SMUT
Chapter Thirteen
The rest of the afternoon was unbearable. No one talked to each other in passing and the room was still heavy from what happened in the morning. Ziva didn't even look at anyone, let alone talk to anyone.
When he finally reached his room for the night, he didn't know how he was going to sleep tonight. There was a knock on his door not long after he'd got in. When he answered the door Derek was looking at him, arms hauling a lot of booze.
"I'm coming in whether you like it or not" he smiled at Tony, pushing his way passed him. Tony was in a dark space, but he couldn't help but chuckle a little.
"Make yourself at home then" he threw back. Derek chuckled.
"Here brother" Derek handed him a beer "I know you probably want to be alone, but I think you need some company" he said taking a seat on the couch. Tony figured it's not like Ziva would be coming to see him after today, and he probably shouldn't be left alone with his thoughts. So Derek wasn't wrong.
Tony took a long drink from his beer before getting a couple of glasses from the cupboard for the whisky Derek had brought. Tonight, he's going to need some of the hard stuff. He took a seat next to Derek as the other man read his mind and poured some very tall whisky's.
"There was something more with that Michael guy today" Derek brought up after a bit of silence. Tony took a long drink of whiskey.
"Yeah, but that's not my place to say" he told the man. But Derek was smarter than that.
"It definitely has something to do with Ziva" he guessed. Tony felt he man's eyes heavy on him.
"You're sleeping with her, aren't you?" he asked. Tony let out a breath and ran his hand down his face. He was going to need a lot more whiskey before they have this conversation. He almost emptied his glass and the whisky burnt his throat.
"Yeah" he whispered, not looking at the other man. He didn't want to face that judgement right now. Derek didn't say anything, he just topped his glass up for him.
"Give her time, there's obviously a lot with this Michael guy, but she'll come back" he explained. Tony didn't know how Derek understood without knowing, but it seemed like he knew exactly what was going on. Tony's eyes lifted to meet the other man's gaze then.
"I've seen the way you two look at each other" Derek explained. His eyes were not judging Tony, all they offered was support "That's how I look at my wife" he smiled softly at him. Derek clearly realised whatever was going on here was more than just sex. Tony wondered again, if he was being that fucking obvious about everything. Today probably didn't help.
"I don't know what I'm doing wrong, I'm just trying to help" Tony let out. Taking up another full glass and having a drink.
"You know she's probably lived her life trying to stick up for herself, especially with her father being who he is. She probably wants to let you in, but it goes against everything she knows" Derek explained. He's seen Ziva, she's not a soft woman. She sticks up for herself and she doesn't back down.
"I guess so" Tony shrugged. Derek's phone started ringing just then, it was his wife.
"I'll be back in a second brother" Derek gave his shoulder a quick squeeze before standing and heading for the door.
As Derek stepped out the door he almost bumped into Ziva. They both stared at each other for a moment, Ziva felt caught out, Derek felt like he'd caught her out. Derek put his hand over the receiver on his phone.
"He's having a rough time" Derek told her, happy that she'd turned up. She didn't look too flash either. "Feel free to go hard on that whisky and tell Tony I'll catch him tomorrow, you're probably much better company than me anyway" he smiled at her. The soft smile he received back told him she was grateful.
"Thank you Derek" she stated. Derek disappeared then, apologizing to his wife over the phone for leaving her hanging.
Then she stepped into his apartment, closing the door behind her. When he looked up he was expecting to see Derek again, but then his eyes met hers.
"Ziva" he whispered. He didn't think he would see her, not in his space, not tonight. She walked over and took a seat next to him on the couch, picking up Derek's whisky and claiming it for herself. She took a long drink. She wasn't looking at him and he reached out and placed a hand on her thigh.
"Hey" he said softly, getting her to look at him. Her eyes held his gaze for a bit but then looked down at his bruised knuckles. Her hand gathered his in hers, accessing the damage the wall had done to his fist.
"It's fine, it's not broken" he explained. Her eyes were soft when she looked at him again.
"That does not make it okay" she said. She felt bad, like she'd brought all this on him. Him being upset and punching walls, it was all her fault. He knew what she was thinking and he didn't want those thoughts going any further. He moved closer to her and moved his hand to her cheek, bringing her gaze to his.
"It's not your fault, it was stupid and I should have kept myself in check" he explained. Suddenly they were close, her eyes flickered to his lips. And before he knew it he was kissing her.
He was so demanding in his kiss and she was trying to take just as much from him. Her teeth biting into his lip, her hands suddenly ripping open the front of his shirt, not caring at all when his buttons went flying. Her leg lifted over his and she was suddenly on his lap, and tonight she was getting rough with him. Her hand gripped around his neck as she rubbed herself on him. Her tongue fighting his.
His hands were pulling at her shirt, he wanted that goddamn thing off right now. He wanted her naked. He wanted to be naked. It was almost like she read his bloody mind when suddenly she was standing and her shirt was over her head, bra included being thrown across the room.
Then that cheeky smirk of hers was all over her face. She turned away from him and as she undid her pants and pulled them to the floor, she bent forward teasing him with a shake of her ass. His hands went to that pretty ass without a second thought. God, she drove him wild.
Just as his hands touched, she was spinning around and pushing him back into the couch. She dropped to her knees in front of him and his blood got hot then when she pulled his pants off him. He swears to god she was licking her lips when she was looking at his cock.
Fucking Jesus. Her hands were on him and she leant down to…
"Ziva" he whispered, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"Yes Tony?" she met his gaze, her eyes so dark black.
"You don't have to do that" he said. But goddamn, he was holding his breath in anticipation for her lips on him right now.
"I want to" she whispered, her voice husky with her need for him.
"You don't-" he was cut off, tyring to say she didn't need to again when she ignored him and bent over, taking him in her hot little mouth.
"Fuck Ziva" he grunted out, his hands gripping hard onto the couch.
She was doing all sorts of crazy things he'd never experienced before. Her tongue was a demon with him and her hands were all over, coaxing him easily with her touch. He wove his hand into her curls then, because otherwise things were going to end rather quickly. And he wasn't done with her yet.
"Ziva, if you don't stop… I'm going to… fuck Ziva, please" his voice was breaking and he was so goddamn close right now that he felt like he was going to black out if he resisted it any longer.
But she didn't fucking stop and he tried to hold it back, but he couldn't and his chest pulled tight like he was having a heart attack when he let go and he had to close his eyes because he was all sorts of dizzy. He forced his eyes to open and she was staring at him with a smirk, like oh yeah, she can make him come that easy. He went to say something and her finger was on his lips, shushing him.
"I am not done with you yet" she explained, then she leant forward and kissed him hard before standing up and walking to his bed, wriggling her finger at him in a come-hither motion.
As he tried to stand on shaky legs he wondered if he was going to survive the night, because at this rate he didn't think he was. By the time he got to his bed she was lying in the centre, legs wide open, still wriggling that goddamn naughty finger at him. He climbed over her, as she demanded and his lips found hers again.
His hands were tracing her hips, her breasts, mapping out her body beneath him like he didn't want to ever forget the way it curved. Her skin was so damn soft to touch. Her hands were all over his body too, her nails softly tracing down his back. Her hands grabbed his ass hard then, pulling him closer to her until he bumped against her between the her legs.
Yeah, he was already hard again and it blew his mind how that even happened. She was so wet, it was already covering him and he hadn't even entered her yet, simply rubbed against her. He was definitely about to have a heart attack.
"Give it to me Tony" she whispered into his ear then. He swears this woman was trying to kill him. His hands were strong on her hips as he did as he was told, entering her.
"Ziva" he moaned, and yes, he'd realized her name was a constant on his lips during sex lately. It's because he knows it's her that drives him wild, not just the sex. Ziva David. It was her.
He kissed down her chest as his hips picked up a steady rhythm against her. His mouth finding her nipples and he sucked and licked them until her voice slipped out a moan. She was getting tighter and just when he thought she was about to let go, she stopped him.
He was about to say something when she pulled away and gave him that look again. The one that made him think she was the devil sent from some secret sex planet. She turned onto her knees then and arched her ass towards him. She was looking at him over her shoulder, watching his reaction with a smirk. He ran his hands over her rear, if there was one thing about Ziva that he loved about her most, it was most definitely her ass.
He came up behind her, his hands on her hips and he had to hold his breath when he went back inside of her. He stopped to kiss her spine. He could see the angry purple on her back still and he just wanted to kiss it all better.
He started slowly, kissing her back, bucking his hips against her. He leant over her, his chest to her back. His hands wrapped around her front and held onto her breasts. He lifted her up against him then, her head falling back onto his shoulder. His lips came down to claim her neck as he picked up the pace then, not holding back.
His hips got faster and she was bending down again, so close to release she couldn't hold herself up. His hands spread over her lower back and he dug his hands into her hips as he felt her start to let go. She buried her face into his pillow then and he heard the muffled scream she let out.
Three more thrusts and he couldn't hold on any longer, not when she was gripping him like that and all wet and covering him in her pleasure like she owned every bit of him. He too moaned in sweet release. His chest going tight again, his breathing almost non-existent. They both collapsed onto the bed, he was half on top of her and trying not to crush her. His hand softly running down her back. His lips pressing to her shoulder.
"I swear you're going to kill me one day" he whispered against her skin and she hummed in reply. She was content. They lay there for a while like that, his hand absently touching her skin. His lips kissed across her shoulders and at that, she slowly turned in his arms. He smiled down at her and brushed her unruly sexed up curls out of her face. She was smiling back.
Why was everything so at peace with them when they were like this? Sexed up and naked.
They hadn't talked about anything, just had deliciously hot sex. He didn't know how he felt about that but at the same time he wasn't complaining. It was hard because he didn't want to ignore what happened today, he wanted to talk about it. But at the same time when she wanted to fuck, he wasn't going to goddamn say no. Ever.
And maybe that was a bad thing.
"Is this just sex to you?" he found himself asking. If he wasn't so relaxed he knew those words would have never of left his mouth. He watched the way her eyes went slightly guarded on him and her smile dropped. However she didn't move away from him so maybe that was one positive.
"It should be" she said softly, after what seemed like a million minutes. Her hand came up to touch his chest then, right over his heart and she avoided looking at him.
"I know" he whispered back and just pulled her closer until she was nestling against his chest and breathing into his neck. They both know just how much this should just be sex, nothing more. But it seems like neither of them could really help it.
It went quiet for a long time then, he just lay there listening to her breathing against his neck and her fingers were on his lower back tracing circles there. This wasn't exactly talking about it, but it was something. She wasn't denying she felt deeper than just sex with him now.
That thought was almost scary, but isn't there something about being scared that it gives you that secret little rush in your body? Because this scary did. No matter how much he should be running in the opposite direction. For a moment he thought she'd fallen asleep her breathing was that soft and her fingers had stopped exploring, but then she spoke very quietly.
"Promise me you will stay away from him?" she asked. It was so quiet he almost missed it. There was pain in her voice. She really didn't want him involved in this. She didn't want him handling Michael in any way for her. He knows his possessiveness for her is getting bad and his hands tighten around her in response.
"I don't know if I can promise that Ziva, what if he-" he began but she was pulling back to look down at him, cutting him off.
"I need you to promise this Tony" and her eyes held a steely seriousness to them. This was not something she was going to faulter on. She might come to his door and get naked with him, open up to him and let him in. But not with this. This was different.
He brought his hand up to the side of her cheek and he noticed the way she leant into the touch, without effort and used every power in her body not to just relax and close her eyes. Because her eyes watched him, waiting for his answer.
"I promise" he whispered. A small smile touched her lips and her eyes closed as she leant into him and pressed her forehead to his.
"Thank you" she said, letting out a heavy breath.
There was such a deflation in her in that moment he wondered deep down why she didn't want him involved? He wasn't ever going to think any less of her, not even her darkest secrets would make him run from her. There was something about her that trumped anything.
Her being abused in the past didn't make him think less of her. She was a beautiful, powerful woman and she was not broken, she was not damaged. He would never think that. She was a warrior. He wanted to tell her all this in that moment, spill all his secret confessions about her but his throat was choking up and he didn't want to scare her away.
He settled for pulling her into him as he lay back and she sprawled over him, weaving her leg between his and resting her head on his shoulder. His lips touched her forehead and he wasn't sure when, but it didn't take him long to fall asleep with her in his arms like that.