A/N As promised, here is the final chapter. Please note this chapter contains explicit sexual content. It is 100% smut. Sorry it took a while!

Chapter 2

Tony DiNozzo was a confident lover. He'd mastered the art of reading a woman's reactions, loved drawing pleasure out of them, and as he tugged her shirt over her head while she shimmied out of her skirt, he resolved to use every one of his skills to prove himself worthy of her. He tongued her throat, tasting faint traces of some kind of perfume, and she pulled his head closer, helping him to mark her. Tony groaned and pulled back to stare at the wild creature in front of him.

She looked like a goddess, standing before him clad in only black lace panties and heels. Her dark hair was a halo of uncontrollable curls, and she had a predatory look on her face that sent bolts of arousal through his groin. She looked like a Bond girl, like a Siren, like every one of his wildest fantasies come true. And she was real. He grunted as his hands fisted in her hair, desperate to feel her, to confirm that she wanted this as much as he did.

She didn't disappoint. Her hands gripped around his neck hard, pulling his lips back to hers and letting her tongue plunder his mouth. She made short work of his shirt while he was distracted by her kiss, but when she dropped to her knees to unbuckle his belt, Tony let out a stream of curses at the sight of her with wild hair and a sultry smile on her knees before him.

"Holy fucking shit, Ziva…"

Ziva gave a throaty chuckle at his reaction but did not stop. Pulling his pants down she released him from his boxers, stroking him softly as she inspected him. Tony was a well-endowed man who did not usually feel shy about his manhood, but under her gaze, he felt himself blush with a need to fulfill her every desire, and could only hope she liked what she saw. He was painfully hard, his throbbing head already leaking with desperation. He was about to say something glib, something to feel some semblance of control, when her swollen lips closed around his shaft, sinking down until he felt the ridges at the back of her throat rub over his swollen glans.

His reaction was uncontrollable and he bucked into her throat, groaning and apologizing as he did. He tried to pull back, wanting to say he was sorry, but she seemed to predict his indiscretion and had moved with him, letting him stay deep in her warm mouth as she swallowed around him, her hands holding him more firmly in place by his hips.

She moved her head up and down, alternating fast strokes with slow drags over his whole shaft. Her mouth felt incredible and he did not want her to stop, but when her tongue started to lick against the back of his head, he felt his impending climax approaching.

"Holy shit, Ziva, you have to stop!" His words came out as a tumbled mess as he tried desperately to think of anything other than the feeling of her hum of annoyance against his stomach. He pulled her up by the chin, grunting as he slipped out of her mouth and then again as she slid her body up his to kiss him. He raised an eyebrow at the pout she was giving him and leaned down to whisper into her ear, "I have other plans for you."

Tony didn't miss the shudder that ran down her spine, saw the peaks of her nipples form into hard nubs and the subtle way she pressed her thighs together, desperate for relief. And suddenly he was filled with confidence again. He wanted to make her come, wanted to see this beautiful, mysterious woman fall apart in his arms. He pushed her back until she was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling off her heels before kneeling in front of her.

Ziva's dark eyes sparkled in the orange glow cast by the bedside lamp, he studied them for a moment, saw sadness and pain, and arousal. He remembered she'd lost someone too, even if that someone was a murdering psychopath. Tony felt the need to kiss her, to offer some kind of comfort despite the fact this could be nothing but a one-night stand, two people from different worlds colliding for one night of passion. Her kisses became more insistent, and he pushed her shoulders back for her to lie down, letting his hands rest on her thighs, and his mouth hovering over her panties.

He could tell she was desperate to be touched. The moisture staining the lace between her legs as he tugged them down gave her away, as did the tremble in her hips each time he let his warm breath ghost over her mound, not touching, not giving her quite what she wanted. He had no idea why he was pushing his luck, why he thought it was a good idea to tease a trained assassin. But seeing her flushed and horny was too sexy to pass up, and the cocky side of him wanted to see if he could make her beg. He was trailing just the tip of his tongue over the hood of her clit, using his hot breath to tease her, when she let out a moan and a strangled, "Please, Tony!"

Hearing her accented voice draw out his name in that throaty tone was his undoing, and he finally relented and pressed his mouth over her opening.

Ziva swore in a language he didn't recognize as the pad of his tongue made full contact with her clit, and again when he sucked it into his mouth. But the way she groaned out his name and pulled on his hair as he slipped two fingers inside her made his heart swell with pride. He wanted to hear that again. Some testosterone-driven primal part of himself wanted to hear her scream his name, wanted to hear her beg for him. So he moved his fingers faster, sucked her soft flesh deeper into his mouth, rotating his tongue around her swollen bundle of nerves, until she gripped and pulled at his hair and came hard around his fingers.

She let out the sexiest moan he'd ever heard, and Tony lapped at her clit gently as she came down from her high, inner walls still twitching around his fingers. Ziva let out a soft sigh and cast her eyes down to where he lay with his head on her stomach, fully aware of the smug look on his own face. Offering him a devilish smile she said, "Perhaps you do have secrets to teach me after all, Agent DiNozzo."

Tony shifted, grimacing as he stretched out his knee. It had gone fairly numb, but he'd take a thousand bad knees for another chance to make her come like that. "And why, exactly, would you need to know how to do that, Officer David?" She'd leant up on her elbows, and Tony leaned towards her, meeting her gaze head-on. Their lips were inches apart and she stared at his. He resisted kissing her until she answered his question.

The coy smile on her face grew into something more naughty and she shrugged. "For next time I have to seduce a woman," she offered so nonchalantly she could have been commenting on the weather.

"Next time?" Tony's interest peaked.

Her gaze was heated, her fingers trailed up his chest, scratching through the hairs there as he hovered above her, and he had barely blinked before he was flipped onto his back, her thighs wrapped around his waist. "Are you going to keep talking or are you going to fuck me?" she growled into his neck, sucking on his pulse and probably leaving a mark he'd have to hide from Gibbs. He wasn't used to women being this forward during sex. He found he quite liked it.

"Do you have a condom handy?" he asked, his hands roaming across her toned stomach, enjoying the light olive skin, fingertips trailing over a small black tattoo of a dagger on the inside of her thigh. "Nice tattoo, by the way, very fitting."

"Toda. And I have an implant. I do not mind." Ziva shrugged, then ground her hips down, rubbing her wetness onto his cock indicating her desire for him to get a move on and stop rambling. He let out a strained moan.

He helped her lift her hips and felt the head of his cock meet her opening as he teased the sensitive flesh, dragging himself back and forth. Ziva had apparently lost patience with him, because she pushed his hand out of the way and sank slowly down onto him, wincing as he stretched her walls. "You are big," she murmured, blinking slowly. Rising and letting him slip out before returning and taking more of him in.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," Tony ground out as he filled her completely, his eyes rolled back and he felt white-hot pleasure rip through his abdomen. She ground her clit down into his pelvis, feeling the slipperiness of her flesh, and groaned her agreement. He gripped her hips, desperately needing her to move. "Ziva," he warned and she moved to put her weight on her feet, using his chest for support.

As she started to ride him, slowly at first, and then faster as she grew used to his size, he felt himself torn between watching her face contort in pleasure as she slammed herself down onto his pulsing dick, or the sight of his own wet cock sliding in and out of her. When she started to come around him, his choice was made and he sat up to watch her face as she fell apart, moaning his name so loud he knew she'd have noise complaints in the morning, trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. Tony groaned into her neck, squeezing his eyes closed as she continued to milk him, desperately trying not to finish. He was determined to make her come one more time.

Ziva collapsed forward into his arms, residual tremors rocking her body now and then. She moaned appreciatively as he massaged her shoulders and neck, cupping her face and kissing her deeply. He was still buried deep within her, and he felt himself twitch in desperation, his body in conflict with his desires. Ziva let out a chuckle in between kisses when she felt him move inside her. She raised her head to meet his eyes. "You have more stamina than I thought you would," she commented breathlessly.

"Hey, I'm not that old," he countered, and she smiled at the annoyed look on his face.

"Well, you certainly keep yourself in good shape," she said, teasingly running her fingers across his chest. "Perhaps you can do some work now, yes?" She raised her brow, indicating she had been on top this whole time. Tony grunted as he slipped out of her, and flipped her onto her hands and knees. His ninja moves were nothing compared to hers, and he let out a yelp as he whacked his shin on the side of the bed when he moved to stand behind her. He ignored her laugh.

"Oh, I've done plenty of work, Miss David. I do believe you are already two up." He breathed into her ear, letting his cock slip between her legs so it rested against her moist core.

She let out another throaty chuckle, one that turned into a groan as he shifted and let his tip slide into her opening. "You wish to make it a hat joke, yes?"

"A hat trick. And yes, I do." With that he pushed her head down onto the mattress, presenting her beautiful ass to the hair, and pressed into her until he felt his balls hit her clit. They both let out a loud moan, this position sent him deeper than before, and he gave her a moment to adjust, simply rocking back and forth over her g-spot, letting her get wetter and more relaxed.

Ziva eventually whimpered, and he took that as a sign to move. Hearing that noise again became his only goal. He'd never heard anything sound so sexy. This terrifying, beautiful, ethereal woman was horny and needy and desperate for him and he'd never felt so turned on in his life. The small noises escaping her were just as sexy as her loud screams of pleasure.

"I love – this – position." Her voice was gravelly, thick with arousal. She glanced back to meet his eye and gave him a wink. "You do not have to be so gentle. I will not break."

Tony swore, thrusting harder, and was rewarded with her eyes rolling back as had hands held a death grip on the sheets. "You like it rough, Miss David?" It surprised him. If anything, he thought she would prefer to be in charge, much like she was earlier when she rode him to her own completion. He'd quite happily be anything she wanted as long as she didn't stop looking at him like that, dark eyes flashing dangerously.

She let a smile grace her features, and as he reached to lift her up so that her back was pressed against his chest as he fucked her from behind, she answered, "sometimes. There is a time and a place for everything, yes."

"Mmhmm," he mumbled into her neck, inhaling her scent. He let his left hand stay around her waist, playing with her soft breasts and moved his right to pull her hair back out of her face. Glancing up, he saw the mirror on the vanity table in the corner. He had an idea. Turning them slightly so he could watch her face in the reflection, he pounded into her hard and almost lost it at the sight of her.

Ziva let her head rest back on his shoulder, exposing her long neck and throat. His hand moved from her hair, trailing down her neck and turning her face to him for a filthy kiss. His hand continued its journey, tweaking her nipples as he build a fast, erratic rhythm. Watching her in the mirror was turning out to be the best decision he'd made, he could see her hands clenching and unclenching in the air as she desperately tried to reach her peak. Her breasts bounced with every hard thrust and her face was screwed up in concentration, a fine sheen of sweat coating her body.

He'd never seen a woman look so sexual, so confident in her body, in chasing her desires. He was fast losing control, and let his fingers drop down to rub tight circles on her clit. Her eyes shot open and she jerked as though electrocuted. She started to breathe heavily, her hips moving back against his of their own accord, she was losing control, and he was watching intently as she gave into him. "Please," she begged, frowning at her inability to fall over the edge.

"What do you need, Ziva?" he asked, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold off his own orgasm for her.

"Harder," she demanded. "Harder and deeper."

His answering roar was animalistic as he complied with her request, slamming his hips into her again and again, as deep as he could. When he hit her just right, a combination of a hard thrust and a swipe of her clit, she swore and panted his name as she came again. "Oh God, Tony. Lezayen!"

The feeling of her inner muscles tensing around him, her shaking body, the way she was moaning his name sent him over the edge, and he came harder than he ever thought possible. "Fuck, Ziva," he ground out as he emptied himself deep inside her.

Together they collapsed onto the bed, panting hard as they regained their breath. He slipped out of her, and she rested her head on his chest. Suddenly unsure of what to do, he wrapped his arm around her. Do you cuddle an assassin? Tony lay for a moment, wondering if things were about to become awkward. Or if she were about to kill him.

"So," he started, grimacing at his own awkward attempt to start a conversation after the best sex of his life.

Ziva rolled to lay on her side, resting her head on her hand as she appraised him with an unreadable smile. She let the silence drag out, not letting her gaze drop from him. "You still want that Scotch?" she offered with a shrug.

Tony huffed out a laugh, "No, I'm intoxicated enough after that, thanks." She simply continued to smile at him. He shifted uncomfortably. "Is this the part where you have to kill me for sleeping with you? Or where you shout at me for taking advantage of you?"

She laughed in return. "You watch too many movies." She leant in to kiss him, a softer kiss than he thought he would get, before smiling down at him. "No, this is where I go to sleep because I have a flight tomorrow, and where you either leave or be quiet so I can actually rest."

Tony didn't think he would ever get used to the direct way she did things. It seemed there would be no awkwardness. Sex was sex. He helped her locate her clothes and found his own. As they dressed, he stole glances at her, still in shock that this night had happened at all. She dressed slowly, allowing him to look, offering him sly glances of her own. Once dressed, she approached him, tipping his head to the side and looking at the red marks she had left on his neck and jaw. She winced at the sight but did not look at all apologetic, before turning towards the door.

At the open door, she raised herself up onto her toes and pressed a deep kiss to his lips. Tony felt his mouth open, felt her tongue slip in and dance with his. Kissing her felt right, fisting his hands into her thick curls felt right. Reluctantly they broke apart. She cleared her throat and bit her lip. "If I am actually going to sleep, you must stop kissing me like that."

Tony enjoyed the blush that ran across her cheeks and colored her chest. "Yeah," he replied, with absolutely no conviction. His hand came up to brush a lock of her hair behind her ear, tucking it gently and letting his thumb trace her jaw. He cleared his own throat. "If I'm ever in Israel…"

"I will find you," she replied with a smirk, an air of arrogance returning around her.

"I'm sure you will."

With a final kiss to her cheek, Tony turned and walked back towards the elevator. He felt like his entire world had been turned upside down by one tiny ninja chick, he'd never felt a sexual connection like that with anyone before. He wanted more of her. More of her body, her laugh, her wit.

Disappointment flooded him when he remembered she was leaving, and that it was highly unlikely their paths would ever cross again. It was just his luck. As he left the hotel a thought played on his mind.

Tonight was defiantly a good idea.

Fin.

A/N - Reviews are appreciated.