Author's note:
OK, first of all – I'M TRULY SORRY it took for so long to update but honestly, I was totally immersed in my studying, always completely worn out in the evenings that I wasn't able to write a single word and then the week after my finals, I was just sleeping and sleeping. Anyway, I finished the chapter – it's a pretty long one, so I hope it might be a compensation for the waiting, so here it is!
Thank you, Guest reviewers, for your contributions. Your impatience tells me how much love you have for this story and I'm really happy with that. Forgive me, please, that you had to wait for so long. I really wanted to deliver my best.
To Debbie – thank you so much for your patience and your friendship. I'm glad the package arrived in one piece. :)
My dear amaia – you're certainly welcome. I can't let people to be angry with my dear McGee – geek to geek, nerd to nerd. I have too much in common with him. And don't worry, there's no need to strangle Abby. ;) I will handle it with care.
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And because I got my Master's degree, thus I graduated from university, I want to thank all of you for supporting me in my finals and my school career. You were amazing throughout all those years and I'm grateful for that. Thanks a lot.
The greatest thanks of all belong to my Mum, of course, for endlessly supporting me for my whole student career, not only psychologically but also financially. She is the most amazing and the strongest person I've ever had the chance to admire. Thank you, Mum. For everything.
This chapter is then dedicated to my surrogate sister Athena. Not only for supporting me, as well, during the last few months which she did amazingly, but also for being such a great person. You inspired me in so many ways during writing this chapter (and not only this one) and I am so grateful to you for many things. You know what I mean. XOXO
Huge thanks also belong to you, Eve, because you were one of my solid rocks in those final exams times as well.
Also, I want to congratulate the amazing girl to whom this story is dedicated – my dear friend, Jasmin. I'm truly happy for you and I wish you all the happiness in the world. Thank you for letting me to participate and help you in your decisions. :)
Anyway, onward with the chapter! I see that you are all very angry with Abby or McGee or with both. But don't worry – I have no intention to let them enter any room while our pair will do certain things. I may be cruel but not that much. Let's just say that neither Tony, nor Ziva have to know about the visit of those two nosey friends of theirs. ;) You'll see what I mean when I deliver you the chapter. But for now, enjoy this one and I don't think I have to put here any warning about M rating, right?
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Towel – Chapter 20
Tony breathed out deeply, wiping off the sweat from his forehead. He had run up the stairs in a record time, but he felt surprisingly well. He checked the elevator and was pleased when he saw that it had just reached the first floor, which meant he had beaten it and had enough time to get inside his room. He took action immediately, taking off his tie and throwing it on the bed, not even bothering with turning on the lights.
He didn't want to stay in the room for too long. Once he had gotten rid of his tie, he opened the door inside his room and stepped into Ziva's, undoing the buttons on the collar of his shirt. His timing was brilliant. He had seen Ziva talking with Abby in the bar and watched them from the reasonable distance, taking the stairs when he had seen that Ziva had left and was waiting for the elevator.
He hadn't heard what they had been talking about and, to be honest, he wasn't interested in some girl's talk. He had just wanted her to leave the bar and go back into her room, so they could be together. To his luck, she had done exactly that and hadn't visited the lounge at all. He exhaled happily, glad that they would be finally alone, and, hopefully without any more interruptions.
Ziva went out of the elevator into the hallway, thoughtfully sauntering in the direction of her room. She tried to find the best way how to get Tony out of the lounge so he could follow her up here without raising any suspicion. She wanted to tell him what she felt for him and that she was ready for a serious relationship. She wanted to resume the talk they had been having on the terrace and let him convince her to give them the chance.
She stopped suddenly, turning to face the door of Tony's room. Wondering whether he might anticipate her desire to avoid the after party in the lounge, she raised her hand in an attempt to knock on the door. However, her hand dropped by her side after a moment, knowing that if Tony were there, he would already have her in his arms.
She sighed and approached the next door that lead into her room. She opened it and stepped inside, feeling relieved to be in a relative silence. Turning around, she closed the door and took off her shoes, stretching the muscles on her neck while stifling a yawn. Once her shoes landed on the floor, a pair of hands unexpectedly sneaked around her waist before she could even react. Thus, her ninja senses betrayed her.
"Tony." She gasped both in surprise and in pleasure when she felt his fingers on her skin. He was pressing her body to his own warm, muscular form with a familiar scent.
"Hi, there, my goddess." He greeted her with a whisper into her ear, tickling her stomach slightly while she covered his hands with hers, not able to stifle a giggle.
He didn't expect it, but his body started to immediately react to her closeness. Until now, he had been masterful in controlling himself. But now, they were finally alone, back in the room where it all had started. On top of that, he was sure that no one was nearby, thus no interruptions should occur. And it hit him what sort of dress she was wearing. His libido just naturally reacted to the beauty he was holding in his arms.
He couldn't resist nipping her earlobe from behind, being rewarded with that delicious moan he had gotten addicted to. But she broke the magic of the moment when she turned around in his embrace, so she could face him. Paradoxically, she had created a whole new magic moment between them when they looked at each other, while the dim moonlight illuminated the room faintly.
"What are you doing here? You scared the hell out of me." She asked him, but her voice wasn't annoyed or accusing at all. She was surprised to see him, of course, but she also didn't have to think about how to get him into her room anymore. He was already here.
He gave her one of his best smiles, embracing her more tightly to press their chests even closer together. "What do you think? Or did you think that I wouldn't look for you when you didn't show up in the lounge?" He asked her, quite curious about the answer, while trying not to see something more behind the way her heart was hammering in her chest.
"I actually counted on it." She answered shyly, for some unknown reason. She was probably feeling ashamed about what he'd had to think about her when she hadn't arrived at the lounge.
She lowered her gaze, hiding her rosy cheeks. Maybe it had been presumptuous from her that she had assumed his need to find her so self-assuredly. When Abby had decided to search for her, though, she had expected Tony to accompany her. But it seemed that he had been waiting for her here for quite a while. Thus, he had probably been more presumptuous than she had.
She looked up at him after this realization, wanting to ask him how he had known that she had been on her way here. But she didn't manage to let out a word when she saw him staring at her. Once more, the gaze of his was so overwhelming, and it made her feel both familiar and not-yet-known feelings she was just discovering, that it rooted her to the floor and left her completely speechless.
"If that's so, why don't you rather say 'hi' to me, instead of yelling at me for breaking into your room, hm?" He asked her, affectionately playing with her curls while still pressing her body to his with his other hand.
She could only watch as his fingers that were weaving through her hair, touched her neck, causing goose bumps to rise up there. He traced the line of her jaw, firmly catching her by her chin and he leaned down. She met him halfway in a kiss. Once their lips joined, she was completely lost in the sensations, responding to the sweetness of his mouth with an ardent fervour.
Her hands, that had been grasping his arms until now, moved on their own accord up to his neck, wrapping them around it to bring him closer and express her greetings in the best way she could. He hummed appreciatively upon feeling how she traced the line of his lips with her tongue, demanding entrance into his mouth. He didn't give it to her right away, though.
But when she slid her hands down his chest, taking him by the lapels of his jacket and tugged on it, he obediently opened his mouth and intertwined his tongue with hers. He could taste the bittersweet citrus flavour in her mouth, liking that it felt so fresh. Putting his hands on her hips, caressing her skin through the gaps in between the straps of her dress, he knew that she hadn't changed her mind about her feelings. Contrarily, it seemed that they had deepened.
She broke the kiss before it could turn to something more because she wanted keep her word and finish the conversation. "Hi." She whispered breathlessly with closed eyes. She licked her lips to memorize the taste.
Batting her eyelashes, she looked up at him, not at all surprised with the desire she could see there. What had happened between them so far didn't satisfy their cravings enough, so there was no wonder why they both wanted more and more. Especially with their bodies pressed together so they could feel the heat between them. The tension was becoming unbearable.
Tony, however, managed to apply what was remaining out of his self-restraint and kissed her lightly once more, holding her just in his arms afterwards and watching her radiant face. "Hope Abby didn't tire you with her talking." He remarked, rubbing her arms. He wanted this night to last for eternity, and knew that sleeping was out of the question for now.
She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering how he knew that she had been talking with Abby, but then she realized that he had probably noticed them at the bar together before he had come up to wait for her. "No, she was just worried about me. We talked it through and she actually helped me realize something." She answered, wanting to get to the main topic and tell him what she had become aware of.
Tony, apparently, had different plans for the time being, because he leaned down and nuzzled her neck, taking a step forward which made Ziva to take a step backwards. "And what was that?" He whispered his question into her ear in a husky voice, his libido getting the better of him. He needed to feel her and make love to her. After all, they had the whole night for discussions.
She moaned because she couldn't fight the desire that dominated her body, and she tilted her head to give him better space for him to do whatever he pleased with her neck. It was so easy to get carried away when he was touching her. She let him to guide her to the bed, trying to get together some reply. It was hard, though, because everything in her mind went blank when he started to suck on her pulse point.
"That we still have a lot of things to talk about, Tony." She managed to get out, finally recuperating and snapping out of the erotic haze.
To be sure that she wouldn't fall for his seduction attempts again, she extracted herself from his embrace, turning around and switching on the table lamp on the bedside table. The moonlight was nice and all, but she welcomed some normal kind of light in the room. Turning around to face him, she looked up at him determinedly, wanting to show him that she was willing to talk about everything so that they could be finally together.
Tony stared at her in the meantime, biting his lip thoughtfully. He understood the need of finishing the talk between them and when Ziva wasn't trying to avoid it for once, it had to be a good sign. So, there was nothing to be afraid of. However, his self-control was not working at the moment and all he could think about was the way she looked tonight. The fact that the bed was just within reach wasn't helping, either. He wanted her and he wanted her badly. Now.
"And as I remember, it was you who pointed out that we can always talk later." He nudged her nose, taking her into his arms again, not wanting to be turned down.
His lips found her pulse point without hesitation, already knowing where it was and what he had to do to make her lose her mind. She couldn't stop the moan that was forming deep inside her throat, burying her fingers into his hair, allowing herself to be pleased by his displays of affection. It wasn't easy to behave responsibly, especially after what she had admitted to herself.
"Tony, I'm being serious. As much as I want to..." She begged him to give her a chance to tell him her thoughts, and then they could give in to the mutual desire.
She was cut off, however, as Tony pulled back to look at her, putting a finger on her lips to silence her. "I'm being serious, too. The most important thing for me is – do you love me?" He asked her, watching her eyes widen. He could sense that she had come to some conclusion and he just hoped that it had been favourable to their relationship.
He was wondering whether she wanted to run off again, by any chance. So, maybe it was the time to stop hiding behind words like 'likewise'. She either loved him or not. He wanted to know where they were standing. He understood that it wasn't the easiest thing to say, but she had managed to admit it before. It couldn't be any harder now. If she felt the same way, he wanted for her to feel the same relief he had felt when he had said it.
Ziva stared at him, preparing for the moment to tell those three words. She was sure about her love for him, and after the talk with Abby, she wanted to shout it from the rooftops. And most of all, she wanted to tell him. She could see that he didn't dare to breathe, waiting for her answer. And she didn't have any strength to deny her love anymore.
She opened her mouth, but he suddenly cut her off one more time. "And be honest. At least with yourself." He remarked, hoping that his demand would be granted. She needed to stop lying to herself and all he wanted was to help her in it.
She sighed with a small smile on her lips, completely getting his concerns about her honesty towards him. She hadn't been honest with him many times before and he had a very good reason to suspect her potential effort to lie and hide. But she didn't want to be like that anymore. Affectionately, she raised her hand and cupped his cheek, gently caressing his ear with her fingers.
"I am being honest. Although I still don't understand how it happened and how it is possible, I can't hide the fact that yes, I do love you." She said, her voice trembling a bit. But the words had come out very smoothly and easily. And she wasn't even surprised by her sincerity and openness. It just felt natural.
He awarded her confession with a wide grin that testified enough how pleased he was with it. It was that 'I'm-madly-in-love-with-you' grin with a light hint of his classic DiNozzo dazzling smile that made her go weak in her knees. She felt the relief wash over her but she wasn't finished with her little speech.
"And I'm proud of it. I know that I'm hard nut to crack but luckily... having you in my life, the persistent person who always patiently waits for me, is like a fairytale." She confessed more, looking directly into his eyes and weaving her fingers through his hair while watching him smile widely with a hint of a blush in his cheeks.
However, hearing herself to say the word 'fairytale', she immediately associated it with happy endings. Something that was so typical for fairytales, but that wasn't destined for her. She had tried to gain her happy ending a few times in the past, but every time, it had ended up disastrously. She felt the need to warn Tony, so he would know what he was getting himself into.
Lowering her head, she slipped her hands down, taking his and caressing his palms with her thumbs. "I so much want to believe in happy endings, Tony. I just can't stop the feeling that it will be taken away from me." She uttered wistfully, fighting back the tears in her eyes. This wasn't a good time for crying. However, imagining her life without him, the tears were just unstoppable.
His grin turned into a contended smile, because the corners of his mouth had started to hurt. Despite her sudden sadness, he couldn't feel any happier. After all, she had just told him that she loved him. Nevertheless, he understood that they still had a lot of things to talk about and resolve. But she didn't seem to be in a state to do so without a nervous breakdown. She needed assurance and certainty.
He put a finger under her chin to lift it back up, caressing her cheek gently and watching her gloomy eyes. "It won't. I will do everything to ensure your happy ending, I swear." He told her, leaning in and kissing her tenderly on the lips, sealing their love with a sweet lip-lock.
"That is why we need to finish the talk." She reminded him in a whisper after they broke the kiss, even though her only desire at the moment was to deepen it and get carried away by the sensations. This man and his kiss were doing miracles to her body.
He leaned his forehead against hers, lovingly raking her hair as he sighed wearily, but still decisively. "I know." He agreed with her, pulling away to look into her eyes. He could see that she wasn't as fine as she might claim.
"Sit." He beckoned her over with his hand and she obediently sat on the bed. He kneeled in front of her, touching her calves lightly with his fingers to which she reacted with a bite on her lip to stop herself from moaning.
There was a moment of silence as he pondered exactly what to say. "I'm aware that we need to talk about serious and significant things, Ziva. I love you and I don't want to push you into anything." He spoke up with patience.
He didn't want to force her to do something she wasn't ready for. He didn't want her to feel obliged to either talk or make love to him. He wanted her to do so only because she really wanted to. He just intended to rectify his demanding behaviour from the afternoon and this evening. Now that he knew what she really felt for him, he was certain that she wouldn't try to run away. So, if she needed time, he was willing to give her that.
"But if we are supposed to handle this conversation without any more drama – and I think we've both had enough of that today – you need to relax. To release the tension. All I want for you is to be happy." He told her, affectionately looking into her eyes, seeing that they gleamed with unshed tears.
He didn't want to leave entirely. He just wanted wait for her to be calm and balanced, so she would be sure of what she wanted and so she would stop being tense or afraid of what the possible outcome of this conversation might be. They could just lie on the bed in each other's arms and watch a movie for now. They had the whole night to themselves to talk, and maybe making love. After the emotional rollercoaster they had been through so far, he wanted them to have a tranquil rest of the day.
"But, I am happy." She tried to protest weakly, playing nervously with her fingers in her lap, lowering her eyes to hide the half-lie. The truth was that her heart was still seized by the fear she felt because of the possible, disastrous consequences that could occur if their relationship failed.
Tony leaned his body against her legs as he reached for her head, cupping her face and lifting her gaze back to him. "No, you're not. You're on the verge of tears." He disagreed, wiping away the wetness on her cheeks because a few drops had fallen down from the corners of her eyes.
She sobbed lightly, completely confused with her own behaviour. She didn't know why she felt like crying, but it was stronger than her. Although she'd just told a man she loved about her feelings, she just couldn't stop the tears. At least she knew that it wasn't caused by just fear – her inner sadness and general sorrow she sometimes felt because of her fate – but there was also a huge part of happiness. Happiness that he was bringing into her life.
"And I want to see that enchanting smile that made my head spin the moment I saw it." He said, trying to insinuate what it looked like when she was really happy. He traced his fingers across her lips, watching as her eyes widened upon hearing the confession.
"I want to hear that delightful laugh I fell in love with the moment I heard it." He continued, smiling when her surprised expression turned into a pleased one, because she was truly flattered with his comments. She even smiled lightly, sending him a 'stop-being-so-sweet' gaze.
"And I want to see the sparkle in your eyes when you are genuinely happy." He finished it with a light caress of the area of her eyes, sensing her melting under his compliments. There was no doubt that she really loved him, because she had never reacted to his attempts to appreciate her personality like that before.
He bowed down, hiding his head in her lap, taking her hands and kissing her fingers lovingly. "All I want is to prove my love for you and make you the happiest person in the world." He whispered, more to himself than to her. But he knew very well that she had to hear it. Not that it mattered, because the truth couldn't be more obvious.
She was completely speechless at his words, because she had never felt as loved as she felt at this very moment. The way he apparently cherished her in his heart was adorable and unbelievable. She didn't feel worthy of it, but he was right about something. It was his choice to fall in love with her, just as it was her choice to do the same. Their hearts wanted each other, no matter the obstacles, problems or potential failure.
She already knew that her love for him was stronger than anything she'd ever felt, including fear. That was why it had been so easy to give in before, and it wasn't any harder to give in now. She was glad that he wanted to avoid the drama and to let things settle, so they both could calm down and talk without any misunderstandings. She liked his idea more than her own to pursue the conversation and resolve things as soon as possible.
She wanted him to be happy, as well. She desired to be the reason for his smile and his entire happiness. She wished to become everything in his life, just as he meant everything in hers. There was no point of denying this fact, despite all her insecurities and worries. She was starting to believe that whatever trouble they might encounter, they would be strong enough to fight the whole world without losing each other.
Reaching her hand into his hair, she weaved it through, making him purr in delight as he lifted his head up, looking at her. Her eyes didn't hold any spark of happiness, but they were filled with pure love, eternal gratefulness and undying affection. A shiver ran down his spine when she moved her hand to the nape of his neck, locking his head in the place, leaning down and seeking his lips.
He responded to her intoxicating kiss immediately, straightening back into his kneeling position while putting his hands on her thighs. She got the hint quickly, parting her legs so he could get even closer to the bed. She didn't have any problems to do so, because the slits of the dress on her sides were practically made for that. She made a mental note to thanks Breena again for making her to buy it.
Once he got in between her legs, though still kneeling on the floor, she sped up the kiss with a passion that she didn't know she had. The mixture of her arousal, unsatisfied cravings, love and general want for this man was causing havoc in her head, forcing her to throw her usually composed demeanour into the wind. Her need to feel him, to have him close to her, smell his scent and feel his arms around her was incredulously enormous. So enormous that she had to have it right now, otherwise she might go crazy.
She locked her arms around his head, literally sucking his lips into her mouth, getting dominated by the unrelenting lust that was driving her actions at the moment. Moaning, when she felt his hands to caress her thighs, she started to take off his jacket to strip him and get what she wanted. He hazily obeyed, completely taken aback by her sudden, passionate attack. He had expected a kiss, but, damn, this was beyond his wildest dreams.
However, when she threw away his jacket and shifted her trembling fingers to the buttons on his shirt, he knew that he had to ask her whether she knew what she was doing or not. This wasn't at all, what he had meant by his earlier statements. Sure, he wanted her to relax, but, even though this was one of the best ways to do so, he needed to know if she was aware of her actions. He didn't want to be accused of taking advantage of her again.
He made use of the fact that her hands were too busy and placed his hands on her face, pulling away from her and taking a deep breath because he was running out of oxygen. She whimpered in protest, not understanding why he had stopped. She tried to get a hold of his lips, but he resisted. He raked her hair gently, which made her to look at him questioningly.
"Are you sure?" He asked her carefully, still trying to catch his breath.
She gave him a dazzling smile, chuckling at his sudden thoughtfulness. It was an unexpected change, considering his behaviour from the afternoon. But it was sweet. "Well, you told me that I needed to release the tension, didn't you?" She told him, licking her lips seductively.
Not even waiting for any reply, she leaned in and joined their lips back together, kissing him furiously and not giving him any chance to defy her. Not that he wanted to. He was totally contended with this direction and didn't have any objections. After all, even though he had managed to suppress his libido for a while to tell her what he'd had in mind, it didn't mean that he had stopped wanting her.
He prevented her hands from starting to work on the buttons from his shirt again, taking her by them as he opened his palms, lacing their fingers together. He stood up, still bending down to keep kissing her because he couldn't get enough of her and, by the way she moaned, presumably protesting against his attempts to rise to his feet, she couldn't get enough of him, either.
Putting his knee on the bed, making her to tilt back, they broke the kiss to take deep breaths. She shuddered upon seeing his lustful eyes and the way the tip of his tongue greedily moistened his lips. The passion burned inside her, wanting to get out. But she kept it locked up, waiting for the right moment to unleash it. She squeezed their sweaty palms to give him a hint that all she was waiting for was for him to take her, right here and now.
He didn't disappoint her, following her lead when she took the initiative. Moving further up on the bed, she took him with her, both of them sharing another set of sweet and heated kisses. She moaned appreciatively when her back finally hit the mattress and his body covered hers, because she loved the feeling of being surrounded by him. He released her hands and she took advantage of it, pulling his shirt out of his pants so she could touch the skin she missed so much.
Tony, on the other hand, started to focus on his main task – getting her out of the dress. He liked it a lot, because she looked like a goddess in it, but it was time to get rid of it and taste what was beneath – her olive skin. He wanted to have her naked, divine body in front of him, shivering with excitement only for him. But he had to deal with one serious, basic problem – he didn't have any idea how to do it.
The dress didn't have any zipper, any kind of lacing or anything he could get hold of and loosen it to strip her off. He couldn't figure out how the hell she had managed to put it on. She couldn't pull it over her head because the hole for the head in the top was too small for it, tightly decorating her neck. As always, Ziva David was still a mystery to him, even though he had thought he knew everything about her.
His attempts to find a way how to get rid of the dress didn't remain unnoticed by her, who started to have great fun with it. She was having problems stifling the giggles when she felt him to scrabble all over her body, trying to find some access, but subsequently giving up. She could feel his frustration because his kiss reflected the anger and hopelessness he felt, adding a violent element into the lip lock.
When he almost bit through her bottom lip, irritated that he wasn't successful, she broke the kiss. Instead of scolding him, she started to laugh at his desperate face, because he didn't realize how adorable he was right now. At first, he didn't understand why she was laughing, furrowing his eyebrows. But the bubbly sound, which had become his favourite a long time ago, made his anger go away.
"I love that laugh." He confessed affectionately, cracking a smile of his own and burying his fingers into her hair to play with her curls.
She sighed with amusement, not being able to stop smiling because she was flattered by his compliment. As always, after all, because this man knew how to pay a compliment very well. "It's nothing special." She answered with a shrug, kneading the muscles on his back, knowing that hiding her rosy cheeks would be impossible.
His face turned serious, but it still held the smile of a person in love. "Every inch of you is special to me." He stated with such open honesty that she couldn't help but shiver, despite the heat that was flooding her body.
Being completely speechless, she repaid him with a nudge of her nose, accepting a passionate kiss that had nothing to do with the preceding lust. The kiss just proved his claim in a gentle and tender way that it made her melt in his arms even more than before. She could feel his love from the way he was touching her, delicately devouring her with his kiss and turning her into a mush.
Slowing down the lip lock, he broke it with a huge smile on his face, loving the way she was responding to him. "But I would welcome your assistance in something, miss David." He told her playfully, the remnants of his frustration scrambling up to the surface. But not in a violent way.
"What is it?" She asked him with a smitten look, sliding her hands up across his back and then raking his hair with her fingers.
He licked his lips, putting his hands on her waist to squeeze it and, also, to touch the cyan blue material that covered her body. "Will you finally tell me how you put this on so I can take it off? Unless the offer for the striptease still holds." He told her, knowing that, without her help, he would probably never get rid of the dress.
She replied with a chuckle, glad that her attire was so mysterious for him. "First of all, you invited yourself for some kind of striptease, but I never agreed to that. So, there will be none." She remarked to clarify things, adding a giggle when she saw his 'disappointed' pout. She wouldn't have had any objections if he had decided to do striptease, but she highly doubted he would agree to that, either.
"Second, I thought that you were Very Special Agent DiNozzo. Your investigation skills should be enough to help you." She teased him further, catching his still-pouting lips with her fingers, not giving up the fun she'd had over his attempts to strip her.
He raised an eyebrow at her, grabbing the cloth threateningly but sending her a sweet, innocent smile. "I can just rip it up, you know." He stated, counting on that she wouldn't love to damage the dress in such a way. After all, his investigation skills sometimes included some of the blackmailing techniques.
He flinched when her palm painfully met with the top of his head in a head slap as she raised her finger in a warning gesture. "Don't you dare! Do you have any idea how much the dress cost?" She reprimanded him sternly. She wasn't a millionaire. Sure, she'd had enough to buy the dress, but it had meant that she had to cut down her expenses for the next few months.
"Then a helping hand would be nice." He suggested in a conciliatory manner, trying to find some solution to their situation. He knew that she loved to tease him, especially after what had been doing to her at the table at the rehearsal dinner, but their want for each other was too great. She couldn't hold out for much longer.
She smiled at him, pondering whether to take a pity on him because she couldn't let him destroy the dress. A helping hand, he said? OK, then... She reached for his hand, taking it into hers and leading it to her lap on the left side where the last strap of the dress was. Without breaking the eye contact, she stuck his fingers behind the material, helping him uncover the secret of the dress.
He carefully found a clasp on the inner side of the dress, realizing that the strap was hooked onto it. "Ah, that's clever." He commented appreciatively. He would have never guessed about the clasps, because they were masterfully hidden. He looked over on the other side, noticing that the straps on her right side were part of the cloth, so only the left side was designed this way.
She hummed in confirmation, watching his concentrated face with an admiration she couldn't hide anymore. She lifted her hand and caressed his face as he winked at her and suddenly went lower, making her whimper in protest because she missed his body heat. But a new, sudden heat wave washed over her when he sunk his teeth into her naked thigh, licking his way up to the last strap of the dress.
She looked down at him, completely breathless when he flooded the skin around the cloth by his sweet kisses, slowly unhooking the clasp and freeing the first strap out of four. It tickled her pleasantly and she had to use all of her willpower not to start wriggling under his caresses. Rather, digging her nails into the sheet beneath her, she put her left hand next to her head to provide him free access to the rest of the straps.
Trying to catch her breath, she did her best to ignore his free hand that stuck behind the cloth, finding her thong and pressing his fingers on to her intimate parts through the fabric. She could feel him smile against her skin as he worked with his other hand on the second strap, still tasting and kissing the skin on her side, making her stop holding back the whimpers.
His smile was caused by the indisputable fact that he could feel how wet she was. He had truly made her horny during the dinner. Cheekily sticking his fingers behind the thong, he pushed his two fingers inside her wet pussy carefully, making her groan as she arched her back a little. Some swear word escape her mouth but, since he was taking care of two tasks in the same time, he didn't register what it was.
Pushing his fingers in and out in a gently, steady rhythm that was going to drive her insane, but that was not enough to help her reach the delightful gratification, he unclasped the third strap. He didn't even flinch when her right hand shifted from the sheets onto his back, digging into his skin through his shirt. He just buried his fingers inside her even deeper, making her moan loudly, which was music to his ears.
She reached with her free hand into his hair while he was taking care of the fourth strap, suddenly regretting teasing him before. Besides knowing how to pay a compliment, this man also knew how to play a payback game very well. She had been horny for far too long, which was his fault, after all. So she was glad for this. But she was also aware that he would do everything he could to make her go crazy and beg for mercy first, before giving her what she craved for.
After he unclasped the fourth and the last strap, dedicating few kisses to her armpit, he looked up at her while his fingers carried on in their work. If it was even possible, he'd fallen harder for her desirous face, bending down to claim her lips, which she welcomed hungrily without hesitation. Wrapping her arms around his neck tightly, she expressed her want for him in a sensual, passionate kiss.
She didn't have any choice but start a biting game, because she was going for an aggressive kiss, trying to make him to give her what she longed for. However, he apparently didn't agree, slowing the kiss with a bite on her bottom lip to remind her who was in control at the moment. He carried on in the steady rhythm of his fingers that made her feel all hot as she repaid his bites, slightly rocking with her hips.
She shrieked into his mouth when he curled his fingers inside her, breaking the kiss to take a deep breath. He smiled at her, nipping her earlobe to which she answered with an impatient moan. "And the top?" He whispered into her ear, trying to get rid of the last barrier that prevented him from making her naked.
Pulling away to see her face, he raised an eyebrow playfully, waiting for an answer. But she couldn't say anything even if she had wanted to. Her mouth was dry as she tried to calm her heart beat with short, raggedy breaths. Instead of forcing a reply, she lifted her hand and, with shaky fingers, showed him the two clasps on the top, cleverly hidden by the Swarovski crystals.
He nodded, humming appreciatively, because he had to admit that the dress had been crafted with skilful intelligence. But for undoing those two lasts clasps, he needed both of his hands, so he pulled his fingers out of her wetness. It cost him a great portion of his willpower, because she responded to this action with a soft whimper right into his ear. It was that kind of whimper that told him he shouldn't needlessly delay what was bound to happen.
When her left side was finally free of the dress, he didn't think for long about how to strip her completely. Looking at her and smiling mischievously, he sat up on his knees, ignoring her confused expression. He slipped his hands beneath her back, lifting her up into the sitting position, as well, in one swift move. She then helped him because she got the hint.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful." He promised that he would handle the dress with care, because it was truly a masterpiece. And it would be a shame to rip it up.
She gave him a wide, grateful smile, accepting his two heated kisses before helping him hitch up the bottom part of the dress. Obediently, she moved her body in the way he needed to take the cyan blue beauty off of her, not trying to cover her naked body with her hands or anything. After what had happened between them in the afternoon, she didn't have the need to feel insecure in front of him.
He slowly unwrapped the fabric from around her, not focusing on her divine body at the moment, because he knew that he had all night for that. He folded up the dress with appropriate thoroughness while she put her hands on the mattress behind her to support herself. Quickly scanning the room, he threw the dress, with perfect accuracy, on to the bedside table.
Looking back at her, he caught her staring up at him with another type of a smitten look from her inventory that would force any man in the world to go down on his knees in front of her. He still couldn't believe that she was so open with him, that she was showing him her true herself. He didn't have any need to doubt or feel uncertain about her feelings, because she wasn't hiding them anymore.
He lifted his hand, tucking her hair behind her ears lovingly and then slipping it lower and grabbing her by her neck. Without any effort, he leaned in and kissed her passionately as she met him halfway, immediately wrapping her right arm around his neck. She pressed her chest against his, which made him realize that she still had a bra on and that he should take care of the damn thing, too.
He embraced her, not even trying to be inconspicuous because she had to be aware of what he had in mind to do. Instead, she wrapped her left arm around his neck, too, taking control of the kiss so he could focus on his task. Acting as a true professional, he made quick work of the clasps of the bra, pulling away slightly without breaking the kiss to pull the straps down.
She unwrapped her arms, one after the other, to help him to get rid of the straps completely. He then took the bra, throwing it away and not handling the garment so cautiously like he had done so with the dress. Caressing her sides, he carefully touched the sides of her breasts with his fingers, making her moan as she broke the kiss to take a breath.
With a lustful sigh, she glued her lips back on to his with a mammoth hunger, only to break the kiss once more. The thing was that his hands had travelled straight into her lap, making a contact with her thong and touching her intimate parts that were burning and dripping with wetness for him. Her eyes begged him to either finish the job, or not do anything at all if he wanted her to last.
A nod in understanding came from him as he rubbed his hand across her thigh up to her waist, claiming her lips in a thorough kiss. Biting her bottom lip, he shifted his mouth to her neck, enjoying the vibrating groan she made. He couldn't help but smile when she told him she loved him in a husky whisper and decided to reward her for it. He was enjoying this open and sincere Ziva very much.
Since she clung onto him like he were her favourite teddy bear, he had control over her body, so tilting it back didn't give him any troubles. Flicking his tongue over her right nipple after he went lower with his kisses, he heard her moan his name as she buried her fingers into his hair. He paid the same attention to her left nipple, wondering how the hell he had been able to control himself at the dinner, because this was all he craved for.
While he was sucking her nipples gently, she moaned loudly, throwing her head back in pleasure. Her back, however, gave away under his ministrations and since his hands were firmly clutching her waist and not supporting her body entirely, she collapsed down on the mattress, taking him with her. Not that either of them minded it. He just stretched out his legs, carrying on in his actions while Ziva sighed in satisfaction.
She wanted to feel his skin under her fingers, but he was still fully clothed, despite being without his jacket. Taking advantage of his busy state, she embraced him tightly and rolled them over, to which he reacted with a surprised moan. He opened his eyes and blinked confusedly but when he saw her naked body towering over him, he smiled and licked his lips.
Ziva straightened, putting her hands on his chest for support, watching him observing her with a predatory look. "But you are overly dressed, Tony." She stated, slowly undoing the buttons of shirt to expose his naked chest.
He shrugged disinterestedly, stretching his hands away from his body to sign to her that he was open to anything. "Do whatever you want." He replied with a teasing smirk on his face. He had certainly planned something.
She lay down on his chest, being sure that she rubbed her breasts against his body as much as she could and bringing their faces only millimetres apart. "Well, you were talking about a striptease earlier..." She offered playfully, biting her bottom lip seductively as she put the hands around his head, playing with his hair.
He responded with a chuckle, shaking his head in disagreement. "No way. I didn't drink that much." He refused resolutely. Her doing a striptease for him was one thing, but him being stuck in such a role was a completely different one. He would have to be totally plastered to do such a thing.
She gave him an innocent smile, mastering her own chaste expression as if she didn't have anything nasty in her mind, having known that he would turn her down. "What are you suggesting? That if I get you drunk enough, you will do a private strip show for me?" She couldn't resist teasing him further, rocking with her hips to touch the bulge in his pants.
He hissed in pleasant pain, knowing that if she kept doing this, it would send him over the edge. "Never say never." He quickly admitted, giving her a chance to believe that maybe in the future, she could achieve the thing she desired.
Her smile turned into a triumphant grin, immediately attacking his lips with her kisses. Her body started to inadvertently move in waves, teasing not only the obviously growing bulge in his pants, but also his chest with her hardened nipples. He had to show a lot of self-restraint not to roll them over again, tearing his clothes off and taking her right here and now. And all of that because he wanted to play his game as long as possible. He didn't have any intention to surrender first.
He had the advantage, in this little teasing game of theirs, that he still had some clothes on while she was naked, except for the thong. But that was soon about to change and he unwillingly helped it. To slow her wavy moves down, he lifted himself up and she took it as a hint to strip him of his shirt. Before he even knew it, the shirt was gone, thrown away carelessly while he still had a quite horny Ziva David straddling his hips.
She put her hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him back down on the bed, emphasizing her demand by deepening the kiss. He didn't have any other choice but to lay back down under her assault, keeping her in the close contact by sliding his hands up and down over her back. Neither of them cared about oxygen. When they needed it, they parted for a while to inhale. But the need to have their lips permanently joined was just too great.
She'd had enough of waiting, though. Just to have his bare chest to caress wasn't enough for her. She needed more. She needed what she had desired ever since he had left the room that afternoon. She needed what he had made her want with his comments and touches at the dinner. She needed to become his, because that was what she had accepted in the first place. Her love for him knew no boundaries, and to let him make her his was an essential part of being with him in a relationship.
Reaching behind her, she found the zip of his pants and pulled it down, ready to give up the sweet, sinful kiss to speed things up. He registered it immediately, sensing another opportunity to tease her. So his hands shot up to grab her by her wrists. He managed to hold her hands in a tight grip on her back while she bit his bottom lip hard in frustration.
She kissed him deeply, trying to free her hands from his grip but he skilfully managed to deflect any of her attempts. He actually didn't want to prolong this foreplay more than was necessary, but the fun he was having was too amazing to pass up. Besides, she was gorgeous when she was annoyed. He was smart enough, however, not to tell her that. Experience told him that women weren't fond of such a compliment, because they usually didn't find it complimentary at all.
He started to laugh when she broke the kiss and shot him the killer gaze she gave him quite often. He had to endure a lot when he had been stripping her of the dress, so he didn't feel guilty for trying to make it more difficult for her, as well. Her face then turned into a 'you-will-regret-this-one-day' look, but she soon found a way how to make him let go of her.
Rocking her hips, he hissed louder than before and she triumphantly grinned, knowing very well that this would work. His grip loosened and she broke free of it, straightening up and sending him a devilish look. He watched her expectantly, admitting his defeat silently. They were both equally aroused but she was the one in charge of things at the moment.
She stood up from the bed, winking at him to assure him that she wouldn't be away for too long. Just as in the afternoon, she took his pants off in one, swift move. Now, even with the boxers he had on, because she didn't have the mood to delay things any further. She needed him now. There was no need to question whether there would be a next time, so she didn't have to be afraid that she wouldn't get any time to explore in the future.
He lifted his hips obediently, sharing her thoughts. No more delays. Teasing games were fun and all, but when his throbbing erection sprung out of his boxers, he knew that he had to satisfy his want. She looked his body up and down while stripping herself of her thong, already feeling the heat building inside her and the blissful emotion she needed to feel once more. And then again and again and again.
She crawled back up on to the bed like a cat, ready to straddle his hips again and take what she wanted. But he sat up, leaning in and capturing her lips in a kiss. Before she could blink, he had embraced her, turning her over and thrown her down on to the bed. Covering her body with his, he had her beneath him, drinking her lips with the love and the lust that were controlling his mind.
She didn't seem to mind it, smiling at him affectionately when he broke the kiss, making her gasp with the movement of his hand that caressed gently her waist. "Let's stop playing games, what do you think?" He asked her with a raspy voice thickened with desire that was emitting from his body.
Placing her hands on his face, she nodded enthusiastically to express her consent. "I agree. Take me." She whispered hoarsely between her heavy, short breaths. She was blazing with want for this man, and there was only one way how to satisfy it.
Sealing the approval with a hungry kiss, he revelled in the way her fingers raked his hair, moaning appreciatively into her mouth. She wrapped her left leg around his and thrust her hips to make him stop the craving already. He complied with her wish with pleasure. Adjusting his body in the way he needed it, he entered her soaking wet pussy easily, but gently.
They both gasped for air at the contact, making them break the kiss and letting the wonderful feeling sink in. It was way more pleasurable than in the afternoon, now that their feelings weren't hidden and they were both stripped of their masks completely. It was all about genuine, real love between them. They let it to blossom with every single detail of their love-making.
"I love you." He breathed out hazily, kissing her before she could even respond. He thrust into her slowly, making her to almost bite off his tongue with pleasure, but he was smart enough to prevent it.
She urged him further, adding a light rock of her hips, trying to absorb all of the bliss she was experiencing. Opening her legs fully, he thrust into her again, his head spinning in ecstasy over how amazingly it felt to be surrounded by her heat. He took his time, carrying on slowly because he was aware of how long they both had been aroused, and he wanted this to last as long as possible.
Ziva didn't share his patience, though. She couldn't stand the slow tempo right now. Not that she didn't like it, but it was bringing her to the edge of sanity. And she wasn't sure how much she could take. His kiss was intoxicating, his thrusts were rhythmic and deep, but it just wasn't enough to help her reach her orgasm, and she wanted to get there whatever it cost and as soon as possible.
She sped the rock of her hips, but he didn't take it into account at all. Frustrated, she wrapped her legs around him and rolled them over, taking advantage of his impression that he had everything under control. She gave out another gasp, releasing his lips because his manhood plunged even deeper into her by the change of the position, hitting the sweet spot which made her a bit dizzy.
"I love you, too." She repaid the confession from earlier, watching him smiling widely, evidently quite enjoying lying on the back with her on top of him.
His hands travelled down, cupping her by her cheeks while he kissed her jaw line, grazing his tongue across her pulse point. She tossed her head to get rid of her hair, in which she wasn't very successful because it was a tousled mess. But at least she got a clear view on his eyes. He watched her expectantly, trying to keep his body at bay and not move his hips involuntarily.
She loved watching his eyes, if she wanted to be honest with herself. It was his greatest weapon, but they were also a well of emotions. She could tell from his gaze whether he was troubled, sad or crestfallen, and she could also clearly see when he was happy, contended or delighted. His current stare mirrored his love for her and she realized how many times she had seen it, but had decided to ignore it. A mistake she'd love to slap herself for right now.
She bent down, kissing him gently and using his open mouth to engage her tongue. His hands shifted into her hair, holding her head and repaying the kiss with everything he had. The kiss soon turned into a hot, moist exchange of angles once she started to rock her hips, massaging his penis with her inner muscles, making him groan. She just smiled devilishly and carried on as if her life depended on it.
He soon joined her in the movements, thrusting into her. Because of that, she had to break the kiss numerous times to take a deep breath. But she returned every time to his mouth. In other cases, she paid thorough attention to his earlobes and his jaw, completely lost in sensations just as he was. The need was unbearable and nothing but those two, bringing the satisfaction to each other, existed.
He could sense, however, that she was getting fatigued, half-trembling every time she or he moved with their hips. The breaks she was making between the kisses were also getting longer, so he decided it was time to get back in control. Embracing her body, he gently flipped her over and she gratefully sighed, welcoming her position of her on her back. She didn't have much strength left because she was knocking on the door to blissful heaven.
Letting her breathe, he shifted his mouth to her pulse point while she buried her fingers into his hair, moaning as he was building the pleasure inside her. He was unstoppable, thrusting into her in a steady, swift rhythm, which she apparently liked. He knew that he didn't have to question, anymore, whether he was crazy about her. He was hopelessly mad about her.
After few moans that soon turned into shrieks, some of them bearing his name while she was digging her nails into his back one second and into his arms another, she shattered around him. The blissful feeling sent her into a whirlwind of delightful emotions, making her drown herself in the darkness full of unimaginable pleasure and relief after she had released all the tension.
He stilled inside her for a while because he wanted to give her a moment of recuperation, but she urged him in various ways to move and so he did. She held onto him, her legs wrapping around his torso while she rode out the powerful orgasm, burning with satisfaction. Gripping his head, she kissed his ear in gratitude and pulled away to look at him and find out how far he was so she could help him.
He immediately reacted and palmed her face to kiss her, to which she didn't protest at all, wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him closer. She could feel his desperation because he was running out of breath easily and it was obvious that he would welcome her assistance. So, despite the fact that she was weakened, her limbs were flabby and her body seemed to be completely immobile, she rolled them over, getting on top of him.
He breathed out deeply, glad that he could have a rest but, on the other hand, he craved for the end like nothing else. He felt as she wiped off the beads of sweat from his forehead with her trembling fingers, breathing heavily because this was taking too much of her energy. He couldn't blame her because he was exhausted, as well. And the state of dizziness he was in certainly wasn't helping.
She kissed him, trying to draw some energy from him, but every time she moved her hips to help him to reach the peak of his own, her whole body started to shake and she had to stop and take a deep breath. Looking at her, he caressed her face and sent her an understanding look, because she was evidently frustrated for her current incompetence. He didn't want her to blame herself.
But she decided to fulfil her part whatever it cost. Gathering her remaining strength, she began to move in a slow but steady rhythm, using mainly her inner muscles to massage his manhood inside her because it was probably the only part of her body that didn't feel so limp. His hot breath fanned her face but she was sweating so much that she couldn't care less.
The hard work paid off eventually and Tony could enjoy the bliss she gave to him when the orgasm hit him hard. He squeezed her waist firmly in the need of holding something solid, and let the wave of satisfaction to wash over him, spilling his semen into her. Ziva collapsed on his chest, just convulsing her inner muscles, too tired to even move. She hugged him tightly, letting him know that he could always hold onto her.
He was floating through the sky of eternal bliss, relieved that his hunger and thirst were quenched for the time being. If he thought that making love to her in the afternoon had been a total nirvana, this was thousand times higher level. They didn't become just one body, one mind and one soul. They were also connected in a spiritual, psychological way, reading each other's minds and understanding one another without the need to use any words.
It was that kind of feeling he always dreamt about. It was supposed to be the same connection as his mother and father had had. Or Shannon and Gibbs. And all those other couples that represented true love. He didn't feel gratified just sexually, but primarily mentally. She had managed to fill out the hole his failed relationship had caused, that included her constant denial from before.
Caressing her hair softly after he recuperated, he lifted her head up and, despite their heavy breathing after all the physical expenditure, he kissed her fiercely, expressing his own gratitude. She moaned in pleasure, but she was still too weak to coordinate any movements, so she just moved her lips because that was all she was capable of at that moment.
For the last time, he rolled them over so she was beneath him once more, knowing that she would be glad for a more comfortable position, especially because her head landed on the pillow. During all the rolling they had practiced, they had managed to get to the head of the bed, so they were in the position people usually used for sleep. He didn't refrain from touching her heated skin while he was moving her, making her tremble.
He released her lips, wanting to say something. But then he realized that words were meaningless in this situation. He could read everything in her face and, judging by her smile, she could see the same emotions in his. His hand gently caressed the skin on her waist while she played with his hair lovingly, both falling into a comfortable silence. They, rather, focused on calming their breathing.
She then pulled him down for a kiss while his hand started to knead her flesh, and that was a sign for him that he needed to slow down. He wanted her, again, but he needed to take a break for a while. So, to prevent himself from constantly touching her and admiring her divine body, he dug out the sheets behind her and lovingly wrapped her into them, breaking the kiss and nudging her nose.
She awarded him with an enamoured smile, allowing him to cover her body with the sheets because even she started to crave another round. However, they needed some energy for that. He actually had to admit that she looked incredibly sexy, wrapped just in the sheets. Sometimes, he had the impression that when she was covered with cloth, she was more attractive than naked. Which was a bit strange, but it had reasonable explanation in his head.
Pushing such thoughts into the back of his mind, he ran his finger across her swollen lips and with a whisper that bore a love confession, kissed her passionately.
The End of Chapter 20
Well, well, well – our pair is FINALLY together! There will be a continuation of the talk, don't worry, I'm not dropping it. ;)
I also know that his chapter is awfully long but you told me that you liked longer chapters so I hope I didn't tire you. Hope you liked the smut, despite the very long foreplay. ;) You know I love to tease you.
As for the next chapter – working on it. Definitely won't come next week, I'll try in two weeks, maximum in three weeks. Only under exceptional circumstances it might take longer. I'm working full-time in my job so I don't have much time to write, so please be patient. As always, I will never abandon this story and I won't leave you hanging. Never.
Thank you so much, again. You are amazing group of people and I love you to the moon and back. Have a nice May!
And in closing from another fandom - TODAY IS THE DAY! THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE! Sci-fi fans know what I mean... ;) X-Files are returning and I can't be more happy! Gosh, more Mulder/Scully...