Today's prompt: heat wave, and mama's-broken-heart request from this list: "You're so intoxicating to me." and "That was barely even a kiss! Do it again - please?"

Tiva, Tony and Ziva trying to deal with a heat wave at her apartment after work.

(better than last night's Jekyll and Hyde monstrosity, which to me felt like I duct taped two different stories together and slapped a title on it...its only saving grace in my eyes is that it got me writing and posting again)


A half uneaten pizza lay on the table, and it didn't look like either of them would work up the energy to finish it in the oppressing heat. Tony took it upon himself to get up and put it in the fridge. Lingering in front of the opened refrigerator, he wondered why he hadn't thought of this sooner. A raised eyebrow made him close the door—it was her electricity bill he was increasing, after all.

Walking over to the opened window, he blew a puff of air over his face and pulled at the undershirt sticking to his sweaty skin.

"We can go out onto the terrace." She had silently slid up next to him, her bare arm briefly brushing his.

Tony glanced out the window at the slim platform protruding from the wall. "That's barely even a balcony."

She gave him that Mona Lisa smile that always made his temperature rise, and disappeared out the window. Sticking his head outside he watched her move up the ladder leading to the kitchen roof with ease. "Come on up, there's a nice breeze here."

He stepped onto the balcony, testing whether it would hold his weight, one hand holding on to the ladder attached to the wall. A peek across the railing had his stomach trying to crawl out of his throat. He closed his eyes and took a few slow breaths.

"Tony?"

He gazed upwards and saw her staring down at him, loose curls framing her face and blocking out the moonlight. She really shouldn't lean over the roof edge that far, she was going to get herself killed.

Determined not to give in to his fear of heights, he grabbed the ladder, knuckles turning white, and started climbing. She reached out her hand to pull him onto the roof and he gladly took it. Her gaze followed him as he moved away from the edge and sat down on a cushion, waiting for the lightheadedness to fade.

"Should we be up here?" He looked around, other than two cushions this didn't resemble a roof terrace, at all.

She narrowed her eyes. "Are you thinking about having to climb down again?"

His heart stopped, and his stomach let itself know again. "I am now," he said gruffly.

Her chuckle drifted freely on the breeze, and he had to admit, that did feel good. He had stripped to his underwear earlier, the suit and tie he had worn to work lay discarded on her bed. She had insisted it was ridiculous to remain dressed like that in a heatwave. He hadn't resisted, and had watched her strip down to panties and a tank top with interest, blaming the rush of heat he felt on the heatwave.

A furtive glance to his right put her tanned, toned legs right into focus. He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly; he'd scale any height for her.

"I heard heatwaves make people horny," she said casually.

His eyes went wide as he made eye contact; there was nothing casual about the predatory look on her face. "People in general, or…"

The way her dark eyes drifted all over his body told him everything he needed to know. They had gotten a lot closer lately, almost kissed a few days ago if they hadn't been interrupted at work. Which would've been a disappointing place for a first kiss, he mused. A moonlit rooftop on the other hand…

He stood up, so caught up in drinking in the sight of her, all relaxed and barely dressed, the moon her own private spotlight, that he had forgotten his fear of heights. Closing the distance between them, he brushed a hand against hers, before letting his fingers slide up her arm languidly, then brushing soft, thick curls from her shoulder, exposing her neck and collar bone.

His mouth went dry and he licked his lips. "You're so intoxicating to me."

A mischievous smile spread on her lips. "That might actually be car fumes from the street below."

His smile faded at the reminder that they were on a roof, four stories high, and he glanced to the side, judging their distance from the edge. Her throaty laugh worked like a magnet, pulling his mind back to her.

Looking down at her, leaning against the wall, her legs between his, he was reminded of that moment in the office staircase a few days ago. When his lips had been inches from hers before they were so rudely interrupted by the janitor.

He grinned, there was nothing and no one to interrupt them now. Tracing the outline of her neck with a finger, he watched her wet her lips in anticipation, setting off a whirlwind of butterflies in his stomach. His fingers tangled in her hair as his other hand slipped to her waist, and he struggled not to devour her then and there, memories of their first, frantic undercover kiss drifting through his mind.

Nuzzling her nose, giving her ample time to change her mind, his hand slipped from her waist to her hip, fingers gripping her tightly. He bent down, brushed his lips against hers, and felt his control slip as soon her tongue darted out and ran over his bottom lip.

He backed off, stood up straighter, bit his bottom lip as he took her in once more. Her eyes were all-consuming, like a heatwave in the middle of the desert with no place to hide.

She pouted, then, sending a shockwave down to his core. Up until that moment, the mere thought of Ziva David pouting had never even occurred to him. She had asked casually, threatened, cajoled with a sultry smile, she had never pouted.

Her fingers gripped at his shirt, pulling him closer, then fully against her as she moved to stand up on her tiptoes and wrap her arms around his neck. "That was barely even a kiss!"

Her face scrunched up, and he challenged himself then and there to catalog every facial expression he could evoke from now on.

She pouted again, her eyes presenting a completely different challenge. "Do it again - please?"

If she had asked him to jump off the roof in that voice, with those eyes, he would have seriously considered it. Judging by the way she pushed her hips into him she had other plans for him, thankfully.

Incapable of resisting her plea, he pushed her against the wall and crushed his mouth to hers. Teasing her lips open, deepening the kiss, she moaned into his mouth and pressed her chest into him. The lightheadedness he felt now had nothing to do with his fear of heights, and he chased that high, running a hand over her behind roughly, eliciting another moan from her.

The breeze that brought relief from the heat, also reminded him they were out in public, in plain view of all the surrounding buildings. It wasn't until she wrapped a leg around him, and whispered in his ear everything she wanted to do to him that night, that he realized they needed to take this heatwave back inside before they finally melted together.