Chapter Twenty-Five: Rekindling A Life-Long Flame

When Tony and Ziva got home that evening and the sun spilled lightly into the apartment, Ziva sat down on the couch and Tony went to his bedroom. She lay back on the couch and wondered what he was doing. Meanwhile Tony was unpacking the few things he had packed for her and put them in the top drawer of his dresser. The Israeli agent watched as Tony came back, a smile on his face. Ziva propped herself up onto her elbow and watched as he sauntered towards her.

"Hey baby." Tony said, kneeling down by the couch.

"Hey." She replied, tucking her bottom lip in between her teeth.

"I love you so much." He said, reaching out towards her.

He caressed her cheek and leaned in. With that, Ziva allowed Tony's lips to collide with hers. They had not had a real kiss in so long and it felt great to have that sensation again. For Ziva to feel him and for Tony to feel her had to have been the best thing in the entire world to them at that very moment. As they kissed, Ziva sat up and held Tony's face. They continued to kiss, both enjoying those feelings that kissing brought upon them. Ziva pulled Tony closer, wrapping her legs on either side of the federal agent. In response Tony put his hands on her thighs and pulled her closer to him. He felt her pelvis touching his mid torso which he loved. He pulled away from the kiss and allowed his lips to traverse towards her left ear.

"I missed this." He whispered, his breaths caressing her ear softly.

"So did I," She reciprocated. "What are you going to do about it?"

Her question seemed more like a dare. It was as if she was daring him to do whatever he wanted to her. He smirked devilishly and wrapped his arms around her slender frame. The libidinous agent swiftly lifted her from the ground and proceeded to carry her the short distance to the bedroom. This triggered a well-welcomed déjà vu for Ziva. He lied her down gently on the bed and crawled on top of her. With a sly smirk he leaned down and kissed her tenderly, wrapping her legs around his own hips. Ziva allowed her slightly shaky hands to travel down from Tony's shoulders to the button on his light denim jeans. She slowly unbuttoned them and started pushing them down. Ziva then found his erection and instantly felt gratification. It felt like it had been ages since she had had him in every sense of the word. The ecstatic Israeli then allowed her hands to glide from his pants up to his pectoral muscles. She could feel every inch of his body yet again. For this, Ziva was enthralled. As Ziva was becoming lost within the ecstasy Tony was just enjoying the feel of her curves again. Her beautiful body was one of the many things he loved so much about Ziva David. Tony's hands had managed to work their way beneath her light blue and rather loose blouse. As the Italian's hands caressed Ziva's skin in a teasing manner, she could not help but release a loud moan in her native tongue.

"Oi Tony! Ken, be'vakasha." She begged, feeling his hands continue to caress her olive-tan skin.

Tony was becoming rather turned on by her cries and Ziva could tell as much. He decided to play her game and began uttering obscenities in Italian.

"Sborra Ziva." He said.

"I will when you give me a reason to." She retorted before she gripped her hands onto his shoulders.

With one swift movement the Israeli NCIS agent found herself straddling Tony's erection. She smirked cockily down to him and licked her lips in a nondescript yet seductive manner. Tony grew scared by this look and vocalized his fear.

"Merda!" He exclaimed.

Ziva couldn't help but laugh at this and she nodded.

"Si."

Ziva knew for a fact that he knew nothing good was to come of this but she did have a few…tricks up her sleeves. That devious brain of hers was always concocting plans on how to get to Tony in multiple ways. Tonight she was going to get to him in the best of ways. She loved the Italian beneath her and she was going to show him. Tony DiNozzo was aware that Ziva was a woman of many talents. She had proved this a multitude of times. He was also aware that one of Ziva's, in his opinion, best talents was what she could do with her mouth. It had been ages since she had given him head but he had a strong feeling that that was what she about to do. But, then again, Tony was aware that Ziva was a very…unpredictable creature. She was capable of so much too and this was what kept the mysteriousness and unpredictability between them. It was what kept their relationship alive. Despite the fact that he could tell what she was thinking just from a look in her chocolate brown eyes, Tony could never predict what Ziva was going to do. He then thought he would vocalize his special request in the hopes that maybe Ziva would comply.

"Voglio un pompino." Tony told her in Italian.

Ziva then furrowed her eyebrows together in wondrous confusion. She had known what he had said but that isn't to say she didn't want to play with him a bit.

"E che cosi?" She asked, crossing her arms beneath her shirt-clad breasts.

"Si il mio amore." He replied with a slight nod.

Should she indulge him? Should Ziva just cave and allow the man his "reward"? These questions crossed her mind as she perched herself on her upper thighs.

"Per favore. Guanci dolci, ho bisogno di ti." He begged in Italian.

"Do you, now?"

"Yes. Dai, per favore, ninja! Don't make me keep begging!" He said; a pouty look on his angular face.

Her shoulders relaxed and she smiled down to him. Ziva was strong but there was no way she could resist his face. She bent down to him and kissed his lips. She then moved to kiss his right cheek and down his jaw line. She then placed a kiss on his ear.

"Lo sai che ti amo a destra?" She asked.

"Vadai." He replied, using the little Hebrew he knew.

She smiled; a slight tear in her eye. Ziva felt like crying right then but she knew that would totally turn him off and ruin their moment. She simply blinked the tears threatening to fall and continued kissing him. When Ziva felt Tony grip onto the hem of her shirt, she put her arms up and allowed her partner to remove the shirt. Tony tossed it away and looked into Ziva's deep brown eyes. He couldn't think of a time that he didn't get lost in those perfect orbs. How did he go so long without telling her how he truly felt for her? He mentally head slapped himself for not doing so. Just then Ziva dug within her very soul and told Tony what he needed to hear.

"Ti amo, mi Tony." Ziva told him, raking her fingers through Tony's hair.

"Ti amo, mi Ziva." He replied, taking hold of her face.

Tony pulled her down to him and placed a deep and loving kiss on her soft and rosy lips. When the pair separated Ziva couldn't help but look into Tony's loving, emerald green eyes. Tony looked up at her and saw a lone tear trickle down her cheek. What could possibly make her cry?

"Quello che e, il miele?" Tony asked, not yet ready to go back to English.

"Nothing, it is nothing," Ziva replied with a shrug. "I just love you."

"Oh, I see." The Italian remarked somewhat sarcastically as he reached up to play with her hair.

Ziva shook away her temporary sadness and focused on the task at hand. She wanted to make Tony happy and in turn this would make her happy. Ziva allowed herself to climb down his frame, pushing her hands beneath his red Ohio State shirt. She stopped when she had his shirt almost to his head. Tony, as if he read her mind, sat up some and let her remove the shirt. Ziva tossed away his shirt in a similar fashion as he had done with hers. She then narrowed her eyes at him when the man underneath her began allowing his hands to roam her taut torso. She closed her eyes when his hands connected with her rounded breasts. They were so beautiful and as Tony looked at them thoughts raced through his head. He couldn't help but wonder how big her breasts would get with the pregnancy. Ziva could only perch herself on him and watched as he grew more and more mesmerized by them. He then began doing something that surprised her. He began massaging her breasts in a rhythmic motion. Ziva's head tilted back in response to this. She enjoyed the attention he was giving her.

"Harah!" She exclaimed. "Oi Tony!"

Tony could only silently laugh at her foul words.

"Sheket." She said in the form of a moan.

Ziva took a hold of Tony's larger hands and took them off of her body. She kept them within her grasp as she made her way down his body. It was then when she saw his unbuttoned jeans. They were not quite off of his body but Ziva would soon change that. She gripped onto them and in one swift motion the Israeli removed them with great expertise. She watched as they fell off of the side of the bed, leaving the Italian in his boxers and her in her jeans. Tony couldn't wait to get them off of her and feel himself inside of her yet again. For a brief moment the man flashed back to their time in Bogota. The shower which in a sense created the two lives gradually growing inside of his girlfriend would forever hold that memory. Tony could remember every loud moan which escaped from her mouth, every touch of her water-soaked frame, every single second which they had had together in that small shower. He snapped out of reverie when Ziva took hold of the waistband of his boxers. A crooked grin plastered across her face as she concocted a devious plan in her head. She whipped her hair over her left shoulder and slowly removed them. It was then when she saw his erect shaft. Tossing away his boxers, Ziva couldn't help but marvel at it as she had several times before. The Israeli was captivated by it, despite the fact she had seen it so many times before.

"Like what you see, hmm?" Tony asked.

Ziva could only nod and take a deep breath before taking a hold of him. She allowed her mouth to open slightly and she peppered a kiss on his head. Ziva then looked up at Tony and felt the need to say it grow stronger.

"I love you." She said.

"I love you, too, Zi," Replied Tony with a sweet smile. "I love you, too."

The Israeli agent then readied her entire body for what she was about to do, what she was about to enjoy. By doing this they would be rekindling a life-long flame which burned in the both of them. Making love just brought them that much closer and for that Ziva and Tony would always be grateful.