Ziva sat up in bed not able to place what had woken her, but the gun in her hand told her it wasn't the ordinary sounds of her apartment. The soft sound of her front door shutting let her know her instinct to grab her gun had been a good one. Wishing she had slept with something more than a scrap of lace on she slowly made her way into the living room. She knew his scent the faint smell of beer did nothing to cover up the smell of the man himself. Wood and coffee enhanced his natural male scent. Lowering the gun she set the safety and set it on the coffee table. She watched him pause long enough to let her recognize him.

"Gibbs." She saw him study her face take in her appearance, could read the attraction that was always simmering there. But, there was more something in the way he held himself told her to be on guard. With barely a nod he indicated her window, telling her there was the possibility of being watched.

Tossing the keys and his jacket on her couch, Gibbs realized this was going to be more difficult then he thought. She looked beautiful the smallest scrap of silk and lace in a soft peach color barely covered her, her hair was soft around her shoulders mussed from sleep. She walked toward him and he knew she caught his signal when she walked with purpose toward him.

Moving close he pulled her into his embrace, tilting her head forcefully he pressed his mouth to hers. Moaning low in his throat was no act. She tasted amazing a bit like wine and everything like he'd expected. He felt her body respond instantly. She let her hand trail through his hair and it was her turn to moan. Pressing his lips to her ear he tried to steady his voice but failed. "Do you sweep for bugs Ziva?"

Lost as she was in the feel of Gibbs mouth his words were lost in the haze of pleasure, managing somehow to think clearly she answered in a whisper "Frequently"

"Bedroom, now" Gibbs saw the desire flare in her eyes and damned himself to hell.

Ziva knew it was unnecessary but needed to feel on equal footing with him so she let the devilish side of her win out. Reaching up to his shirt she pulled it over his head and let her fingers trail down his chest. Grabbing his belt buckle she pulled him toward her bedroom.

Gibbs let himself be pulled into her room and shut the door behind them. Even though they couldn't be seen now, he allowed himself the indulgence of pulling her close to him again. He thrust his hips against hers not bothering to hide his arousal. For a moment all he could do was rasp out a breath, finally he was able to step back and she did the same.

Raising an eyebrow Ziva waited for Gibbs to explain. The kiss had been in case someone was watching that much she knew, the arousal he was feeling was not an act.

"I couldn't risk calling first, or I would have warned you." Gibbs looked around for a chair and started noticing things. There were candles around her room, not lit but they had been recently. And her bedroom was far more feminine than he would have thought. There was a half empty glass of wine and music playing softly "Did you have company earlier, should I worry about someone coming back"

He was about to apologize when he saw her blush, and a deep one at that. "No Gibbs, there has not ever been a man in this room."

Gibbs realized what he had interrupted or at least what had occurred earlier and felt desire hit him again. "Holy hell, Ziva."

"Why are you here Jethro?"

"Jethro?"

"Seems appropriate considering we are half dressed in my bedroom, yes?"

Gibbs didn't know how to respond to that. "We were talking once and you mentioned having used sex as an interrogation tool. Have you?"

Whatever Ziva had expected it hadn't been that question, she hated the question, hated the answer more. Unable to meet his eyes she answered anyways. "Yes, there has been the occasion where I was required to sleep with someone as part of a case."

Gibbs didn't like how she couldn't meet his gaze, reaching forward he forced her chin up with two fingers. "There's no shame in what you've done Ziva I just needed to know." he tried not to notice when the strap on her nightgown fell off her shoulder.

"I have to ask Ziva would you do it again?"

Ziva stayed quiet for a long time. She was putting together the pieces of why he'd come here with what he was asking. Reaching for her wine she took a long sip. Finally she found her voice "For you or with you."

Gibbs eyes flew to hers, but before he could respond she spoke again.

"For you under orders... no Gibbs I would not. But with you, even to further a case yes. But then I would without the excuse of a case." She followed her words with another sip of wine.

Gibbs felt her words and their shock as much as he heard them. He wanted to push her back onto that damn tempting bed right then; instead he spent the next hour explaining what Cal had told him.

Ziva leaned back against the pillows on her bed and contemplated what Gibbs had told her, what it meant. "Talk about complicated."

"To say the least, I'm not worried about me but I do worry about your reputation Ziva."

Ziva laughed out loud at that. "Trust me Gibbs sleeping with you could only enhance my reputation." When he cocked his head the way she'd known he would she laughed again. "You obviously do not listen to gossip Gibbs, but most of the women at NCIS would like to get in your bed."

Gibbs snorted but took in the serious look she gave him. "I'm too damn old for you Ziva, it would mean a long term...relationship. For all I know you could be a relationship now" his hands clenched and unclenched at the thought. Without realizing it he had reached the edge of her bed and found himself looking down at her.

"There is no man in my life Gibbs. I do not care what people think and for the purpose of this case discretion will be more important than anything. But I do have to correct you on one thing, you are far from too old for me." kneeling on her bed she looked up at him and watched his breath hitch. She wondered if Gibbs had ever been with a woman that didn't care what people thought. She knew who she was and had no illusions but neither was she insecure.

Leaning forward she let her head rest against his chest, savoring the feel of the muscle beneath her cheek. Gibbs might be many years her senior but he was hardly old. He kept his body in perfect condition, well-toned and always ready for action she could see nothing to make her want to look away.

"Why me Gibbs"

Gibbs was having a hard time maintaining control over his body "You know why Ziva."

"Maybe"

Gibbs gave in and none to gently pushed her back against the sheets. Shifting he pushed his cloth covered hips against hers and felt her heat against his erection. "Because I want you and have wanted you since the beginning. Even when I didn't know if I could trust you I wanted you"

Ziva had known she would have had to be blind not to, but she'd needed to hear it. Especially with what the case might bring she needed to know now that he wanted her not just the convenience of a pretty face.

"You know I have wanted you as well. I know you could tell." Ziva met his eyes with her own despite the fact her body screamed at her to stop talking and start giving in to her need.

Gibbs saw her need and it matched his own. "It's going to be complicated and messy and I have no idea how it will work or what will happen eventually when the case is over."

Ziva smiled "Life is messy Gibbs and how could you possibly be expected to predict what will happen." Shifting her hips against him she felt his head fall against her chest. "You are going to make me wait are you not?"

"I have to tell the director the plan. We have to have an emergency out; someone has to know what's really going on. If he asks me if we've already been sleeping together I don't want to have to lie."

"I will be there with you when you talk to him Gibbs." she saw him start to protest "I will not have the director believing this is one sided or you somehow coerced me. We are a team."

Gibbs saw that she not going to give an inch and nodded his head in agreement. "I should go"

"And yet you are not moving" Ziva felt his hips thrust against hers and was reminded she was only wearing the slightest bit of fabric and why. Without thinking she looked over to her bedside table knowing if he left her this way she would be forced to make use of the items in her drawer for a second time this night. She looked back to Gibbs and saw he'd been watching her and from the look on his face knew what she'd been thinking.

"How long has it been Ziva?" Gibbs let his hand slide down to the silk of Ziva's thigh. He felt her tremble when he touched the softness of her inner thigh. "How long has it been since you've been with a man?"

"Over a year, and nothing meaningful before that. Most men I have might prefer not to stick around, so it is just someone to take the edge off." She felt his fingers teasing at the top of her thigh and wished he'd stop teasing her.

"Too long for a woman like you I would imagine. In fact I'd bet you have quite the appetite don't you and a varied one at that." Gibbs let his fingers brush so close to where she wanted him that he could feel the heat pouring off her but still far enough away to drive her to place her hands atop his. "In fact I bet you have no trouble telling someone exactly what you want." he chuckled when she forced his hand, literally by bringing his fingers to her soaking wet core. But when he slipped a finger inside her and heard the growl low in her throat he knew he was lost. She was tight, wet and nearly his undoing.

"You ate right, I do know what I want and right now I want you to make me come." Ziva knew she didn't need to play shy with him, didn't have to pretend and it was liberating.

Gibbs was so turned on by her request that he almost came in his pants. Instead he slipped another finger inside her and thrust gently creating an unmistakable rhythm. He felt her clenching around him knew that she was already very close. Reaching deep he searched only for a moment biting his lip as he resisted the urge to replace his fingers with his cock. He heard her cry out when he found that spot he knew would be her undoing. Ever so gently he pressed firmly against it and as he'd known she cried out and none to quiet. Her head thrown back, back arched she bathed his hand in wetness.

"That was beautiful Ziva." Despite his still unsatisfied state he felt amazing. She was beautiful and he could have spent hours just looking at her instead he slipped his fingers from her and smiled at her whimper. "Make sure your very late tomorrow Ziva I'll need an excuse to get you alone and then up to MTAC." With great effort he pulled himself from her bed.

As he walked away he heard her rustle the bed-covers and he nearly forgot his word. "I know about you too Gibbs. You like to control, to dominate, especially a woman. Not in any demeaning way, but in the ways that matter you like to make a woman feel safe, protected, desired...owned. In doing so you control, you do not like to make excuses for it;" He turned back to her and she saw the fire in his eyes knew she had read him correctly. "With me you never have to, just thought you should know."