October 9, 2013

Tony responds to her lips, sticking his tongue out a little and tracing over her bottom lip. Her lips part, allowing him to do what he will to her. Their tongues meet in a passionate tangle, and she can feel the heat of the moment through her entire system. Her grip tightens on his shoulder and her fingers grip at his hair; her desire is clear.

Tony's hands slip from her waist to her hips, gripping them tightly, his desire also clear. He pushes her backwards and she pulls him closer; their lips still locked and tongues still exploring. Her back finds a wall and his body is soon pressed against her and she can feel every contour of his body, which she knows too well.

His movement is rough as he moves his hands up, meeting the skin of her waist. She breathes in heavily and nibbles at his lower lip. He moans a low purring sound. She presses herself into him, guiding him away from the wall as he lifts her shirt tank top over her head and drops it as she pulls him from the kitchen.

She shifts her hand off his hair and between his shoulder blades. She runs both her hands down his back as her back finds another wall. She grips desperately at the bottom of his shirt and pulls it up. Their lips part again as she removes his shirt, dropping it in the living room. Both are breathing heavily. He looks in her eyes for a second and then his lips press against her neck and nibble down to her pulse point, where he suckles the skin there. She moans, dropping her head to the side and giving him more access.

Ziva moves again, pulling him into the hallway as his hands trace up her sides and around her back, quickly unhooking her bra. His hands ghost to her shoulders and slide the straps down her arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He traces back up her arms to her shoulders. He slides one hand down to her breast and cups her, gently massaging. Ziva moans and stops in her tracks. He smiles against her neck and finds his way to her lips again and pushes her backward toward the bedroom again, teasing the skin of her back and breast as he went.

Ziva's back hit the door of the bedroom and Tony's hands slide down her sides again amd hers are resting on his hips. He grabs the top of the shorts she's wearing and pulls them off her hips. They slide to the floor. He reaches around her and unlatches the door, beginning to push her through it. She slides his boxers to the floor and he takes a breath in, taking her round butt in his hands and pulling her close to him. She can feel his hard member between her legs and she moans.

"Tony," she whispers desperately.

He chuckles and kisses her again. He can feel the desperation, the desire, and the tension in her kisses and he is feeling the same way. She pulls him the rest of the way into the room and he picks her up to speed up their progress. She wraps her legs around his waist as he sets her on the bed gently and his thumbs hook through the top of her panties and stops there.

She wiggles a little under him, wanting and needing Tony. She nibbles at his neck a little and he tightens his hold on her panties and presses himself into her.

"To-neey," she pleads and he chuckles softly, befor sliding her panties down her legs and put of their way.

Ziva breathes a sigh of relief and Tony moves over her again, kissing her lightly on the lips. Tony's lips move down her neck and across her collarbone. He decides, however, to be merciful and give into what she wants. He presses himself closer to her and looks into her eyes.

She can feel his warm tip touching the edge of her folds and she can feel the heat inside her rise and he presses into her as she sighs and moans at the feel of him being so close to her again. He slides all the way into her and takes one of her legs, holding it in place and dominating the situation. She allows this for him, and only him, because he's Tony, the man she trusts.

He slowly slides in and out of her, feeling her tension rising as he moves. She is breathing heavily as his pace picks up. He is staring into her eyes, reading the expression that is filled with love, lust, and desire and he has no choice but to give her what she wants. He moves faster and deeper and she moans, meeting his thrusts and feels the pressure in her core build to an extreme level.

"Ziva...," he breathes, holding one of her hips now and feeling her ankles lock behind his back. "Let go for me."

She does. Her eyes squint. She moans. Her walls clamp down hard on him. Her body is tensed in pure ecstasy. He moans at the feel and can't hold on any longer and releases, spilling into her.

Finally, their eyes meet again. "You are so beautiful," he whispers, kissing her gently and enjoying the slight blush on her cheeks.

He moves off of her and glances at the clock. "Shit," he mutters, causing her to also glance at the clock, which tells her it's after three in the afternoon.

They quickly dress in whatever they can find that's nearby and look at each other again. Tony takes her hand and laces their fingers together. Figuring that they'll meet an impatient-looking Gibbs in his living room. And with a last glance at each other, and a comforting squeeze of each other's hands, they turned to the door, which still stood wide open from their entering the bedroom a while ago.