Some very adult content here. You have been warned. (I do not have much experience at writing this, so please forgive if it is not as good as you'd like it to be.)
Disclaimer: I don't own it… yet…
He was pretty sure that when she looked into his eyes with the full knowledge that they were bonded together for life was the most incredible moment he had ever experienced. Her eyes were open wide, her soul laid bare in front of him and he knew he had her then. It was done. Her angelic voice broke through to him once more.
"It is really you," she repeated. Tears brimmed in her eyes and he was pretty sure they mirrored his own. A single drop spilled over the edge and traced a perfect line down her cheek. He quickly bent down and stopped it with his lips, tasting the salt on her skin.
"Ziva, sweetheart, why are you crying?" he asked, concerned.
"Oh, Tony, I am just so happy! I never thought I would find my soulmate. You know, being in Mossad there was a very real possibility that I would die before I ever got to meet him. If he was from Israel, he could have died. So I never gave it much thought, but I have always had that longing to meet him. And now that I have…" she trailed off. "I just never thought it would happen," she finished.
"It happened, Ziva. I'm here. We are soulmates. And I'm going to do everything in my power to make you happy, if you'll have me."
"I will have you, Tony. I will have you in a million lifetimes."
Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she was behaving completely out of character by being so open to him, but she was just so happy! She had found the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with and she would not have it any other way.
With that, she leaned up to kiss him again.
This first kiss, now knowing she was kissing her soulmate, was magical. Not only because they were in their fort again, with the fairy lights shining softly around them like stars, but because she knew deep inside her that this was right. She was exactly where she was supposed to be and she did not plan on moving any time soon.
Tony was absolutely overjoyed with the events that had just taken place. He wrapped his arms around Ziva and pulled her once again closer to his chest, while responding vigorously to her kiss. They both groaned feeling their chests press together and it was even more intense without Tony having a shirt on. She was the one to deepen it this time by asking entrance into his mouth and he gladly let her.
They continued kissing, exploring each other's mouths again until the need for air became too much and they had to break away. Pulling back, they looked deeply into the other's eyes seeing the love they felt but had not yet expressed. Next to that love was burning desire struggling to break free, yet winning that battle almost instantly. Their mouths crashed together again, both emitting moans at the contact.
Ziva's hands travelled up Tony's chest and buried into his hair as his roamed down her sides, squeezing her hips and then falling down to her exposed thighs. Feeling his hands on her bare skin sent a jolt of electricity though both of them and caused want to pool in her stomach. He teased her for a minute, playing with the seam of his t-shirt she was wearing before ever so slowly starting to run his hands upward towards her hips, taking the material with him. He kept his mouth fused to hers while he did this, not wanting to tempt himself into looking prematurely and ruining the moment he saw her for the first time. He smiled into her mouth when he encountered a strip of cotton-covered lace running over her hips and dared to believe she put it on just for him.
He kept exploring her skin upwards, his fingers dipping into her waist, feeling her muscles contract as he skimmed his fingers over her abdomen. He felt her sudden intake if breath when his hands moved hotly over her ribcage, stroking the band of her bra. He decided to move them then, gently pushing her backwards until she laid down flat on her back, his knees holding him up either side of her left leg, his left knee only inches from her core. He could almost feel the heat she was emitting.
They were still kissing intensely up to this point, put Tony gently removed his mouth from hers and opened his eyes. He kept his gaze locked on her face and couldn't help but smile at the look of pure bliss he saw there.
"Ziva, look at me," he whispered.
She opened her eyes then, those gorgeous brown globes, and he felt himself freefalling into everything that was her. His shirt was pushed up to under her armpits now, and he wanted it off. He gently made a motion to push it up further and she reluctantly loosened her fingers from his hair to allow him to slide it off her arms. He quickly pulled it off and threw it somewhere in the direction of the entrance of the fort, not really caring where it went.
His eyes were still glued to hers and from the corner of his eyes he could see she had left her arms resting above her head, but he didn't look anywhere else.
"You are so beautiful," he told her.
She smiled before replying. "Tony, you have not even looked at me yet."
"I don't need to look to know you're beautiful."
He sat back on his heels, pushing away from her. Ever so slowly, he broke eye contact and started roaming her frame with his eyes. He took in her slender arms resting so sexily above her head, her hair laying wild over their bed. He followed her arms down to over her collarbone and finally drew his eyes over her body. He took in the mounds of her breasts, seeing them rise and fall with every breath she drew. Then her toned stomach, a faint scar running along the side, but to him it only made her more beautiful, as he knew she was a tough woman who could endure anything. His eyes spotted her hips then, her tattoo visible just above the strip of fabric hiding her modesty a little.
She was wearing a set of pale yellow. He never was one for yellow, but seeing it against her olive skin, he changed his mind. It fit her perfectly, the colour bringing out the tone of her skin. The set was not too revealing because it was cotton, but inviting with the delicate lace covering it.
He looked up into her face and immediately bent down to capture her mouth in a kiss again. She moaned when his hands fell to her waist, tracing hot patterns over her bare skin and leaving trails of burning goose bumps wherever his fingers went. She felt her nipples strain against her bra and wanted desperately for Tony to just hurry up and take it off. As if reading her mind, his hands came up and covered her breasts over the material, squeezing slightly to draw another moan from her. Her back arched when he tweaked a nipple through her bra and he took the opportunity to slide his other hand around her back and unhook it. She felt the elastic loosen and gave a sigh of pleasure into his mouth.
He broke their kiss, kissing his way over her jaw and down her throat as she panted beneath him. She was only vaguely aware of her bra being taken off of her arms above her head, as at that moment Tony's hot mouth descended to one of her peaks.
"Oh, Tony!" she cried when she felt his tongue swirling around her and a moment later his teeth scraping over her flesh. His other hand was paying attention to her other nipple, pulling and squeezing it.
Wanting infinitely more of her, he moved downwards with his mouth, trailing kisses over her stomach to her left hip. Arriving there, he looked up to her, finding her eyes already on him. Keeping their gaze fixed, he planted a kiss right over her tattoo. Her back arched at the action and he thought he had never seen anything sexier.
It was time to move things forward and with that thought in mind he brought his hands up to rest on her hips, his fingers tracing the edges of her panties. He looked up at her again, seeing the want in her eyes and knowing this was what they both wanted. Hooking two fingers into the cotton, he started pulling the garment down, urging her to lift her hips, which she did. He took it off completely, running his hands over the smooth skin of her legs as he did so. Pulling it free from her feet, he looked down to her ankles. His eyes moved over her legs, admiring every inch of them, over her shins, her knees, her thighs and then focusing on her centre.
There he saw her glistening with arousal, which sent blood flowing right to his boxers that were already much too tight.
He couldn't resist her anymore, so he all but dived forward and covered her body with his. He let out a guttural groan at the feeling of her breasts scraping against his chest and she moaned in appreciation of his hardness pressing into her stomach.
He kept kissing her while one of his hands travelled down between their bodies. Reaching its destination, Ziva moaned into his mouth when he covered her mound with his hand. He started exploring, feeling her bundle of nerves stand out proudly and giving it a flick before moving on. He parted her folds and growled when he felt how wet she was for him. His fingers found her opening and her entire body was screaming at him to enter her.
However, he decided he wanted to see her face when he did, so he pulled back from the kiss and once again asked her to look at him. She did, her eyes almost black with need.
He pushed a single digit into her then. Her eyes closed in pleasure and she let out a low moan. He certainly did not regret making her look at him, because her face was now engrained into his memory.
He started moving his finger, slowing thrusting it in and out and sending Ziva into the throes of pleasure. She squirmed beneath him, moaning when he curled his finger inside her. He added a second one, watching as her eyes opened in surprised pleasure. She was so wet he had no problem adding a third one to the mix. She moaned loudly at that, but after a few thrusts gripped his wrist and pulled his fingers from her.
He looked at her in confusion, silently asking why she made him stop.
"I do not want to come yet, Tony. I want it to be with you in me. I want to come with you, please," she begged, panting hard.
He understood, kissing her lovingly before moving backwards to remove his boxers. When he did, his engorged member sprang up, laying heavily on his stomach. He saw Ziva's eyes widen, understanding why he had used three fingers to prepare her.
He laid back over her, his length resting between her thighs and it was all he could do not to thrust into her immediately.
"You are my soulmate Ziva. You are the last woman I ever want to do this with. I will love you and cherish you until the day I die," he vowed.
"I want to be with you, Tony. For a long time to come."
Then he slowly pushed forward, feeling the head of his hardness pressing against her slit and sliding beyond. A groan came from deep inside him as he felt her wetness covering the tip of him. He kissed her, while at the same moment thrusting slowly deeper into her. They both moaned when he filled her to the hilt. He gave her a few seconds to adjust before pulling out slightly. When he pushed back in, Ziva let loose a scream that almost made him explode.
He made love to her slowly even though they both wanted more, harder, faster, but there would be a time for that. Right now they were sealing their soulmate bond, giving themselves over to the other completely.
"Tony," she moaned. "Please, do not stop!"
He kept his strokes even, feeling her muscles contract when he found that sweet spot inside her.
"Ziva…"
"Tony!" she answered him and he knew she was close, but so was he. He only needed to hold on for her.
That was when it happened. He felt her entire body spasm beneath him as if being hit by lightning. Her release triggered his own as he felt himself exploding inside her while she moaned. He kept on thrusting a few more times to prolong their pleasure, but eventually all his muscles went slack as he collapsed on top of her, his member still pulsing deep inside her while her inner muscles milked every last drop from him.
They were both breathing heavily and Tony was afraid to crush her and moved to get off, but her arms held him on top of her.
They laid there for a long time, basking in their euphoria.
Finally Tony lifted his head and lazily kissed her. He rolled off of her and immediately pulled her right up to him, wrapping his arms around her and tangling their legs together.
She looked up at him sleepily as he pulled one of the sheets over them.
"Thank you, Tony. For everything," she said, placing a sweet kiss to his lips, which he returned.
"Sleep now, my Ziva. Laila tov."