Disclaimer: I own nearly nothing, not the characters, not the Ziva, not the Tony. I do however, own the plot. The plot is mine! Mine, dammit!
They did eventually get back to the kitchen and drank their coffee. It had just gone off hot, but neither of them regretted it. They kept throwing glances at each other and smiled when their eyes caught the other. Both of them were happy that they were not ignoring what happened the previous evening. Tony because he was now more certain of their future together and Ziva because she had found her reason to stay. She knew in the back of her mind that making such a life changing decision so quickly was a little crazy, but she was absolutely certain that it was the right one. She had never felt more at home and happy as when Tony held her in his arms and kissed her. And she wanted to feel that way for a long, long time to come.
They passed their morning slowly, each going to take a shower before the water got cold. Ziva said for Tony to go first and she laid in their fort while she waited for him. She smiled again when she thought about how he had gone to the trouble of preparing the fairy lights for her. It was so romantic and sweet of him and it created the perfect scene for their first kiss. She heard the shower turn off and got up to gather her things. Grabbing them from the bedroom, she walked down the hall just as the bathroom door opened and Tony stepped out, freshly showered. He smiled when he saw her.
"All yours," he said. "I left you most of the hot water."
"How considerate of you," she replied.
As she went to walk past him through the doorframe, he caught her by her waist and placed a lingering kiss on her lips. Pulling back, he smiled at her again.
"Enjoy," he said simply, walking into him bedroom.
Ziva stood in the doorframe, stunned for a second, before closing the door behind her and turning the shower on. She took her time, opting to use Tony's body wash, because he smelled absolutely heavenly just now when he had kissed her. She wondered if he would notice, and if so, what his reaction would be.
Stepping out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, she met Tony in his bedroom where he was stretched out on his side of the bed. She almost stopped in her tracks when she had that thought. His side? That meant she had a side. They had their own sides already? Under normal circumstances, this revelation would make Ziva David bolt out the door in under two seconds, but she only put a sway to her hips to amuse him and went about putting her things away.
"Enjoy your shower?" he asked from his spot on the bed.
"I did, thank you."
She joined him on the bed after her things were in their places and they laid there together, staring at the ceiling. A comfortable silence settled over them. Both of them were lost in their thoughts for a while, until Tony decided something had to be said.
"What you thinking about?" he asked her.
"Nothing much," came her quiet answer.
"What kind of nothing?" he probed.
"All kinds," she sighed. She was silent a moment before she continued. "Childhood memories. A year ago. Now. A year from now."
"What were you doing a year ago?"
"Mission in Europe. It was where Jenny and I met."
"Director Shepard."
"Yes."
They were silent again. Ziva was glad he did not ask about a year from now. She was hoping very much that she would be right where she was in that moment. With him. Working at NCIS preferably. But she did not want to tell him that yet. She wanted to secure her position first. And she had to get by her father and resign from Mossad. She knew that she would leave Mossad regardless of getting a position at NCIS – she had enough money saved up to support herself – she just wanted the added security. She did not want to be an assassin anymore. She had seen what the people at NCIS do and she wanted to be a part of it. Solving cases instead of creating them. She shuddered to think about all the families of all the people she had killed who never got the closure of seeing their family member's killer be caught. There was not much she could do about it now – most of the people she had killed were very bad people, thus saving thousands of lives, but still. Now she wanted to help give back.
"You're very deep in thought there," Tony remarked from beside her. She turned on her side and supported her head on her arm.
"Just thinking Tony. I will tell you sometime."
"Very mysterious, Miss Dah-veed," he teased her.
She smiled widely when he lifted his arm in her direction, inviting her to come lie close to him. She scooted over and pressed the front of her body to the side of his, resting her head on his shoulder and her arm over his chest. His arm wrapped around her to hold her while the hand of his other arm came to interlace his fingers through hers on his chest. She felt him pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"This is nice," she said softly, almost shyly. She had never been this affected by a man before and for her to admit such things so freely felt strange, but a nice kind of strange.
"It is," he said against her hair. She then heard him sniffing the air and knew what was coming. "Did you use my soap?" he asked curiously.
"Yes, it smells nice. Do you mind?" she asked, now not so sure about her choice.
"Not in the least. You smell divine."
"You too, Tony."
They shared a small laugh and Ziva smiled when he started playing with her hair again.