Author's Note: This was a much easier chapter to write.
My muse came back to me from a flu induced vacation and it's just in time.
My huge Holiday Break starts on the 19th and goes until the 9th.
I can't wait.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter and I'll try to have an epilogue up by the weekend.
PS: I found the Hebrew in Vamp926's Picking UpThe Pieces, which you should totally read. It's a good fic.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE. IT'D BE SWEET IF IT WAS, THOUGH.
They sat in a comfortable silence, letting the limo driver cut through the D.C. traffic.
Watching her, he was still in awe. Ziva was his wife, now. She was a DiNozzo. Well, a technically a David-DiNozzo but at the end of the day, she was still his wife. His wife...
It was almost unreal.
Tony gently, almost shyly, put his arm around her and she scooted over, putting her head on his chest as she hugged back.
"Anî ohevêt otchâ", she murmured softly.
"I love you too, baby." he replied before tenderly taking her lips.
She moaned quietly and clutched at him, touching him all over. Her hands were shaking and she was without her usual aggression. It hit him that she was a bit nervous and he broke the kiss, stroking her cheek.
"Ziva, it's just me. I'm not going to hurt you. Well, not in a way you won't like..." he trailed off with a wolfish grin.
"Pig!" she scolded in between her giggles.
He snorted like a hog, sending them both into full out laughter.
"What am I going to do with you?!"
"Well..."
"Shut up, Tony!"
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The playfulness in the limo had calmed her.
She really did not have a reason to be nervous. It was Tony. He'd never hurt her, not if he could help it. He was a tender and passionate lover, almost obsessed with her satisfaction. It would be good. Still, she wanted this night to be perfect or something close to it.
This was a new beginning for them and it needed to be celebrated properly.
Although, it wouldn't be the end of the world if something screwed up happened, she decided.
We have the rest of our lives to get it right.
A knock at the bathroom door made her jump and she continued to strip off her stockings.
"Hey, Zee-Vah? Did you fall in?"
She rolled her eyes at his impatience, even though she felt it, too.
She was burning for his touch.
"No. Go lay down. I will be out in a minute."
"Okay."
"Close your eyes!" She called after his retreating footsteps.
"Seriously?!"
"Tony..."
She heard him get on the bed and sigh deeply.
"All right, they're closed! Now, get your hot little ass out here!"
Ziva came out of the large bathroom and went down the short hall, smiling when she saw him on the bed. He was already shirtless and under the blankets but his pants were still on.
She saw them as she climbed into bed with him and she couldn't wait to take them off.
"You smell really good." he told her.
He really did get off on scent and visuals.
"It's jasmine. Your favorite."
"Mm... come here."
Obediently, she melted into his embrace and she whispered for him to open his eyes.
They slid open and wandered leisurely over her, taking in her lingerie.
"Do you like it?"
His eyes darkened to a deep jade and he kissed her fiercely.
That was a definite yes.
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Putting her firmly into the mattress, he made short work of her undergarments.
She was hot. She was burning like a hot coal.
She's all mine. My beautiful wife...
His lips slowly moved down her neck to her luscious breasts.
They had switched the twins to formula so she didn't lactate anymore, making the pain cease.
Her breasts had been very tender and he had avoided touching them until now.
He had to taste her.
One nipple was in his mouth and she moaned out, arching her hips into his.
She reached for him but he pinned her wrists forcefully down, making her mewl in protest.
"Patience, love. Let me love you, first."
"Tony, I want to touch you."
"Humor me. Unless you'd like me to tie you down..."
Ziva sighed but stilled and relaxed, signaling her submission to his whims. That was a good thing because if she started touching him, he'd lose control.
He kissed and nibbled at her nipples for a long time, delighting in her squirming.
Trailing fingers down her body, he parted her folds, moaning as drops of thick fluid wet his fingertips. She was always ready for him. He was a thick and long man, not able to fit inside most women. Ziva could accommodate him.
She really was the only woman that could handle him.
"You're dripping, Ziva."
"It's all for you. You make me so hot. Please, Tony!" she gasped as he plunged his fingers deep into her.
He twisted them and thrust them, enjoying the way her walls clinged to them, jerking rhythmically.
"Tell me what you want, baby. Do you want my mouth on you? My tongue tasting you?"
Sobbingly, she nodded.
"Ask me, Ziva." he growled.
"Lick me! Please, Tony! I want you to lick me!"
"Well..."
"Please!"
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She screamed as his tongue found her aching clit, licking it in serpentine movements.
His groan of delight sent vibrations through her and she loosened further, her creams surging out. His fingers withdrew and his tongue replaced them, devouring her like she was his last meal. Her fingers twisted in his hair and she guided him, urging him on with gasping yelps.
Sliding down, he pulled her to the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees.
Knowing what he wanted, she sat up and draped her legs over his shoulders.
He pressed hot teasing kisses to her mound and she moaned as his large hands cupped her ass.
He had a certain look in his eyes...
"Do it!" she moaned dreamily.
His tongue plunged deep into her, twisting like a corkscrew.
Ziva shrieked as her orgasm slammed into her, her hips bucking into his face.
Her fingers tightened on the mattress and her head went back.
Convulsing, her sepia eyes glazed and she watched him pull away slowly.
Smiling, he licked his lips and she kissed him, desperate to taste what he did.
Pushing him back to the floor, she tore at his pants and yanked off his silk black boxers.
Before she could say anything, he put her head on a discarded pillow and she raised her ass, presenting herself to him.
A scream of entwined agony and ecstasy escaped her as he filled her in one swift lunge.
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She was so perfect, so hot and moist and silky soft.
His eyes rolled back as her tightness surrounded his shaft.
Slowly, he slid all the way out of her, rubbing the head of his cock against her throbbing nub.
"Oh, dear god! Anthony, please!" she wailed.
"Ziva!" he growled before plunging back into her, setting a fast paced rhythm.
"Yes! Fuck me, Anthony! Fuck your bride! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
He'd fuck her. He'd fuck her for the rest of his life.
Pulling her up, he let her bounce on him, filling his hands with her breasts, massaging them to her rhythm.
Looking into a full length mirror, he nearly lost it.
Ziva's head was thrown back on his shoulder and upper body was arched like a bow.
He could see his rose red shaft disappear into her, coming out glistening against her dark curls.
The contrasts of their skin glowed in the light of the sunset, making her seem to be cut out of marble and him out of bronze.
"Ziva, look in the mirror...god, look at us..."
She did and immediately her walls began to cramp faster, her eyes darkening to onyx.
She liked what she saw.
"We're perfect, Ziva... oh, god! I'm...oh, my god!"
Their fingers twined over her clit and she started to convulse again.
"Come with me, Tony!"
He could deny her nothing. Their mingled cries escalated into an ear shattering scream, heard easily by anyone. He erupted into her, filling her with his burning seed. She was thrashing and sobbing his name. Tony could feel his heart race and he panted for air, moaning as shot after shot of his come was milked out of him. His teeth sank into her shoulder and he just let everything but her fade away...
Later, they lay in the wreckage of their bed, kissing passionately.
They had spent the rest of the late afternoon and evening making love, stopping only to sleep and eat.
Shakily, she turned onto her stomach and he snuggled up behind her, twining their fingers together.
"That was definitely worth the wait. Good idea, Ziva."
"Mmm... so tired..."
He kissed the nape of her neck and whispered, "Go to sleep, honey. I'll be here when you wake up."
"Promise?" she yawned.
"I promise."
"Okay...love you..."
After he could hear her snores, he too fell into a deep slumber, content and satisfied with days.
He finally had his Ziva, his beautiful bride.