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They had to wait a week before they had time for another lesson and it couldn't arrive quickly enough for either of them. Tony decided to bring a bottle of wine from his collection to have with their dinner. Ziva was suitably impressed by his choice.

Ziva suggested Tony practice his scales as she prepared their food. In truth she needed some space. He had been crowding her thoughts so much over the past week that if he were to be in the kitchen with her at this point, they may never make it to the piano. Her imagination had conjured up some situations that even now, made her cheeks flush. As she opened the door to her fridge the bottle of caramel sauce caught her eye. Mmm, what she could do with that and one naked Tony DiNozzo. The very thought made her tingle and start to throb low in her pelvis. She had to shake the thought or else she'd be leaving a wet patch on the bench when they sat at the piano together.

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Dinner was quick as Tony was eager to get back to the piano. Ziva seemed surprised and wasn't quite sure what he was up to, but he had a glint in his eye that intrigued her.

"So, how about we try something different." Ziva was back in teacher mode and Tony liked it. He liked it very much. If he did push her against the keyboard and kiss her senseless he wondered if she'd punish him for being a bad boy. Oh how he wished. The past week had driven him crazy with scenarios of what he could do to Ziva, all featuring her and the piano. He couldn't remember the last time someone had affected him so much. Each night he had fantasized about Ziva to the point of having to 'take matters into his own hands' just to enable him to fall asleep.

Ziva opened up some music and began to play. It was one of the classics by Chopin. He watched her intently as she concentrated on the piece, lost in the music as her lithe fingers played effortlessly. Once she finished, she shifted her gaze from the music to Tony. She looked from his hands to his face, then swallowed. "How about you look through the music for this while I go to the bathroom," Ziva quickly left the room, leaving Tony somewhat confused. Her wandering gaze however, did not go unnoticed and he smiled to himself.

In the bathroom Ziva quickly composed herself as she leant against the door, her eyes closed. Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard Chopin filtering into the bathroom.

Ziva silently walked back to the living room and stood behind Tony, who was playing Chopin like the master himself. Not a note out of sync nor a finger misplaced, he played the concerto with perfection.

He turned to face her when he finished. Their eyes met.

"So I see you've been playing me" Ziva spoke first, not sure if she was amused or angered.

"No, but I'd like to" he replied, reaching out to take hold of her arm and lead her towards the piano. Her back against the keyboard, he ran his hands up and down her sides gently as he moved in to kiss her neck, then nip on her earlobe. Ziva ran her hands over his back as he tempted her with feather-light kisses on her throat. She sighed, and pushed his head lower, until he was eye level with her breasts. He inhaled her scent before pushing the thin fabric of her shirt away to reveal her left breast. He nipped at it before fully taking the taut nipple into his mouth, twirling his expert tongue around it as he massaged the other breast with his free hand.

Ziva was in heaven. His mouth was pure magic. She always knew it would be, but she would never admit that to him. A low moan escaped her throat.

Tony lifted his head to kiss her full on the lips for the first time. She responded hungrily, grabbing his head and holding it in place as she explored his mouth with an uninhibited lust that aroused him even more. He lifted her slightly until she was sitting on the keyboard. Continuing to kiss her he moved one hand down to massage between her legs. She willingly opened her legs wider, encouraging him. Ziva placed her feet on the bench either side of Tony as he continued to massage her. The piano keys made random sounds beneath her as she squirmed on the keyboard.

Tony stopped kissing her long enough to look into her eyes, silently asking permission to continue. He didn't need a verbal answer. Ziva moved her hands to undo the buttons on his shirt, running her hands over his chest as he threw the garment to the floor. She then moved one hand lower, to feel him through his jeans. He was hard and he cupped her hand with his own, urging her to push harder against him. He groaned low in his throat as she complied.

Ziva quickly moved her hand away much to Tony's displeasure. She smiled wickedly at him as she began to unbutton her own shirt, and threw it along with her bra onto the floor.

Tony smiled wickedly back at her.

Both of them removed the rest of their clothes until both were completely naked.

Tony admired her incredible, sensual beauty. There sat Ziva David, naked and on the keyboard of her piano. She spread her legs for him as she leant her head back, supporting herself by her hands on the edge of the piano. She smiled, licking her lips, "Like what you see?" she breathed.

Tony didn't think he could get any harder, he was standing to attention in more ways than one. He took a step forward and rubbed himself on the smoothness of her centre. He need never doubted that she waxed. She was completely hair free with the exception of a small spray of fine dark hair glistening with moisture on her mound. She was perfect.

Ziva's legs wrapped themselves around him, urging him closer.

"Not so fast," Tony breathed, as he continued to rub against her smooth, wet folds. "I want to feel all of you."

Ziva moved a hand down to touch him, feeling the soft silkiness of the fine skin covering him before she ran a thumb over his tip, a drop of pre-cum sticking to her. She removed her hand and put her thumb in her mouth, tasting him.

Tony groaned again, the sight almost too much for him in his present state of arousal. He reached down and guided himself into her, both of them moaning out loud at the sensation. Slowly he pushed himself into her as far as he could. He filled her perfectly.

She was perfect, he thought.

They began to move against each other, slowly at first, but increasing the tempo as they ached to feel their release, yet at the same time both wishing to prolong the exquisite pleasure they were creating for each other. The piano keys were continuing to play the entire time, matching Tony and Ziva moan for moan with their intensity.

Tony looked down to watch himself as he pounded in and out of Ziva. She followed his eyes and watched, too. Ziva opened her legs wider and Tony could see their juices coating him and dripping onto the keyboard with each thrust. The visual stimulation along with the physical sensation was nearly too much for him.

"Ziva – I'm close…"

Ziva clutched onto him and pushed herself against him with a primal force.

"Ziva…"

"Me too Tony," she panted as she continued to push hard against him.

Tony grabbed onto her hips and pounded into her hard and fast, Ziva screaming loud as she came, her internal muscles grabbing him and bringing on his own release. They both continued to ride out the pulsations of their orgasms, Ziva's legs going limp against Tony when she eventually came down from her high.

Tony rested his forehead against hers, trying to regain his breath as he leaned heavily against Ziva. If he moved he may well fall over.

He was startled from his reverie by a loud banging sound coming from the downstairs apartment. "Shameless hussy!" came a loud female voice.

"Who's that?"

"Downstairs neighbor, Mrs. Anderson." She smiled. "Wait a minute."

Promptly Mrs. Anderson's loud banging was accompanied by knocking on the living room wall.

"I told you once and I told you twice. Knock it off. I have teenage sons Ms. David!" Came an angry woman's voice. She was followed by her husband.

"Carol! She can have guests if she wants to!"

"What the hell is going on here?" Tony asked.

"The neighbors don't like it when I bring a date home either." She kissed him gently on the lips.

"So I'm a date?" Tony asked between kisses. "Then you won't mind if I stay the night?" Tony continued to kiss Ziva, his hands holding her face as he deepened the kiss.

Ziva smiled into the kiss. Maybe she'd get to try that caramel sauce after all.

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