Chapter Fifty One- In A Heartbeat & Maybe A Chair
Three locations, two weeks, and one married couple. Tony and Ziva have decided to go to three different places for their honeymoon. Tony thought it would really fun to visit Tel Aviv for a few days to meet more of Ziva's family. He also thought it would b cool to go back to Paris to do what he wanted to do with her last year. Ziva had also offered to go to Mexico so they could visit retired NCIS agent Mike Franks. Tony and Ziva were at home that evening packing their bags. Tony was filling up an obscenely large duffle bag with clothes. Ziva was lying in bed watching him as he packed. She rolled over onto her side and propped herself up.
"Tony, do you really think we will need all of this?" She asked, fiddling with a strap on the duffle bag.
"Yes, Zee-vah, my beautiful wife, we do. Remember, we are going to three places in two weeks."
"True." She replied, sitting up slowly.
"I just hope you don't get too jet lagged because you are pregnant." He said, caressing her cheek lovingly.
She leaned into his hand and smiled to him.
"It will be fine, my Tony. It will be fine." She assured, wrapping her arms around his neck as she got on her knees.
Tony's hands went to her sides, holding onto her bump as he leaned into her. Their lips collided with fiery passion. She pulled him onto the bed, allowing her own body to go down onto the bed. She looked up at him with a tiny smile and this glint in her eyes. He knew that she was genuinely happy. He had made her that way and he was glad that he had. Anything he could do to make her happy he would do it in a heartbeat. He leaned down to her and kissed her tenderly, hiking up her shirt as he did so. The pair had changed from their formal marital attire into jeans and shirts. The flowing floral blouse Ziva was wearing proved to be quite intrusive. He then lifted her from the bed slightly in order to remove it. He set it down beside him on the bed and began rubbing his left hand up and down her curves as they kissed. She gripped her thighs around Tony's hips, moving him closer to her. He gently nipped her shoulder and unbuttoned her jeans. They easily came off of her body which was what they both preferred. Tony then tossed the jeans away and felt Ziva's frantic hands attempting to unbutton his pants. He then held them still on the area she was searching for. She opened her eyes and they instantly connected with his. He then aided her in unbuttoning his jeans. They came off soon after and Ziva pulled him down to her. She kissed him tenderly and felt Tony's hand wrap around her hip. He then guided his erect shaft near her center. The teasing was what Ziva hated the most. It wasn't the bad kind of hate. It was the kind where she would become antsy every time when all she wanted was him inside of her. She felt him move his erection up and down her entire womanhood and this made Ziva insane.
"Damn it, Tony!" She yelled in a frustrated tone, pushing his hips into hers.
When he entered her she felt this form of gratification overcome her.
"Yes, Tony. Thank you." She moaned into his ear.
"You're welcome baby but I was just getting to that." He whispered back, pulling out of her only to go back in again.
She writhed beneath him, wanting so much more than for him to be sweet to her. He then proceeded to move faster within her walls, feeling her become tighter around his hardness. She arched her back from the bed and tilted her head back, becoming utterly succumbed by him. She wanted so much more and she had her ways of getting it in a heartbeat. Despite the fact that she was pregnant she was still more than able to do what she wanted to in bed. She gripped onto his shoulders and mustered up as much strength as she could to flip them over. She looked down at him with a crooked smile. Meanwhile, downstairs, Eli and Nettie were in the kitchen cooking dinner for the four of them, hoping to spend one night with them before tomorrow. Just the Nettie and Eli look up to the sealing when they heard the headboard banging against the wall. Nettie and Eli could only shake their heads and return to their cooking.
"Do those two ever take a break?" Nettie asked, pointing her wooden spoon up at the ceiling slightly.
Eli let out a short laugh at the question and shook his head.
"I doubt it." He admitted.
She let out a wry laugh and turned back to the mash potatoes on the stove. Back upstairs, Tony was thrusting within Ziva. Somehow he had managed to overpower Ziva and he had gotten back on top. He held her hips still, setting an even rhythm with his hips. Screams of desire filled the house that evening. When they finished they just lay next to each other and maintained the seemingly impenetrable eye contact they had. Tony caressed Ziva's cheek yet again and gave her a chaste kiss.
"I love you."
She smiled when she heard Tony say this. It seemed no matter how many times he said it she would always smile and respond in a heartbeat.
"I love you, too."
"I know that. You married my ass. You must love me." He quipped with a laugh.
"I love you hairy ass." She replied, gripping onto it with her hand.
"You see, I knew you loved the hair." He boasted. "Besides, it's not all that hairy."
Ziva shook her head and rolled her eyes. Like any typical guy he always had to win. But that much like other things did not deter her love in the slightest. Nothing could ever do that. She leaned up and kissed him seductively.
"Of course it's not." She mockingly agreed with him.
"You mock me missy but you'll see. One day it'll be much hairier." He said, wagging his finger in her face.
"Okay, one never call me that again. Two, it better not! And three, stop wagging your finger in my face. You know I hate that."
He smiled and retracted his finger.
"Yes, yes I do. That is why I do it." He teased.
She narrowed her gaze at him and kissed him again.
"You know Tony, it is a good thing you are cute." She said, wagging her finger back at him before climbing out of bed.
"Why is that?" He asked, following her to the chair they had in the room.
It was big and burgundy. She grabbed her brown silk robe from the back of it and slipped it on. Ever since she got pregnant it fit a bit more snug than when she had first worn it. Tony remembered the robe. It was the one she had worn while they had gone undercover. Tony looked at Ziva then to the chair and then back at Ziva. He then had a crazy idea. He took hold of Ziva's hand and led her to the front side of the chair. He plopped down on it and looked into Ziva's eyes.
"What?" she asked, confusion pulsing through her.
He refused to say anything. He only yanked on her hand slightly. She then got the hint and nodded, opening her mouth slightly as if to say oh. She then positioned one knee on either side of Tony's lap and carefully lowered herself onto his once again hard member. She raked her fingers through his hair, feeling her heart beating faster as time went on. She then lifted herself up and lowered herself down again. She repeated this process while Tony's hand found its way between her folds. He began stimulating her clit, making her even closer. She rested her head on Tony's broad shoulder and cried out in sheer ecstasy as her climax approached her. He robe hung open, somewhat concealing their bodies from the outside world. When the pair climaxed they sat there for a few moments to recuperate. They then became startled by a fist pounding on the door.
"Come on you two." Eli said. "Haul your asses out of bed and come downstairs. Dinner is ready."
"Alright Aba!" Ziva replied.
The pair climbed out of the chair and put their clothes back on. They then exited the bedroom and made their way down the stairs in the hopes of enjoying yet another home cooked meal.
