Rifiuto: Non Miriena

Ziva stopped, feeling his strong arms go around her middle, and she smiled, turning to meet his gaze. "You know what?" She turned in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck, waiting.

"What?" He searched her gaze, taking a deep breath.

"Let's skip the wine."

He lifted her onto the kitchen table before pulling her close and capturing her mouth again. Her knees hugged his waist, and she reached down, working on his jeans. Once he was only in his boxers and shirt, she reached down, gently rubbing her palm against him. He only pulled her closer, until she was pressed up against him. A soft gasp escaped her throat as they brushed together. Eventually though, he pulled away from her mouth, moving to kiss her neck. "Is that my shirt?"

She nodded, as he slid the article in question up her body. The feel of his fingers grazing over where the soft material had once rested sent chills through her spine and Ziva found herself struggling not to rip his boxers off and take him then and there. Instead, she caught his lips in a kiss as he brought the shirt just beneath her breasts. "You want it back?" He shook his head, pulling it over hers before kissing her again. She whimpered as the chill of the air hit her chest, causing her nipples to harden.

"No. Looks better on you." She caught his mouth in a deep kiss as he tossed the shirt to the side, and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to the edge of the table she was sitting on. Her thighs hugged his waist tightly, and she tangled a hand in his hair. "Looks even better off of you." She grinned, chuckling softly before reaching down tugging on the collar of the light blue shirt he wore.

"You know what would look better?" He shook his head, meeting her gaze. "This off you." And without a word, she ripped the shirt open, scattering buttons everywhere. Once the offending shirt was gone, she wrapped her arms tight around him, burying her mouth in his. When she pulled away, she met his gaze, a sheepish smile on her face. "Sorry."

He shrugged, trailing on hand from her waist up to her breast. His thumb brushed against the hardened bud of her nipple and she inhaled sharply. A moment passed, before he leaned down, taking the sensitive bud gently between his teeth and brushing his tongue over the sensitive skin. She moaned softly, tangling a hand in his hair. Gently, she tugged, and he looked up, meeting her in the middle and instantly deepening the kiss. She reached down, hooking a finger into the waistband of his boxers and tugging. He ignored her, instead tugging her underwear off her body and pulling her closer. As the kisses got shallower, slowly, he finally gave in to her request and stepped out of his boxers.

Just the sight of this beautiful, damaged man made her heart constrict, and she longed to remind him that his nightmare was over; that his father couldn't hurt him or his sister anymore. Gently, she reached down, brushing her fingers along his length, as he pulled her closer. Before she could say a word, he reached down, sliding his fingers against her before slipping within. She groaned softly, her back arching as he found just the right spot, and after a moment, she grabbed his wrist, their gazes meeting. "I need you."

He kissed her deeply, removing his fingers and pulling her closer. When they finally came together, Ziva wrapped her legs tight around his waist, burying her face in his shoulder as he filled her completely. With the chaos of the day, she had almost forgotten how much they both needed this release. Eventually, she lifted her head, meeting his gaze. "Harder, Tim. I need all of you." Every last piece, because you're mine.

Gently, he pressed a kiss to her lips, dragging his teeth along her bottom lip. When he pulled away, she moved her lips to his neck, sucking gently on the skin. Her hands trailed up and down his back, over the scars from his father's beating, and down over the firm curve of his ass. She continued her work on his skin, before finally returning her mouth to his. He drove into her, deeper, and then slid a hand down between them. "God, Tim!"

He chuckled softly as he continued to gently scrape his nail against the bud between her thighs, rolling it almost casually between his fingers. All the reserve she'd tried to hold onto flew out the window, sending her screaming his name repeatedly. She tightened hard around his length, and in minutes, came the sounds of his own sweet release in her ear. The now too-familiar hum began to work its way through their bodies, and they slowly came down from their high, meeting gazes. She rested her forehead to his. "God, Tim..."

"You've been saying that all day." He whispered, a microscopic hint of teasing behind the meaning of his words. She sighed, shaking her head, their noses brushing. Casually, she wrapped her arms around his neck, sighing in contentment as her eyes closed.

"Oh, God, Tim..." He sighed, relaxed, and pressed a kiss to her lips as her hands began to play with the downy hair at the nape of his neck. She herself began to relax, and it was in this relaxed, contented state that she breathed,

"I love you."

He awoke the next morning around four, to find himself in her bed, with Ziva wrapped possessively around him from behind. Sometime, during their night of explosive romance, they'd ended up between the sheets. She snuggled closer, burrowing her face into his shoulder, and after a moment, he slipped out of the bed. Just as he moved to leave, she reached out, her small, beautiful hand grabbing his wrist in a grip that slowly tightened, forcing him to stop and turn back. In a voice filled with sleep, she nuzzled closer to the pillow he'd vacated, and with sleepy, beautiful bedroom eyes, whispered,

"No, stay."

He met her barely-awake gaze, silent.

"Please."