Rifiuto: Non Miriena

A/N: Okay, it could just be my hormones but... I need to go find Evan...

"They're guys who want to screw around all the time, which interests me not at all. God knows we've done that, been there, and we don't want to do that anymore."

- Lauren Bacall (1924 - 2014), American Actress and Humphrey Bogart's Leading Lady

Oświęcim Hotel

Suite 145

10:45 A.M.

Tim looked up from his packing as the bathroom door opened and Ziva stepped out. She was a mess; that was the only way to describe the sight before him. He stopped, going to her, but one look at her face told him the answer. She held the test out to him; his gaze fell, finding the single word staring back at him.

"I'm pregnant."

She choked on a sob, meeting his gaze. Tears chased each other down her cheeks before they dripped from her chin. He sighed, joining her as she dropped onto the edge of the bed. "It's your choice, Ziva. I'm not going to stop you if you want an abortion." Slowly, her gaze moved to meet his, mouth dropping open.

"Why?" He cocked his head to the side.

"You made it abundantly clear earlier that you don't want the baby. Sure, I'll be disappointed, but it's not my body and it's not my decision. It's yours."

She lowered her gaze to her belly, reaching down to cradle it. Suddenly, all she wanted-

Her mouth clamped shut. She didn't know what she wanted, not really, not fully, not yet. She knew the options that awaited her, should she return to Israel pregnant and unmarried. Especially if her father found out she was carrying an American child. On the one hand, if she had this baby, it would destroy her career in Mossad, and her father would kill her. But on the other hand... this was Tim's baby. It was what they'd created together-

How could she possibly destroy this tiny human being that she'd made with this beautiful, gentle, caring man?

"I... I want to... to keep it." She looked up, gauging his reaction. Nothing yet. And then, he raised an eyebrow, surprised by her sudden change of heart.

"Are you sure?" She nodded, reaching up and brushing away the tears that slid down her cheeks.

"Ken. I... I can't... destroy it... it's yours." Then, against her better judgement- most likely thanks of her screwed up hormones, she decided- she climbed into his lap, sliding her fingers over his cheeks and into his hair. She studied his eyes for a moment, before leaning down and kissing him deeply. The test that had sealed their fates together dropped from his hand to the floor as he wrapped his arms tight around her waist, holding her to him.

She gasped against his mouth as he rubbed against her; her sensitivity heightened tenfold, she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Instead, she reached for the buttons of his shirt and quickly undid them, pushing the article of clothing off his shoulders before moving her hands down to his belt. But he grabbed her wrist, shaking his head. Without a word, he pulled her blouse over her head, before pushing her back until she was standing.

She started to ask- but soon his hands were on her slacks, undoing the button and zipper and sliding the soft material down her thighs, leaving her in only her bra and underwear. Suddenly self-conscious, she crossed her arms over her chest, even as her eyes wandered down his smooth chest to the button on his pants. Of their own accord, her hands reached out, undoing and removing the barrier that kept them apart.

Before she could react at all, he'd pushed her against the wall, his mouth on hers, his hands tracing the curves he'd spent hours exploring at the beginning of this op. He tugged the straps of her bra down, moving his mouth down to work on the soft skin of her breasts. His hands found her waist, and he pulled her hips closer, pressing his growing erection between her legs. She whimpered, wrapping her arms tight around his waist as she tugged his boxers from his legs. Her underwear soon followed-

She hissed as he brushed against her, sending waves of shock through her system. Their mouths met once more, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her gently off the floor and pressing her against the wall. Her arm wrapped tightly around his neck, holding him to her as he pushed into her. They continued to move together, tension and passion building up within their bodies as they moved together. Her legs wrapped around his waist, driving him deeper into her, causing a cry of ecstasy to escape her throat as her senses went into overdrive.

Every part of her body was taut as a bowstring, held at the precipice, waiting to snap so she could be free to scream his name as he drove deeper into her body. Her eyes closed and she arched her back as he slid one hand between them, rolling the small bundle of nerves between his fingers. A forced whimper escaped her throat, and she dug her nails into his back, even as he caught her mouth with his, drinking her in.

Eventually, need and desire won out for both of them, and they clung tightly, screaming each others' names as orgasm took control of both. With her senses heightened to such a degree, it overtook her; she reached out for something, digging her short nails into the wall she was pressed up against, a scream of such primal desire ripping itself from her throat. When they finally came down from the height, she slumped against him, resting her forehead to his. She tightened her grip on his neck, a sigh of contentment escaping her throat as she enjoyed the fact that he was nestled comfortably inside her, much as their baby was, and that, for now at least, her father would never know.