Today's prompt: mosquitoes
Established Tiva.
The buzzing was driving him insane. One obnoxious little bloodsucker landed on his arm and he slapped it, wiping its tiny corpse away with disgust.
Ziva looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "There's one on your cheek."
He slapped his cheek, then narrowed his eyes at Ziva as she pursed her lips in an effort not to laugh.
"It was the other cheek, actually, but it's gone now."
He rolled his eyes, he had enough of being a personal blood bank to a swarm of mosquitoes. More buzzing on his left, he waved frantically at a bug he couldn't even see. His neck itched, then his elbow, his jawline, his…everything.
He cussed. "Why aren't they bothering you?"
Ziva smirked, and looked him up and down. "You always say you are a magnet for women."
Swatting at two uninvited diners on his arm, he said, "What does that have to do with anything?"
She stepped into his personal space, face inches from his. "Only the females bite."
The buzzing nuisance momentarily forgotten, he locked eyes with her and grinned. "So you have something else in common besides being a pain in the ass."
She scrunched up her face the way he loved, and he couldn't stop a throaty chuckle from leaving his lips.
"I never draw blood," she said with a glint in her eyes, and kissed a mosquito bite on his jawline, "and I always kiss and make it better."
