Thank you for your reviews on chapter 29. I know everyone just wants Tony to tell Ziva about them being soulmates, but I'm still getting to that! And trixie111, as you see they have not discussed exactly what they are. Right now they're just enjoying being together. I promise that both of these requests will be answered in the next three or so chapters. I have it planned out, so it will be coming your way soon!

Seeing as I left you for 26 chapters without kissing, here you go. Again. They'll have to get lip-transplants after I'm done with them.

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Waking up in Tony's arms was wonderful. She was very relaxed and cosy in their fort and she did not want to move anytime soon. Her bladder, however, had other ideas, so she got up very quietly to use the bathroom. After using the facilities, she stepped up to the sink to wash the sleep from her face. She got a hair band and pushed her hair out of her face to keep it dry. Looking up into the mirror, her arms stilled above her head as her eyes were locked on her neck. Or, more importantly, the two marks adorning her skin. She saw the rest of her skin go red as she thought of how they got there. Tony had made sure to mark her thoroughly, and she approved. She gently touched the bruised skin with her fingers and felt it to be quite tender. They would take some time to fade, but she did not mind in the least.

A smile on her lips, she bent over and splashed water over her face. The cool water felt nice against her flushed skin and she relaxed under it's healing powers.

She then exited the bathroom, checked on Tony and finding him still asleep, went to the kitchen. As the power was still out, she put the pot on the gas stove to boil some water for coffee. After that she took out bowls and their boxes of cereal. She did not feel like cooking something for breakfast that morning.

Typically American, Tony soon walked around the corner when the smell of coffee woke him up. He smiled at Ziva when she pressed a mug into his hand, filled with the delicious drink.

"She's not just a pretty face," he commented after he took a sip. "Your coffee is delicious," he praised her.

They were still standing in front of each other, they gazes locked together. When Tony eventually pulled his eyes from hers to take in the rest of her face, he saw the angry purple marks on her skin and he gasped, filled with guilt instantly.

"God, Ziva. I'm so sorry," he said, raising his fingers to touch the bruises. When the tips of his digits grazed over her neck, she winched a little. His eyes widened immediately, fully taking in that he had hurt her. "I'm sorry, Ziva. I'm so sorry," he apologised again and again.

"Tony," she said, putting her hands on either side of his face to make him look into her eyes. "It is okay."

"No, it's not okay! I hurt you! I didn't think I was leaving such big marks. I'm sorry."

"Tony," she said in a stern voice, which made his snap to attention and really look at her. Her face was smiling, not angry in the least.

"Yes?"

"I do not mind. Really, I do not. In fact…" she trailed off.

"'In fact?'"

"I quite like it," she admitted shyly. His face broke into a smile at her confession. "Besides," she continued, "I already got you back for it," she informed him as she lowered her hand to the mark he was sporting just above the collar of his shirt.

"What? You did?" he asked.

"Yes. Go look in the mirror."

He did so, but he pulled her along after him into the bathroom.

"Oh, you did!" he exclaimed when he saw the hickey she had given him.

They stood there next to each other, their gazes locked on each other in the mirror.

"We match now," he told her, turning to look at her.

A mischievous smile spread across her face as she stepped closer to him.

"Not quite," she said seductively.

He swallowed. "How so?" he asked with a heavy voice.

"I have two marks," she told him. She saw realisation dawn on his face a moment before she crashed her lips to his.

Kissing him felt even better then than it had the previous night. Her senses exploded and she was sure she heard fireworks as their mouths moved against each other. She gently bit his lower lip, asking permission to enter, which he granted instantly.

Kissing her while standing up was great. She was so much shorter than him and he loved the way he towered over her. He had the pleasure of pulling her up by her waist to help her reach better and both of them gasped when their bodies connected yet again. Ziva explored his mouth thoroughly and he was happy to let her have the dominance this time.

Ziva eventually pulled her lips from his, and trailing her hands over his chest, she latched her mouth onto the skin at the base of his neck. She smiled inwardly at the groan Tony released at feeling her lips on his skin. His hands gripped her hips tightly and held her against him as she worked on giving him his second hickey.

When she was satisfied with it, she tilted her head back to look at him. His eyes were dark, filled with desire, a reflection of hers, she was sure. They were both breathing hard, trying to catch their breath. When their want became too much, Tony pulled her head to him and kissed her again. Their tongues battled some more before Tony dipped his head to her neck and very softly kissed each of the marks on her skin. He heard her intake of breath at each kiss. She slipped her arms around his neck and held his head there. He kept kissing the exposed line of her throat as she panted heavily, clearly enjoying his ministrations. He made sure not to leave any more marks for the time being.

Kissing up her jaw, he covered his mouth with hers again for a last kiss before pulling away and resting his forehead against hers.

"Our coffee's getting cold," he said between breaths.

She smiled at him. "So it is. We should probably go drink it."

"We should," he said as they released each other before starting to walk towards the door.

Just before they exited the bathroom, Tony pulled Ziva back by her arm. As she spun around to see why he stopped her, he was standing only inches behind her and her turning around made them again press together.

"Forgot something," he said, before kissing her senselessly again.