A/N – here is another chapter for you. Another rated M. I think I enjoy writing this!
Disclaimer – I don't own NCIS or the characters.
Chapter 29 - Staying in for the Night
Washington, DC
Ziva's POV
The movie was almost over and I was already cooking dinner. It was one of Tony's favorites, and so far I had been right about what I would be wearing that entire day. I was still only in one of Tony's T-Shirts. I smiled to myself as I checked the oven to see if dinner was done. As I pulled it out, I smiled to myself, remembering how much I used to like cooking and remembering how relaxing it was for me.
I dished out two plates of lasagna and grabbed two beers and headed toward the living room with them. I set one plate and one beer in front of Tony and put the other plate and beer close to his, so I could sit near him.
"You made lasagna just for me?" Tony asked, his face in shock.
I nodded and smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and continuing to smile shyly.
"Thank you, sweet cheeks," Tony whispered and took his plate, which had a fork on it.
We ate in silence. Tony was amazed, I could tell by his expression. He was also thinking deeply about something. He turned a teary-eyed smile to me and I touched his cheek, putting my plate down on the table.
"What is it, Tony?"
"It's just like my mother's lasagna," he said quietly and pulled me into a hug.
I smiled as I was hugged tightly and unexpectedly. But, there were tears in my eyes, too, knowing exactly how he felt.
"My mother used to enjoy cooking," I whispered to him. "I used to cook with her when I was little. It was the only 'girl' thing I did, according to my… well, Eli."
He looked at me curiously. "He is still your father, Zi," he said quietly.
"He is the man who helped create me, Tony. But, he was never a very good father. Now, Gibbs, he is father. He has nurtured me more in the last four years than I ever received from my father," I said quietly. "He means the world to me. But, Eli, is just a man who is the Director of Mossad and someone who was in my life for a long time."
Tony pulled me into another hug and held her tightly. He knew what I meant. He knew how I could feel that way. He had seen what kind of hell Eli had put me through and he knew that she was less than happy with him. But, he could also see what I meant about Gibbs. Gibbs was also like a father to him as well, and I knew that. Gibbs was more nurturing toward all of us than any of our fathers had been to them. We all had "daddy issues".
"I'll wash the dishes," Tony said quietly. "I want to know, tomorrow would you like to go to the beach?"
"Of course, Tony," I said, happy but slightly uncomfortable with the idea. "But…?"
"You look beautiful," he whispered. "And I planned on going to a more private setting, since it is unusually warm out these days. I know that you aren't as comfortable with them as you are around me, Ziva. I get it."
I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. My phone vibrated again when he left the room. It was odd timing, but I didn't think anything of it. Just read the text message. It was Abby, again.
If you won't do a girls' night tonight, what about tomorrow night? I just really want to spend some time with you, Ziva. I miss doing that! Is that so wrong?
I chuckled to herself.
I am sorry Abby. I have plans tomorrow night. I am not entirely sure what the plans are, it is a surprise for me. But, I am looking forward to them. I promise, that I will get around to a girls' night soon, but not this weekend.
I closed her phone and thought. I really didn't want to spend time away from Tony. Perhaps I would feel differently after having a week of work with him and living with him, of which the others didn't know yet. I had forgotten to update that information on my application and I would have to tell Vance in the morning that my address was changed now that I no longer had her apartment.
I wondered if I should have a different place to live. But, I had gotten so used to living with Tony and it felt so natural. And, the thought of sleeping alone was not one I liked to think about. It was odd to consider that a year ago, I would never have relied on someone so heavily in all my life. But now, it was so normal, and even felt right. I smiled to myself.
Arlington, VA
Abby's POV
I sat staring at my most recent text message from Ziva. I had McGee over. We had just finished eating some take-out for dinner. We were hanging out, oddly enough. I had called him over when I had become so confused about Ziva's text messages about Tony and I only wanted someone to talk to, though I had still not told McGee what it was all about. Now I was far more confused and definitely wanted his opinion on it.
I entered the living area again to find McGee looking around and lost in a memory, which I also smiled at. We used to date off and on and we used to share my coffin-bed. I smiled at the memories as many emotions returned to me from the past. Why hadn't it worked out? I didn't know.
"I'm sorry if I ruined any plans you might have, Timmy," I said at once. "I guess I wasn't really thinking. I was trying to drag Ziva away from Tony's place for a minute, because she's got to be about ready to kill him by now and we need the whole team alive."
"I was trying to do the same thing to Tony," McGee said. "Apparently he has important plans tonight."
"Her too," I mentioned sorrowfully. "The things she told me about Tony, though. It's like a whole different guy! I don't believe it!"
"That's how I felt! I tried to bribe him with hot girls and he said he only had eyes for one particular girl!" McGee nearly shouted.
"That's what Ziva said!" I nearly shouted. "Timmy, you don't think Tony and Ziva… so soon after? You don't think they're… do you?"
"I don't know, Abby," McGee said. "It's not really any of my business. I asked Tony about tomorrow night and he said he had a date."
"I asked Ziva about tomorrow night and she said she had plans that were a surprise," I told him thoughtfully. "That doesn't line up as well. I wonder, though. I wonder if their plans are together or not? I wonder how they haven't killed each other yet. It's so weird, I think!"
"I agree, Abby," McGee said honestly. "I don't know what to tell you. Let's just leave it alone for now. They can't blow us off forever, can they?"
"No, they can't!" I agreed firmly.
Washington, DC
Ziva's POV
I was laughing as Tony entered the room. I showed him the text message on my phone, which basically admitted that McGee and Abby were together right now trying to figure this out.
You two can't avoid us forever, just so you know! McGee is wondering, too. I didn't know that Tony had plans tonight and tomorrow as well! What are you two up to? What is going on? Aren't you ready to kill Tony after all that time with him? It's going to be worse when you come back to work, you know. You'll be around him constantly. Don't worry though, when you are ready to kill him, I do have a spare coffin you could sleep in.
"That doesn't sound like a great offer to me," Tony said laughing also, knowing what she meant. "I don't like to think of you in a coffin."
I chuckled. "Do not worry, Tony. I will not be going into a coffin anytime soon," I whispered and then captured his lips with my own, and straddling his lap, having my own ideas of how I wanted the rest of our evening to go.
I hovered over him for a moment before I felt the bulge in his boxers rise and then I smiled against his lips and pressed kisses down his neck, tracing the lines of his bare chest with my hands. I was still so content, but that didn't stop me from wanting Tony more now, if he was willing to give it. I smiled at my thoughts and Tony's hands were wandering all down my back and to my bare butt. Then, he found the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head. I was completely naked in his arms now, and the only thing separating us were his boxers.
I rubbed against him and he moaned a little, making me smile. His hands found my breasts and massaged them for a moment. I reached for his boxers and pulled them away from him, releasing his hard erection from the tension of them. I rubbed on him and knew he could feel how much I wanted this right now.
His hips bucked lightly against me as he enjoyed the feeling of me. He pulled me closer to him, but pulled his head back and looked at me.
"You sure?" he asked.
I nodded to him and aligned myself. I slowly lowered onto him and heard him moan at the pleasure it was to have me to himself. I smiled and moaned at the same time, enjoying feeling Tony filling me so completely. His hands found my hips and pushed me down a little more. He paused, allowing me time to adjust. Then we started to move in unison with each other, as though we had done this a million times already.
Our lips were locked in an endless tango and our hips moved in unison, crashing into each other's pleasurably. Soon, though, he flipped us, so he was on top of me lengthwise on the couch, one hand under my but the other by my head for support. My fingers digging into his back as I moaned out in pleasure. The pace quickened and I could fill the pressure rising in me. I stared at his eyes and he stared back at mine. I could feel that he was close too.
Just as the pressure released and my body clamped hard around him, he spilled. The pulsing of his hardness sent waves of pleasure through my entire body that caused me to gasp in delight. Coming down from the high, I smiled up at him and kissed his lips. There was nothing greater than Tony in that moment. There was nothing better than this and trusting Tony.
But, he didn't let go of me, completely, he was still moving. He slowly lifted me off the couch and walked his way toward the bedroom, continuing his movements, and building me up again. He kissed my neck and placed me on his bed.
I flipped us over and rode him a little harder and his hand found my bundle of nerves at my center, driving me insane and causing my back to arch in delight. I moaned as the pressure built within me again.
"Tony," I moaned.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, confused by the question in my tone.
"No. Don't stop," I said to him and captured his lips with mine as we both found bliss once more.
Soon enough I collapsed on top of him, panting into his chest. I rolled off him and curled into his side.
"I have no words for how much I love you," he whispered into my ear.
"I feel the same, Tony," I said, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck, where my face was buried.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed having Tony's arms around me again.
