Ooops. Again. As two, very perceptive reviewers pointed out, Gerald was shot in the shoulder, not the leg. Sorry. I'll try to pay more attention to what I write from now on. I changed it, though. *hangs head in shame*
'So,' Ziva said as they walked down the street, arms linked, 'what are we doing next?'
Tony shrugged. 'What do you want to do? We could go back to the hotel, we could go out and get drunk, or we could just wander the streets of Barcelona.'
'Keep walking, then, I guess,' Ziva said. 'See where it takes us.'
Tony nodded and they continued down the street, chattering and laughing as they strode along.
If someone had taken a photo of them just two years before and compared it to the scene now, the gulf between them would have been wide enough to span the English Channel. Instead of needling each other and maintaining a front of dislike and annoyance, they accepted that they had something and were drawing on that to actually have some fun in their stressful lives.
Eventually, sporting bruised lips, they returned to the hotel, flopping down with exhausted groans on their soft mattress.
'That was fun,' Tony commented, rubbing his eyes with balled up fists.
Ziva let out a lion yawn and stretched out on the bed. 'Yes, it was,' she agreed, her words muffled by another wide yawn.
A horse could have fitted inside her mouth and still left room for Tony's tongue. Acting on the principle that he would have lots of space to roam around, he twisted round and slipped his tongue inside.
She grunted in weak protest before reciprocating the kiss. Her body contorted as she shifted into the best position to get the most gain on Tony's mouth. Hands wrapping around his neck, she pulled herself upright, sliding her legs around his waist.
She could feel his erection between her legs. 'Is this honeymoon really going to be a sex fest?' she inquired, grinning teasingly.
He smirked lewdly and tipped his head, nibbling on her ear. Then he stuck his wet tongue in and rotated in round in a circle. 'Would that really be so bad?' he whispered.
She giggled, his warm breath tickling the inside of her ear, and shook her head. She leant forward and tipped him back, moving with him so that she was sitting on top of him.
'You don't get to do this when you are being watched,' she remarked, taking him back to their first night alone together. He grinned and nodded silently. His hands worked quickly, ridding her of her clothes, right down to her g-string.
He threaded his fingers beneath the thin strap of fabric, fiddling with it. There was a twinkle in her eye as she looked at him. He grinned and left the g-string on, moving his hands up to her breasts instead.
Her nipples poked his sweaty palms as he massaged them, his eyes half-closed in rapture. To an onlooker, blind to Ziva's beauty and sexual charm, he might have been high. She unleashed a groan and felt Tony's erection harden.
At last, unable to hold back any more, he pulled her g-string off. 'Condom,' he grunted, feeling around on the bedside table.
Those had been the first things that he unpacked when they arrived. You had to be prepared at all times, that's what his dad had taught him. One of the only father-son bonding moments. His hand, clumsy from ravenous desire, knocked the wrappers to the floor.
He struggled upright to try and retrieve them from the floor but Ziva pushed him back down. He frowned but immediately forgot about everything as Ziva looked up, her hair falling in cascades over her face.
He breathed out slowly and thrust his hips upwards, begging her to open her legs wider for him to enter her. She smiled and lowered herself onto him.
A growl of pleasure released itself from between parted lips. A head was thrown back, throat exposed. Teeth were gritted, holding in the shout as orgasm hurtled towards them. Toes were curled in a desperate attempt to discharge the unbearable tension.
Eventually, a scream and a shout came simultaneously, and then they both flopped. Ziva fell onto the bed next to him, her chest rising and falling as if it was a deflated tyre being pumped with air by an electric bicycle pump.
Tony closed his eyes and opened them slowly. He sat up, pushing himself upright with weary hands. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he realised that it was already the second day of their honeymoon. Only two more days in sunny Spain.
'You know,' he hummed, 'the pool is probably deserted at this time.'
Ziva followed his gaze to the wall mounted clock and raised a surprised eyebrow. Supposedly quick sex took longer than it used to. Not that she was complaining.
'So, there would be no strangers to strip in front of,' he concluded, eyeing her with what he hoped was a persuasive puppy-dog pout.
The target of this pleading expression laughed lightly. 'Ok,' she agreed, her reluctance put on for show.
Tony grinned and grabbed her hand. He delved into her tiny bag and brought out a bikini. Thrusting it at her, he turned to his own suitcase and flipped open the lid, sorting through to find his trunks and a towel.
Ziva disappeared into the bathroom and came out with a white, hotel-issue towel draped over her arm. She still hadn't put her bikini on and was completely nude.
Tony whistled as she posed in the doorway for his benefit. 'How did I get you?' he murmured.
She grinned and ran over to him, kissing him with her fingers threading through his hair. 'Because you are Tony,' she replied. 'And Tony gets everything he wants.' She narrowed her eyes. 'Including skinny dipping at 0200.'
Tony rolled his delectable brown eyes at her use of technical time-keeping. 'Well,' he reminded her. 'You haven't got anyone else getting you to have fun. Without me, you would be the most serious person on the planet.'
She kissed him again. 'And without me,' she shot back, 'you would still be scouring bars with your sidekick trying to find a girl to sleep with for one night.'
Tony shrugged. 'That is true,' he admitted. 'You have saved me from that fate, Ziva David.'
'Ziva DiNozzo,' she corrected.
He grinned. 'Well, then, Ziva DiNozzo, how would you like to go skinny dipping?'
I think that the next chapter will have to be longer or we will never get to the end of the honeymoon. How much sex can you get away with on honeymoon? One sexual encounter every chapter, do you think?
