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Chapter 28- You never see the end when you're young, in love, pretending.
Ziva was freezing. More accurately she was standing outside on the newly thawed out netball courts well into the month of December, huddled in her oversized school hoodie, as her team threw a ball around on the other side of the pitch. Earlier on in that lesson, Ziva had been optimistic about this new game. She had surprised herself with her lacrosse skills; maybe this sport would also take her fancy. However, by just thinking this she had tempted the fates. Not a good idea.
If she had found lacrosse confusing, netball was insanely difficult to follow in comparison. What did they mean that she couldn't move with the ball? Where was the logic in that? It was like the stupid people version of basketball. And then there were the thirds, and each person was only allowed in certain ones, and if they stepped even a little over the line they were offside. Wasn't offside that rule in football where you couldn't be behind the ball? Then there were all the other words and phrases that had gone over her head. I mean, second stage marking. And zoning? Really?
Her team saw her struggle, and made the executive decision that for the safety of her and the rest of the team they would put her as goalkeeper. That way, she could limit her path of destruction to only third. Or that was the thinking.
Now, Ziva found herself standing next to a girl who she had not talked to before in the months where she had been at the school. She looking like every cliché in the book, tall and pretty, her straight blonde hair pulled back into a perfect high pony-tail, highlighting the planes and angles of her face.
"Are you new around here?" the girl spoke for the first time, turning her attention from the game to Ziva.
"Yes. Ziva David," Ziva introduced herself, her confident tone masking the fact she felt slightly intimidated by this girl. Not that she would admit that to anyone.
"E.J. Barrett," the girl replied.
Their attention was drawn back to the game as Ziva saw the ball travel at amazing speeds for a game in which no-one moved their feet. The wonders of the modern world. Even as she thought this EJ sprang to life, going from someone who looked like she had just rolled out of bed, but still looked that damn good, to a professional netball player, effortlessly receiving the ball in the D, and casually flicking it into the net with a satisfying swish. Ziva had to admit, it was very impressive.
EJ took the congratulations and claps with a winning smile, before jogging back to where Ziva stood, having not moved in the past few seconds.
"Sorry about that," EJ said, "Where were we?"
From any other mouth, Ziva would have laughed at the blatant arrogant words, but somehow she sensed that EJ had no idea what she sounded like. Ziva did not know whether she liked this girl or not.
"Wait, hold on," EJ said, turning to face her full on, "I know you!"
Ziva was about to deny whatever EJ was going to accuse her of, even before the words left EJ's mouth.
"You're dating Anthony DiNozzo!"
Ziva breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, that is me."
"So," EJ said, now in full gossiping girl mode. Ziva was slightly wary of her expression, like EJ was going to devour her "are you and Tony serious?"
"Ermmmm…" Ziva mumbled, praying that the ball would come down this side of the courts, and then knock her unconscious so she would not have to follow this conversation. No such luck.
"So that is a yes," EJ answered for her. When Ziva did not deny it, EJ continued, "so have you two…" she did this weird head move, her eyes growing as if Ziva was to fill in the gaps herself. And she did not understand.
"Have Tony and I done what?"
"Had sex."
If Ziva had been drinking anything at that moment, it would have spurted out of her mouth in an impressive fountain, cartoon style. Unfortunately, she did not, so she just gaped at EJ and her amazing audacity. EJ shrugged nonchalantly, as if it was normal to ask someone about their sex life when they had just met each other, where they were currently freezing their extremities off as they stood there.
"I am just saying. He might just be in it for the sex," EJ said, and with that she went off to talk to the goal attack.
Ziva was rolling the conversation over in her head. At first, she had discounted EJ's suggestion. If Tony was just in it for the sex, he would have just found another tramp of the street. But Ziva was never going to be the easy option, yet he took it. And she trusted Tony not to be using her. But that was not the issue. The issue was that the two of them had not done it yet. Maybe it was expected of her? Maybe if she didn't it was increase the probability that he would find her attractive. Not that it was normally an issue. Tony loved to remind her that she was beautiful, to such an extent that she had actually started to believe it herself. But maybe that was not enough. Maybe she was not enough…
oooOOOooo
Tim sat at the edge of the bench in science, his brain having tuned out of the droning words of Mr Fornell. Who had ever thought that triple Biology last thing on a Wednesday was going to be fulfilling for either teacher or student? However, Tim had decided to use his time more constructively, so employed his mind with other things. He had just had the weirdest idea at break, the idea that he could write a book based on his friends. It would be an interesting read, funny and light hearted on one side, but possibly a darker twist. After all, Tony was not exactly on talking terms with his father, so there would be a story there. And goodness knows what Ziva's father was capable off. He had begun to formulate a rough plotline, but soon decided that he was just going to go home and write, and hopefully the words would come to him as they so often did. It was strange that he had taken to creative writing so much. He was a man of science, who revelled in the predictability of computers and science. And yet, he had this creative double life, as someone who wrote. And then there was his method of writing. Who would have thought that someone with so much tech savvy would find solace in using a typewriter. He had tried typing with his computer, but he found that there the white glare of the screen and the constant whine of the computer added to the stress. Writing was his refuge from normal activity, not something that he wanted to raise his blood pressure doing. And the typewriter, with the rhythmic thud of the stamps hitting the paper behind was anything but stressful. That accompanied with his customary jazz music was one of the few pleasures he took in life.
There was an insistent buzz from his pocket, Tim's hand shot out to muffle the sound. He looked around cautiously, but apparently the rest of the class who weren't actually paying attention to the lesson were too entertained as some guys went around sneaking under the benches and stealing the textbooks from the people who were actually paying attention. Tim discreetly reached into his pocket and fished his phone out of his pocket, He moved it to the shelf under the lab desk. Which idiot decided to put shelves under the tables? From the front, the teachers saw nothing. But from where Tim was sitting at the back of the class he saw it all. Most students had their phones out under that bench, just as Tim did, and were texting constantly. There were a few packets of sweets, as guys ate their late breakfast in the lesson, and the amazing thing was the teacher did not notice the rummaging of wrappers. Or he was too lazy to notice. And he was not even going to think about all the messages that people had been leaving for each other…
He unlocked his phone's screen and opened the text that he had just received.
Tim. I'm bored! xx
Tim clearly was not the only one who did not enjoy lessons. Abby seemed to be having the same issue as him.
What lesson do you have? Xx
Within moments he got a reply
Maths. Did you have fun last night? Xx
Tim smirked to himself. Last night he had taken Abby to the park, and they spent some time just walking around, enjoying the scenery and enjoying each other's company. And then things moved into more… x-rated areas…
You know I enjoyed yesterday… xxx
We really need to do that again some time… Abby replied.
The walking part, or the other parts ;) … xx
Both. Xx
Tim grinned to himself.
We should definitely do that again... xx
Her reply was within moments.
Which part? Xx
Definitely both… xx
Little did Tim know that he was making Abby blush extremely red with his words. Who would have known that Probie could incur such a reaction in a woman…
oooOOOooo
"Hey beautiful!" Tony said softly, his eyes sparkling with his smile as Ziva opened the front door that evening. But Ziva was not going for the mushy lovey-dovey stuff. Tonight, she was going to have sex with Tony. She tried to convince herself that this was nothing to do with EJ's thrown away comment, but she was having a hard time convincing herself about it…
Without saying a word she pushed him up against the wall and moved to kiss his hard, pressing herself dangerously tight against him. Their bodies were completely aligned, as she ravaged his lips, taking and seeking as she pleased, her mouth hot and needy against his lips. After the initial shock, Tony began to respond, before realising what was happening.
"Woah, my ninja!" he said, slightly breathlessly, pulling back. Ziva was not to be deterred, and began to press kisses against his neck, finding his racing pulse point and rewarding it with some well placed kissed. Tony was almost too occupied with her lips on his body to remember what he was going to say, as the feel of her sweet but sinfully hot lips against his neck, and he imagined what it would feel like on certain parts of him…
Almost.
"Hey," he said again, softly and Ziva reluctantly pulled away. However, this was not before leaving her mark on him, sucking his neck, and the skin reddening in protest.
"What was that all about?" Tony asked. He was not going to lie, he had been enjoying that, but what was up with Ziva and her sudden urges to have a hot make out session.
"Are you complaining?" Ziva asked coyly.
"No…" and Tony was stopped from saying anything when her lips once again found his. However, this time Ziva's hands began to make their way south, and Tony knew that he had to stop before he could no longer stop, even if he wanted to.
"Ziva!" he said, drawing away from her, "what is going on?"
"Can't you believe that I just want you!" Ziva said. She had never thought that having sex with Tony would be such a difficult thing. His ex-girlfriends would probably vouch for that. And yet there they were, their bodies pressed up against each other and he was the one complaining? He was having rationally thoughts, when she was trying to get him brainless and stupid? Who would have thought it…
"Ziva, what brought this on?" Tony asked, now slightly suspicious. Maybe someone had said something to her at school. He suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of protectiveness, like he would walk through fire to get to anyone who had even looked at his Ziva wrong. She was his.
"Ziva!" he said, as he saw her attention slide.
"What!" she said, now just seeming annoyed, "I get it, you don't want this! Fine!"
She sauntered off into Tony's kitchen, helping herself to a cup and water from the fridge. Tony came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
"Ziva, talk to me," he said softly. There was a paused, and Ziva closed her eyes and sighed. She took a breath and turned around, still firmly in his arms.
"I'm guessing telling you that I was really antsy is not going to cut it," Ziva said wryly. Tony grinned at her, and she buried her head in his chest, not wanting to admit her thinking.
"You will think of me differently," Ziva said, her voice muffled against the front of Tony's shirt.
"I'm still waiting," Tony said.
There was a pause, and both of them breathed in each other. Finally Ziva spoke.
"Someone commented how it was strange that we had not… you know…" Ziva said, and Tony understood her. He always seemed to be able to do that, even before they had started dating. It was a skill of his that Ziva was becoming more and more appreciative of.
"We have not done it," he said. She nodded against his chest.
"Do you honestly think that by being in a relationship we are conforming to any kind of social standards?" Tony asked. This, Ziva had to admit, was true. He was some big shot, popular guy that was practically worshipped by the year below (Ziva had still not got over the fact they giggled and squealed every time they saw him. As in, EVERY time…). And she was, well, she was a social nobody. And yet, no-one could deny how perfect they were for each other.
"And besides," Tony continued, "I am not going to have sex with you," Ziva looked up at him confused. Did he not find her pretty enough?
Tony elaborated. His voice dropped and he stared at her straight in the eye, "I am going to make love to you."
These words sent a stab of desire run through her. For a moment, she just wanted to do just that to him, an audience be damned. This was nothing like she had felt moments ago kissing him urgently, but meaninglessly. And those were just words imagine what he could do…
Ziva felt a strange warm sensation spread through her, and colour rushed to her face as she thought of what Tony would think if he saw her thoughts. But by the look in his eyes, he was thinking that exact same.
"Well then," Ziva started flirtatiously, "you better start practising."
"Yes Ma'am," Tony said grinning, and swept her into his arms, and proceeded to kiss her soundly. They would wait. For now…
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