So, I have an assignment due on Sunday night, a report due on Monday afternoon, two fics in the works ... and I'm still updating this :/ I'm ... I'm not very good at staying away from fanfiction, am I? D:
-Soph
Ice Candy
A grumbling sound preceded Tony's appearance in the kitchen, and Ziva looked up to see him wandering in with a rather sulky expression that didn't fit his dark blue bathrobe and mussed-up hair.
"You woke me up with the blender," he complained, and she laughed and went over to give him an apologetic kiss on the lips.
"I'm sorry, but I forgot that I promised to make something for Abby to take to the children's shelter."
"What are you making?" He peered over her head, momentarily distracted by the odd assortment of ingredients on his kitchen counter—grapes, oranges, strawberries, cocoa powder, fresh milk, condensed milk, cream, and sugar. "Smoothies?"
"No. Ice candy." She went back to the blender, and he followed her.
"What, you're gonna freeze all of that into ice?" he asked, staring at the ingredients in the blender with disbelief.
"Yes."
"Is that nice?"
She smiled. "Very. Hold this." She handed him a bowl and a funnel with an ice candy plastic bag over its spout.
Detaching the blender jar from its base, she scooped the mixture slowly into the funnel. He watched the entire process with fascination.
"So it's gonna be a frozen stick of candy?"
"Yes," she said again, and elaborated, "It is like fruit juice, except frozen. I had the opportunity to try some while I was in the Philippines on a mission. When I got back to Israel, I learnt from a website how to make it."
"Ooh." He gave her his best puppy-dog-eyed expression. "Can I try some?"
"It's for the children."
"Pleaaase…"
She shook her head in amusement and put the blender down to knot the opening of the ice candy plastic bag. "If you help me make the rest, I will let you keep two sticks."
He grabbed another plastic bag in enthusiasm.
xoxo
After sending Abby off with the goodies in tow, Ziva returned to the kitchen to find Tony with his head in the freezer. He had managed to convince her to let him keep one of each of the four flavours and was now, apparently, trying to decide which to pick.
"What do you want? Chocolate, strawberry, grape, or orange?" he asked over his shoulder as she sat down, and she raised her eyebrows.
"I thought you wanted them all."
He turned around to pout at her. "I was thinking of sharing it with you."
She snorted. "How charitable."
"Zee-vahhh…" he whined, and she rolled her eyes.
"Pick whichever you want. I will share it with you."
Grabbing the orange-flavoured one, he shut the freezer door and trotted happily over to the kitchen table. He grinned brightly and tried to unknot the plastic bag. A minute's efforts left him unsuccessful, so she sighed and took it from him.
His grin brightened when she handed him the opened plastic bag, and she had to shake her head again, reaching over to tousle his hair fondly. "You are such a child sometimes."
He only held the ice candy out to her. "Want some?"
Chuckling, she stretched over the kitchen table and took a bite of the candy. "Thank you."
He flashed a bit of teeth at her and took his own bite. "It's nice," he announced. "I like it. You make good candy."