Hours later; in the early morning hours, Tony and Ziva laid in bed together after the latest round of "rigorous interpersonal activity" as Tony had put it several years ago. They were both covered to a certain point. Ziva laid next to Tony with her head resting on Tony's chest. Tony was of course grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"That was…." Tony started to say.
"That was some kind of amazing?" Ziva tried to finish for her fiancé.
Tony nodded in agreement. After the momentary break, Tony seemed to be game for another go.
"Want to go another round, Ziva?"
"Maybe in a little while."
Not wanting to pressure Ziva into anything that she didn't want to do, Tony complied.
"So, what do you want to do now, Il mio amore?"
"I'd like to take a shower." Ziva replied.
Tony's teenage curiosity was once again piqued.
"A shower sounds good." Tony commented.
"A solo shower, Tony."
With that; Ziva got up in the bed, at one point she was considering on taking the bed sheet with her. But at the last second, she decided against it. Ziva wanted to tease and tempt Tony just a bit more as she made her way to the master bathroom that was connected to their bedroom. On her way to the bathroom, Ziva saw that she had a text message from her daughter.
So, how'd go; Ima. Franks said you and Aba made sheet music.
Ziva once again, shook her head.
We're not discussing this, Tali.
Ziva turned the shower on, the second she got into the bathroom. For the first time since it happened, Ziva was able to process everything that happened in the past couple of hours. After everything that she and Tony have been through over the years, they were finally taking the last few steps to make their family complete. Ziva was engaged and she could only imagine what her father was saying about her being engaged to Tony.
The shower was finally ready and Ziva stepped inside. Ziva knew it was only a matter of time before Tony completely disregarded her wish to take a shower by herself. While she still had some time to herself, Ziva did what she needed to do.
Seconds later, Tony was pushing open the glass shower door and stood there for moment or two. Ziva felt Tony eyes boring in to her.
"What's keeping you from getting in?" Ziva asked.
"I don't know."
"Well then, stop letting all the cold air into the shower and get your ass in here, mon chéri."
Tony had learned over the years albeit sometimes the hard way; that when a former Mossad assassin turned NCIS Special Agent tells you to do something and you know what's good for you, you damn well better do it. Especially if you value your life and wish to live. So with that in mind, Tony stepped into the shower and closed the shower door behind him.
