, sweaty sheets, and each other's names erupting in screams from their lips.

Neither Tony nor Ziva had the strength to move from their current position, so they just held each other, Ziva on top of Tony, snuggling into his chest, and he kissed her head several times. When her breathing evened out, and he realized she was asleep, he couldn't help but think about how much he loved the woman lying next to him.

Sleep fell upon him, not long after. Ziva woke up in the middle of the night, and when she noticed that they were both naked in bed, the events replayed in her head. There was not a single regret in her mind. Ziva was just happy that she had not dreamed the whole thing.

She no longer had a doubt that she loved Tony with all her heart. She lightly kissed his check as he slept, and this small action seemed to wake him up.

"I'm sorry. I did not mean to wake you." She said.

"It's fine."

"I was just thinking."

"Please tell me you were not regretting last night." His eyes were wide open now, and they stared into hers with absolute desperation, and a need for caffeine.

"Of course not. Not for a second, Tony."

"Then, what were you thinking about?"

"Last night."

"Anything in particular you like?" he teased.

"You know I will not answer that."

"Why not?"

"You will let it go to your head." She accused.

"No, it won't." Ziva rolled her eyes, and he could tell she had woken up in a slightly playful mood. He loved that mood. He loved being able to tease her a little bit. "Come on, Ziva. Just tell me one thing." She thought about turning him down for a minute, but eventually gave in to his request.

"Only if you tell me something next."

"So, we're playing this game again?"

"I suppose so."

"I have never trusted anyone more with my body." She told him, and he took a minute to appreciate the significance of this. Trust was not an easy thing for Ziva, and he knew that she didn't trust every man she had ever slept with, but hell, Tony couldn't even recall the names of every woman he had ever slept with, but he knew one thing.

"No one has ever driven me so crazy with only a few movements and kisses, and by the way, you have the best kisses in the world. God, your kisses should come with a warning label." She smiled. "Your turn." He reminded her.

"When you kissed the brand on my hip, I think I fell in love with you even more."

"Does the brand hurt you, Ziva?" he asked her.

"No, it does not hurt anymore."

"I didn't think I saw any other scars. Did I miss any?" he wondered. She shook her head, and he felt this against his shoulder, which was currently cradling her head.

"I was beaten and starved, but that was the only thing that stuck. I am just thankful it is easy to cover. Even my bikini covers it."

"It's different for me." He told her, pulling her slightly closer to him.

"How so?" she wondered.

"It just reminds me that someone almost took you away from me. It makes me realize how lucky I am that I got another chance to tell you how I feel, and I'm not blowing it. Now, if I want to tell you I love you, you better be damn sure I'm gonna tell you I love you. I'm angry that you had to go through this, but to know that you survived and you came back to me, I don't ever want to lose a chance again."

She placed a soft kiss to his lips, cupping his cheek with one of her hands.

"You will not lose me." She assured him.

"You promise?" he asked her.

"I promise that I will do everything in my power to always come back to you."

"I promise I will always protect you, so it doesn't have to come to that."

They seemed like reasonable promises at the time.

So, this is the first time I've ever written smut. Please, tell me what you thought about it. I spent some time studying smut to make sure I was pleased with what I had written. I just think you guys deserve this, but it was very difficult for me to write, so maybe there will be some more in the future, maybe not, but I hoped you liked this chapter. I'll be back tomorrow.

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