SMUT chapter, just saying. There is an M rating on this story for a reason.
Chapter Five
The shower had definitely made him feel a little better. However, he was finished his beer and his skin was bright red, so it was probably time to get out.
He closed off the water and dried himself. He wiped his hand across the mirror to clear the steam. He didn't just feel five years older, he looked it too.
He wrapped his towel around his waist and headed to the kitchen for another drink. He was thinking whisky this time.
Derek had given him one of his bottles the other day, right now he couldn't be more grateful for it.
He walked out of his bathroom and headed for the kitchen. He opened the top cupboard and got the whiskey bottle down.
"You are going to pour me one of those?" the exotic voice filled his ears.
Tony got such a fright he jumped and his head hit the underside of the open cupboard.
"Fuck" he swore. Did he walk right passed her?
Suddenly she was next to him.
"You Americans are really pay little attention" she stated, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other by his ear so she could bend his head down for her to assess.
Her hands were warm, and much softer at the touch then he expected. As much as he was trying not to think about her unprofessionally, that's definitely where his mind was going now that he could feel her hands on his skin.
"Pretty sure I saved your ass today, thank you" he replied, slightly grumpy now that his head was throbbing. He felt her hands tense on his skin.
Suddenly she let him go.
"You will survive" she pressed out. Suddenly, her playful mood had gone sour. What had he said?
He saved her ass.
Now he was starting to realise why she'd been strange today. She hadn't seen the gunman.
That's why she looked so ghostly. She had probably been kicking herself all day that she hadn't seen him and that a American had saved her professional killer self.
"I should not be here" she went on, turning towards his door.
"Hey" he said softly, grabbing her by the wrist.
Maybe that was a bad decision.
All of a sudden he was flat on his back and Ziva was on top of him. Probably not in the preferred way.
Her knee was between his legs, one hand at the base of his neck. Both options ready to attack if she needed.
"I do not appreciate being grabbed like that" she was very tense. He was starting to see the scary side of Ziva, but he's sure it nowhere near her scariest.
And she was very strong. He wasn't a tiny man.
He held up his hands.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be hostile with you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay" he stated.
She narrowed her eyes at him.
"I am fine" she pressed out.
He wasn't convinced. But he had no idea how to go about something like this with a woman like her.
"We don't have to talk about it. Maybe we could just have that drink that you came over for?" he knew she wasn't going to open up to him after five minutes of knowing him. Heck, he didn't really open up to anyone often and he wasn't some badass ninja.
So he tried to take them back to where they were before he said what he did.
He knows what conversations to avoid now.
She wasn't easing up her hold on him.
"I'm pretty thirsty after smacking my head, I may not need to see the doctor, but I definitely need a stiff drink" he tried again. He watched as her eyes assessed him, tried to read him. He tried to give his best relaxed, joker smile.
That worked.
"I guess it is the least I can do for scaring you" she stated, relaxing slightly. However, he could feel the tension was still there.
Ziva stood up, gracefully. He attempted to do the same, but he clearly wasn't as nibble as her, and he was only wearing a towel.
He saw the direction of her gaze and he wonders how much she had just seen of him.
She offered him a hand up, he obliged.
"Thank you" he made sure to tighten his towel a little bit more once he'd stood "See anything you like?" he asked with a wink. She seemed to enjoy banter with him in the car earlier, so why not?
She cracked a smile and laughed.
Tony couldn't tell if she was laughing at him, or in regards to what she saw.
Suddenly he felt a little insecure.
"Ha ha ha" he mocked, feeling like an embarrassed fifth grader when someone pulled his pants down and everyone laughed "You pour the drinks, I'm putting something more appropriate on" he said.
She turned towards the cupboard and he caught the corner of her smile.
He's happy if his embarrassment had made her relax and smile again, that seemed like a worthwhile deal.
And yeah, he noticed when she was watching him change out of the corner of her eye.
She might have hit him up about wanting to have sex with him earlier today, but he's pretty sure he gets the feeling that the want is mutual.
Surely there's nothing wrong with adults having casual sex? They can be professional.
Once he had on a t-shirt and jeans, she'd already made herself at home on his small couch. He joined her and sat down, picking up the whiskey she had poured.
Clearly this woman could drink, at the amount of whiskey she had poured them. She hadn't been light handed on the pour.
He was very aware of how close they were sitting.
His knee was touching hers, and it felt like his knee was on fire from the contact.
He took a sip of the whiskey and tried to ignore how hot the room suddenly felt.
She was here, in his room. And they were drinking.
Clearly there was attraction on both sides if the eyes she was giving him were anything to go off.
This could go down a very dangerous path right now.
And by dangerous path he meant the two of them fucking like wild animals.
He was only slightly scared about how crazy she probably was between the sheets, but mostly he was excited about the idea.
If that's the thing that kills him on this deployment, he'd be okay with that.
They locked eyes.
She held his gaze over her glass as she sipped some more whisky.
"Your eyes are letting secrets slip again Tony" she purred.
God, his jeans sudden felt tight.
"Maybe that's by purpose" he challenged. Not dropping his eyes from hers.
"Hmm" she downed her whole drink.
He downed his.
His head spun from the rush of a lot of alcohol in one go.
What was happening right now?
She stood and the couch dipped again as her knees planted themselves either side of his.
His head spun again, but not from the whiskey this time.
Her hands snaked onto his shoulders, and again her touch was extremely soft. He didn't underestimate the power those hands probably had though, he's seen some of it.
He cautiously touched his hands to her hips. His mouth felt dry when he attempted to speak.
"Do you think this is a good idea?" he asked. He had never ever, been the one to be reasonable when sex was on the table. But this was a whole other ballgame.
She leant down so her full weight was on his lap and her lips hovered in front of his.
"It is just sex yes?" she held his gaze, her eyes and lips smirking at him.
He supposes he's already distracted by her, having sex would hopefully clear his mind so he could focus better.
Plus, sex with her? How would he ever live with himself if he passed up such a delicious offer?
She must have seen his mind being made in his eyes, because the next minute her soft lips were on his.
He had to hold back a moan when she leant further into him with her hips.
His hands gripped onto her hips tightly as he held back his urge to flip her onto her back already.
Her kisses were soft, hot and wet. She was gentle in her kisses at the start. But it didn't take long for her tongue to find its way into his mouth.
And then her teeth pulled at his lower lip.
God.
If this was her kissing, he can only imagine how wildly amazing her sex is.
His hands found their way under her shirt, and he wasn't sure if he should be worried, or laugh when his hand came in contact with a pistol tucked into the back of her pants. Probably a little of both.
When her hand grabbed his, he made sure to relax.
What had he got himself into now?
Right now, he didn't care about anything other than her getting naked.
Even if it kills him.
"How many weapons am I going to find on you?" Tony cracked, making sure she knew he wasn't going to take any of them off her. He didn't want to die.
She smiled coyly at him and stood up.
"I want you on the bed" she instructed. Dominantly.
Now, he had never been into the dominant/submissive thing before, but suddenly he can see the excitement.
"Yes Ma'am" he replied. At his comment she leant down and bit his lip, a little harder it almost hurt.
"Do not call me that" she whispered against his lips, he chuckled at how much that term had irritated her. He'll remember that one.
When she stood back up she pulled him up by his t-shirt.
His excitement was very, very obvious in his jeans right now.
They ended up at the end of his bed and he couldn't help but steal another passionate kiss with her. His hands were greedy on her, but so were hers on him.
"Off" she demanded, pulling at his shirt. He smirked as he lifted his shirt off and threw it somewhere.
"Maybe I should have stayed in the towel" he offered. Her hands went to the button on his jeans and his pulse jumped.
"Maybe" she whispered against his lips as she began kissing him again. He's never had anyone kiss him quite like she is, there is just something in the way she does things with her mouth that drives him wild.
He really hopes he's not going to embarrass himself with how long she's going to make him last.
At this rate, it's not going to take long.
However, he has a feeling she won't be leaving until she gets hers either. He's going to make damn well sure she's going to get exactly what she came here for, he's a man of respect in the bedroom.
His jeans drop to the floor and when her hands touch him, he has to hold his breath.
This time, he can't hold back his moan "Fuck".
He cannot believe how good her hands feel. He can feel her smiling against his neck and all of sudden he's pushed onto his back on the bed.
She is so dominant. It's driving him crazy.
How is it he's completed naked and she's still head to toe dressed?
She looks down at him under teasing eyes. A smirk on her lips.
Oh, she is without a doubt enjoying teasing him to his wits end. She enjoys it far too much, but he's not complaining.
She lifts her shirt over her head and her breasts are full and sitting pretty in black lace. Her skin is caramel all over. Wow.
She's so beautiful.
"You're so-" he began as he sat up, wanted to tell her but her finger pressed to his lips.
"Sshhh" she purred. He knows she knew what he was going to say, maybe his eyes told her all she needs to know?
Maybe she doesn't want to hear affectionate words from him? This was just sex after all.
A knife was removed from her bra and her gun from her cargo pants.
He chuckled.
She unbuttoned her pants and they fell to the floor. There was a heavy cluck onto the floor so he suspected some other weapon was in her pants.
He's never thought a woman strapped up with weapons would do it for him, but he'd never been so turned on in his life like he was right now.
She was so deadly.
That was meant to scary, but he's so aroused at the thought right now.
He kind of understands why chicks always go for bad boys now, cause Ziva is definitely a bad girl and he's so into it.
And yes, she had black lace to match the top on the bottom.
His hands went to her hips then and his fingers traced down her left side where she had a knife holster on her thigh. He's pretty sure she didn't buy that at the lingerie store. But in Israel, he probably wouldn't be surprised.
He didn't dare touch the knife though.
"Is this staying?" he asked looking up at her. She was smiling again. Her smile was so contagious.
He doesn't know why she doesn't smile more at work. She's beautiful.
"No, but do not be worried if I keep it close" she let him know. He's not surprised. She was a trained killer, it's probably a habit.
"I better do a good job so I don't lose any bits then" he smirked. She chuckled.
Her laugh was throaty and unique. Just like everything else about her, he couldn't get enough of it.
He watched as she unclipped her knife and placed it on his bedside table, sending him a wink.
Then, her bra went and her panties followed quickly after.
The lights were still on so he could see her in full. The caramel skin was everywhere and he wonders if she takes the time to sunbath naked to look like that?
Most woman he's slept with have turned the lights off by this point but Ziva, she wasn't afraid to show him every inch of her body.
And damn, it was delicious.
His hands reached out to touch as she climbed over him and began kissing him again.
Her nakedness on his, made him see stars.
Then her teeth were nibbling at his lip again and she brought them together at the hips. He had to hold her there for a moment to regain his composure.
She was hot, and very wet.
Wow.
She wasn't shy about getting hers first, not one bit. He had to use all his strength to not give in to the sweet release, because he wanted her to have hers again before he decides this moment was over.
Surprising to him, she lets him flip her over.
This time, he dominated her. And yeah, it seemed like she liked it too. When she lets out a loud moan and lets go again, he joins her.
Holy fuck.
He can't breathe.
He thinks he's gone blind but his eyes clear and he's looking down at a sweaty, very relaxed Ziva.
This, was a sight he would very much like to see again.
Somehow, she was even more beautiful.
She looked so different right this second to the woman who stands tall and strong at work. It was almost like she was sharing a secret part of herself with him.
And sex with Ziva, was better than he ever imagined it being.
He didn't think she would be one for a cuddle, so he didn't try initiate one.
He watched as she got up and wondered over to his fridge. She bent over to reach into the fridge and the angle of her ass had him thinking all sorts of other naughty things.
She definitely is going to kill him before he leaves the country.
She returned to the bed with two beers and handed him one.
"See anything you like yet?" he asked, referring to their earlier conversation.
She chuckled.
"I guess you will never know" she said, smiling around her beer.
"Oh, I think I know" he winked, and again she chuckled. Yes, he could tell just how much she liked it.
It fell silent between them for a while, not that it was awkward. Somehow it was a comfortable silence.
"Tony?" Ziva stirred him from his heavy eyelids which were falling.
"Yeah?" he asked, sitting up a bit more and opening his eyes. Looking at her he realised she was already dressed and standing next to the bed "Sorry, did I fall asleep?" he laughed. She really had rocked his socks off if he'd fallen asleep sitting up.
He wasn't upset at seeing her dressed, it's just sex right?
And damn good sex it had been.
"Yes, I think you were also storing" she poked. He liked this Ziva, she was so different to the one he's seen at work. And the way she got her English wrong, made him laugh.
"Snoring Ziva" he corrected. She looked confused, but shrugged.
"Thank you" she said. He wasn't sure what she was thanking him for as all of a sudden her voice was softer.
Was she thanking him for correcting her? The drink? The sex? Or helping her relax without question with what happened today?
Maybe all of them.
"Anytime" he returned.
He wasn't sure if this would happen again, but he hoped it would. However, he wouldn't push her on it.
She sent him a smile, and then her armour was back on. Mossad Ziva was back.
He watched her as she stopped at his door and looked out the window, assessing whether the coast was clear or not, and she was gone just like that.
Tony had never felt so relaxed in his life, and after such a stressful couple of weeks.
Ziva's sex was like a drug, he just hopes he doesn't form an addiction because that could end up in all sorts of sticky situations.
No pun intended.