So I decided to cut out the reception, just because it would take too long and probably be boring the way I wrote it. Sorry if you wanted that, I guess you'll just have to use your imagination. ;)
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to present to you Mr. and Mrs. DiNozzo!"
Standing in Ziva's apartment, Tony could only smile as those magical words rang through his head. It was 0100 in the morning, and he and Ziva had just returned from a wonderful reception, (a gift from Eli David, who was still trying to patch his relationship with Ziva) filled with beautiful speeches, great food, and magnificent dancing, all of which had extended long into the night. Now the newlyweds were in Ziva's apartment, which they were sharing for the time being, trying to finish packing before their 0700 flight to their honeymoon vacation. After a great deal of thought, the couple had chosen to go to Hawaii. They both had traveled around the world a great deal, but had yet to see some of the sights of their own country. So Hawaii had been the answer.
Because of the early flight, Tony and Ziva didn't try to get any sleep, but rather stayed up to make sure they packed everything that they needed. At 0530, Gibbs, Ducky, McGee and Abby, still a bit punch-drunk from the reception, showed up at the apartment and drove the couple and their luggage to the airport. When they arrived, the team unloaded the newlywed's luggage, wished them well, and saw them off to the security line. Tony and Ziva got through without incident, (Ziva had reluctantly left her weapons in her suitcase) and in no time at all, they were airborne. As soon as the safety procedures had been gone through, the exhausted couple promptly fell asleep, snuggling together.
Several hours later, Tony was rudely awakened by a loud, obnoxious snore. For a moment his sleep-fogged brain struggled to comprehend where he was, but then he remembered. The loud, familiar snore sounded again and, very aware of the other passenger's glares, Tony turned to his sleeping wife.
"Zi." He whispered. No response. "Zi!" he said again, a little louder. Nothing. "Ziva!" he growled, shaking her shoulder. At that, Ziva's eyes snapped open, and at the same time her hand flew up and grabbed Tony's wrist. Biting back a yelp, Tony spoke through gritted teeth. "Ziva… it's… just… me… please… let… GO!" The last word was several octaves higher. Ziva sheepishly released his wrist and yawned.
"I am sorry. Did you need something, Ahava?"
"You were snoring, Zi. And I think we're almost there." Tony rubbed his sore wrist. Ziva kissed it, and then busied herself by pulling their carry-ons together as the pilot came over the intercom and announced their approach to Honolulu.
Two hours later, Tony and Ziva where checked into their luxury hotel, and were settling into their beautiful suite. By then it was dusk, and rather than having to get dressed up to go out and eat, the couple chose to have a quiet, private dinner in their room. Ziva was cooking in their full-sized kitchen as Tony set the table and poured champagne. The couple sat down to eat.
"Zi," Tony said, forgetting that his mouth was full of delicious Israeli salad. He swallowed, and then continued. "How would you like to go for a swim tonight? Just you, me and the ocean?" Ziva's eyes sparkled and she smirked.
"Perhaps it will not be just a swim, yes?" She reached over and lightly traced a finger down Tony's arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. Tony suddenly felt as if his pants had shrunk two sizes. He gulped.
"Oh Sweetcheeks, you have no idea." he breathed.
Nighttime. The full moon shone brightly, lighting the way for two figures walking arm-in-arm down the deserted beach. A trail of footprints snaked behind them in the pale sand. Tony found a semi-secluded area near some rocks that was hidden from sight, but still offered a full view of the calm, reflective ocean. He spread out a blanket on the sand and pulled off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Ziva did the same with her cover-up, showing a two-piece bikini underneath, something she never would have worn during the day because it exposed her back. Her scars showed stark against her skin in the moonlight.
"Ready for a swim, Zee-vah?" Tony asked. Ziva turned to face him, and Tony noticed an animal gleam in her eyes, a half-second before she rushed forward and enveloped his mouth in hers. The two mouths worked hungrily at one another for several minutes, and then they pulled apart. As they did, Tony could hear Ziva's breathing turn ragged, to match his own.
"I guess that's a no?" he asked, holding her face.
"Tony… please… I've waited too long for this…" Ziva's accent had grown thick with her desire, and her eyes were black. She swiftly engulfed him in another passionate kiss, and that was all Tony needed. His hands found the ties of her suit as her hands found the hem of his, and the two were undressed in seconds, and had sunk onto the blanket. Suddenly Tony pulled back. Ziva grabbed at him, but he held her hands with his own and she cursed in Hebrew.
"Take it easy Zi! I just want to take a good look at you! I want to see all of you, beautiful one." Ziva settled back as Tony released her hands and followed Tony's adoring gaze with a small smile. However, it wasn't long before her patience wore out.
"Tony! Please…" she hissed as she dug her nails into his side. "I need you… need you in me…" Tony couldn't contain himself any longer. He carefully positioned himself above her, and then slowly entered Ziva's center. For a long time the still night was punctured by the sounds of their lovemaking, and then there was one final scream and moan of pleasure. The newlyweds collapsed in each other's arms, breathing heavily. Ziva placed her mouth next to Tony's ear.
"Are you ready for that swim now, Ahava?" she whispered. Tony smiled a predator's smile, and before Ziva knew it, he had swept her up in his arms, bridal style, and carried her into the surf, ignoring her yelp of protest. They swam around for a bit, and then met up in each other's arms, gazing lovingly into the other's eyes. Tony grinned yet again, shifted his arms so that he was holding Ziva's hips, and watched her eyes widen as he entered her again. Several minutes later, the tired couple staggered back up onto the beach, dressed, gathered their belongings, and wearily walked back to their room. They undressed, not bothering to dress into pajamas, and then stumbled into the bed. Tony wrapped his strong arms around Ziva.
"Goodnight my beautiful one." he whispered, half-asleep already.
"Goodnight my ahava." Ziva murmured as she cuddled closer to him.
Tony was the first to wake the next morning, rays of sunlight warming his bare back. He carefully unwrapped his arms from around Ziva, and then propped himself up, taking in the beauty of her slumbering form. He drank in the sight of her dark curls cascading on the pillow, her peaceful face and her graceful body rising and falling with each gentle breath. He grinned. How had he managed to marry such a wonderful woman? Leaning over, he kissed Ziva on the brow. Her chocolate eyes opened, and she yawned.
"Morning Zi." Tony murmured, running a hand through her hair. Ziva muttered something incomprehensible, and then wrapped her hand in Tony's hair and her mouth around his. Tony moaned and rolled over, and the two became one yet again. When they had finished, Tony began to idly trace his finger around Ziva's gunshot wound. Suddenly he snorted and shook his head.
"What is it, Tony?" Ziva asked.
"I just can't believe that something so destructive actually brought us closer together." Tony stopped tracing Ziva's scar and instead began to rub her side. Ziva covered the wound.
"Every storm has a silver lining, yes?" she asked.
"Every cloud has a silver lining, but you're right." Tony wove his fingers in Ziva's. "I love you Ziva."
"I love you too, Tony."
Six days later, an exhausted but happy couple touched down in D.C. As they left the baggage claim and headed towards the waiting Gibbs, Ducky, McGee and Abby, the sounds of a light-hearted argument could be heard.
"I'm just saying, Zi, I don't think you need four guns and six knives for a vacation!"
"You can never be too careful Tony! You should know tha…" Ziva was cut off by Abby's hug and squeal of delight.
"OhmyGod! I missed you guys so much! How was it?"
"It was wonderful, Abby." Ziva said as Abby released her and attacked Tony.
"You have to tell me everything! Was the weather good? What'd you guys do? Did you see Colonel Mann? You didn't stay in your room the whole time, did you? Did you get tons of pictures?" As Abby rambled on, Gibbs, Ducky and McGee helped the couple with their baggage and the joyful team left the airport.
From behind a pillar, a pair of ice-cold black eyes followed Tony and Ziva as they left the building. A gloved hand closed around the butt of a gun concealed in a coat, and a pair of lips pulled back into to reveal white teeth bared in a feral grin.
"Enjoy your honeymoon while you still can, Ziva David, because it won't be long before I come for you, and this time I'll make sure you're dead." the man hissed under his breath.
As the happy couple passed through the doors leading outside, Melek Biram tuned and melted into the crowd.
Ahava: 'Love'
HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It's been a while since I've done a cliffhanger!
So I'm no good at writing sex scenes, and this is only rated T, so that's that. Anyway, I wanted to make this more about the loving connection between the two.
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