Title: Una Mas
Author: rekkidbraka
Rating: T
Pairings: Tony D. and Ziva D.
Category: Romance
Disclaimer: No infringement intended.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Tony takes Ziva out for a noche especial.
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"Mas salsa, mi chiquita?" Tony asked, loading up a tortilla chip with salsa. Offering it to Ziva, who primly grinned, winked and shook her head "no" politely, Tony shrugged and popped the tasty morsel into his mouth. With a loud crunch, he smiled and enjoyed his snack.
"Your tiny?" Ziva said, giving Tony a quizzical look. Tony nearly choked on his taco chip, hastily gulping down water as fast as he could take it in, hearing the two words.
"Ziva!" Tony admonished, leaning in close, whispering so no one would hear. "C'mon! You KNOW I'm not... TINY!" He glanced around the Mexican restaurant, silently praying no one near them had been listening in. Ziva rolled her eyes, shaking her head at Tony's sudden panicky reaction.
"No... 'Your tiny...'" Ziva attempted to explain. "That is what you just called me, Tony." Tony frowned, not understanding. "Mi chiquita? In Spanish, it means 'My tiny.'" Tony relaxed, grinning broadly at his mistake. "My tiny what?" Ziva asked. "I am your 'tiny'?"
"Uh... si," Tony replied, loading another chip with the spicy red salsa. "Si, you are my tiny... um... mi... chee-quee-tah bah-nah-nah. Of LOVE. De amor. Or something like that." Wolfing down the chip, Tony said between crunchy bites, "Whatever." He winked mischievously, toasting Ziva with his giant margarita.
Again, Ziva rolled her eyes, smiling at his antics. This was the Tony she knew and, for crazy reasons even she sometimes didn't fully understand, loved. And she knew that, no matter if he occasionally tried to distance himself from her for a weekend as a way of proving to himself that he wasn't completely committed to her, there was a true bond between them now. Tony was in love with her and she with him. This was fact; they both knew it. Someday she knew Tony would be ready to make their commitment real and lifelong. It would take time. But Ziva was patient. She would wait for Tony.
"You think I don't know EspaƱol," Tony said, eyeballing a huge plate of tacos al pastor as a waiter passed by, "but ha HAH, my doubting neeeen-jah -- oh ho HO, I do."
"Do you?" Ziva teased, smirking. She sipped her tequila slowly.
"Si," Tony replied. "Te amo, SEE-fah." Taking her hand in his, Tony raised it to his lips, planting a hot kiss on Ziva's skin. Her dark eyes were fixed on his handsome face. "Usted es mi sol." Ziva burst out laughing.
"I am your sunshine?" She put her other hand to her mouth, giggling.
"Mi... uh... solo sol," Tony answered in his best "Spanish" voice. "You make me fay-leez when the... um... the..."
"Cielo," the waiter, who first served Ziva her Pescado Borrachos, whispered to Tony before setting a plate of piping hot enchiladas in front of him.
"CIELO... eees graaaaay," Tony continued, giving the waiter a guy-to-guy "thumbs-up" for the help. The waiter rolled his eyes and exited.
"Tony," Ziva began, carefully considering her words, "I am truly flattered that I am your... alone sun." She cut into her fish.
"Mmmph?" Tony, his mouth full of hot, spicy enchilada, looked up from his food. He didn't understand.
"Your alone sun," Ziva continued. "That is what 'mi solo sol' means... in Spanish." She took a bite of her supper, making a little "Mmm" sound indicating that she was pleased with her choice.
"Oh," Tony croaked, gulping down the rest of his margarita. "Better work on my language skills, huh? Guess that means we'll have to spend a weekend solo en May-hee-co soon, si?" He popped another taco chip heaped with salsa into his mouth and winked at Ziva. She grinned back.
"Si," she replied, taking another smooth sip of her tequila.
