SMUT, go forward and enjoy! If you've noticed, this fic is quite smutty haha
Thanks to those who have shared their reviews with me, means a lot to know my writing is still appreciated after my disappearing act for a few years! And also, that people still adore and obsess over Tony and Ziva
Danni
Chapter Seven
Tony was somewhat nervous and he didn't know why. He was looking forward to drinks with everyone. Currently Sarah, Derek and him were having little pre-drinks at Derek's place. He wasn't too sure of what the dress code was so he'd gone with tidy casual. Dark jeans with a red plaid long sleeve, left open with a white t-shirt underneath.
He felt he'd picked alright when Derek and Sarah had been wearing a similar level of dress. Derek was in a plain black t-shirt and jeans, Sarah had a casual off white summer dress on with little flowers on it. They all scrubbed up alright.
Ezra and Azriel arrived and they all walked to the more military side of the Mossad compound. This was where all the plane, vehicle and weapon hangers were. They tried to take alcohol with them but Ezra assured them it definitely wasn't needed.
Tony couldn't help but notice Ziva wasn't there. It made him feel a little disheartened.
They could hear the music as they got closer.
"So what is this thing exactly?" Sarah asked. Tony and Derek were thinking the same. They didn't actually know what they were getting themselves into.
"Well its like a on base bar, but because the bosses don't allow us to have an actual bar, we just use one of the empty hangers. The bosses don't ask and we don't tell. It's almost like a quiet agreement. Especially in times like this when its safer to be on base, then off base" Ezra explained. They all understood at that point. Made sense, especially with a culture who generally frowns against alcohol, but then at the same time clearly a lot of people embrace it.
But in a job like theirs, sometimes the alcohol helps relieve the stress.
Tony definitely finds himself drinking more than he should sometimes after a hard day at work.
They arrived at the hanger and it definitely sounded like a bar. Outside there were people sharing hookah at some tables, drinking.
When they walked into the large hanger doors there were lots of people inside. Tables all around, some people dancing. There was a bar set up to one side of the hanger serving drinks with a couple of people tending the bar.
The music blaring was some kind of upbeat stuff that was in Hebrew. There were some dim lights around the place and a few flashing lights. This really was the coolest thing he'd seen before.
It was so unique.
And the main thing it made him feel, that even though most these people were Mossad or IDF, they were humans themselves. They liked to party, they liked to have a good time.
One thing he couldn't help but notice was most of them still have firearms on them. But he knows that's not abnormal for Mossad and IDF, its normal. It just seemed strange in a bar. But hey, he's all about different experiences.
He'd slept with a deadly weapon toting woman after all.
"I'll get first round" Azriel announced "Preferences?" he asked. Tony thought that was the first set of non-work related words that had come out of Azriel's mouth since he'd met him.
"Anything dude" Derek replied and Tony and Sarah agreed with a nod.
Azriel smiled and headed for the bar.
"This place is so cool" Sarah stated. Tony agreed, yes it was. The only thing that would have made it cooler would have been a 5'7" curly haired Israeli badass, who is a caramel skinned goddess naked.
Don't get him wrong, there's probably a lot of women in this place similar to that description, but he's thinking about one person in particular.
He found it weird, all the beautiful women he'd seen on the way in, he didn't have a single thought to check them out. That was so un-Tony of him. The only thing his eyes searched for was any sign of Ziva.
He couldn't help but notice there were far more men in here then women. He guessed that was the standard ratio in this business.
Azriel returned with some beers and a whole bottle of… something. It was a clear bottle, white liquid. He saw Derek smile, he clearly knew what it was.
Azriel put the beers down and someone else put a bunch of shot glasses on the table a disappeared. Azriel smirked. As quiet as that man was, Tony suddenly had a feeling he was all about having a good time.
Azriel started pouring them some shots.
"Now, what is that?" Sarah asked the thing that was on his mind.
"Arak, it is a traditional drink" Azriel explained.
"Tastes like liquorice" Derek explained.
They all grabbed a shot when Azriel finished pouring. They held them in the centre and clicked glasses.
"L'chayim" Azriel stated. Tony wasn't sure what that meant but he guessed it was some form of cheers.
They all threw back their shots. Tony thought the drink was smooth, he liked it.
"To life" Azriel translated "Our version of your American 'cheers'" Azriel informed. Tony liked that, L'chayim.
The table got chatting and drinking. At one point Azriel was in a deep conversation with Derek and Sarah about camels. It was random, but watching Azriel talk that much made him smile.
Tony took up his opportunity to talk to Ezra who was next to him.
"No Ziva?" Tony asked. Ezra shrugged.
"I thought she might turn up, but I guess not" Ezra said before taking another sip of his beer.
"How come she doesn't like this place?" Tony questioned, trying his luck. Ezra looked at him for a minute, assessing him for a moment.
Tony thought Ezra was probably calculating whether or not to share such information with him. Ziva was clearly Ezra's friend. But, it seemed as though Tony passed the test.
"She likes this place, it's the people that Ziva has an issue with" Ezra informed him. Tony couldn't help but notice Ezra was talking a little quieter.
"Particular ones?" Tony asked. He was definitely curious now.
"A few. She's got some bad blood with some people. Most of the time she just doesn't like the attention" Ezra explained.
"Attention?" Tony asked.
"A lot of the guys almost treat her like a sport, if they can get in bed with her they like to skite about it to everyone. She's a badass and everyone knows it. So they treat her like a piece of meat in a way and it pisses her off" Ezra explained. That information made Tony feel sick. What the hell was wrong with people?
"That's fucking horrible" Tony exclaimed. He'd slept with her, and yes she was delicious. But he didn't see it as a triumph to show off to his friends.
"Yeah" Ezra looked at him again, assessing "She used to be a bit more out there and fun with this stuff, but after a while when she realised why guys were sleeping with her she just stopped coming out. It sucks, she's all work and no play these days" Ezra seemed a little down about that.
Tony could tell they were good friends.
He's also surprised Ezra had told him so much, but maybe he saw something in him.
All of a sudden Tony realized that Ziva sleeping with him meant a lot more. Clearly she trusted him in some way, at least that he wasn't in it just to skite about it. Maybe that's why she had slept with him, she saw his desire for her. There was nothing else to it, simple, heavy sexual desire to sleep with her.
"However, she's got me into many fist fights over the years because of it" Ezra said, this time his voice was lighter and he was laughing thinking back to the memories.
"You fight these guys when you find out?" Tony asked, having a chuckle with Ezra.
Ezra shook his head "She picks a fight with them, I have to try and break it up" Ezra laughed some more. Tony could only imagine. He wouldn't ever think of treating Ziva, or any woman like that.
Three beers and two shots later, the bar was full of people and it was dark now. The only light was the flicker of dance lights and the light that illuminated the bar. Tony was having a good time. Azriel was definitely a totally different person in this environment.
"Ziva, you made it" he heard Azriel's voice perk up. Did he hear right?
He turned to the direction of Azriel's gaze. And there she was.
Curly hair out, and longer and curlier than he remembered when it was out like that. She wore a black, silk looking small strap singlet with some dark blue cargo pants. His mouth suddenly went dry.
She reached the table and stood between him and Ezra. His body was suddenly hot when her arm brushed against his as she leant over the table to reach for the Arak bottle.
"How far behind am I?" she asked Azriel. Azriel smirked.
"Three" he replied. Ziva smirked. Tony noticed it was slightly guarded but he had a feeling that had nothing to do with anyone at the table, more her worries about other people in the bar. He watched her pour three shots.
"Well, I better catch up then" she replied. She downed all the shots, one, two, three, just like that. She licked her lips to get the residue there.
Tony didn't know if the way he stared was obvious, but right now he couldn't help it.
She turned to him and helped herself to one of the beers lined up in front of him. He saw a sparkle behind her slightly guarded gaze. "I guess I am on next round, yes?" she turned back to the table.
"Without a doubt" Ezra stated. He and Tony shared a quiet look of appreciation that she'd shown up after their conversation.
In this look, they agreed to keep an eye out on Ziva. Tony didn't know why Ezra was trusting him suddenly, but he wasn't going to let the guy down.
He'd fight anyone for her.
And suddenly, he was surprised by his own protectiveness.
Ziva had slightly relaxed as the time went on, no one had bothered her while she was at their table. It was like no one would approach the group. Maybe because the group had the only strangers in the bar, the Americans, and people weren't sure about that.
By now Tony was a few more beers and shots deep and he was feeling that tingly buzz of getting to a really good level of drunk. Now that Ziva was here, the night was perfect. He guesses by the way he'd caught Ziva looking at him every now and then, the night was only going to get better.
He was currently in line, getting the next round of drinks.
Suddenly there was a hand touching his hip and a hot breath on the side of his neck. He was slightly started but when she spoke, he relaxed.
"Meet me out the back exit, 20 minutes, walk 400m to your left" she whispered, so quiet he almost didn't hear it. Before he could turn to meet her gaze, she was walking in the other direction. He watched the way her hips swung as she stepped.
Tactical deliverance of a secret meet up message. So fast, no one would notice in a crowded bar.
Suddenly his pants felt tight. He smirked.
Yes, by the sounds of it his night was about to get even better.
As he waited in the bar line, his thoughts of naked Ziva were swirling in his head. What had she planned? Where were they going?
He took a deep breath in, he really needed to relax himself and come up with a reasonable strategy to tell the team why he was going to be gone a while. They were all investigators after all, and if he wasn't careful someone would get suspicious.
The fact that this was breaking the rules and getting caught gave it some danger, made this all the more sexy. He felt like a teenager again, meeting up with a girl behind the bleachers.
By the time he got the next round of drinks his timing for an exit was almost ready.
He placed the drinks down on the table. Ziva was already gone and no one seemed suspicious as of yet. Hopefully the fact everyone was starting to get drunk was helping that.
"I got to hit the head team" Tony said, still holding a beer as he looked to exit.
"With a beer?" Sarah asked. Of course the only female left around thought taking a beer to the bathroom was weird.
"Breakfast and lunch are ready to make an exit, it might take a while and I don't want to get dehydrated" Tony replied. The guys laughed, but Sarah pulled a disgusted face.
"That's gross Tony" she shook her head and he laughed before turning and making his exit. That seemed to work and probably left him with a good amount of time to be AWOL.
He weaved his way through the bar and the masses of people, eventually making his way to the back door. He walked out and the moon was high and full, lighting the sky. There were a few people out the back, mainly people smoking and they gave him a strange look, nothing abnormal as he's had that look all night. He's foreign to their inner circles, so why was he in their bar?
They all knew they were welcome though, as they came with their own people. It didn't stop a few people giving unapproving looks. Not everyone approved of their presence here. Tony just sent them a friendly smile and tipped his beer at them, turned left, and walked.
He passed a few hangers, and his eyes were searching, looking for her. He didn't even see her when a hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the door of a hanger. The door closed and hot lips were on his immediately.
His free hand that wasn't holding his beer went to her waist and the soft silk of her top on his hand made all sorts of sensations tingle through him. Her lips were greedy on his, and his greedy on hers. They parted only when they had run out of breath.
Her eyes were dark, full of sparkles. There was no guarded look there anymore. Her lust was rolling off her in waves. She didn't say a word, just sent him and smirk and grabbed his hand in hers.
She dragged him deeper into the hanger, between the multiple military vehicles parked inside. He placed his beer on one of the vehicles, he needed both of his hands free for this. They stopped in the middle, somewhere deep and hidden in between the vehicles.
Before he could say anything, her lips were demanding on his again. As much as he liked to talk, he didn't mind using his mouth for something else right this minute.
Both his hands went to her waist this time and he felt himself backing her up until she touched something and he could press all his weight into her. She definitely wasn't protesting that action, not when the hum of appreciation came from her as she kissed him.
Her tongue was greedy on his, everything about this was greedy. Her hands, her lips. She craved him as much as he did her.
Her hands went under his shirt and up his chest, brushing his nipples. Her hands were hot on his skin. He hummed in appreciation right back at her. Then her hands went down and hit the top of his belt, with all sorts of intentions as she undid the buckle.
He was harder than he'd ever been.
He was out of breath and when he broke the kiss for air her lips didn't stop, they went straight to his neck, licking and sucking. He moaned and he felt her smirk against his neck.
His hands clung so firmly to her hips when her hands relieved him of his pants and boxers, when her hot little hands gripped him. His breath hitched then and his legs felt like jelly. Her hands didn't let him catch his breath when she started to stroke him, in all sorts of delicious ways.
"Fuck" he pressed out, and suddenly his hands became almost desperate on her own belt.
Her hands only left him briefly as she unclipped the pistol on her waist and placed it on the hood of the vehicle behind her. She shot him a devilish smile and her lips and hands were back on him.
The direction he was headed, was obviously exactly where she wanted it to go.
He's also not sure he'll ever get used to the fact she's always got a weapon on her somewhere. But, he's relaxing more about it. After his chat with Ezra, the fact she lets him this close meant millions.
His hands fought with her belt, but eventually he got that and her pants free and everything, including her almost non-existent underwear dropped on the floor. He smiled into her mouth when he felt the knife strapped to her thigh.
He pulled back and smiled at her. He watched her face as he dropped to his knees, there was curiosity and surprise all over her face. He wondered if anyone she had slept with had put her needs first.
Tony's hands rid her of her shoes, because he needed those pants gone from her ankles. Legs and feet bare, he ran his hands slowly up her thighs. They were strong, caramel and delicious. He'd never seen legs so mesmerising before.
He left her knife where it was and his lips touched her left hip, oh so lightly. Her legs twitched at the contact. He looked up to her and her eyes held a sudden unsurety to them. Yes, clearly no one had put her needs first quite like this.
He wanted to show her that she was important, enough to be treated in respect of that when it comes to sex. That she wasn't just a piece of meat for his own satisfaction.
He gave her a soft smile then. One that showed her it was okay, she can trust him. Her gaze softened a little, but he could tell she was a little hesitant still. She would trust him and he wont take that for granted. He hasn't since the first night she shared his bed.
His tongue touched her most sensitive part and her hands fisted into his hair. God, she was already so hot and wet. Her heat tasted so good and his mouth was greedy, but gentle with her.
His fingers slipped into her and he felt how tight she was around him. This right here, he knew was going to be the absolute highlight of his night. Going down on her, was a new addiction in all sorts of sexy ways.
He didn't rush this, either. He suddenly wished he had all night long with her.
He loved to go down on a woman, but there was something even more amazing about doing it with Ziva. He didn't know what it was, but everything about her drove him wild.
He stroked her, tasted her. He felt when she was close. She gripped around his fingers, her hands pulled his hair harder. Then she let go, her lips let a moan escape and he tasted her pleasure. His head was spinning, his own desire throbbing with need at the experience.
He rose to his feet and was met with a beautiful woman with flushed cheeks and midnight black eyes.
Her lips were on his without missing a beat and she lifted her leg up then and propped it on the front of the vehicle she leant against. The invitation was one he could not resist any longer.
He pressed against her and let himself slip into her. He held himself there for a moment, not moving. Gaining some composure before he embarrasses himself. She has a habit of causing that reaction in him without even trying.
She moaned, he moaned.
He moved against her, picking up a steady rhythm to his hips. He noticed her knife strap digging into his hip, but right now he could care less.
Her lips dropped away from his as she arched backwards, her hands gripping the bars on the front of the vehicle and her eyes rolling backwards. His hands went to her ass and pulled her up slightly and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He picked up his pace, firmer, deeper. For a moment he wondered if her back was okay, but clearly looking at her body almost shaking in pleasure, she had no qualms to what he was doing.
He suddenly wished she was fully naked so he could get his lips around one of those perfect little breasts of hers. That thought only made him go harder.
She began to grip very tightly around him in that tell tale way and her mouth was making all sorts of noises that made him go crazy.
She let go around him and her body was shaking in his hands as he let go too.
He fell into her softly and her legs slipped down, unable to hold them up as she rode some aftershocks. His lips kissed her soft neck gently.
Her hands snaked around his neck slowly, tenderly.
"Thank you for trusting me" he spoked quietly against her neck, referring to when she let him go down on her.
"I do not trust often. But you are… different" she replied.
He slipped out from her slowly and at the separation they both let out a soft gasp. He then looked down at her, still holding himself against her.
"I won't abuse that trust" he explained. This conversation was heading somewhere far to serious for just sex. And they both felt that.
She smiled at him softly, something in her eyes then that he couldn't pick. Appreciation? She kissed him softly. The quiet, unspoken thank you.
"We should get back" he then stated. She nodded in agreement. As much as they were both enjoying this, they were equally panicking just as much at the sudden feeling of how right they felt together in that moment.
It's just sex.
Tony wondered how long he could tell himself that and actually believe it, because he was feeling some strange and unknown territory things when he is alone with Ziva.
They quietly dressed and both gave each other a one over, making sure they didn't look all sexed up. She fixed his hair and nodded.
"You know how to find your way back?" Ziva asked.
"I'm pretty sure I'll figure it out, if I don't return in an hour, send out the rescue party" he sent her a big smile. She laughed, one on those deep laughs that made him smile more.
He turned around to head out.
"Tony?" she called out. He turned around to her and her lips were on his, heavy, full of lust. Like they hadn't just fucked like crazy.
She leant back and winked at him, smirking. The devilish flirt back on her face. She then disappeared into the darkness.
He chuckled to himself. He wondered if she did that to bring them back onto a sexy, flirty level and step them away from all that fluffy, heart twisting feelings stuff. If she was, it was probably a good idea.
He's not going to lie, he really, really enjoys sex with Ziva. But getting actual adult feelings for her? That wouldn't work. She was a ninja Mossad assassin and he was a laidback American cop. Their lives just weren't meant to go in that direction, it just wouldn't work.
Right?
Right.
"Just sex DiNozzo" he whispered to himself, and made sure to give himself a head-slap to keep himself in line.
He found his beer on the vehicle he left it on and took a long drink and tried to make his legs work. He smiled to himself as he walked out of the hanger. Ziva, was one crazy chick. And god, he was addicted to her.