Author's note:

Wonderful new week, everyone! Another Monday has come and we're on Chapter 5 today... Can't believe it goes so quickly. :D Hope you all had an amazing weekend and that you enjoyed your time.

I want to thank again to those who reviewed, followed my story or put it into their favourites. You don't even know what it means for me to have such a wonderful group of people around me. :)

To Debbie – I'm glad I can never disappoint you. :) Thank you so much and I'm endlessly grateful to you for your daughter and the fact you're my reader and that you led her to me.

To Azucar – ha, there are more kisses to come so just go read! :) Thank you again for your wonderful review, you always make me smile.

What I have in store for you today? Hm, let's see... Tony's persuasion skills go into overdrive, for how long can Ziva resists? ;) Enjoy the reading!

Disclaimer:

I do not own NCIS or the characters.

Towel – Chapter 5

*** WHERE WE LEFT OFF ***

Tony took it as a sign that she didn't protest and decided to show her that whatever she said didn't match with what her body wanted because it evidently desired him. And he didn't want to retreat when he'd gotten so far. Truth to be told, they had already crossed every boundary that was between them and just to put it back up wasn't exactly what he wished for.

Despite what she might think, he didn't try to seduce her for nothing. He wanted to show her his feelings for her and words, in this case, weren't enough. She wouldn't believe him, not now when he was making advances to her and she would take it as another attempt to get her into the bed. So he had to persist, and when the realization that she didn't have any other choice than to yield dawned on her, he could change the direction and show her that his aim wasn't just casual sex to resolve the sexual tension between them, but that he wanted something on more serious level with her: to make love.

*** AND NOW WE CONTINUE ***

But it required seducing her first because he already had gone too far. He took advantage of her exposed neck she so invitingly offered to him, and her moment of distraction, and bent his head down, finding her pulse point with his mouth. Her hands, which were wrapped around his neck, shifted into his hair as she groaned in delight when he started to suck the sensitive skin on her throat, teasing her jugular vein with his tongue.

She barely had a moment to consider that he might give her a hickey, which she would have to cover during the dinner and on the wedding, because he cheekily slid his hand lower and again found a way to drive her insane with his gentle caresses on her thigh. The only thing she could do was tug at his hair and moan softly when he grazed his teeth across her neck, making him smile against her skin at her powerlessness.

She just couldn't suppress a vocal expression of the satisfaction anymore, so she didn't try to stifle another deep moan when he opted for teasing her earlobe this time, and she helplessly raked his hair with her fingers. What she didn't understand was why he didn't strip her of the towel finally. It seemed that he still waited for something, but for what? She didn't know.

His decision to prove to her that she wasn't able to resist him even if she tried it with everything she had then became a reality when he made few puffs next to her ear, making her shiver. He gave her one last chance to put an end to this. "But if you really want me to leave, if you really want me to stop, then I will." He whispered into her ear, being just slightly nervous that his plan might not work the way he wanted.

Then he bit her earlobe, earning a whimper from her as her eyes flew open when she had heard his words, wondering whether he was serious. She looked up at him as he straightened back up, momentarily raising his hand from her thigh and cupping her cheek. "But you have to explicitly tell me." He challenged her, boring his eyes into hers and hypnotizing her with his yearning gaze.

She stared at him, her breathing calming slowly as she pondered her options while unconsciously playing with his hair on the nape of his neck. Although she was a bit surprised that he was giving her the chance to back away, she concluded that he did it because he actually didn't want to push her into something. But then, she didn't understand why he didn't obey her previous pleas.

"Really?" She asked him for assurance, just in case this would be some kind of trap. She was, again, so confused with herself because on one hand, she wanted him to stop because they were supposed to talk about this first, but on the other, she was a bit disappointed that he would do leave if she asked him to do so. Yes, she wanted to talk about it, but that didn't mean she wanted him to leave.

He nodded in agreement, humming affirmatively to emphasize it, as he decided to take the second step in his plan. And that was not to allow her to think, to show her how much he wanted her and she wanted him, to convince her that to fight against it was useless and to demonstrate what was awaiting her in a case she would give in to the temptation and contrarily, what she would relinquish if she decided to throw the chance away.

And the only certain way he could manage to do it was through a kiss. But not just a simple kiss or one of those they had shared recently. It had to be mind-blowing and earth-shattering kiss full of unbridled passion. Only such a kiss could make her breathless, render her speechless and convince her that whatever she might say to deny it, she would never, ever forget about that kiss and she would never, ever want to be kissed like that by any other man in the world than him.

She saw that coming so she naturally leaned her head in and parted her lips for the anticipated kiss, warmly welcoming his lips when they crashed on hers. It was only another piece of proof of how cooperative a person she was when it came to his hints, as she didn't hesitate to respond and let him to set the pace of the lip lock, sighing in pleasure into his mouth by which she deprived herself of great portion of oxygen, but that didn't interest her at all at that moment.

He didn't just crashed his lips on hers, he also collided his body into hers completely, so there was no tiny crack between them as every curve of their forms was filled with the flesh of each other. He gave her a feel of what she was doing to him and she could only moan softly when she felt the growing erection in his jeans, wanting nothing else than to strip his clothes off and accept the offer she had been given.

The leg of hers that was still wrapped around his unwittingly clenched to bring him closer and to grind his pelvis against her body even harder. His left hand travelled up her form from her waist to her face, cupping her cheek and changing the angle of the kiss marvellously. They moaned simultaneously as she massaged his neck and his skull, sending shivers down his spine while he cheekily started to trace his tongue across her lips, giving her a hint that he wanted from her to allow him admission.

But she was apparently stubborn, like always, not wanting to let him in yet. So he used his right hand to make her yield. He started slowly and gently caress her thigh again, making her whimper a bit as she was afraid that if he reached on her inner thigh, or even higher behind the rim of the stupid excuse of a towel, he would know for sure how much her body desired to continue in this and go even further, as far as possible, despite any words that could beg him to go away and forget about this.

But he knew very well what to do to weaken her self-control as his hand crept higher unnoticed, reaching her cute butt in no time and squeezing her ass insolently. She yelped in surprise, opening her mouth unwillingly, and could only react with a deep moan when he took advantage of it and shove his tongue into her mouth, seeking hers. She tried to be inactive, but he teased her with a tip of his tongue, still gripping her ass and delightfully devouring her with his kiss.

So she let herself to be consumed by it and lose herself in the sensations he was awaking in her. It was just too much for her to bear. She wasn't made of stone and her body craved him like nothing else in this moment. She took the initiative and intertwined her tongue with his, trying to ignore the smile she could feel through the way the corners of his mouth twitched upwards.

Her hands made their way from his neck down his back, purposely caressing him and forcing him to rock his hips against hers, moaning in response when he did so. His hand shifted back onto her thigh, gripping it firmly as she rubbed her hands alongside the upper part of his body, unexpectedly sticking her hands behind his T-shirt that she had given him a while ago, and finally touching his heated skin.

He groaned in pleasure as she inspected every detail of his skin beneath the black material, obviously enjoying it. She didn't see any problem with it, since he had touched her ass two times already, so she wanted to touch him as well. The butterflies in her stomach were tossing from side to side, providing her with the right amount of tickle she needed to know that this was exactly she wanted the most.

She was on the verge of collapse caused by the lack of oxygen, not at all registering that they were panting as the their lungs demanded a bit of a fresh air, when he suddenly released her lips, inhaling deeply. She whimpered in protest, wanting him to kiss her again and never stop, but she felt as her body welcomed the substance she needed for breathing.

"So?" He demanded an answer, recovering quite fast. But it wasn't that surprising because he knew very well what he wanted. He just wanted to know whether the reactions of her body were real, and whether she was aware of it, to finally crack this situation.

It took her quite a while to realize he had asked her something and what it concerned, feeling totally dazed after the incredibly fantastic kiss. She focused only on the breathing as her instinct of self-preservation began working, while he was still driving her crazy because her hardened nipples from the arousal rubbed against the fabric of the towel, and it wasn't helping her to clear her mind.

He watched her, amazed. He was satisfied with himself because she was totally incapable of doing anything and wondered whether she was aware that her hands were still caressing his back and kneading his muscles. He knocked her socks off with the kiss, it was rather noticeable, so it served to its purpose. She couldn't deny anymore that she wanted him, her subconscious actions spoke for themselves.

Ziva was slowly coming to her senses, realizing what kind of answer he expected and what his questions even had been – to tell him to stop and leave if it was really what she wanted. The problem was that she wanted neither of these. She wanted him to continue and she wanted him to stay. The only thing what prevented her from completely giving in was the need to talk between them. However, she was smart enough to know that it didn't solve anything – the talk, as necessary as it was, would only complicate things.

It was no-win situation for her. It didn't matter whether they would talk or end up in the bed eventually. Both would make things even harder than they had been before. On top of that, pretending that this had never happened had the same effect. She cursed herself for not having kicked him out the second he'd stepped in and that she'd let herself to be overpowered by his kisses, forgetting herself in the process.

Sudden panic shot through her when she distinguished a new feeling in her heart that had been hiding in the corner somewhere, waiting for just the right moment to seize her. And that was right now, as the fear appeared in full intensity. It scared her how great power he had over her because she was the one who wanted and needed to be in control. But when it came to him, she suddenly didn't have control over anything.

One stupid wink, one stupid gaze, one bloody touch and she was screwed. She couldn't deny him anything, she couldn't tell him to stop, she couldn't order him to get out of here and simply because she didn't want to. Only her common sense was making her to look like a control freak, was telling her how wrong it was, how much was at stake and what she could lose when things didn't go well.

She hated the effect he had on her, but loved it in the same time. Odi et amo. There was a war between her common sense she'd always relied on, and her heart and libido that had betrayed her a few times in her life. But she couldn't help the feeling that now it somehow felt right, like if it was meant to be. Like if he was supposed to be the one who might have such power over her and was actually allowed to subdue her need to be in control.

Such realization scared her even more. She had never allowed to someone to do it. Why should it be different with Tony, then? Truth to be told that none of the men she'd dated had been reliable enough. She'd always claimed to take care of herself, and they had known it and respected it, despite a few rare occasions. And that applied even on Tony, although she trusted him with her life.

But suddenly, she was too weak against him because a great part of her wanted him to claim her, to make her his, to be rightfully possessive of her because her heart belonged to him. And it meant to let him to have some control over her because she would gain some control over him. They would share the control over each other. And she wasn't sure whether she was ready for such a big step.

She jerked her hands away from beneath his T-shirt, finally realizing what she had been doing the whole time, and quickly crossed her arms across her chest again to cover herself. She put her right leg back on the ground as she unwrapped it from around his and sighed deeply to calm herself down. She hated to do this but she had to, in order to preserve their friendship and partnership they'd been working on so hard for the last few years.

"Go back to your room Tony, please. For the sake of both of us." She begged him, her eyes revealing how sorry she felt for this, but it was necessary. She knew it wasn't an explicit request like he demanded to make him to go away, but it was the most she was able to say. She wasn't able to kick him out by herself, she was too weak to do it, so she hoped he would come to his senses and realize that it was better to leave things like they were.

Tony wasn't surprised at all by her reaction. He had known her long enough to foresee her future actions. He also saw the fear in her eyes and the confusion as the battle raged inside her, and she still wasn't sure which part of her body should win. What she'd shown right now had been a desperate plea, an imploring prayer that didn't match with what he'd demanded from her in any way.

Well, maybe it would be sufficient to make him leave, if it hadn't been for the second sentence she'd said. It indicated a lot more that she was admitting. It had shown perfectly how confused she was with herself. Still, he felt a bit dejected that she obviously wanted him but tried to fight against it so much. He didn't understand what her problem was exactly, especially when her eyes revealed all the regret she felt because of the rejection.

He was even a bit hurt that she didn't want to confide in him what was preventing her from giving in when her body was craving for it. They could talk about it, get this over with and continue where they'd left off, finally fulfilling their destiny because they both knew that this was bound to happen one day. He couldn't believe she wouldn't trust him enough to open her heart to him. She had to know how much he cared about her.

He also understood the thing she had tried to imply in her request, he read very well between the lines. She was unable to throw him out, both verbally and physically. She expected him to do it on his own. She didn't have enough strength to make him stop because she apparently didn't want to. She hoped he would realize how great mistake they were about to do, and tried to make him to put an end to it by himself.

In that case, she had misjudged him very much. He wasn't going to back away from this, not when he'd gotten so far. He certainly didn't want to allow her to pretend that nothing happened, which was exactly what he suspected it would happen if he went back to his room. They would either continue in what they had started, or she would finally tell him what was holding her back.

If she didn't want to tell him what her problem was and why she didn't want to give in, then fine, she didn't have to. But then she should expect some consequences, because he knew she wanted him and he saw it as the only way to express his feelings without scaring her. Because the amount of love he felt towards her was overwhelming. He was sometimes very surprised by his feelings and their strength when it came to her.

He was determined to finish this little game he had started the moment he had seen she had been wearing just a towel. She could say anything to stop him, but he wouldn't listen to her. If she really wanted him to stop and leave, then she had to say it and not to expect from him that he would get the hint and cease his advances towards her by himself. Because he wasn't going to do something he didn't want to.

He leaned over her, again completely invading her personal space and shifting his hands on her waist as he squeezed it. She arched her back naturally as the wave of heat washed over her, because to feel him pressed against her body once more was intoxicating, and she knew she was in trouble. He wasn't going to abandon his plan, she could feel the determination radiating from him.

"But that's not what I asked you to tell me. I said 'explicitly', and your request definitely wasn't explicit, sweetcheeks." He told her sweetly, feeling the warmth of her body as she flushed from head to toe, and the whimper she tried so much to muffle didn't escape his notice.

"Not that I would actually like to hear it." He added as in the afterthought because he certainly didn't want her to kick him out of here.

He looked deeply into her eyes, interrupting the frantic travelling of hers between his eyes and his lips, clearly awaiting a kiss. She was feeling totally giddy just from the way he stared at her, it was unbelievable. She was actually glad for his hands on her waist because she was sure her knees would betray her in the second she would have to stay on her own.

Tony smiled, satisfied with himself because judging by her reactions, he was rather close to his triumph. All that remained was to give her the last chance to reject him. "Anyway, if you want me to stop, then you have to say the word 'stop'." He challenged her, hoping she would fail to say it and he could finally have the definite proof she wanted him like nothing else.

Her breathing calmed down and her heart stopped beating for a while as she couldn't believe he was again giving her the chance to turn him down. He really wanted to be sure that he wasn't forcing to her to do something she actually didn't want, even though the truth was that whatever left her mouth didn't match with the desire of her body and her heart. Moreover, it was rather easy to make him leave because all he wanted to hear was one stupid word.

Except that to say the word 'stop' was suddenly extremely hard. Her voice abandoned her the moment she opened her mouth and all she was able to let out was silent words. Her brain was giving the orders to other parts of her body to say it, but it seemed that her body just didn't agree and decided to defy. She was opening and shutting up her mouth with no effect because she couldn't bring herself to say anything.

It was like she had some kind of barrier in her throat. The words got stuck inside and she couldn't get them out. She felt sick as it disgusted her that she would tell him to stop, tell him to leave, and she felt even more sickened when she considered what it would do to her if he just went away and let her to stand there while she would be shaking uncontrollably in attempt to get her arousal under control.

He watched her struggle as she apparently tried to tell him what he'd demanded from her but couldn't bring herself to do it. He refrained from singing in joy or something, but he felt unbelievingly happy that she couldn't say it because it meant she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He had to smile at her desperate face because she looked like a small lost puppy as she was getting to the realization that she truly couldn't win this.

He didn't want to be so merciless, so he gave her few seconds in addition before he let the triumphant feeling seize him. "I think I have my answer, then." He whispered, his hot breath fanning her face as he started to lean in for a kiss.

"But..." She tried to object as a last attempt to stall the inevitable, her voice returning all of a sudden, but she didn't have the chance to finish her thought as his mouth claimed hers and her words were swallowed forever.

The End of Chapter 5

So... The first layer of Ziva David's resistance is gone... She can't say such an important word, he needs to hear from her to stop. Do you think she'll be able to say it? :D Jeez, I'm so evil – I will reign the Hell one day, people.

Anyway, a little warning in here – Chapter 6 has the elements of M rating so consider yourself warned. Although I'm not sure why I'm saying it since the story is in M rated section from the very beginning. ;)

Nevertheless, I still beg you for the patience – we are still not at the end of this immense torture, and it still doesn't mean that those two completely gave in. I still want to play with them and describe every detail of the sweet surrender. ;) You know very well that despite the fact you're impatient, you love the detailed description.

Love you all endlessly, have a nice week and bye until next Monday! :)