A/N: Ok so here's where things get pretty hot between our favorite couple… just a warning. This chapter is pretty much all rated 'M' for obvious reasons!

Chapter 5

Ziva wasn't usually one to feel ill at ease in any given situation, but the way Tony was looking at her made her somewhat restless. Perhaps the fact they were also being stalked by a deranged killer had something to do with it, not to mention Tony's injured ankle. Basically they were trapped in the cabin, as David Murray surely knew they were in there. He may well have even led them in its direction, who knows. Either way, it was just a matter of time before he made his next move.

She stood to retrieve some of the blankets from the other side of the room. Both of them were still soaking wet from the rain and despite the tension in the air, she was actually cold. Dumping the blankets on the floor in front of the fire, Ziva looked at Tony who still sat at the table, his injured ankle resting on a log for support. "We need to get out of these wet clothes." She spoke directly at him.

Tony heard her words but they didn't register, that is until he caught on that they would end up naked as a result. His ankle was beyond hurting, it was almost numb. He didn't really have a logical explanation for it. The fire crackled and he noticed Ziva shivering in the half-light. It broke him out of his trance.

"You're freezing." He finally spoke.

"Good to see you still have your keen investigative eye, Sherlock." Ziva folded her arms across her body and began to rub them up and down her sides to help ward off the chill. Her teeth were lightly chattering.

Tony slowly moved from the chair, carefully lowering himself to the floor. He reached for a blanket and wrapped it around Ziva's shoulders. "Here." He said softly. A shiver ran down her spine as his breath touched her bare neck.

Ziva began to remove her clothes while covering herself with the blanket. She wasn't being coy, she was just plain cold and needed all the warmth she could muster. She could hear Tony moving behind her, and his sharp intake of breath alerted her. Turning around, the blanket wrapped tightly around her now naked body, she could see the anguish on his face as he struggled to remove his pants.

"Here." Without making eye contact, she helped him get his jeans over his injured ankle. It was then that she noticed the blood had already begun to seep through her make-shift bandage. She looked up and met his eyes. "We have to fix your bandage…"

Tony nodded, his damp clothes now forming a pile next to him. He shivered lightly, partly from the cold and partly from the scratchiness of the old blanket rubbing against his bare skin. Ziva carefully removed the bandage, revealing the wound. Not only did Tony need his ankle set, but he also needed stitches and no doubt antibiotics. She had no idea how they would continue on. The cabin proved a safe haven for now, but for how long?

"May I?" Ziva asked Tony as she picked up his discarded jeans, pushing the thought of being trapped by a gun wielding madman to the back of her mind for the time being.

"Why not," he answered vaguely, somewhat preoccupied.

Ziva began to tear new strips of fabric from his already torn jeans to make fresh bandages. Her pack was nearby, so she used what she could to help clean the open wound. Tony studied her carefully as she dressed his ankle with a serious determination. The firelight bounced off her right shoulder which had broken free of the blanket. Her skin glowed warm and soft. He reached over to touch it, brushing the side of her face with his hand as he leant across her.

Looking up, she watched him as he gently stroked her shoulder. "Your ankle…" she hadn't realized she had been holding her breath, and it came out in almost a whisper. "It's the best I can do…"

"Its fine." He responded, never moving his gaze from her shoulder. The firelight reflecting against her skin had him mesmerized.

Ziva decided it was time to take action. They had danced around this for far too long, and she knew Tony would not object, judging by his current state of mind. 'His permanent state of mind,' she thought to herself, a small smile forming on her slightly parted lips. Keeping her eyes locked on Tony's face, she dropped the blanket and moved to kneel in front of him, her naked body tantalizingly close to him. Tony silently looked down at her, taking in her incredible beauty. He moved his hand from her shoulder down her side to her hip, then back up to cup her right breast, her nipple already hard. She moaned low in her throat as he began to touch both her breasts, gently massaging them at first. She arched into his hands, his touch was incredible. If he could do this with his hands, what could he do with his mouth and tongue? The thought of Tony's hot mouth on her made her moan again, louder this time.

Tony couldn't take it any more, he had to feel all of her. Under the scratchiness of the blanket his erection was aching to be free. He shrugged the blanket from his own body, and inched forward closer to Ziva. He had to be careful not to disturb his ankle, so he sat with his legs slightly splayed. Ziva moved to sit on his lap almost immediately.

"Ohhhh…" he let out a long, strangled groan. "Ziva, you are so hot…"

Sitting on his lap, his hardness was brushing against her belly as he pulled her in for a heated kiss. He nipped at her lips at first, until finally plunging his tongue into her hot mouth. She kissed him back with intense passion. God, he couldn't get enough of her. Her hard nipples grazed his chest hair as she dug her hands into his hair, deepening the kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Ziva panted as she stared back at him. He was breathing equally as hard and before she realized what he was doing, she could feel his fingers stroking her between her legs.

She was so smooth, he need never have doubted she shaved. He felt his erection twitch in anticipation. How he wanted to be inside her! He didn't think he could wait any longer. He moved his fingers quicker, inserting one of them into her. She moaned again and ground herself against his hand.

Ziva opened her eyes to see Tony watching her every move. He was moaning with her, and as she rode his hand, she looked down to watch him bobbing against her belly. He was impressively large, and she could see dampness on his tip. She was so close but she wanted him to be inside her when she came, so she reached for his hand and motioned for him to move. Spreading her legs over him, they both watched as she slowly impaled herself on him, taking him in, inch by inch until she was completely filled.

"Oh, Ziva…" was all Tony could manage. He clutched onto her as she began to ride him. He kept up with her, pushing up into her as she ground herself against him. She could feel the pressure of her release building, and began to move quicker. Tony grasped onto her hips, he didn't know how much longer he could wait. As Ziva changed position slightly she squirmed on him before grinding against him again. That was all it took. He let go, screaming her name as he shook with such intensity he felt he would pass out. Almost immediately he felt her tighten around him as she too let go, both of them screaming out in unison.

Resting her head against his shoulder as she tried to regain her breath, Ziva could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm as Tony moved slightly beneath her. Sensing this, Tony moved his hand in between them and began to rub her already sensitized nub. Her eyes shot open and she flung her head back to look at him as she realized what he was doing. Her body responded eagerly and before long she came again, whimpering in ecstasy as he continued to stimulate her. Watching him pleasure her, Ziva was still incredibly turned on. She kissed him passionately as he removed his hand and ran it up and down her back.

Once they finally broke the kiss, Tony smiled wickedly, raising an eyebrow. "You are an excellent nursemaid, Ziva." His voice was low and husky.

She cocked an eyebrow back at him. "Well I had a very willing patient."

Ziva squirmed on his lap as he was still inside her. Tony closed his eyes. "What are you trying to do now, kill me?" He smiled as he kept his eyes closed in pure bliss.

"If you like." She answered with mischief in her voice.

Tony had somehow managed to forget all about his ankle not to mention the scratchy blankets they were sitting on. If David Murray didn't know where they were before, he certainly did now, not to mention knowing exactly what they were doing. The whole park knew what they were doing. At this point, Tony didn't care. Ziva began to lick at his neck, and he could feel himself hardening inside her again.

Outside the rain still fell, and nightfall was well on its way. They weren't going anywhere anytime soon. Tomorrow they would figure out what to do next. In the meantime, Tony had a few ideas about what he could do with Ziva. He ran his hands up and over her breasts, lowering his mouth to suckle on one of them. She screamed out into the early evening air. Tony smiled, thankful the night was still young…

TBC…