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Their kisses alternated between sweet, lingering, hot and passionate. Both of them were very happy to just keep it at kissing, and treasured the time they spent in each other's arms underneath Tony's home-made sky of stars.
Pulling back from kissing her yet again, Tony looked into Ziva's eyes and saw nothing but happiness in them.
"I've wanted to do that the moment I saw you standing in that squad room," he told her.
"You do not know how much I wanted you to," she confessed, not the least bit embarrassed.
"Really? Is that why you were slouching so provocatively?"
"I was not slouching provocatively!"
"Oh, you were! I even called you out on it!"
"Okay, maybe I was. But you enjoyed it!"
"I did. Very much," he assured her.
"You were looking very handsome that day."
"'That day'?"
She laughed. "Oh Tony, you are so easy."
"I am not."
"Yes, you are. Remember when you were standing in front of me while I was sitting on McGee's chair and I looked at you?"
"And you told me you imagine women naked."
"Exactly what I mean! You are easy!"
"Okay, maybe I am. But only when it comes to a stunning woman like you."
"And to how many women have you said that?" she asked, wanting to know desperately but also not wanting to know.
Tony's face suddenly turned very serious. He looked right into her eyes as he answered her.
"It's no secret that I have a history with women. I am ashamed to say that I enjoyed having a new woman every week, but I am not that man anymore. You are not just a conquest to me, Ziva."
"I am not?" she asked him again, wanting the confirmation.
"No," he said. "I really, really like you. And I would like to see where we can go. If you are willing to, that is."
"Tony," she said very seriously although she was rejoicing on the inside. "I would not have kissed you back if I were not willing." And to prove her point, she pulled his face back down to hers.
He kissed her back with vigour, his tongue darting out to taste her again.
Deciding to change things up a bit, Ziva tapped into her training and flipped them over without breaking the kiss. Her knees landed on either side of his body, her hot core pressing against his stomach.
Tony then broke the kiss in his astonishment at her move and looked up at her in wonder.
"Willing, you are," he said.
"Are you quoting Yoda at me?"
"What? You know Star Wars?!" His face was that of utter surprise. At her nod, he continued, his face stretching into a wide smile. "You are even more stunning than I thought." And he kissed her again.
They eventually fell asleep, Ziva wrapped tightly in Tony's embrace. It was becoming a custom for them. Tony woke in the middle of the night to see that their fairy lights were still shining brightly into the fort. He tried his best to move to turn them off without waking Ziva and happily succeeded. As far as he could gather, it was still snowing outside. This made him smile, as he knew they would get the chance to spend at least a few more days together in his home. Even if the weather cleared up soon, it would take the city workers some time to remove the snow and make the roads drivable again.
It was pitch-black now the lights were turned off, but he could easily imagine the sight of Ziva snuggled into his chest. He didn't know what made her change her mind on their "moving too soon" decision, but he was very happy about what had happened between them a few hours earlier. Kissing her had opened a new world to him and he wanted to thoroughly explore it to every corner.
He smiled at the thought of getting to know everything about her. From the way she took her coffee to what her dreams and ideals were. And he would make her coffee every day while he did his best to help her achieve those goals and ideals. In a different world, it might have been absolutely ridiculous for him to begin planning their future when they have barely had their first kiss, but he knew from their tattoos that they would get to have their future. In a way, the soulmate-bond helped them tremendously, because he did not think that the independent Ziva would have allowed him to become so close to the inner her if they weren't already tied together from the time they were born.
It was a scary thought. They didn't only get tattoos when they turned eighteen, but they were born for each other. Scary, but it made him ecstatic to think about it.
Ziva stirred in his arms and he leaned over to press a kiss to her forehead.
"Sleep, sweetheart. Dream on," he whispered to her in the darkness.
He smiled when he felt her settle down again and press herself even closer to him. It was a bit chilly, so he pulled the duvet that was laying on the side of their bed over them and made sure to tuck it around Ziva's back. It was instantly cosy and he almost wished she were awake to share in this moment with him, but holding her in his arms was enough. Actually, it was better, because she gravitated towards him in her sleep and that made him very happy. Even if the awake Ziva wanted to keep her distance from him in the beginning, her subconscious wanted to be with him. Now he just had to convince the awake one to stay where she was for the rest of their lives.
He was falling for her and he was falling fast. With any other woman, he would've run far away in the other direction, but not with Ziva.
He vowed again to stay with her for the rest of their days. He would love and cherish her. Always.