A Ride Home

Chapter 4

Fortunately for everyone reading this, I do not own NCIS or any of its characters. If I did the show would probably have been cancelled before the first season was over as I don't think I could ever possess the patience nor the talent to write out one script, much less a whole season's worth. I am only borrowing the characters for a little bit, but promise to return them to DPB as soon as I have had my fun.

Warning: Spoilers for "Head Case" and "Ravenous"

A/N:Alright Lovely People, here it is, Chapter 4. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks again for all of the wonderful reviews. You never realize how important they are to the author until you begin writing your own stories.

Ziva and Tony rode the elevator up to her apartment in relative silence, the heat and electricity flowing between them in the small space. As they stepped out onto Ziva's floor Tony was close behind Ziva with a hand on her lower back. She reached the door to her apartment and placed the key in the lock gaining them entrance into her home.

They stepped inside and Ziva went to turn on a lamp in the corner. As light spilled over the room, Tony noticed that the apartment was decorated in rich, vibrant colors with accent pieces placed here and there; enough to give the place a warm feel without seeming cluttered. He also spotted the infamous piano that the autopsy gremlin had supposedly tuned, leaning up against the wall across from the door.

Ziva took her jacket off and placed it in the closet and gestured to Tony to hand over his to be placed there as well. As eager as they both were to touch each other, they hesitated, neither wanting to be the one to make the first move. For two people who generally had no qualms about their sexual aggression this seemed odd. They both sensed that this was different and would not be like any other time, which caused them to approach the situation with a bit more reverence.

Ziva decided that maybe she should show Tony around her apartment to ease the tension. She smiled and said, "Come on, I'll give you a tour."

Tony let Ziva grab his hand and lead him through her apartment. "OK, to your left is the kitchen, nothing too special. Down the hall on the right is the bathroom."

Tony poked his head in the door and smiled. It was different than he had expected, soft and feminine with a shower curtain covered in soft purple flowers and a matching picture on the wall. On the towel rack were fluffy towels, in shades of dark purple and a pale violet. He grinned saucily when he spotted a purple lace bra on a hanger above the shower curtain. He quickly grabbed the garment before Ziva could spot it, turning to her and holding it close for inspection. "Well, well, seems our favorite She-Spy favors Victoria's Secret. Tell me, Officer David, do you have the matching undies?"

Ziva grabbed the bra from Tony and carried it with her down the hall. "That is for me to know, Agent DiNozzo, and for you to possibly find out. If you are lucky," she replied.

"Come on. This is the spare room which I use for an office," she said while opening the door to a room a few feet down from the bathroom on the left. Inside this room was a large desk with a computer and printer perched on top of it as well as a double bed and shelves filled with books. Many of their titles appeared to be in Hebrew. Ziva closed the door and continued down the hall to the last door which Tony deduced would lead to her bedroom.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside slightly. Again, this room displayed a soft, feminine side to Ziva that most would not expect. A large cherry sleigh bed covered in a rich purple comforter piled high with throw pillows in varying shapes and sizes and shades of purple and white. There was also a soft, white knit throw folded and placed over the foot of the bed. On either side of the bed were cherry nightstands matching the bed, as well as a chest of drawers on the wall facing the bed. A comfy looking chair covered in white fabric sat in a corner by the window. Candles and photos were placed randomly throughout the room.

Tony walked into the room to peer at a picture on the dresser. It looked to be three or four years old. It was of Ziva and an older man who looked so much like her it had to be her father, Director David. Although they had their arms around each other in a loving gesture, the smiles on their faces did not quite meet their eyes. Tony decided not to comment on this and merely asked, "Is that your father?"

Ziva walked over and glanced at the photo before replying, "Yes, that was taken at a birthday party when I turned 21." She turned to face Tony and was overcome by his closeness. She looked into his eyes before dropping her gaze down to glance at his lips.

Tony mirrored her actions before moving closer. "So," he said his lips hovering dangerously close to hers "are we ready to order that food yet?"

She laughed that deep, throaty laugh that Tony loved, and briefly touched her lips to his before replying, "No, my hunger for food seems to have disappeared."

"That's funny. I seem to be experiencing a loss of hunger for food as well, but now I have this aching need for something soft and sweet," and he pressed his lips firmly to hers.

Ziva eagerly kissed him back threading her fingers through his hair while he gripped her hips and pulled her closer. Needing to feel and taste more of him, Ziva ran her tongue along the edge of his lips before he eagerly parted them allowing her access to his sweet mouth. Their tongues tangled as they ravaged each other's mouths. Months of repressed sexual tension had left them eager to touch, taste, and feel as much as they could, as quickly as possible. There would be time for thoroughness and finesse later.

Tony broke away from Ziva's mouth gasping for air before beginning to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat. Ziva moaned and Tony was reminded of the time he had heard her moan before when they were under cover. God, he loved that sound.

As Tony made his way down her throat, Ziva began undoing the buttons on Tony's shirt eager to touch and taste his hot skin. She quickly removed the garment and tossed it to the floor. She let out a frustrated growl when her quest for skin was thwarted yet again by his undershirt. Impatiently, she pulled it from his pants and over his head, momentarily interrupting Tony's sampling of her neck. The man had a wonderful mouth.

With the undershirt gone, there were no longer any barriers between Ziva and Tony's naked chest. She ran her hands slowly from his shoulders to the waistband of his pants, caressing his taunt skin. Tony made a sound deep in his throat expressing his enjoyment of her hands on his flesh.

Ziva pushed Tony onto the bed and straddled him. She hovered over him and placed a kiss on his lips before remarking, "My turn." She then began placing soft kisses on his skin, making her way from his mouth, down his neck, and to his chest. When she reached his chest she swirled her tongue over his nipples, gently sucking. Ziva slowly ran her open mouth over the muscled ridges of his stomach. When she reached the waistband of his pants, she nipped the flesh there and ran her tongue under the band to tease him.

Tony couldn't take much more of this; he had never known a woman with such a magical mouth before. Before Ziva knew what was happening he had flipped them, swapping their positions. He reached down and quickly removed her shirt and bra, then sat back on his heels to take in the vision before him.

"God, Ziva, you are so beautiful," he said and proceeded to show her just how beautiful he thought she was. He kissed his way down to her breasts. Once there he gently sucked her nipple into his mouth, running his tongue around the taunt nub. With one hand he reached down and began caressing her crotch through her pants.

Ziva writhed and moaned, "Tony, I want you now," she gasped out. "No more waiting, NOW."

"Whatever the Spy-Girl wants," was Tony's reply.

They quickly removed the rest of their clothing and then the only sounds were their low moans and gasps and soft murmurs of pleasure. They took turns pleasuring each other to the breaking point, stopping just before they could fall over the cliff of ecstasy, until at last they reached the peak together. Then their worlds shattered and they fell together, clinging to each other as a lifeline.

TBC...

A/N: I have another brief chapter planned. As always, the more reviews I receive the quicker I will update. I know, I'm evil ;).