Author's note at the bottom. This goes to the M-side of the story.

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They took a cab to Tony's place as he refused to let Ziva go from his arms for even the time it would have taken them to climb into the car through their own doors. Sliding into the back of the yellow taxi, Tony rattled off his address to the driver and turned back to look at her.

"You've been in the sun," he remarked. It was true, her skin was a little darker than it had been since he had seen her a week ago.

"I have. It did not take me long to pack, so I spent some time outside."

"Aren't you bringing many things?" he questioned.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I decided to only pack personal belongings such as clothes, some books and a few ornaments. I will go shopping for furniture when I rent an apartment. That way I will know what I need to buy and not sit with either to much or too little."

"Smart." He was quiet for a while, debating whether to ask his next question. "Will you miss Israel?"

A thoughtful look came upon her face as she figured out her answer.

"I suppose I shall. Though I have travelled so much in my life that I never really got to make my house into a home. I do not think I will miss Mossad, to be honest. Not with the way I feel about it now. But I am happy to be here, Tony," she assured him. "I am happy to be with you."

"And I am happy to have you," he said. He chuckled then. "Listen to me – getting all sappy."

She only smiled at him and leaned up to seal his lips with hers again.

A while later the car came to a standstill in front of Tony's apartment. He paid the fare and went around to take her luggage from the trunk. Then, taking her hand, he led her up to the door. He struggled a little with the keys while holding her bags – refusing to let her carry them – but eventually got the door open. He smiled at her and motioned for her to walk in first.

Before he knew what was happening, he was thrown back against the door, effectively closing it. Not being granted time to protest, his lips were claimed by her hungry mouth, kissing him into oblivion. He unceremoniously dropped her bags and the keys on the floor. His arms wrapped around her waist only to be pushed away again as his shirt was already being pulled from his chest. Freeing his arms from the sleeves, glad he wore a button-down so he didn't have to break the kiss, his hands travelled over her hips and under her top to reciprocate.

Two seconds later, he had flipped them around to press her against the door, his thigh pressed between her legs to add some pressure. She moaned at the contact and gently bit his lip before soothing it again with her tongue. Her fingers fumbled at his belt and moments later he felt the material pool around his feet. He stepped out of it along with his shoes and socks. Her pants soon followed his to the floor and they were standing there, kissing in their underwear while hands roamed every inch of skin available to touch.

He finally rid her of her bra and began massaging her breasts, smiling at the moans she emitted into his mouth. He wanted to explore more of her with his lips, but her own were just too captivating in that moment and he couldn't convince himself to let them go.

Soon they were both naked, their clothes thrown around them in crumpled heaps on the floor.

Tony emitted a loud groan when her hand wrapped around his hard length, stroking him. It was bliss and torture at the same time, because her hand felt so good, but he needed to hold out until later. Trying to distract her, his own hand travelled between her thighs, feeling how wet she is. They both moaned when two of his fingers entered her, stroking her walls slowly, stretching her to accommodate his size. He kept going until she found release, breaking away from his lips to chant his name against his ear, her hot breath sending goose bumps up and down his neck.

Not being able to hold out until they came to the bed, or at least reach the couch, they made love standing up against the front door. The neighbours might have complained, but they were too lost in each other to notice if anyone did. The door creaked with each thrust he gave her, coinciding with the low moans they both released.

They both craved a hard and fast rhythm, but he refused to give in to that craving, as he wanted this moment to stay so sweet, so loving.

"Oh, Ziva," he moaned pressing his face into her neck, smelling her shampoo in the hair that was lightly tickling his cheeks.

"Yes, Tony," she answered him, her one hand entwined in his hair and the other wrapped around his back where she held his to meet his movements.

Finally, they reached their peak together, soaring through that wondrous feeling it brought. Miraculously, they stayed standing, leaning against the door for support.

It took them some time to recover, to catch their breaths. Afterward Tony lifted his head to hers and engaged her lips in a long lazy kiss.

He took her hand then, slowly walking backwards to his bedroom, the beginning of the start to their new life together.

Their bedroom, he thought to himself.

Hey there, guys! Thank you all soooooo much for the response I got on the last chapter. I stopped counting the reviews after we reached ten, which is waaaaaaaaay more than I have ever gotten on a single chapter.

This is really it for this story, but we're not stopping here!

So, the sequel, titled Heart's Desire (according to my dictionary app, apparently a synonym for the words "soul mate"), will be up within the next week. I plan to make it follow Ziva's first few weeks at NCIS and beyond.

I'll see you all there!