Okay. Once Again I don't own these characters or the show. We all know it. Bummer. Thanks to Jacey05 & tonyzivafan for their inspiration. Jeanne
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Saturday Morning.
Tony woke to U2 blasting out of his precious surround sound speakers. He sat up and groggily rubbed his eyes. What the hell? It's five a.m.!
In a stupor he stumbled out into the kitchen and sat down at the table, head in his hands. "Will you turn that off?" he groaned.
"In a second. This is the best part!" Ziva said. She turned the volume up and Bono's voice flooded the apartment 'and you give yourself away…"
"Ziva." Tony said, his exasperation evident. "Please."
Ziva pressed her lips together to hide her smile as she turned volume down. "Bad night?" She slid a cup of coffee across the table to him. He looked like hell and it was all her fault. I think I feel round two coming on tonight, maybe a double and some roaming hands…
"I couldn't sleep. You kick." Tony rubbed his face.
"No, I don't." She retorted.
Tony ignored her. He didn't have the energy to play games with her. "What's for breakfast?"
"You want me to pour your cereal? Want me to get a spoon and feed it to you too?" Sarcasm oozed from her voice.
"No. Make something good."
"Fine." Ziva stood and rooted through the cabinets and came up with enough to make French toast. "Do you ever eat real food? Someday all the junk's going to catch up with you and you're going to wake up alone an old fat man."
Tony grunted and sipped his coffee. God I hope not.
Ziva cracked two eggs into a bowl and whisked in a cup of milk. "So what will you have me do today?"
"My laundry needs to get done. And don't get any ideas. I don't want it coming out too small or all one color."
"I'd never do that. I have to be seen in public with you." She snipped. She dipped two slices of bread into the batter and pushed them down with a fork soaking them with the eggy mixture.
"And I think we will watch movies. I can think of some ones you'll love." He smirked. "I'm thinking Steve McQueen."
Ziva grinned as she slid the batter laiden bread into the frying pan. "Whatever you say."
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"I don't believe this! The entire collection? You messed up my entire collection?" Tony yelled. He stood in disbelief the front of his bookshelf of movies. Not only had Ziva taken them out of alphabetical order, she'd put them all in the wrong cases. I so should just have gone for sex. But I can't now. No way am I going to give her the satisfaction of winning. "Do you know how long it's going to take to fix this?"
Ziva stood directly behind him, her chin on his shoulder. "A long time, yes?"
"Yes."
"I'll fix it if you like." She teased.
"No. You're not touching these again."
She gave a small laugh. "Suit yourself. Why don't you go look at one of your magazines? I have laundry to do."
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"I didn't know you wore make up." Tony hovered behind Ziva as she attempted to pick a chunk of mascara from her eye.
"Just mascara. Will you get away from me?" She spoke so fast her words gushed together.
"Oh, I'm sorry, am I annoying you?" He taunted.
"Give it a rest Tony. You're just mad because I threw out your magazines. They were filthy."
"They weren't porn! And besides, you read them too."
"No, I mean they were literally filthy. They smelled like pizza and beer. You boys must have had yourselves a good time."
"We did." Tony tugged on her hair as she attempted to apply mascara to her other eye. "You know. Now that you've had your shower and gotten all gussied up I think I know what I want to do." Tony smiled at her in the mirror.
"No."
"You don't even know what it is yet."
"No, but I know you." She said, screwing the cap closed on the tube.
Tony clasped both hands on he shoulders. "Let's go for a run."
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Maybe this wasn't such a hot idea. Tony felt his sleep deprived body protest as he and Ziva jogged through the gates to the park. He was a decent runner and a better sprinter-it paid to be able to quickly outpace the bad guys. But today he felt like he was running through water. Just twenty minutes. Twenty more minutes, adrenaline will kick in and you'll be okay.
Ziva paced herself evenly with him despite her shorter stature. He glanced at her and quickly returned his eyes to the path. He did not need to be distracted by her. She wore black spandex pants and a red jog bra. Damn. She actually makes those things look good.
Ziva slid him a sideways smile and returned her eyes to scan their surroundings. Even on a Saturday morning in broad daylight, Ziva was ever alert. She ran without music, her eyes absorbing her surroundings. She took in everything, the family having a picnic, the young couple on rollerblades, the vagabond whistling at her and making obscene suggestions.
She glanced at Tony. He had started to sweat, perspiration seeping through his shirt. Stop it Ziva. He looks good and he knows it. Don't give in. "How far are we going?" She asked.
"5k loop through the park."
"That's it? That's nothing." She teased. "In the army it was at least 10k. You up for it?"
"Fine. 10k. We'll run the loop twice and then back home."
"Better." She smiled. She knew he was tired and she was savvy enough to take advantage of it. "Race you?"
"That depends. What's the winner get?"
"First in the shower and bragging rites."
"You're on."
Ziva smiled and pulled ahead treating him to a view of her spandex clad backside.
Tony's eyes fixated on her form in motion. Watch it DiNozzo. She's just teasing you. Don't look at her butt.
He rallied and pulled up evenly with her. Together they raced neck in neck around the park, each one managing to out pace the other for a little while. In sight of the front steps of the apartment building Ziva put on a final burst of speed. She raced up the steps, up the stairs and collided with the front door just as Tony's sweaty body slammed into her back, the loser by a second.
"I win." She grunted as he pushed the air from her lungs. "Let me in, shower's all mine."
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Ziva stood under the warm water enjoying the sensation as it coursed down her body. Tony had quite the lovely shower, a small tiled room separate from the tub. She turned and let the stream flow down her back. There's enough room for two in here. I wonder if Tony…No way. There's no you're going to let him get to you. He passed you up. You don't want it.
Ziva heard the bathroom door open. She pushed the glass door open and stuck her head out in time to see Tony step into the room.
"What are you doing in here? I won. It's my turn."
"That was half an hour ago." He said. He still wore his sweat soaked clothes.
She looked him over appraisingly. Stop undressing him Ziva! "I'll get out when I'm done." She said.
"You're done now." Tony stripped and dropped his shirt and shorts on the tile floor. "Get out."
"If you want it that badly you can just get in." She said meeting his eyes. She did not seem to notice the double entendre.
"Fine then." Tony opened the shower door and stepped in, pushing her out of the way and stepping in front of the spray.
Ziva looked him over toes to head. "Hmmp."
"What?" He said.
"Nothing." She smirked.
He followed her gaze as her eyes drifted downward. "You like what you see, don't you?"
"I think you're the one who likes what he sees." She said. "Here, let me help you out." Ziva reached past him, her naked wet body aligned with his for an instant. She heard him suck in his breath just before she turned the water on cold.
"That's it Zee-vah." Seizing her by the shoulders he picked her up and set her out of the shower. "Oh. Don't forget to toss those clothes in the laundry." He pointed to his discarded running shorts and shirt in a heap on the floor.
Sullenly Ziva dried off. She wrapped her towel around her torso and tucked the end in securing it to her body.She looked at Tony. He had his hair full of shampoo and his eyes closed. Big mistake. Swiftly she scooped up his sweaty clothes, grabbed all the towels and dumped the lot into the shower.
Tony's eyes snapped open and he blinked the suds out of them. "That's so not funny David."
"I think it is." She said straight faced
"That's it!" He roared. Drenched and dripping he shot out of the shower and lunged at her.
Ziva took of running. She hadn't really expected him to drip dry in the shower. Not really. She was about to lock the bedroom door behind her when he burst through. She had to jump to avoid being hit by the door.
In a flash Tony had her pinned against the wall.
Admit it Ziva. You wanted to get caught.
Tony placed his hands on either side of her shoulders and leaned in, his forehead touching hers. He brushed her lips with his. Ziva responded eagerly. She reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him deeply, leaving no doubt about what she wanted.
Tony broke off the kiss. "Good?"
"Mhmm,." She murmured, eyes closed.
"Good." He moved his mouth lower and kissed the swell of her breast. She sighed. Tony hooked a finger into her towel and kissed her again. Dropping her towel she urged his mouth to her breast. He obliged gently sucking it.
Ziva glanced at the bed. Ziva, Ziva, Ziva. This is not good. She leaned her head back against the wall, enjoying the feel of his mouth on her body. Oh, but it is.
"Got you." Tony said as he pulled away, her towel in his hand. He gave her the DiNozzo full on smile and stalked back to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Ziva stood naked, her wet hair dripping puddles in the carpet. She shouted. "You know I was faking last night?"
"I know." He lied through the door. "I would've made you scream a lot louder than that."
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