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To Debbie – you're a very good reader since your daughter can give you the insight on what's next since she's my Beta, but you're patient enough to see the final product. :) Really, thank you so much for getting me together with your daughter. I hope you'll enjoy the rest as much.

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Thank you again and I hope you'll enjoy this piece of seductive jigsaw. ;) We're one step closer to the sweet surrender...

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I do not own NCIS or the characters.

Towel – Chapter 3

*** WHERE WE LEFT OFF ***

But it dawned on her the moment they continued in their dance consisting of her step backwards and his step forward. She gave out a surprised gasp when her back hit something solid behind her and it took her a while to register that she couldn't make any movement further. Her eyes widened in fear because she didn't have any route to escape now. He was less than one step away from her and she couldn't step aside because it wouldn't help her in any way.

She instinctively looked behind her to see why she was unable to carry on in moving backwards, only to find that she crashed into the door to bathroom as she guessed, judging by the doorknob. It was her great mistake that she stopped perceiving him, because he took advantage of her current obliviousness and took the final step to bring their bodies closer.

*** AND NOW WE CONTINUE ***

He immediately trapped her between the closed door and his strong frame, watching her gulping as she looked back at him, and he could see the realization in her eyes. She knew she didn't have any chance to escape and what was about to come, so she opted for gripping the towel between her fingers to prevent him from stripping it off her. Her eyes could then only follow as he put his hands around her head to emphasize the entrapped and helpless situation she was in.

But none of his actions had a bad effect on her. She didn't feel smothered or downtrodden. On the contrary, she was excited, and was getting aroused by each passing second. The biggest proof were the butterflies in her stomach tossing from side to side, making her to feel giddy, the sudden moisture between her legs she couldn't control and only confirmed her want for him, and her hardened nipples ached for his touch as they stretched against the fabric of the towel and rubbed alongside it with every breath she took.

However, it didn't mean that her common sense had abandoned her. She was still convinced that they should talk, even though it was pretty hard for her to make her brain work. She pushed aside her current state of excitement that began to overcome the fear, and hardened her gaze as she looked directly into his eyes sharply, determined to warn him about possible consequences if he continued with those advances.

"Tony, what do you think you are doing?" She asked him in a whisper, immediately gulping to water her dry mouth.

The smile he gave her and the playful twinkle in his eyes softened her features again, and she could only curse herself for it. He wasn't supposed to know that she was actually thrilled with the current situation. She should be able to control herself and very clearly sign him that nothing between them could happen, until they seriously talked about their relationship.

He opened his mouth to reply on her question, wanting to tell her that she knew very well what he was doing, and that she didn't have to deny she wanted him as well because he could noticeably see it. But no words left his mouth because his eyes suddenly caught something, and he couldn't help but stare in utter fascination at it as if it was some sort of miracle.

Since her hair was still wet, some drop always fell down here and there. Now, one drop found its way from the nape of her neck to the front, and slowly but surely continued its way down as gravity naturally affected it. He couldn't tear his eyes off it as the drop traced her collarbone before it reached the top of her left breast and disappeared beneath her hands, since she still had them crossed across her chest.

She registered his reverie and looked down to find out what had captivated him so much. She saw the drop, she even felt it as it flew further down her breast slantwise, getting in between her bosom and finally finishing its journey as it got absorbed by the towel's fabric. He saw it as well because her hands couldn't cover everything so she was revealing small hole right in her décolletage where her breasts swelled.

He continued staring for a while, but eventually, he lifted his head back up and raised his right hand as he slowly started to trace the line of the drop with his forefinger. "Right now..." He began to finally answer her, and heard the gasp she gave out when he touched her skin. When she noticed his words, she looked at him, trying to ignore the finger that just played with her collarbone and, rather, focused on tightening the towel around herself.

Tony just smiled and went on, inwardly wondering why she fought against it so much. "...I'm trying not to think how easy it is..." His next words weren't calming her in any way so he could even feel her heartbeat when his finger ran across her hand, not daring to touch her breasts yet.

He locked his eyes with hers as he ended up in the place where the drop had been seen for the last time, hooking his finger to the towel. "...to take this and just unwrap it." He said with a voice darkened by lust, musing aloud his greatest desire. It really wasn't hard to take it off and throw it away as far as possible so she would be standing in front of him stark naked.

Ziva wanted so much to grab his finger and push it away, but she somehow couldn't. The thought itself, him stripping her of the towel, was making her desirous, and she couldn't bring herself to tell him that he shouldn't even think about it. Her eyes were screaming at him to do it and not to hesitate to take her against this stupid door, to make her his, to give them both the satisfaction they so much craved for.

However, the way he made his intentions clear pissed her off as well. Who the hell does he thinks he is? She was Ziva David, ex-Mossad assassin, NCIS agent and very independent woman. She was supposed to be the one in control, not him. She was supposed to order him to leave her be and force him to go back to his room, not that he would dare to try to take advantage of her like that. And certainly she wasn't supposed to start trembling just because he looked at her. She needed to get a grip over her emotions again and not to show how horny he actually made her.

As the anger in her was rising up, a new determination appeared, as well, and her gaze again hardened as she looked him up and down strictly. "Well, if I were you, I wouldn't dare to do it. You know very well I can kill you for it." She made a threat, suddenly very confident. He needed to be reprimanded for his insolence. He had to understand that he couldn't just play with her like she was some kind of a doll.

But instead of showing some fear that he actually was scared of what she might do to him if he tried to take the towel off her, he just smiled and chuckled in amusement. He pulled out his finger and slowly rubbed the fluffy fabric as he slid his hand down on her waist, making her stern face fade, replaced with mixture of anxiety and eagerness. It was all the same once more. Even though her mouth was threatening him, her body and her eyes didn't mean it. On the contrary, they urged him to do it and cross the line.

"Oh, sure you can." He uttered with a smug smile on his face, revelling in her despair, because sooner or later, she had to find out she was completely in his mercy and there was no way she could win. Well, he was actually pretty sure that by the moment he would be finished with her, they would both be winners.

He gave a little squeeze to her waist and continued with his hand lower on her exposed thigh, finally touching her in a way he could only imagine until now. Her breathing again laboured as she clung onto the towel, afraid that he would try to pull it down. Her legs felt like jelly and she couldn't do anything to shove his hand away, so she just curled her toes and carried on in staring at him.

He moistened his lips and watched as she leaned her head against the door for support and half-closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasure when he started to caress her thigh gently. "But let's be honest. Without revealing certain parts of your body, I highly doubt you'd be able to do it." He stated, feeling a bit sorry for her because she was truly helpless while he dared to shift his hand higher and teased with his fingers the outline of her butt.

She bit her lip in desperation to stop the moan that formed deep inside her throat and still clenched the towel between her hands. Then she opened her eyes fully as another realization began to dawn on her, but it took her some time to finally admit the seriousness of the situation she was in because she could only yelp in surprise in the moment he reached his hand on her inner thigh and tickled her.

He chuckled again, having a good time with teasing her, and completely satisfied with how wonderfully responsive woman she was. He carefully observed every tiny element of her behaviour, because he wanted to know how she looked when he was doing to her whatever he wanted. Especially when he knew she wanted him to do all those things, but for whatever reason tried to make him stop.

His hand then cupped her cheek to be sure she would look directly at him and wouldn't try to avert her gaze from his because he needed her to see how serious he was about his next statement. "And truth to be told, I would die for that sight." He told her, openly admitting that one of his greatest wishes was to see her naked. But not only for fun or for satisfying his curiousness, he wanted all of her because he was in love with her.

Ziva could only stare at him in awe, trying to absorb everything he just said to her. She was mad at him because he was right, and she hated when he was right. Especially in situations like this one because he had the upper hand. And she didn't like not being able to be control. But it was completely truth that without making a show, she wasn't able to stop him, so he could actually do with her whatever crossed his mind.

There were no holds or punches she could perform effectively enough without being afraid of that the towel would fall down, and no way she could prevent him from grasping the towel between his hands and trying to tear it off her while he would be falling on the ground after she kicked him straight into his crotch. Simply none of her training – special or just general – solved her problem with the bloody tiny towel. In any case, she would always reveal some part of her naked body.

Of course, if it was some matter of life and death, she would stop him immediately, there was no question about it. If it was anyone else, she would do it without hesitation as well – the person trying to harass her wouldn't probably see the light of the day ever again. But this situation was significantly different and she knew it, not to mention that vast majority of her personality didn't want anything else than discard the towel and give in.

But this wasn't some ordinary person she could see only once in her life. This was Tony. Her Tony. Well, she meant her co-worker, her partner and her friend, of course. She'd used the possessive pronoun 'her' just to emphasize their close relationship. It hadn't had the meaning that he was actually hers. They weren't a couple and certainly not married so she didn't have any right to usurp him.

Anyway, in some way he had always been hers and she had always been his. But that didn't mean she wanted him to see her naked because, like she had remarked before, this was Tony. The man she lov-... OK, that is a bit premature... The man she was probably falling in love with, the man she saw every day in the office, the man who always cared about her no matter how many times she tried to push him away. He had been always here, ready to do everything for her.

There was just no way how she could win this time. Either way, if she tried to kick him or something, or if she let him to unwrap the towel, she would end up naked in front of him and they both know what would happen next. He'd just stepped into her room in the right moment and had known very well what to do to get her where he wanted her to be. The only thing she could do to get out of this completely hopeless situation was to surrender and accept the fate.

He started to stroke his thumb across her cheek, looking deeply into her eyes and trying to find whether she might have some feelings for him or not. She was getting nervous with that gaze because it was so powerful and so passionate that it made her blush, and her body was washed by a heat wave from head to toe. Moreover, she knew she had to react somehow soon, and she still couldn't decide how.

Then it hit her that she had a door from the bathroom behind her and that she might use it to her profit. The only escape route that remained. Yes, it was cowardly to hide herself from him in the bathroom and it didn't give her any assurance that he wouldn't wait for her in front of the door, but at least there was the bathrobe inside. She could use it to cover her body completely and finally to get rid of this excuse of a towel. Then she could kick him out without being afraid she might end up naked.

The problem was how to do it. The doorknob was near her, on the right side, but he would probably immediately register, despite his sudden daze, that she stopped gripping the towel and tried to reach for it, so he would know about her plan before she would even have the chance to carry it out. So if there was any way how to get into the bathroom without him trying to prevent her, it was a swift and unexpected action.

She tried to hypnotize him with her gaze, and when she was sure he was distracted enough, she broke free from his embrace, let go of the towel with her right hand and quickly turned around to grab the doorknob and enter the bathroom, hoping she would be successful and he would be so stunned that he wouldn't be able to stop her, nor see her partially uncovered ass.

But he was faster than her, he wasn't in such deep trance that he couldn't register what was happening, and besides, he suspected she might try some escape manoeuvre like the one she had just done so he was rather cautious about any sings that might indicate she would try it. Before she even had the chance to touch the doorknob, he grasped her by her wrist, turning her back to him and pinning her right hand with his above her head on the door.

"Wrong move, sweetcheeks. You're not going anywhere." He clicked with his tongue disapprovingly and shook his head at her. She couldn't think she might escape so easily, could she? He tightened his grip on her wrist, just to be sure she wouldn't try to break free as he watched her eyes full of anger, and wanted so much to tell her how cute she looked when she was so desperately angry. But he knew she would probably kill him for real if he dared to say it.

Ziva was pissed that she hadn't been successful, but on the other hand, her traitorous body loved the way he had roughly prevented her from hiding in the bathroom. It had irritated her, but turned her on in the same time. She tried to tear her hand out of his grip, but to no avail. He just applied more force and she was powerless against him. She hated that complacent smirk on his face, wanting to wipe it off but secretly loving it.

She closed her eyes and deeply inhaled and exhaled. She was getting very confused with her own reactions as the war between her heart, libido and brain raged inside her. Her libido longed for him, ached for him and wanted so much to give in, while her brain reasoned that she could do it, but after their talk because there were too many things to resolve between them. Her heart was then the intermediary that agreed with both which wasn't helping her in any way and it bewildered her even more.

Nonetheless, the common sense was winning again, like always. She had learnt a long time ago how to suppress her real emotions in similar situations because she knew that to be reasonable was the best way to handle things. And she needed him to understand it. No matter how much they wanted each other, there were certain boundaries they just couldn't overstep so recklessly.

Their friendship and their partnership were just too important, and even though she was dying to experience how sweet it could be to give in to the temptation, she couldn't risk everything they had, and she knew he didn't want to risk it too. So, whatever made him believe that this was his right chance, in the moment she would clarify him how things really were, he might finally come to his senses.

She opened her eyes, this time a lot calmer than few seconds ago, determined to show him that she will take this as one big joke and will try to make him leave without destroying anything. However, when she looked into his eyes, she almost relented. That gaze of his made her weak in her knees as the desire for her burned in his orbs endlessly and she had to wonder where it was coming from. The undeniable sexual tension had always been between them, but what he allowed to see her in his eyes was a lot more.

She forced herself to avert her gaze from his, and, rather, focused on what she wanted to tell him. "Look Tony, I do understand your need to have fun." She said and risked another look into his eyes, only to find that he furrowed his eyebrows unbelievingly.

But she didn't let herself to be disconcerted by it and continued. "But I really think you should leave." She tried to sound sincere and serious, but it was still obvious that her body craved a completely different thing.

His frown deepened at her words, watching her incredulously, but still rather strongly gripping her hand to be sure she wouldn't try to escape again. He wasn't going to let her go, not yet. Have fun? That's what she is thinking he is doing here? Just teasing her, casually flirting with her and messing with her? That he is seducing her just for the fun of it? That he doesn't care about her enough and just wants to take advantage of her state of undress?

To say he was shocked would be an understatement. He couldn't believe she might think so lowly of him. Sure, he knew that what he was doing wasn't a very honourable way to express his feelings, but since he knew her, he was certain she wasn't ready for hearing his love confession. So, he wanted to show it to her in some other way, and this was the only one that came along. It was suggesting itself. He had hoped she might recognize his feelings for her through that.

When he didn't move and continued to stare at her with an expression of utter disbelief and didn't make any step away from her, she stopped clutching the towel and raised her left hand to put it on his chest. She had it in mind to give him a little push, just to stress her request because it looked that he needed some. She didn't know why he was suddenly so perplexed, but she really needed to put some distance between them, otherwise she couldn't be responsible for her actions.

But before she could finish her intention, and since he was still faster than her, she suddenly found herself roughly pinned to the door as he grabbed even the second hand and put it above her head as well while his body pressed onto her own. She gave out a whimper in delight and gasp in surprise as she looked confusedly into his eyes that were flaming with anger and lust.

"I'm not joking." He growled dangerously, giving her crystal clear sign that what he had done so far hadn't been some kind of a joke. He was serious, completely serious, and his plans with her had to be more than obvious.

The End of Chapter 3

OK, I know the cliffhangers are not fair to you but I just love them. :) And if you consider this as a cliffhanger, then know I'm truly not sorry for it. Not even a bit.

I sincerely hope you liked the chapter – I told you that the seduction will be very long because I love to be very descriptive to give you any tiny detail I can, so you could imagine it and live it out together with them. You can see that Tonys' intentions are really pure, he loves her and wants to show her, nothing more. If Ziva gives in, that's the question... ;)

Anyway, I gave you a little bit of intimate touching so what's the next level? A kiss? ;) Or kisses? Well, you'll find out next Monday in the new chapter!

Thank you again so much for your support, I love you all and have a nice week! :)