Hey loves. 99 reviews! But seriously, I couldn't just get one more review? I'm gunna forgive you and give you this really, really Tiva packed chapter, so, you're welcome.

Oh, little side note, it starts from like Ziva's POVish. Not in first person, but the end of last chapter was a bit rushed so…just read, it'll all come to you.

"Have you ever wished for an endless night? Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight. Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself, will it ever get better than tonight?" -Glitter In The Air, P!nk

Ziva sat on her couch, feet curled underneath her and book in hand. Her hair was still damp from the shower she had just taken but not wet enough to wet the shoulders of her XL Navy t-shirt she was wearing, a present from Gibbs last Christmas, her last Christmas.

She brushed the thought of holiday seasons out of her head as she grabbed the handle of the mug sitting on the small wooden table next to her. But before the warm hot chocolate could reach her lips she heard a soft but hasty knock at the door.

With a low sigh she got up and started towards the door, her bare feet tip toeing against the smooth hardwood floor. She opened the door slowly and before she could see who was knocking, her lips were latched onto someone else's.

She knew it was Tony. She had kissed him to many time these past few days to not know what he tasted like. The kiss was short, but not short of passion. He let go abruptly, his hands still entangled in her hair and his breathing heavy.

"Tony, what are yo-"

"I love you." he blurted out, his eyes still latched onto hers.

Her eyes searched his face for something that wasn't there. With her arms hanging loosely around his neck, her thumb slowly rubbed the back of his neck as she thought.

She let out an absent and thoughtful sound that resembled a chuckle. "And I'm sorry I never told you." he sounded sad, truly sad.

Her face loosened from its tight expression and the slightest hint of a smile crossed her face.

Seconds had passed but Tony's eyes did not leave Ziva's. "Ziva, if you don't love me, I understand. I just…needed you to know." Ziva was more surprised at the amount of words he was saying than what they were. He was opening up.

"No, Tony." she paused, locking her eyes back on his. "I do…I love you."

And she was coming in.

She said the words slowly, enjoying every letter of the phrase she had said so little times but had felt so many.

He breathed a laugh. "You do?"

She resisted a chuckled. "Yes." He knew how hard that was for her to say, to feel, this way. She had let herself love so many times, and so many times love and trust had been thrown right back in her face.

"I'm not going to let you be alone." he stated, his throat felt dry.

The tips of her lips began to curl upwards. "I love you." she repeated. The words felt new and fresh against her tongue. Like biting into a newly opened chocolate bar.

He let a small chuckle slip from his lips before they met hers, softly. But she returned the kiss with more passion and his lips soon became hungry for more.

Tony found himself being pulled into the apartment and Ziva soon found herself up against the wall.

She broke apart, but only for a moment just to whisper, "Ti voglio." And for some reason, it was more intimate in his native language.

She could feel the smile on his lips as they met hers once again. And soon he found all his buttons unattached from the opposite side of his shirt. He slowly grazed his fingers up the side of her stomach, taking her shirt with him before pulling it off her head as he kissed her neck and jaw line softly.

In a silent and mutual agreement, Ziva found her feet lifting from the floor as Tony picked her up gently and moved them both to her bedroom.

The love they made that night was gentle and sweet. They savored every moment together as if it was their last. The walls were thick and the neighbors would not complain of the soft moans, names, and Italian and Hebrew phrases that never penetrated the sheetrock of her apartment.

After the moment of ecstasy they collapsed back onto the bed, breathing hard and heavy, their fingers romantically intertwined as they faced the ceiling. Ziva curled into Tony's chest, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her closer.

She tucked her head into his neck and kissed his chin softly as he absently traced the infinity sign on the back of her shoulder blade. They were as close as they could be right now, Ziva almost completely on top of Tony and his arms wrapped securely around her.

And neither of them had felt anymore in love than they were right now.

As their breathing became more steady and soft, Ziva lifted her head to meet his eyes. He tucked some loose strands behind her ear and she stared into his eyes for another moment before letting a chuckle slip from her lips.

"You were right." she smiled, running a hand through his hair.

"Was I?" he returned the bright smile.

"My life does have more meaning to it."

Ti voglio: I want you

Short. I know. Actually the short chapter here.

If you don't get the last line, watch Boxed In, then about halfway through it, you can go "Ooooooh! Okay, I get it now! Ha! That's funny!" Or just go on Wikiquote and find Boxed In and read the first quote for that episode. Whatever floats your special little boat. But all you hardcore Tiva lovers should have seen this already.

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