This chapter's by Paige too, I think I've got the next one.
We loved the response for the last one. You guys are amazing.
The moment that Ziva noticed that it was Tony, her hand dropped from her gun in its hidden holster.
She dropped her head back and it softly hit the door, emitting a small thud. She muttered to herself in Hebrew, anger clearly present in the lines of her face. She pursued her lips, turned the light back off, and spun around, opening the door, and leaving the room.
When she was back out in her living room, she walked casually over to where her guest stood with his hands buried deep in his pockets. When he saw her coming he extended a hand and pulled her into his grasp. Ziva was now visibly uncomfortable, as if his touch hurt like a sunburn. Ziva broke the silence that had befallen the room. "Tonight is not going to work for me." Confusion was cloudily apparent on Mr. Miami's inebriated face.
"Aw Baby, why not?" he slurred.
"I'm not feeling too well." She skillfully lied. As soon as the words left her tongue she regretted uttering them, mentally kicking herself because she knew that he was going to worry and try to impress her with his congeniality and extraordinary bedside manor while she was, allegedly, under the weather.
"Well, let me stay and take care of you then." He said, just as Ziva had so cunningly predicted. He pulled her even closer to his body, rubbing circles over the tops of her shoulders.
"No, no don't worry about me. It is probably just stress. I have some paperwork that needs to be finished before morning." She lied again.
"Okay then, call me okay?" Ziva didn't answer. After a few heavy, silent seconds he went to kiss her goodbye. At the last moment, Ziva turned her face and his lips hit her cheek instead. Obviously conflicted, her guest grabbed his coat from where he had left on the light colored carpet and exited her apartment with a slight slam of the door.
Now she was alone, or nearly alone. Ziva took a deep breath and turned on her heel to walk back into her bedroom where she knew Tony was waiting. She walked over to the door and pushed it open, flicking on the light again. There he was just where she had left him. Anger was already pooling up inside her eyes ran over her partner standing before her, in her personal space, straight as a board emotionless. Her hand dropped once again to her gun. She pulled it form the holster and took a step forward, removing the clip from her sig and casting it aside on the floor where it landed with a resounding clunk. Her gun was then thrown to her other side where it made a similar sound as it hit the carpet. She walked forward again and let out a shriek, hitting her partner on the chest with relative force, causing tony to flinch and snap out of his livid state.
"You are so lucky I do not shoot you right now." she said, and no emotions can be deciphered from both her face or the words. "Why Tony, why?" she was yelling. "What makes you think that you can just dance into my apartment, invade my space, and interfere in my personal life? Huh?" Tony now spoke.
"First of all the term is waltz. Second, I'm your partner, I care about you! And I'm pretty sure that I made it fairly clear what I thought of your little rendezvous."
"Yes you did. That does not mean that I take all of your selfish, childish, and overbearing requests to heart." with each adjective, she hit him again.
"Ziva David, you are so god damn closed minded. You are the selfish one in this instance. Not me!" his tone and volume now matched hers and he finished his sentence by bumping her shoulder.
"Oh really? Are you blind Tony?" she continued, this time instead of hitting him she removed one shoulder of his sport coat.
"Obviously not, if I can see that you are headed down the wrong path." He dropped his coat to the ground without thinking.
"What wrong path? You are crazy!" This time, Tony grabbed her, throwing her wrap sweater to the floor to join his coat.
"Oh Ziva, don't even pretend that you don't know what I mean." The vein in his neck was now popping out. They now both had their hands on each other.
"No, Tony, I do not" she said grabbing a tight hold on the collars of his crisp white shirt.
"Well why don't you consider it Zee. Remember that guy. Oh man, what was his name? Oh yeah that's right! Michael. Rivkin, Ziva. He ruined you."
"And you killed him!" Ziva finished his sentence. Her frustration boiled over and she ribbed his shirt open, scattering small mother of pearl buttons around the room.
"To protect you."
"Thank you!" she yelled, unfitting to the words that she was uttering.
"So what's the problem then?" he sharply retorted, dropping his button less shirt on top of his jacket.
"There is none! I don't even like him Tony." Her volume escalated again.
"Well then good!" He replied, pulling the hair tie out of her hair, letting it fall wild on her shoulders, she looked like an animal. He liked that Ziva, the old Ziva.
"Can we please just stop talking now?" she asked in the same tone as the rest of the conversation.
"I thought you would never ask!"
The yelling had ended but the room was nowhere near silent. Tony immediately ripped the zipper on Ziva's dress, pulling the seam apart and throwing the black garment across the room. Ziva whipped off Tony's belt and yanked at the zip of his trousers. They were like animals and were completely in their element. They attacked each other with their lips as the remaining clothing was shed, and that's when it happened. Ziva jumped at her partner, attaching herself to his torso. He then wrapped his arms around her and fumbled backwards, causing Ziva to dig her fingernails deep into the skin of his shoulders, emitting a moan and a yelp of pain at the same time.
That night Ziva proved she was a screamer, in more ways than one.
We both suck at smut:P
Cept, Paige is better than me. But still, no good stuff guys, sorry.
