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"I am never going to be able to think about maple syrup the same way after that," Ziva said, toweling off after their shower.

"You seemed to enjoy it while it was happening," Tony called from the bedroom as he remade the bed. Ziva walked over to her suitcase to find some clothing.

"I never said that I did not enjoy it, I said I would never-" she was cut off by Tony as he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and spinning her around to face him. He kissed her lips gently then pulled away to look into her shiny brown eyes, smiling.

"You still taste like sugar."

"I bet I do, you did pour a whole gallon on me," she laughed and freed herself from his grasp so she could finish dressing.

"It wasn't even half a pint," he corrected.

"Oh, well pardon me," she mocked. "You try concentrating on how much maple syrup is on you when some one is licking it off." She pulled on her tank top and boxer shorts on over her underwear then proceeded to go back into the bathroom to do her hair.

"Don't forget we have dinner reservations for tonight," Tony called through the half closed door.

"I heard you the first dozen time, Tony. You do not need to keep reminding me."

"I-" what ever he was saying was cut off when Ziva turned on the hair dryer.

"Never mind," he yelled over the noise. "I guess I just wont give you your present then." The power to the hair dryer was almost immediately cut off and Ziva poked her head around the door.

"What did you say?" she asked.

"Nothing," Tony waved her off and went back to organizing the space. She stood there for another second before disappearing back into the bathroom and the dryer started up again. A little under twenty minutes later, Ziva walked out of the bathroom, hair dried and curled in a way that bounced with every step she took.

"Wow," Ton muttered, staring at her. She looked over at him.

"Tony, you are staring," she said dully, unzipping the cover that protected her dress.

"Well I have good reason to," he stammered, still unable to take his eyes off his fiancé. "You never cease to amaze me." He walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist again, burying his face in her curls.

"I try," she joked, resting her hands on his. He moved and pushed her hair aside and lightly kissed her neck. She let a small moan escape.

"Yes, Ziva?" he whispered then bit down lightly on skin below her ear.

"Tony," she moaned, pushing her body back into his. And then he was gone; she turned around just as the bathroom door closed. She gave a small laugh, slightly annoyed, and then continued to get ready. She took off the tank top and boxer shorts and then pulled the silky, dark purple fabric of her dress over her body. She was attempting to pull the zipper on her dress up when the bathroom door opened again. He walked over to her and rested his hand on her still bare back.

"You want some help with that?" Tony whispered in her ear. He slid his hand further down so it was resting under the fabric on his waist.

"Depends on where your hand is headed." He laughed and lightly kissed her neck before pulling the zipper all the way up to between her shoulder blades.

"Later," he said. He took his hands off her and back up. "Spin around, I want to see how you look." She did one turn and stopped, facing him, a huge grin on her face.

"What do you think," she asked, holding her arms slightly away from her body.

"Can we count this as dating Miss Universe?" Tony asked.

"Seeing as how you will never actually meet, let alone date, one, sure." He smiled again and to a step forward to kiss her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, but they quickly dropped to grab her ass.

"What's this?" he asked, pulling away and poking her upper thigh.

"Nothing," Ziva said, trying to sound innocent. He held his hand out, a knowing look on his face. She reluctantly hiked up her dress and unstrapped the holster from her leg. He took it a put his hand back out.

"Back up."

"Technically it is not a back up, it is just a knife." She unclipped the three-inch piece of metal from the clip in her hair and placed it in his hand.

"You have officially gone from Miss Universe, to Bond girl," Tony said, holding up the confiscated objects before throwing them in his suitcase.

"Either way you get to cross something off your bucket list.

"Yup," he laughed and kissed her again.

#5 Date a Bond girl and/ or Miss Universe