Disclaimer: The more I say it, the more it hurts. I do not own them.
During their movie, Ziva could not help but glance over at Tony every few minutes. She kept wondering how she was going to bridge that gap between them or how she was going to let him know that it is okay for him to do so. She knew he wanted to kiss her, otherwise they would not have been in this situation where she wanted him to kiss her so badly, but he would not because she said he could not. It was all a little confusing, but the point was that she was now very ready to seal her lips to his, but it was not going to happen yet. Something had to give first. And that was probably her. Tony would not kiss her after she had told him not to. He was more honourable than that.
She watched his lips as he mouthed the words to the movie and she had to stop herself from jumping him right there. His lips looked so irresistibly kissable when he spoke.
Deciding that it was time to start sending him some of the right signals, she let her hand that was resting between them gently glide over the front of his arm and slip into his much bigger hand. As she did this, she also let her head drop steadily onto his shoulder. She felt him whipping his head in her direction, but he was only met with the top of hers. She felt herself smile at how wonderful his body felt pressed against hers.
Both of them had lost track long ago of how many times they had snuggled or held hands. They only knew that however many times it was, it was not nearly enough. They wanted more. A lot more.
"You okay?" Tony asked her, not being able to see her face.
"Just great, thank you."
"Are you enjoying the movie?"
"I am," she lied smoothly. In truth, she had paid much more attention to him in the past half an hour and she had no idea what the movie was about. But she could not tell him that. Best not overwhelm the man.
"Liar," he caught her out.
She turned her head to him a little so she could catch his eyes.
"I am enjoying being here, Tony."
"Good," he said.
As they turned their attention back to the television screen, Tony's fingers tightened around Ziva's and his head fell to rest against hers. They sat like that until the movie was finished and even then they did not immediately get up. As Tony had put in a three-hour film, it was starting to get dark outside and the blizzard was blowing in full swing.
"What would you like to do tonight?" he asked her.
"Nothing in particular. Do you have any suggestions?"
He was quiet a while as he thought. Suddenly he jerked up in his seat.
"Let's build a fort!" he exclaimed as he pulled her up and down the hall after him.
Ziva was a little dizzy with the sudden change in elevation, but managed to catch him just before he entered the bedroom.
"Tony wait! What are you talking about?"
"What? You mean you've never build a fort?"
"No…" she answered hesitantly.
"Oh my, this is going to be so exciting! I get to built your very first fort with you! Now, help me gather the things we'll need. You get the pillows and sheets from the bed and I'll grab the extra ones I have in the closet. Take them to the living room and I'll meet you there," he said as he bounded away from her like an excited little boy.
Ziva only shook her head and smiled after him as she neatly pulled all the sheets from his bed and grabbed the pillows under her arm.
When she made it to the living room, Tony had already moved the table away from the middle of the room and brought in the chairs from the kitchen counter. The couch was pulled back a little and moved to stand perfectly square with the television. There was an entire heap of sheets, duvets and pillows laying on the floor next to the couch.
"Here you are, Tony," she said as she deposited the sheets and pillows from the bed next to the other pile. "How can I help?"
"Uhm, I think we should make the bed first before we build the outside, so we don't knock that down later."
"Okay," she agreed.
Tony took the duvets from his heap, folded them up so that they were thick enough to sleep on comfortably. Luckily his living room had a carpet, so they didn't have to sleep entirely on the floor. Next he asked Ziva to help him fold the sheets for them to sleep under, making sure to leave a few for the actual fort. They threw various pillows at the head of their makeshift bed, using the couch as a headboard.
"Now comes the fun part. Building the fort."
Tony showed her how to align the chairs to the couch and television to ensure the sheets did not block their view of the screen. When he was satisfied, he picked up the first sheet and handed her the one end.
"Now we put the sheets over the chairs and the back of the couch to make a tent over the bed," he instructed her.
They worked together well and ten minutes later they had constructed a fort rivalling the best hotel room in Washington DC.
"This looks so cool! What do you think, Ziva?"
"It looks amazing, Tony," she agreed. "I cannot wait to get in, but I think we should go shower first. That way we will not have to get up later," she suggested to him.
"Excellent idea."
"I should probably wash my hair too, but I do not want to take out my braid," she said sounding a bit down.
"I'll make you another one," he promised.
"Really?" she perked up.
"Really. Now go. I'll go after you're done."
"Thank you."
He waited until he heard her closing the bathroom door before he sprang into action to do something a little special for her. With the way the blizzard was sounding, the power will go out before the night is over. He hurriedly gathered the things he would be needing and mad sure to test if it will be working later.
After that he made sure that she would not be able to spot anything different and ruin it before he had shown it to her and sett off to the bedroom.
He felt very excited as he put a clean t-shirt and a pair of boxers on his bed to wear later.
He couldn't wait to show her his surprise.