Chapter 22: Must've Done Something Right
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Short, sweet, and to the point.
Author's Note: So finally we're back to Tony and Ziva. They take over for a few chapters here. Oh, and FLUFF WARNING. You have been warned. This chapter is like cotton candy...only less sticky.
Maybe I'm just lucky
'Cause it's hard to believe
Believe that somebody like you'd
End up with someone like me
Tony and Ziva walked back up to their hotel room, arms linked. They smiled big, cheesy smiles at each other at every other step. They kissed on they elevator and giggled when the doors opened. In general, they did all the things that make you roll your eyes and groan when you see it.
When they got to the room, Ziva went on in; Tony froze in the doorway and watched her.
And I know that it's so cliché
To talk about you this way
But I'll push all my inhibitions aside
After Jeanne, he never thought that he would ever want to go through all the old hopelessly in love clichés; but with Ziva he would. With her he'd do more. God! He was obsessed!
It's so very obvious
To everyone watching us
That we have got something real good
Goin' on
She watched him standing in the doorway and laughed a little; she walked over to him and kissed him lightly. God! What had gotten into her?! She couldn't have ever imagined that a person could make her act like this...But everything with Tony was different than anything else had ever been.
How could they keep this hidden? They were both so bold and obvious about this relationship. It had been going on for less than an hour and they both already had it written all over their faces.
And I'm racking my brain
For a new, improved way
To let you know you're more to me
Than what I know how to say
He backed out of her kiss and shut the door, half-laughing.
"What?" she smiled up at him, as though they were a part of some inside joke.
"I...It's just that I...have nothing to say at all," he chuckled.
"That's a first."
"Well, everything is so played out and cliché. Nothing seems like it would fit this...Most of all, there's no way that I could possible put in words how I feel right now."
You're okay
With the way
This is going to be
'Cause this is going to be
The best thing we've ever seen
"And you were worried about sounding cliché," she teased.
"Shut up," he teased back, leaning down for another kiss.
"All I need to know is that you're happy," she smiled.
"Are you?"
"Well, this conversation is going nowhere fast," she joked.
"No, really. Are you happy with this? Because I've never felt better."
"The feeling is mutual."
"Mutual? How romantic," he teased. She rolled her eyes at him.
If anyone could make me a better person
You could
All I gotta say is I must've done something good
"Change me," he pulled away from her.
"Excuse me?"
"Wait...that may have came out wrong-"
"Really?" she smirked.
"Change my personality."
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because the Tony that I've been doesn't deserve you."
"Have you ever thought that maybe that's the Tony I've fallen in love with?"
"No."
"Well-"
"No one could love that Tony."
"Is it usual to talk about yourself like you are?" she taunted.
Came along one day and you rearranged
My life
ll I gotta say is I must've done something right
"Really. I've done nothing to deserve you, Ziva," he took her hands and looked into her eyes.
"In that case, I've done nothing to deserve you."
"Yes, you have."
"Really? What have I done exactly?"
"You have turned my entire world upside down, Ziva. You've changed everything that I ever wanted...I just want you now. I want you to be happy."
"You make me sound like a saint, Tony...Which we all know, I am not."
"That's for sure," he teased, "But you're still too good for me."
"Are you trying to turn me away or are-"
"NO! No! God, no!" Tony shouted, clutching her hands tighter.
"Because all I've heard is how 'awful' you are and how you 'don't deserve' me...Tony come on...You must've done something right," she smiled, kissing him again.
A.N.: Can't say I didn't warn ya. That was most definitely fluff...in it's purest.
The song was Must've Done Something Right by Relient K
I believe there's a little more substance to the next chapter. We'll be getting more into what Mrs. Miers refers to as literary 'red meat'.
Oh, and I am so excited that I got to write this chapter. That means that I actually got to use my Deer Day for what I wanted to do...other than spending $60 in Hot Topic, $40 in a candy store, getting a custom NCIS beanie, and eating some frozen custard that made my lactose intolerant belly go round and round. I went to Branson...it was dang cold.
...Hmmm...who to dedicate this chapter to...
Let's see...how 'bout my friend Terence. Terence hates NCIS with a passion...but he's like the Tony to my Ziva...only without the underlaying sexual frustration. Oh, and this one goes out to the Model U.N. Team! WhoOt! ...And two words to keep in mind for later chapters: Corn porn. Yeah. You'll just have to wait and see what all that's about.