Notes: Thanks to wanna-be-bold for being my beta on this. It means a lot.
I hope you enjoy this.
I used two prompts from post/167780256210/angstfluff-prompt-list-5 #29 & #64
I don't own anything in this fiction world or NCIS related.
Pink, purple, and orange swirls paint the blue sky as the sun dances closer to the horizon of Washington DC. A long challenging week ending for the agents of the Naval Criminal Investigative Service.
Very special agent Anthony DiNozzo Jr. sits at his desk finishing up his paperwork that he has pushed off and is now kicking himself over. He takes a break from his paperwork and scrolls randomly through webpages. An article catches his eye. "Everything you need to know about Dating a Scorpio."
Cosmopolitan. He loves this magazine and website. Yes, he was getting older, but he was not dead. He was always up for learning new things and unlike Penthouse, Cosmo did have some interesting articles. It totally is for men too and so far, he has had no complaints.
Scorpio. Ziva was a Scorpio, wasn't she? Speaking of Ziva, she had been awfully quiet for several minutes.
He looks across his desk to his partner, who moments ago was finishing up her paperwork as well. However, at this moment, she has both elbows on her desk with one hand cupping her face as she lightly snores.
Interesting.
He looks around the squad room, McGee had long since disappeared to the basement to check on Abby and Gibbs was in the director's office discussing things only the two of them knew about.
He carefully balls up a piece of paper, attempting to not get caught. He pulls back his arm and takes aim only to stop when he hears a sigh come from his partner's slightly parted mouth. He glances once, twice, and a third time to make sure she is still sleeping and takes aim again.
This time he swears he hears a moan make its way out of her kissable mouth. This piques his interest and he decides he must investigate. He would hate for her to get caught, moaning or sleeping on the job.
He puts the ball of paper on his desk and slowly rolls his chair back. Getting up and being quiet as possible, he tiptoes closer to his beautiful yet deadly partner. Standing by the side of her desk as another moan escapes her lips, curiosity gets the best of him and he leans in closer to her. He is close enough he can almost feel the breath come out of her mouth as she moans again. Not just any kind of moan, either. This was a moan he was accustomed to hearing from his female companions after he took them home following a nice dinner.
A smile forms on his lips and his eyes sparkle as he impatiently waits for what will happen next. He hears her take a deep breath and then a moan followed his name comes out of her mouth.
Tony?
Wait a minute.
She was dreaming and moaning for him?
His smile got bigger. She wouldn't be living this down anytime soon. He leans in close and whispers, "Yes, Ziva?"
Suddenly her eyes shoot open and she stands up straight. Deer in the headlights look before she catches herself with her hands flat on her desk.
She turns her head slightly, she looks at him through hooded eyes as a come-hither smile spreads across her face, "Mmm...Tony," she says breathlessly.
"I couldn't help but overhear you while I was sitting at my desk, uh, totally minding my own business. I heard my name. Is there something I can help you with, sweet cheeks?"
"It has been a rather long week. I must have dozed off for a bit. I was having the most interesting dream," she says, and she looks at his lips and gets closer to his face. He feels her breath on his lips and when her tongue swipes along her lips he can feel it on his own.
He smirks bashfully as he falls under her spell, not that it took much these days. "What was happening in this dream? Care to share?" He asks.
"You think you can handle it?" she asks him while licking her lips.
"Try me, Zee-vah," He challenges her.
"We are in my bed. We're naked and your hands are in my hair. My legs are around your waist as you kiss me. You start to pull my hair and kiss down my neck. It felt so good, so real." She says as she blushes and bites her lower lip.
He chuckles at her blush, "You were really dreaming about this? Wow. I thought I was the only one who had dreams like this- "
She puts a finger to his lips and says, "I wasn't finished yet."
"My hands are wandering down your chest, your skin is hot under my fingertips. I reach between us, the heat warming my hand as I grab between your legs. You gasp against my neck as my other hand makes its way down my body to my thigh holster. I kiss your lips as I take the knife out and plunge it into your gut." She watches as her words register in his mind and she starts laughing at his shocked expression.
He starts to laugh nervously, "I know I've told you this before but you're a sick chick, David."
She only laughs harder as she holds her belly and before he can return to his desk, he feels the familiar sting of a hand slapping him on the back of his head.
"Ziver, go home, get some rest." Their boss says sternly but with a smirk on his face. She wastes no time in gathering her things and heading toward the elevator.
"DiNozzo! Go home. Take a cold shower and get some rest." His boss chuckles as he walks around his desk and sits in his chair.
"Yes, boss." He grabs his backpack and runs toward the elevator to catch up with that crazy partner of his.
He slides through the closing doors just in time as he looks at her, her cheeks red from laughing and eyes bright with delight.
He smiles his most charming smile before he asks, "If you're not busy… maybe we can get dinner? Without the weapons."