SOOOO sorry for the delay!! I've been hooked in by the games on facebook (especially trying to get all the gold I can for my pot of gold before they get rid of it in Farmville!) And I must admit I'm on crack. Personified.

Yes, I'm talking about the Sims. I've got all the Sims 3 stuff/expansion packs and have been playing them like no tomorrow! Good news? I've built an awesome (in my opinion) house, my sim has had two sets of twins, one set of triplets and is married, and all living in a two bedroom house with a bathroom small kitchen and living room. And all the adult sims have mastered everything that I can find in the game to master. Fishing, gardening, martial arts, logic, altheltic, art, music...it goes on and on and on and....

So am I, sorry!! I'm addictied, haha. It IS crack personified!! :D Back to the story though..... I've also been working on an original story over at Fictionpress. It's only got one chapter up, but the idea is still in my brain and if enough people like it (I've got ONE story alert so far) I'll continue that as well. if you'd like to check it out, its www. fictionpress. com/ ~coliem88 (minus the spaces). And it will be a Romance. Fair warning.

Onto the story!

WAIT!!! Sorry. Speaking of warnings. THIS is the chapter you've all been waiting for.

It is now RATED M. If reading SEX is not your thing or you are under the age of lets say...15 ( i was reading NC 17 at 14, but thats me), I highly don't recommend reading the middle of this chapter. (I'll let you know when it's time to skip. *********************indicates it getting into M and $$$ is the end of the M rating, FYI).

IT IS YOUR CALL ON WHETHER TO READ THAT PART OR NOT. I AM MERELY STATING AN OPINON OF AGE AND FF GUIDELINES DECREE ANYTHING OVER PG 13 UNSUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER, OBVIOUSLY, AGE 13, AND SPECIFIED. SO DO NOT BE ANGRY WITH ME. I WARNED YOU AHEAD OF TIME!

However, if you don't mind, or this is your cup of tea, read on and ignor the symbols!!

NOW with that said, ONTO THE STORY!!!

Song: Why Don't We Just Dance - Josh Turner (and even if you dont listen to the songs, please do so for this chapter!! its bouncy and moving and you can't help but literally dance!))

He kissed her. HE kissed HER. Tony Dinozzo KISSED Ziva David. And was allowed to do it as often as he liked. At least she didn't seem to mind when he pulled her into his arms multiple times a day to do so. And it was heaven for him. Her lips were like an addiction, but one he didn't want to get help for. They hadn't talked about what was going on, what would happen next. Nothing even remotely close to discussing the future and Tony was content with that. So, it seemed, was Ziva.

Baby why don't we just turn that tv off

Three hundred fifteen channels of nothing but bad news on

Three days after their first kiss, Tony entered the apartment to the smell of chicken and rice.

"Hey, Zi. I told you you didn't have to make dinner. I would have done it when I got back," he said placing the bags of groceries on the counter. Thank God that all of the tension between them seemed to evaporate the moment his lips had touched hers.

"I do not mind, Tony. I can't remain dormant forever."

"You're not a volcano, Ziva. You can't be dormant for that long. And besides, you only have what, four weeks left? That's not that bad. At least it'll be March and you won't have to worry about mounds of snow and ice on the roads," Tony placed the canned goods on the counter.

She snorted. "Yes, but I don't see why I can't go back early. My wounds have healed and I no longer need the pain medication." At Tony's raised eye, Ziva frowned. "What?"

"You're still sore," he said as way of explaination. Though he was really surprised at her use of contractions. He'd noticed it over the last few weeks here and there, but now she did it more often. The best part was that she wasn't even aware of it.

Well it might be me but the way I see it the whole wide world

has gone crazy

So baby why don't we just dance?

Ziva rolled her eyes. Trust Tony to notice. A little soreness wasn't going to kill her. And she actually had taken a pain pill a few hours ago. But only one. Not the dosage specified. It was time to get off those stupid pills for good. She stirred the rice and turned around to find Tony no more than two inches away from her. She recognized the look in his eye and grinned. "What are you waiting on, Tony?"

Without answering he took her lips with his, gently placing his hands on her hips. He loved being able to do this, loved her. But of course he wouldn't say that "L" word just yet. It was still too soon, too new of a relationship. If they even had a relationship beyond just kissing.

His lips slid over hers like they'd been doing it for years instead of a few days. Ziva deepened their kiss, and for a few moments they stood as close as they could get, just relishing the kiss. Finally she pulled away and turned around.

"I'm cooking, Tony. We can kiss later. You should set the table and finish putting the food away."

This little bitty living room aint gonna look like much

When the lights go down and we move the couch its gonna be more

than enough

He wrapped his arms around her. He could get used to this. Too used to coming home and seeing Ziva making dinner. "And if I'd rather do this, then what? You going to use your ninja powers on me?"

She shut the burners off and turned in his arms, an amused smirk on her face. "Maybe. Dinner is finished."

"Can I have desert first?" Tony muttered before pulling her against him and kissing her slowly and tenderly.

Ziva didn't have time to respond before her body was assualted with a soft kiss that left her knees wanting to go week. "Depends on the desert," she said quietly.

Tony grinned. "Oh? Would it happen to smell like oranges and whipped cream?" He peeked at her bathroom sprays and found it was something called Orange Dream. Well, it smelled like whipped cream and oranges to him, so oh well.

She laughed. "Maybe,"

He daringly slipped his hands up under the hem of her shirt. "How about now?"

"Maybe," she hedged, shocked at the sensations a simple skin to skin touch from him sent rocketing through her body.

For my two left feet and our two hearts beatin'

nobody's gonna see us go crazy

Tony raised an eye as he slid his hands higher, carefully avoiding her stomache as the pads of his thumbs drew soft circles under her bra line.

Not wanting him to see how he affected her, she tried her best to not moan. Except a little whimper escaped. Which was all he had apparently been waiting for as he placed kisses all over her face and neck, with the occasional suck or nip on her collarbone.

If her skin was free game, so was his. Raising the hem of his shirt she tugged it up and off his form, breaking the kiss to transfer them to the broad shoulders and chest she had just bared.

"Much better.." she muttered not only referring to him being topless, but that he looked better than she remembered, sharper, more defined than her mind apparently was able to remember. She kissed one nipple while dragging her nails lightly over the other, just enjoying his body.

He sucked in a breath and groaned as she played with his nipples. If she kept this up, he would take her where she stood. In fact, he might do that anyway. He eased his hands up over her flesh to cup her breasts through her bra. He tweaked her nipples for a few moments, enjoying the sounds she was making against his chest, before he grabbed her shirt and pulled it from her form. He nestled his hips against hers again and resumed his ministrations to her rosy peaks.

So baby why don't we just dance?

She moaned again, louder. She could feel the growing and hardening mass being confined by his pants and that only added to her arousal. Moving a hand down into the waist of his pants and then around to his backside, she gave it a firm squeeze with a light pinch to follow as her other one fumbled with the top button of his pants

Tony gasped and dipped his head down to her collarbone. He slipped his hands down to her waist, though he was mindful of her sora and healing wounds, and successfully unfastened her jeans, zipper and all. He lightly grazed her flesh with his teeth as his hand slid inbetween her silky panties and her flesh. He helped her fumbling fingers against his pants with his free hand and gently rubbed her cleft with his middle finger.

A whimper. Yes, she whimpered. She knew she was already wet and he was doing nothing but adding to the fire, but it just felt so..wonderful. As if she were coming alive again after years of sleeping. Getting her thoughts somewhat organized, she managed to slid a hand down to his hardness, gently grasping it in her small hand and squeezing before releasing it and grazing her fingers down the shaft, to his sac, underneath, and back up to the top of his shaft again. She watched and felt him shudder at her touch. She repeated the motion again, slower.

He groaned again as she touched him and he added pressure to her flesh with his teeth. She squeezed him again, and he nipped at her ear, growling. "I want you, Ziva. Now." He slid his hand out of her pants and hooked both of his thumbs in the waistband and started to pull them down over her hips, careful to not hurt her wounds. "Right now." He growled out as he grazed his teeth over the side of her neck.

Down the hall,

maybe straight up the stairs, bouncin' off the wall,

floatin' on air?

baby why don't we just dance?

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lifted her legs so that he could take her pants off her easier. "Then take me... please, Tony, take me." she begged. She couldn't wait to feel that mass inside of her and moaned as he dug his teeth into her neck even more at her words. She pulled his own pants off of him before they both took a moment to stare. Then, just as quickly, they were once again flush, kissing almost frantically now. It was as if they couldn't get enough of each other.

Tony lifted one of her legs and guided it to wrap around his waist. He positioned himself at her opening and paused only for a moment when she shuddered in anticipation before he plunged himself inside of her, giving a low moan as he did so. God, it felt so good to be inside of her, she was so warm and tight, and she fit around him perfectly. Frowning, he knocked all the brown bags off the counter and onto the floor one handed. He kissed the base of her throat as he steadied her against the kitchen counter.

Once she was steady, he started to move. Ziva managed to balance her bottom on the edge of the counter and wrap her other leg around his waist, effectivly holding him inside of her whether he wanted to be or not... though she knew he wanted to be. She dug her hands and nails into his shoulder blades as she cried out after every thrust, wanting him to know how good it felt. She tightened her own inner muscles and barely held in a shout at how he pushed himself into her and back out, knowing he loved the new tighter pressure just as she did. It was bliss, heaven, a place she wanted to remain until the day she died.

Baby why don't you go put your best dress on?

And those high heeled shoes you love to lose as soon

as the tunes come on.

On second thought, just the way you are is already drivin' me crazy!

Tony thrust himself into her, graoning each time. He quickened his pace as he did so, reveling in how she gripped him. Her nails dug into his flesh and he gasped, latching onto her collarbone with his mouth, biting and suckling in the same spot, marking her as his. He laced his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back as he pounded her against the counter.

"Oh... god..." Ziva clung to him even more desperately than she had before, knowing she was close and wanting so bad to feel that sweet rush of release. As he sucked her collar bone and increased his pace, her hands flew to his hair, pulling on it slightly but not hard enough to rip it out, shouting his name as she felt her release soak him and her body go lax with relief and pleasure.

Tony thrust into her a few more times before he stilled and moaned her name as he spilled himself into her. He waited a few moments before he set her backside on the counter and ravished her mouth, panting. He felt as if his heart would burst from his chest. Tony had loved before, but not nearly as much as he loved Ziva.

Oh baby why don't we just dance?

Down the hall

Maybe straight up the stairs?

Bouncin' off the wall,

floatin' on air!

Baby why don't we just dance?

Once she caught her breath she looked at the floor. "Tony. The food."

He looked down and then back up grinning. "No worries. We can go get more."

"We?" she asked as he carried her tired body over to the couch.

"I thought you'd want to come with me this time. You seem to be able to move around more than before," he said sitting with her straddling his lap.

Laying her head on his shoulder, she made an incoherent noise before closing her eyes. As Tony lightly ran his hands over her bare back he sighed in content. Oh yes, he could get way to used to this. In fact, he may already have. What would happen when she could go back to work? Would she stay in his apartment or move back into hers? He didn't want her anywhere he couldn't see or kiss her whenever he wanted.

Well it might be me but the way I see it the whole wide world

has gone crazy, so baby why don't we just dance?

Oh baby why don't we just dance?

He knew they would have to talk about everything eventually. Especially what had just happened. In a way he regretted it. But only because their first time hadn't been in a bed like he had planned. No worries. Next time he would make sure they made it there first.

He grinned when he heard her snore softly and laid her on the couch. After covering her with a light blanket, Tony headed to the kitchen to begin cleaning up the mess of groceries.

One look at the sight made him grin like an idiot. Eggs and a damaged, leaking, milk carton covered the floor. In the puddle of eggs and milk were various cans of soup or bags of veggies. He had a huge mess to clean up, but the result of that mess had a very very good outcome. It was worth the clean up time and extra money he would spend to clean it up.

And as he did, he wondered when there would be a repeat performance.

A/N: Review? Please?!?! I REALLY want feed back on this chapter! :D