Author's Note
Hello readers! I'm back. The story is coming back with a new chapter like a promised you very soon. I don't have much to say only that I will sound like a broken record (or tape like Ziva once said in Kill Ari episode) THAT THIS STORY WILL BE TIVA.
Anyway, the chapter sets few hours before the last scene of Chapter 47
Specials thanks:
To Teresa: who is my personal consultant on this story.
And of course all of you that favorited reviewed followed even the one's who only read that story.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS and the characters.
Warning: This chapter isn't edited and corrected by Beta so forgive me for my grammar errors. Unfortunately English isn't my first language.
This is the new chapter of Familiar Faces. Enjoy!
Athena
**Previously on Familiar Faces…**
"It could be arranged." her voice let a hint of promise and wrapped her arms around his neck, looking into his eyes. Tony formed a question grimace on his face processing her statement. "Oh, and by the way…" she leaned over and pecked his lips. "Good morning." she whispered into his ear and Tony felt a chill on his body the moment her breath hovered his cheek.
"Yes it is." he grinned at her once more and rolled over them so he would be on top her. After giving her a hungry kiss, he slipped under the covers. It wasn't long time before the room filled with her giggles. Giggles which quickly turned to moans of pleasure.
**And now let's continue**
The previous night
Tony was sitting for two hours in his car, outside Ziva's house, debating whether or not to visit her. After the bag that Ellie gave him, which contained his OSU shirt that he had let to Ziva in Israel, he knew very well that everything between them had come to an end for good. Gathering as much courage he had left off, he stepped out the car and headed toward Ziva's house. There, he was, approaching her doorstep, biding farewell to all his hopes of being with Ziva again.
"Hey buddy." he greeted Matty who was lying on the doorstep and the dog approached him. "Long time, no see." he went on kneeling down to the one knee. "Did you miss me?" he asked the dog patting him on the head with his hands. "Because I missed you." Tony answered and Matty started licking him on the face. "Oh you missed me too Matty right?" he continued with a sad smile. "I want you to eat ok? I don't want you to get sick again, right buddy?" Tony pleaded and patted the dog. Matty barked in affirmation and licked the man on the face once more. "Good boy." Tony mumbled. "Good boy. It's over Matty." Tony said sadly to the dog and Matty looked at him with complain. "It's over and it hurts like hell." he continued with a cracked voice. "I believed that she would have changed her mind but…" Tony trailed off and Matty looked at him with hurt in his eyes. "But don't worry. I will come to visit you. Just promise me that you will take of her. Content's priceless for me." he sobbed and Matty barked in confirmation before he rested his jaw on Tony's knee. "Got to go buddy." Tony said and kissed Matty's head before he stood and rang the bell.
At the first ring Ziva didn't answer. Ringing for second time, Tony ducked his head waiting for her to answer. He was scared that seeing her face, seeing her eyes he wouldn't keep himself away from her. He wouldn't keep himself from kissing her, from telling her that he loved her. Tony supported himself on the wall as his knees gave way beneath him. Ziva opened the door without emotion and he raised his head and looked at her.
"May I come in?" Tony asked. Ziva without saying a word she stepped aside and opened wide the door, so he could step into the house. Closing the door with force she crossed her arms in front of her chest and waited for Tony to speak. "I spoke with my building manager." he started placing his hands into the pockets of his pants. "He told me that he will be available to help me move in back at my old place by the end of week." he continued looking everywhere but her.
"Ok." it was the only thing that Ziva replied and biting her lower lip, she looked on the ground before her eyes flashed up to Tony again. "So when will you start packing?"
"As soon as possible. I already feel uncomfortable staying at McGee's. Although living at Delilah's is pleasant for him, he can't do it forever. It's a little creepy for him to live with her parents." he replied and Ziva nodded. "It just with the case, the packing might take a little longer than it should have." he went on running his fingers through his hair.
"It is okay. Besides I told you that you could stay here as long as you want with the only condition to-"
"I know and I appreciate it but I couldn't…I just couldn't." Tony cut her, explaining. "By the way" he continued. "I have to give you this." he said and took out a necklace from his jacket unfolding its chain in front of him, so Ziva could see it. "I don't think it should belong to me anymore."
Ziva immediately recognized her family's Star of David that she had given as Christmas gift to Tony. "It is your present Tony I cannot take it back." she answered and turned the back on him trying to hold her tears back. It hurt her that Tony was returning a present that she had given to him from her heart.
"It's your father's necklace, your heirloom and I can't keep it when you and me-"
"Just keep it damn it!" Ziva hissed after she turned her attention back to him.
"What should I keep your father's necklace when you returned my mother's ring?" Tony asked shouting and took a few steps towards her.
"Because it is different Tony!" Ziva fired back. "This was a simple Christmas present while your mother's ring was promise that you-" she trailed off pointing her finger at him with raised voice. Shutting her eyes, Ziva lowered her finger and with quick steps she headed for the door. She opened it and waited without emotion for Tony to leave the house.
After few moments, Tony placed the necklace on the piano and made his way towards the exit, without looking at her. But few inches before he crossed the doorstep he stopped. "You know what?" Tony said and turned his attention to her. Pushing her lightly away from the door, he closed it behind him with force. "I' am not going anywhere. Not before I say to you, what I have to say."
Ziva could see the anger that had taken over Tony. "There is nothing left to discuss." she responded sternly and tried to head for the stairs.
Tony grabbed her from the arm. "You are not going anywhere, unless you listen to me first." he ordered full of anger.
"Tony let go of me." Ziva requested with determination and tried to free her arm.
"No Ziva! No!" Tony shouted. "It's time for you to know how I feel. How I had felt all those years that YOU had made the decisions about us!"
"There was nοt an 'us' all those years Tony. There was NOTHING!" she shot back close to his face.
Tony let her arm. "That's because of your choices and your decisions!" he argued pointing his finger at her. Ziva was ready to protest but he didn't let her. "You were the one who shut me out after the summer that Gibbs had retired, you were the one who got fucked by Rivkin in Israel." he blurted out with anger, stabbing Ziva's heart with his words. "You were one the one who didn't trust me about Rivkin's death; you were the one who behaved like nothing had happened in Paris. You were the one who engaged to Ray just to push me away!" Tony's outburst was endless. He was hurt, he was so much hurt by her so many times through the years, and he wanted to get it out of his chest. "You were the one who pretended that got fucked with someone else just for me to stay away from you, you were the one who stayed back in Israel for two years, saying lies when I asked you to come back with me, so we would have a fresh start together." he said with a cracked voice. "You were the one who came at McGee's and..." he trailed off burying his face on his palm.
"What about your choices, Tony huh?" Ziva asked as calm as she could and Tony raised his head to look at her. "What about your decisions? You were the one who fell in love your mission and I thought you were dying!" Ziva cried. "You were the one who did not call me for a whole summer, not caring if I was alive or dead. You were the one who told me in Somalia that could not live without me, but you had not done anything for us to be together after I came back because you had not have the guts. You were the one who was fucking every bimbo you were meeting at the bars, instead of finding the courage to tell me how you had felt about me after Paris. You were the one who stood up to Gibbs for EJ, something that you never, never did for me because you were a coward." Ziva shouted with hurt. "You were the one who told me that I was not alone when my father had died that you wanted whatever I wanted, whatever I needed, but you did not follow me in Israel, when I needed someone to comfort me, when I needed a shoulder to cry on! You were the one who told me that you were fighting for me but gave up doing it the moment you boarded on that plane. You were the one who was lying, pretending the betrayed, the hurt, the one who waited for me but he had engaged to his fucking buddy!" Ziva snapped at him.
"I can feel it Ziva! You are boiling with anger and you want to hurt me more!" Tony fired back answering on Ziva's outburst. "But guess what! You can't hurt me anymore! You have killed everything I had. There is nothing have left in my heart. The only way to hurt me now is physically." he continued hissing. "Why don't you get this out? You wanna take a punch take a swing?" he yelled her.
Ziva's heart jumped into her throat when Tony's tongue had slipped those words. Memories of what had happened outside Mossad's HQ years ago came back to haunt her. She had remembered how she had crashed him back hard onto the concrete shoving her gun into his chest over his heart after he'd just told her that he risked everything for her. Ziva had confessed how she had felt to him back then because of those events. How could he utter those words again after what had happened? "Shut up!" she said full of anger looking into Tony's eyes.
"No I won't!" Tony shot back. "Go ahead; Do it! Get it out of your system!" he went on yelling.
Ziva knew he was using those words on purpose because he wanted to hurt her, to make her feel guilt. And he made it. With every single word Tony was uttering, Ziva was feeling a stab of guilt shoot straight through her heart. "I said shut up!" she repeated a little louder and took a few steps towards to him.
"Come on Zee-vah!" Tony challenged her. "Are you not going to threaten me with a paperclip? Are you not going to kill me with a credit card? Or do you prefer to take me down to the ground, pointing your gun on my chest?!"
"SHUT UP!" Ziva cried and backed Tony up with force against the wall. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" she was repeating between her sobs as she was punching him on the chest with her fists. She didn't know what she was doing and for how long until she stopped exhausted from the punches and the cries. Burying her face on Tony's chest, she couldn't stop sobbing while Tony hugged her tight, so he could calm her down.
Tony buried his face on her hair which he had missed so much and kissed the top of her head. After a few moments of silence when he was sure that Ziva had calmed down completely, he was the one who spoke. "Ziva." he whispered but there was no reaction from her. "Ziva." he repeated and pulled away from her to look at her. He saw her cheeks were full of tears and her eyes bloodshot from crying. "I'm sorry." it was the only thing he managed to mumble with a cracked voice and wiped with his knuckles the tears from her cheeks. "I'm sorry." he told once more and Ziva nodded. Tony placed a kiss on Ziva's red cheek and pulled away looking again into her still leaking eyes. He didn't know how it happened and he really didn't care, but the next thing he knew it was that few seconds afterwards his lips were pressed on hers. He was aware of that this might lead on something much more than a kiss, something much more than making out, that this might be an action of comfort after that breakdown…a moment of weakness. However, he didn't care as long as he had the opportunity to kiss her, to taste her, to make love to her for one more time; Even if it was the last one. Tony pushed himself from the wall and deepened the kiss, shoving Ziva against the wall this time.
"Tony." Ziva moaned loud as he rocked against her, while he was sucking her at pulse point. With a frantic way between the kisses and the touches she tried to slide his jacket off his shoulder and wrapped her hands around his neck. "Ahhh." she moaned barely than a whisper shutting her eyes of pleasure. She felt his tongue like a feather on her skin every time he tasted every inch of her body, even if his stubble were was erecting her skin. Only at the thought of it, her body started to react so much, that she could fell the wetness which had created between her legs. 'Oh God!' she thought. Closing her eyes, she imagined Tony's tongue pressed into her- "Tony." she moaned interrupting her thought as he felt Tony's penis pressed on her folds.
"What is it babe?" Tony whispered into her ear.
"I…" it was the only she trailed off closing her eyes as he sucked her earlobe. Opening her eyes she began to pull at his dress-shirt tugging roughly at the buttons, popping all them in the process.
"Oh Ziva."Tony whispered tenderly and caressed Ziva's cheek with his knuckles, looking deep into her eyes, after he pulled away from her. The way he whispered her name captured her heart. She remembered every time he whispered it when they were together, when he was kissing her, when he was saying her 'I love you', when he was making love to her. "I love you." he went on the same tone and placed his hands on the hem of her shirt so he could pull it over her head.
"I want you." Ziva said.
Tony pressed Ziva harder on the wall placing his hands under her thighs. "Tell me babe how much?" he asked peppering kisses on her neck traveling downwards on her stern her between her breasts.
"Like crazy." were the only words that Ziva mumbled and wrapped her legs around his waist. Tony pressed her harder on the wall and unclasped her bra. Ziva felt his penis solid rock against her folds.
Tony slipped her arms through the straps of her bra, so he would take it off. "Likewise." he replied muffled by the kisses he was given to Ziva's breasts.
"Tony." Ziva moaned completely surrendered to the sensations that Tony offered her, with his penis at full attention against her folds, with his tongue licking her breasts, with his mouth suckling her erect nipples. "Fuck me." she demanded with trembling voice and with all her body shaking into his arms.
Tony pulled away and shook his head looking into her brown eyes. "No." it was only thing he uttered
Ziva found herself clutching her stomach as it flipped and turned to knots, upon hearing Tony's negation. He was rejecting her. Maybe all of this was a payback; Payback for the fact that she was not caring of how he had felt all that month; Payback for hurting him, payback for that night at McGee's place.
"I don't want to fuck you, Ziva." he said his eyes full of pure love and cupped her cheek. "I want to make love to you." he went on with honesty and Ziva leaned over kiss him. Tony kept holding under her thighs and carried her up to the bedroom. He lay her lightly down on the bed and started unbuttoning her pants. After he slipped with a quick move both her pants and panties off, he thrust two fingers into her core.
"Yes!" Ziva moaned breathlessly losing any sign of control that she had left off. Tony smiled on her reaction. "Tony!" she yelped when he curled his fingers into her core.
"Shhh, shhh, shhh." Tony whispered rubbing her clit with his thumb. "I love the way you are getting wet because of me, babe." he confessed and started peppering kisses along her body. "I love it so much but what I love the most." he continued spreading Ziva's legs wider. "Is how you taste."
"Oh God!" Ziva cried when she felt his hot tongue rolling around her clit. "Tony." she whispered and shut her eyes balling the sheets in her fists.
Tony smiled mischievously at Ziva's reaction. He caressed with his tongue the tattoo of a knife on her upper left thigh. He couldn't get out of his mind since the moment he had seen it for the first time when they were undercover. "You are so wet." he repeated working his tongue on her clit. "So wet that I can't get enough of you." he confessed and sucked her wetness from her core. Tony crawled up on top her and kissed her passionate.
Ziva floated between Heaven and Earth tasting the mix of her juices with Tony's saliva as their tongues touched. Every time she felt that taste in her mouth, the time was stopping and a wave of sensation was racing across her body, like she was rebirthing over and over again. "I love you." she breathed after they broke the kiss keeping her eyes shut.
Tony could easily understand that she was ready to come. He ran his fingers down her body until he reached to her core. "Open your eyes, Ziva. Open your eyes so I will make you come." Tony ordered and as soon as she complied with his wishes he thrust his fingers inside her.
"Tony." it was the only thing Ziva said and fell on completely silence.
Tony started undoing his pants with his one hand, not wanting to lose the heat that Ziva's pussy offered on his fingers. Ziva watched Tony's penis completely erect and long after Tony slipped his pants with his boxers off in one move.
Ziva wanted Tony. She wanted him first in her mouth and then inside her. As Ziva was ready to take him in her hand, Tony grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
"No." he declared sternly her and Ziva looked at him quizzically. "I know what you want and what you are thinking Ziva, but no."
"But I love you, and I want-"
"No I won't survive this, not from you." Tony cut her without leaving a choice of argument and loosed his grip. "But even if I would, I wouldn't have let you to do it, because you are too special to me." he explained and withdrew his fingers from Ziva's pussy. "Special." he repeated and placed himself, over her, so he could enter her. "special." he managed to utter just above a whisper and entered her slowly almost tortuously.
"Tony." Ziva gasped feeling his full length inside her. You are so thick."
Tony stayed still so she could adjust his size, before he started stroking gently into her core. "I love you." he mumbled between the kisses and the huffs as he was stroking her.
Ziva wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to feel him as much as deep as she could. She had surrendered to Tony completely; to his kiss, to his touch, to the sensations he was offering to her. She had surrendered completely to his love.
"Oh Ziva you are everything for me " Tony said between his gasps thrusting inside her. "The one for me." he continued and took her stiffen nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.
"Tony." Ziva moaned and closed her eyes the moment she felt the squeeze on them.
"Shhh, shhh, shhh" Tony whispered into Ziva's ear. "Let me finish babe, let me finish." he requested and sucked her pulse point."You were the one who made me want to change babe." Tony confessed and kissed her biting her lower lip and Ziva opened her eyes. "The one who made me want to love for real." Drawing back himself completely, inside Ziva's core, he lifted her carefully and spread her legs placing them on his shoulders. "To love for real Ziva" he repeated locking his eyes on hers. "To love you." he revealed and thrust hard into Ziva's pussy.
"Tony!" Ziva screamed and ducked her nails into the sheet on a similar way she was ducking them on Tony's flesh.
"Did you like it babe?" Tony asked out breath. "Do you like the way I love you?" he continued withdrawing him again, so he would repeat the action for one more time.
The only thing that Ziva could do was to nod. It was the only encouragement that Tony wanted to thrust hard for one more time, sending Ziva to the clouds. "Tony!" she cried scratching the mattress from the pleasure. She was mimicking the exact way she was scratching Tony's flesh every time she ran her nails on his shoulders.
Tony could feel her shaking. He had reached Ziva on her breaking point. Few more thrusts so she would come hard for him. For one more time. Tony locked his gaze with Ziva's and went for the kill. Although he was thrusting deep into her and slow she could barely adjust her surroundings.
"Ani ohev otach." he murmured in Hebrew and thrust twice hard inside her. The only thing he heard from Ziva was an unknown noise. He couldn't put a finger of what it was. If it was cry, a whimper or moan, but what the only thing he could feel was her shaking into his arms. Ziva didn't say anything trying to assess her surroundings but her look was speaking volumes. It was that warm and contented look that she had every time she came. Tony collapsed on top her and kissed her quickly in the lips before he rested his face on the crook of her neck.
Ziva flipped them over so she could be on top him. She started kissing him running her fingers through his hair. She loved his hair. Every time she played with it, every time she touched it, her carnal lusts were arousing for him. But also Tony had the same obsession with her hair. Whenever he made love to her, he wanted it down and curly loosening their tangles with his fingers.
"Tony." Ziva mumbled between the kisses.
"Yeah." Tony breathed as he was sucking her breasts.
"You still have not-" she trailed off moaning as Tony placed a passionate kiss on her mouth.
"I know." he whispered and his lips started to travel again across her jaw line, before they returned back to Ziva's mouth. "I love your lips pressed on-Ohhhhhh" he groaned on her mouth as he felt his penis inside Ziva.
"I love something else pressed, or to be more exact inside me." Ziva said with a seductive way into his ear and thrust, earning one more moan from Tony. "It is your turn now." she went on and she started to ride him slowly.
"You feel so good." Tony breathed and placed his hand under her thighs. "So tight."
"I told you, only because of you." Ziva replied without stop riding him.
Tony leaned over and kissed her. He wanted her. He wanted her desperate after that month. He wanted any inch of her body.
"Ahhh" Ziva moaned shutting her eyes while she was feeling Tony's teeth and stubble scratching lightly the smooth skin of her breast. "Tony..." she mumbled. He was so talented with his tongue. The ministration that he could do with it was beyond any belief.
"I can't get enough of you." Tony confessed and sucked her pulse point for one more time. "I want you." he continued and placed his hands on Ziva's hips so he could hold her.
"You have me."Ziva answered back and started riding him harder.
"I want all of you." Tony said and kissed her biting her upper lip. "Stop." he growled into her mouth. Ziva stopped and looked at him quizzically. "Roll over." Tony demanded. Ziva looked at him with more question. "Roll over, babe." he repeated. "Get on your knees." Ziva did as she was told and got on her knees. Tony did the same looked at her from head to toe. She was so beautiful, so lustful. Τony brushed her curly hair from her left shoulder and started placing kisses on her neck. Tony caressed the scar with his point finger along its length, and licked with mastery the marks of her tattoo.
Ziva closed her eyes enjoying the way Tony was caressing her skin but most of all for the fact that she was feeling his still erect cock on her buttocks. No one had taken her on her ass but she would not have problem, if Tony wanted it. She was willing to give him everything unconditionally. "I know what you think I wanna do but I won't." he whispered into her ear.
"I would not mind though." Ziva argued thinking how would be the anal sex with Tony. "You would be the first one. It would a whole new experience for me and I would certainly enjoy it." she said lustily.
Tony shook his head negatively. He would have never had this sexual activity with her. Ziva was his Goddess, the only woman who deserved his ultimate respect and he was willing to prove it every time he had the chance. "Like I told you before you too special to me." he continued and ran his palm between her legs and thrust two fingers into her core. Ziva threw her head back from pleasure moaning. "You are perfect." he continued and took his penis on his hand. "So perfect." he reiterated and led him, so he could enter her from behind. "So perfect." he told her again and sucked her neck and sunk into her core.
"Tony." Ziva whispered with trembling voice feeling Tony's chest pressed against her back.
"What is it babe?" Tony asked into her ear and thrust into her lightly from behind.
"I love you..." Ziva breathed with ragged voice.
"Do you remember Paris babe?" Tony asked whispering into her ear kneaded Ziva's breasts with his hands.
"How could I forget?" Ziva breathed between the huffs and lowered her head unable to stand the sensations that her body was feeling.
"Making love to you that night, I knew." Tony started to thrust a little faster than before. "I knew that you were the woman of my life." he crooned into her ear and licked her earlobe. "My soulmate." he continued and thrust hard inside her.
Ziva screamed his mane. Both of them had lost the sense of reality, being lost on the sensations, lost to each other. They both believed that what had felt in Israel in that farmhouse was beyond any imagination, that everything they had felt was unreal. But they were wrong. This night was unreal for them feeling something almost divine, being totally surrendered to each other.
"Tony…" Ziva said with difficulty.
"I know babe." Tony whispered. "I'm with you." he informed and kissed her neck.
Ziva raised her head and her gaze transfixed on the man in the mirror, meeting his eyes.. It was the only thing she needed to come. When Tony felt her clenching around him, he stopped holding himself back. With a hard thrust he sank him deep into her, spilling his seed uncontrollably. Then he kissed the nape of Ziva's neck and rested his forehead on her back.
Ziva collapsed on the mattress on her stomach, as her knees gave her away. Few seconds later she rolled over beneath Tony and faced him. Tony placed a peck on her lips and lay on her chest, throwing the covers over them and intertwining his fingers with hers.
Silence; Silence and eyes hermetic; those they were the words that described Tony and Ziva an hour after their love making. Being there into each other's arms, their fingers still intertwined. Both wrapped into the sheets, full of sweat, not wanting to leave each other. Both wanting to stay like that forever; Especially Tony; He was refusing to open his eyes, afraid that what had happened was a dream. He feared that if he opened them he would wake up alone on McGee's place, with an empty bottle of scotch beside him.
"Tony." he heard Ziva's voice.
'No this can't be a dream.' Tony thought.
"Tony." she repeated and he opened his eyes to face Ziva.
"No!" Tony screamed and jumped into a sitting position. Ziva sat on the bed too and looked at him with a question look. "No, Ziva it wasn't a mistake!" he said with hurt in his voice. "Please tell me that it wasn't a mistake." he pleaded with pain in his eyes.
"Tony I-" Ziva tried to explain but he cut her.
"Please Ziva please! Tell me that it wasn't a mistake, just please tell me..." Tony repeated burying his face in his hands.
"Tony." Ziva said and touched Tony's arm. "Tony, please look at me." she pleaded. "Please look at me!" she repeated and Tony turned and looked at her with fear in his eyes. "It was not a mistake" she told him and locked her eyes on his. "Every time I made love with you it was not a mistake, not even the night at McGee's." she reassured him. "I love you." she murmured and cupped his cheek. Tony leaned over and kissed her gently on lips, resting afterwards his forehead on hers. "I love you." she repeated with a trembling voice. "I love you from the first moment I laid eyes on you." she cut her self. Tony pulled away from her to study her face. "My love for you had been great since then but always had been overshadowed by me. With my fear, my selfness, my stubbornness and sometimes with my anger." she confessed and Tony was listening to her in awe. "And look how we have ended up Tony…" she went on with a cracked voice. "Look."
"Hey, it was my fault too." Tony told her and cupped her cheek.
"One more chance to us Tony." Ziva said with tears rolling down her cheeks. "One more chance with no lies, with no secrets."
Tony cupped her face with his both of his hands and placed a kiss on her forehead. "One more chance to us." he repeated looking into her eyes. "One more chance with no lies, with no secrets." he said with a light smile and gave Ziva a quick kiss on the lips. On a record time he got out of the bed leaving a surprised Ziva alone on it.
"Where are you going?" Tony asked watching him pulling his boxers on.
"I'll be right back." Tony told her and gave her a quick on the lips. Ziva watched him leave confused. Where was he going and much more what for? However, her questions were answered when Tony showed up with the item on his hand.
"I was carrying it with me close to my heart from the moment you placed it on the piano." Tony said, sitting next to Ziva. "Everywhere; In the Navy Yard, in the crime scenes, even on my sleep, so I would give it to you back the moment you changed your mind about us." he continued and opened the blue velvet box. "As for…" he trailed off. "I would have never given to her something so precious like my mother's ring. No-one deserves it but you." he told her and took the ring on his hand. "Ziva." he started with shaking voice. "Will you..." he stopped swallowing a lump on his throat. "Will you become my fiancée?" he asked with hesitation. "Again?"
Ziva looked at him in the eyes and smiled. "Yes!" she replied without hesitating at all and kissed him passionate. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she repeated and Tony slid the ring on her wedding finger grinning ready to say something. However, Ziva shushed with a single finger to lips.
"Shush Tony." she demanded and placed a single finger to his lips "Shush and let our hearts to speak for us." she continued and moved slowly her finger from Tony's lips.
"I love you." Tony whispered and hugged her placing a kiss on her cheek.
"I love you." Ziva said back and wrapping her arms around his neck she dragged him on top her. The night for them hadn't come to an end. Because the love they felt for each other was endless. The passion they had for each other was endless and even they could express it in one another with thousands ways they preferred only one; the look on each other. Looks that spoke volumes, looks that made the words between them unnecessary. Tony leaned forward and kissed Ziva getting his underwear on the floor. Every time he brushed his lips on her, he was full of fire. Her kiss was a magic spell for him; a magic spell that it made him insane when he wasn't under its influence. Tony deepened the kiss with both his and Ziva's hands roaming wildly over naked flesh at their constant need for touch.
"Tony." Ziva whispered huskily into Tony's ear breaking the kiss after she felt Tony's straining cock inside her. "Tony." she repeated and dug her nails on his back. Tony pushed inside her more and she ran her hands on his back scratching his shoulders. She wanted to have Tony in her arms all the night, to make love to her till the morning would come."Harder." she requested and Tony obeyed. "Deeper." she demanded crying out as he accomplished her request immediately.
"Babe." Tony breathed and took her hand on his holding it tight. "I love you." his voice sank to a whisper without stopping thrusting into her. "I love you." he repeated kissing into Ziva's palm before he kissed her mouth again.
"I love you." she insured. She loved the way he treated her, tenderly like she was fragile but now she needed more. She wanted to be overruled by him. She wanted to be fucked completely by him. "Fuc-" but Tony shushed her with a single finger to her lips.
"I told you, not tonight." Tony begged in a near whisper at the end. He didn't want his interaction with her to be wild, rough, but only a slow passionate love making He wanted to relive their night in Paris; and of course the night that he had first made love to her after she had returned to D.C. He wanted to relive many, other nights that he only made love to her, loving her like she deserved it. "Not tonight." he repeated and moved his from her lips. "I want to make love to you tonight Ziva." he explained with tearing his eyes. "I want to make love to you."
Ziva moved her one and rested at his chest over his heart smiling. He loved her smile. For him her smile was the brilliance in his life. 'Brilliance' he thought and he smiled. There she was, the very same in front of him the only and the one from him "My love." Tony uttered quietly closed the gap between them. He was happy, so content that he was having her on his arms again. He was happy that he had one more chance with the woman of his life and he would do everything so they would be together for their rest of their lives.
"A penny for your thoughts?" Tony asked, watching on Ziva a smile spreading across her face few minutes later after they reached their climax.
"It is raining." Ziva answered playing with his chest hair. She loved that she had that feeling again, Tony's body pressed on hers. She had missed it as hell.
"And I thought you were smiling because of my 'bed abilities.'" Tony joked pretending the sad. "Ouch that was that for?" he asked surprised after Ziva pinched him lightly on the chest.
"That is because you're always thinking about sex with me, nothing else, while I'm serious in here." she answered annoyed titling her head lightly so she could look at him.
Tony chuckled. "First of all, I'm not thinking about sex with you, but how to make love to you." he explained and kissed her on the tip of her nose. "And secondly," he went on tagging a strand of hair behind her ear with his fingers. "What is about the rain? What is so important with it?' he asked curiously.
"It is just… if you consider it very well, it was always raining on important occasions of our relationship." she confessed and Tony bent to look at her. "Our first honest conversion drinking coffee and eating pizza, the first time we made love after I came back to D.C."
"Paris." Tony said almost with nostalgia.
"Paris." Ziva repeated and thought what had happened back then. She couldn't forget that night in the city of Love. It was the only time, like she had already revealed, special, treasured. And truth be told, it scared her. Her ordeal with Somalia and the fear that their night in Paris was a mistake, kept her distant. But what it scared her more was something else; a situation that she had to cope alone. "I thought I was pregnant." Ziva blurted out of nowhere.
Tony scrambled up into a sitting position something that made Ziva shift her head from his chest and settled close to him, facing him. "What do you mean 'pregnant?'" he slanted his eyebrow trying to understand what Ziva meant. As he started to process the information that he was given, the realization hit him like a ton of bricks; Ziva thought she was pregnant when they were apart. He wondered how Ziva would have felt thinking that she might be carrying their child after what happened with Zoe's appearance and of course their separation. How difficult would have been for her to carry such a burden by herself. But most of all he wondered what would have happened if Ziva indeed had been pregnant. They weren't on good terms back then and a child you have made things more complicated between them. However, Tony was sure for one thing; He would have been there for his child no matter what. He wouldn't have ended up like his father. He would have been beside his son or daughter despite his situation with Ziva. "You thought you were pregnant when we were apart." he voiced his conclusion.
Ziva's eyes shifted down looking on her crossed hands and then back up again meeting Tony's gaze. "Yes, but I'm not talking about that time." she clarified and kept her gaze on his. Tony egged her on to continue by squeezing her forearm. He wanted to know which was the other time she thought she was pregnant and of course why she was telling him and why now. He tried to think which that time that Ziva thought was pregnant. Was it while she was sleeping with Rivkin or was the time that she had slept with Michael Locke? Or….'Oh my God' Tony thought. Now he knew the reason that Ziva wanted to talk about it. 'It was the time that she-'
"It was not that time, Tony." Ziva spoke softly knowing what he was thinking. She knew him very well and she could understand when his mind was going back on Somalia and on what had happened to her. "They never…" she sighed. "Touched me without protection. Leaving a Jewish woman pregnant would have been disgrace for them." She took her attention from Tony and turned her look away from him. "When I came back from Somalia doctors told me that it was a miracle that there was not any damage to my uterus from torturing or…anyway." she avoided the mention on her rapes and returned her gaze back to Tony. "After that…'experience' I had never been intimated with anyone else but you." she noted and Tony looked at her completely confused. He knew that she hadn't slept with Ray, a piece of information that Angelina gave him but still he couldn't understand. "You thought that the only reason I was distant after Paris was the fact I was scared and because of Somalia but-"
"Whoa, whoa wait." Tony cut in. "Let me get this straight. Are you telling me that you became distant back then because you thought you were pregnant with my child?" he asked in disbelief. "That night in Paris?" Ziva gave a pointed look which spoke volumes without words. Tony's expression was a mouth fallen open in shock. All those years he believed that night in Paris meant nothing to Ziva. That it was just a moment of weakness because Ziva accidentally crawled on top of Tony during her sleep. Because that was the truth; that's exactly had happened that night. With the mess on the hotels arrangements booking a room with one king sized bed, and the fact they had already had familiarity between them sleeping on the same bed before, it wasn't difficult for them to feel comfortable with each other. They were so comfortable that Tony wrapped his arm around Ziva's waist, and before he knew it, during his sleep, he took her in his arms hugging her. However, in a way Ziva was found on top him looking into each other eyes, like they had done years ago when they where undercover. But back then they managed to fight the attraction, to fight the feelings, to fight the love that they felt for each other from the first moment had met. However, Paris was different. They were different. They were more open to each other as friends, as partners. That's why they crossed line. Because they knew that they couldn't pretend anymore. They didn't want to pretend anymore. That's why Tony wondered why few days later Ziva pretended that nothing happened. What was the reason she changed so suddenly towards him. It had to been years after and passing many obstacles like Ziva's leaving, so he would find out the truth that she wasn't only scared like she had told him at the beginning of their relationship but also this; The fact that Ziva thought she got pregnant after Paris. "Why?" he asked with hurt. "Why didn't you tell me anything? Why-"
"I was freaking scared Tony!"Ziva shouted back. "I was late two weeks and…and I scared the hell out of me. I took the test and it came back positive Tony and I…" she trailed off.
"But it was wrong." Tony stated.
Ziva nodded. "I went to the doctor and told me I was the 0.01% where the test is wrong." she explained. "All of this scared me Tony and considering my situation back then…" she trailed off. "When finally I digested the whole incident and I was ready for a new beginning with you, you had already returned on your old…habits."
"You got scared it was normal." Tony spoke quietly justifying Ziva for keeping such a secret and for running away from him. "But still you could have told me. You'd been through so much and…" he sighed rubbing the back of his head. "I wish I'd been there for you." he went on cupping her face with his palm. Ziva smiled resting her palm above Tony's. However Tony's look remained serious. He wanted to know what it would have been her choice if she was indeed pregnant. He took a deep breath ready to ask the question that was tortured him but at the end he didn't utter those words, fearing on what the answer might was.
"Tony what is wrong?" Ziva asked dragging him from his thoughts. "I'm talking to you and-"
"I want to ask you a question Ziva and I want you to answer me honestly." Tony interjected and put down his hand leaving Ziva's cheek, with the Israeli looking at him curiously. He wanted children with her and so Ziva with him. But what if back then after she had a different opinion? What if back then when they were separate she had changed her mind? What she would have done if she had been pregnant "What if you had been pregnant Ziva?" he asked "What if you were pregnant after Paris, after our separation? What would you have done?"
"I would have kept it Tony, in both occasions." Ziva replied abruptly. "It would have been a child that it had been created by love." she explained. "A little trouble maker, a little ninja, a little of you and me." Tony smiled that Ziva quoted the words he had said few months ago.
Tony cupped her face with both of his hands and looked with his tearful eyes into Ziva's. "I still want it Ziva." he confessed with a cracked voice.
"And I'm still willing to give it to you." she answered without hesitation. "But I want to wait this time."
"What? I…Why?" Tony opened and then closed his mouth not understanding what Ziva meant.
"I want us get married first and then start trying again for baby." Ziva explained further.
"Ziva a marriage doesn't insure-"
"I know but…but can you do this for me?" Ziva asked. "I want it to do right this time. Please?"
Tony pulled Ziva on a hungry kiss. A kiss that none of them wanted to end. Because even both Ziva's and Tony's lungs were burning asking for air, none of them was determined to break the kiss. They both wanted the time to stop to that kiss forever. However, not having another they broke kisses resting their foreheads together.
"I can do anything for you. I love you Ziva." Tony blurted out. "I love you."
"I love you too, Tony, I love you too."
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