Author's note:

Hello guys! Yes, new chapter is here and we are entering the last week of November... Does it really go so fast? Christmas are just around the corner any my Christmas gift to you is very, very close then. ;)

I want to thank all those fantastic people who shared their opinions, who followed, favorited or just stopped by to read the story. You're awesome and I love you!

To one of the Guest reviewers – I'm glad you love the story and as for your comment about Tony leaving if Ziva asked him to do so, I do understand your opinion and I completely agree with that but where would be the fun with it? Great part of this story is about the change between them because he's determined more than ever and she's incapable of stopping him. Anyway, I hope you'll continue to enjoy the story. ;)

To Debbie – Thank you so much! I'm glad you continue to enjoy it and I promise you – the giving in to her feelings will come soon. ;)

To Azucar – You never cease to amaze me with your reviews, thank you so much for that one. To answer all your questions would be a huge spoiler but I can promise that they will be answered in the following chapters. ;)

To Celine Krause – Thank you, sweetie! I hope the workshop was interesting, anyway. It's awesome to attend something like this and I would love to participate, trust me. :) Thank you for all those appreciative words, you made my heart melt... Hopefully, go on in enjoying my stories. :)

And I have to express my opinion on one of the guest reviews I rather deleted from Fem whose words were "This sounds like rape. Not okay." I don't know whether you will even read this but for assurance and for everyone who might have similar opinion, I rather say what I think it's needed. So, you were either trolling on my Chapter 3, or you seriously meant those words. To which I can say only one thing. It makes me sad that you perceived it this way because it wasn't intended. I know that from some point of view, it might seem like that but then, you would have to take the Chapter 3 out of the context of the whole story. You probably have no deep knowledge of the relationship of Tony and Ziva, their history and their personalities. Because if you knew something, then you would know, for example, that Ziva was held captive in Somalia in a terrorist camp where she was more than probably multiple times raped and Tony knows it. Do you really think that I would write a scene that would resemble rape with such history of these two characters? I'm trying to stay true to the characters when it comes to writing fanfiction, so you can trust me that I would never write such thing. Besides, Tony would never do something so deplorable and Ziva would do SOMETHING to defend herself if she felt she was threatened. I pointed out several times in the chapter that she has positive feelings about this so there's no way she would consider it as an attempt to rape her. As for my personal opinion – because I've been sexually harassed in my life, I would NEVER write about something so disgusting as rape. I denounce rape, sexual harassment, child pornography and everything you can think of that can be considered as a sexual-related crime. So, if you consider it as rape, then I apologize because that was the last thing I wanted people to think.

Anyway, rather back to the story because I write it for all you, guys, and you seem to enjoy it. Hopefully, you're getting the context right and don't consider the things I write about as something bad. I swear that my intentions are pure and what I write is for fun, describing the usual cat and mouse game between our favorite characters, nothing more. :)

So, what do I have for you in store today? As I promised – M rated elements, people – we're getting there! ;) Go on and read it!

Disclaimer:

I do not own NCIS or the characters.

Towel – Chapter 6

*** WHERE WE LEFT OFF ***

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.

*** AND NOW WE CONTINUE ***

She repaid the kisses immediately. It felt so natural for her to respond in a way he wanted her to because it seemed that his lips were invented for one purpose, to kiss her to death. Her hands still gripped the towel between her hands, stubbornly fighting the urge to touch him, to caress his heated skin, to strip his clothes off and eat him up like she'd dreamt to for years.

He again used the tip of his tongue to drive her completely insane as he teased her lips, tickling her and then biting her painfully with his teeth to show her the passion he had kept for so long deep inside him. He needed to prove to her what she had made him feel for all those years, and especially these last few months when he'd thought he might explode with the love and desire that streamed his veins.

It had been killing him, and to finally let it out was amazingly liberating. He didn't wait too long to use his hands, caressing her body up from her waist to her face and down her thigh, earning always a satisfied whimper from her, which only made him add more vigour than before. He was now certain about the mutual need so he didn't try to curb himself but, on the contrary, freed all the pent-up longing.

He could feel she was still rather reluctant, fighting the never-ending battle between her heart, libido and brain, so even though her kisses and her moans testified about the want she felt towards him, she was afraid to let it go completely. He tried to grab her hands to uncross them from her chest so she would stop gripping the towel, but she obstinately resisted, digging her nails into the fluffy fabric.

At least his hand found its way, thanks to it, on to the top of her breast, caressing it gently and showing her that she didn't have anything to worry about. She moaned deeply when she, again, felt the tips of fingers on her skin, and she hesitantly raised her right hand to his face, wanting to palm his cheek. But then she pulled her hand away, still being scared of losing her self-control, and herself in the process.

But the desire won out eventually, and her right hand gingerly touched his face, inspecting the subtle growth on his cheek since he hadn't had enough time to properly shave himself. It felt wonderfully rough and exciting to feel the stubble as it scratched lightly her skin, and she wished for more. Her left hand also released the towel and palmed his face, caressing it endlessly while returning the kisses he was giving her.

She could feel the smile that appeared on his face through the kiss, but she didn't care. She was losing the strength to fight against something her body apparently wanted as she was flooded with unimaginable heat every time his hand touched her skin. His lips moved against hers and his mouth let out a groan as she tried to repay his caresses as much she could, starting with intertwining their tongues to challenge him for the battle of dominance.

She even moaned in protest when his fingers stopped with caressing the top of her breast and caught her by her neck to change the angle. She rather wanted them all over her body. She wanted them to snatch the towel off and examine her heaving chest, her hardened nipples, her burning belly, her moist entrance that screamed with the need for him. Simply, she lost it and he had done his best to make her to lose it.

Her common sense was now good for nothing. She didn't listen to it as every fibre of her being ached for him and she pointed out her lust with the movement of her hands. They couldn't get enough of touching him, travelling an electrifying way from his face, on the nape of his neck and down his back and sides until they reached the rim of the T-shirt, cheekily sticking under it and examining his scorching skin.

He had to release her lips for a mere second to give them both the chance to take a breath, since she had robbed him of the last oxygen supply when she had so unabashedly groped him, probably finally giving in. She used this moment to be more brazen-faced and managed to slip her hands inside his jeans, earning a satisfied chuckle from him as she grasped his butt.

Then his lips claimed hers again with a renewed fervour and because she was so blatantly shameless, he dared to take this further as well. His right hand, which was gripping her thigh, propped up her left leg and lifted it up. She could just moan, not at all protesting against it even though she was afraid she might drop on her knees since her legs were wobbly like jelly.

He hooked the leg around his hip, which she helped him do without a second thought. She shifted her hands back on his back and clung to his body like if her life depended on it. He didn't hesitate to support her as he crashed her body forcefully against the door, pinning her there and making her gasp when she felt the proof of his desire in his jeans, now unmistakably noticeable.

Her brain clouded in the moment he grinded his hips into hers, giving her the feel of what she was doing to him. The only thought that flashed through her mind was that she wanted to feel it skin on skin. She wanted to feel him inside her, moving within her, taking each other to levels of pleasure they had no idea that were possible. She wanted to scream his name in delight, let him make her his and she wanted to mark him as hers.

She flushed and turned red at her own thoughts and dirty fantasies, despite the situation they were currently in, headed towards their fulfilment and she knew it very well. Since she wasn't able to make him go away and he obviously didn't want to leave by himself, the only thing that remained for her without going completely crazy was to accept the fate.

He suddenly broke the kiss since the break to inhale some oxygen had been rather short, and they both were running out of breath, and he certainly didn't want to smother her with the burning passion he was letting out. However, he didn't refrain from giving her a sign that this certainly wasn't an end when he rocked with his hips against hers, smiling when she responded in the same fashion.

Ziva gasped and dug her nails into his skin when he repeated the movements, making her totally, unwittingly repay the favour. Not that she minded it, though. "Tony, please..." She moaned, not recognizing her own voice at the moment. She didn't know whether it was just a desperate plea by which she tried to stop him, or whether she just begged him to take her right here and now against the door. The only thing she was sure about was the urgency she put into it.

His eyes twinkled when he heard the insistence in her request, or whatever it was. Not that he needed some evidence, the reactions of her body were evident and moreover, the gaze she was giving him was burning with such lust that he had to try very hard not to take her in his arms and throw her on the bed immediately and show her exactly what he had in mind right now. But it still wasn't the right time, he still wanted to play with her for a little while.

"Sounds more like an encouragement to me." He pointed out in a whisper before he bent down again and started to suck on her lips tirelessly.

She sighed in pleasure into his mouth, throwing her composure away and unashamedly responding to his lips, kneading his muscles with her hands. He was right after all, she didn't know what the purpose of her request had been and it'd really sounded more like an encouragement to finally get this as far as possible. He'd somehow managed to crumble the walls she'd tried so hard to build around herself. Her resilience weakened with every second she had the chance to drink his lips.

She couldn't stop thinking about how disgusting sight of them had to be with all the kissing, since their lips were swollen, their teeth were constantly in action biting softly and their tongues rubbed against each other, deliciously tasting reciprocally the depths of their mouths. And she didn't even have to mention the gentle rock of their hips as they teased one another in the most amazing, erotic way.

But it only boosted her arousal like nothing else. She didn't mind it whatsoever. She wanted only more and more. Her hands shifted from beneath his T-shirt on his face and his neck, changing the angle of the kiss, making him groan in delight. She didn't care about the towel right now. As far as she was concerned, it could fall down on the floor and she wouldn't be mad. It would only get them where they obviously wanted to be.

Tony didn't want to embarrass himself so the hand that supported her leg on his hip left its place and started the way beneath the towel, wanting to find out how much she actually wanted him, since he was giving her crystal clear signs about his want for her. It wasn't hard work, the length of the towel was rather advantageous, so to stick his hand beneath was easy. He was surprised with the heat that he was welcomed with, but it only raised his curiosity.

He carefully and furtively parted her folds, counting on her distraction since she repaid his kisses frantically and didn't perceive anything around herself. She was firmly glued to his mouth and didn't seem to be willing to give up on it easily. He smiled when he felt the moisture, actually very surprised that she was probably even more responsive that he'd expected as he buried his finger inside her burning heat.

Her eyes flew open swiftly and she shrieked out into his mouth, breaking the kiss immediately. She didn't expect he might be so bold to do such thing even though she had to admit that she didn't want anything else. She breathed heavily, clenching the leg she had hooked around his hip in desperation, trying to find in his gaze what he was thinking because he'd just crossed the thin line that separated them from totally giving in.

Kisses and light touches were one thing but this was getting pretty serious. It snapped her out of the erotic haze she had been in for the last few minutes. She realized that the only possible progress from this situation was ending up in a bed. It was inevitable. The only way she could avoid it was to tell him to stop, but she still couldn't find her voice to say the stupid word he needed to hear to make him leave.

He slowly and agonizingly licked his lips, making her to watch him as he did so while he examined the warm wetness in between her legs. She responded by gulping the lump in her throat, her body trembling as she bit her lip. She didn't dare to look down to see his hand and what it was doing, it would probably send her over the edge and she couldn't afford to shatter into pieces at the moment.

He was astonished with her reaction because, to be honest, he expected he would be lying on the floor already for what he had dared to do. But apparently she liked it, judging by her heartbeat and misted-up gaze she was giving him. For a minute there, he thought about pleasing her with his fingers and making her to lose control against this door but he wasn't sure whether he would be able to take it and moreover, his aim was slightly different.

Sure, he was still playing with her, seducing her mischievously because he needed to get her in the state when she couldn't say no to him. Then, he could switch the mood and do what he hungered for – to make love to her and show her how much he loved her. It was better when she thought that the only thing he wanted was to have casual sex with her because if he told her right away what exactly he wanted, she would be terrified because, frankly speaking, he was frightened, too.

He loved her. He loved her so much that he was sometimes scared of the intensity of his feelings because he had never felt something so strong when it came to a woman. Even though he'd almost gotten married to Wendy and he had had some serious relationships in his life, Ziva was just different. He didn't know what was so distinct about her from other women and why he felt like that, but such a strong love he felt towards Ziva didn't need any explanations.

He just believed that she might recognize his love for her through his actions, because he knew that she probably wouldn't believe his words right now. He had gone too far with it, so it was better to continue in the game for a little while before revealing what he really felt. And he had to be careful, because it didn't seem that she was ready to hear it, let alone to reciprocate his feelings.

He pulled the finger out of her pussy, making her to whimper as she stared at him with a mixture of consternation and excitement, wondering what he would do now. His hands firmly caught her by her waist while she was totally unable to react in any way, so she left her hands where they were – one loosely resting on the nape of his neck and the second one leaning against his chest.

He then gave her body a push forward, finally ungluing her from the door as he did a step back so he could give her the space to land in his embrace, being very careful not to drop her. She gave out a gasp when her belly collided into the perceptible bulge in his jeans and her knee buckled since she didn't have any support in the form of the door anymore and her left leg was still hooked around his hip.

She, naturally, wanted to balance her posture and wanted to put her leg back on the floor, but he immediately reacted and grasped her by her thigh, enfolding her in his embrace even more as his second hand supported her on the small of her back. He obviously still wanted to give her the feel of what she was doing to him and what his intentions exactly were.

She needed something to hold on to, so she slipped her hands down on his arms, digging her nails into his skin. She yelped in surprise because he suddenly and very determinedly turned them aside, apparently wanting to lead her to the bed, because it was in that direction. And since the expression in his face had never looked so decisive, she didn't have to guess that he really had it in mind to get them in the bed in a split second.

"No." She whispered the moment she saw his head lean in for a kiss as the last remnants of her common sense forced their way back on the surface to prevent her doing anything stupid, even though it was evidently late for it.

She couldn't see the playful smile that grazed his lips, because she closed her eyes even before his mouth claimed hers and started to drink on her swollen lips. Her mind went totally blank. She couldn't do anything else than respond, moving with her lips with the same ferocity, giving her best into the harmonious sync they had practiced and that left them completely breathless.

Tony enjoyed her constant submission every time she tried to make some attempt to stall the inevitable, because it was unimaginably adorable in his eyes. The fact she tried to pretend she didn't want him, and in the next second she was clinging to him like if he was the last man on Earth... It made him feel very special, and he was satisfied with himself that he was able to make such havoc in the usually rational head of hers.

He released her soon enough so she would have a chance to take a proper breath and was curious as to whether she might try to stop him again. But since her body was rather limp in his arms and she looked so bedazzled, he decided to go further and made a step forward closer to the bed, while she didn't have any other choice than do the step backwards – like few minutes ago when he had started with these advances towards her.

Her eyes widened, unwittingly taking the step with him as her common sense, which wasn't giving up so easily, again began ordering to her body to stop this, or at least make him to talk. "Tony... You... I..." She stuttered and it was everything she was able to say since her body didn't agree with her common sense and openly reacted to the way his hands caressed the skin on her thigh and massaged the muscles on her back through the fluffy fabric.

He pouted at her and clicked with his tongue disapprovingly, immediately cracking a triumphant smile with an amused chuckle. "Tell me to stop and I will. The only thing you have to do is to say it." He whispered across her lips before crashing his own on them, not giving her any chance to tell him anything because he already knew very well that she was incapable of doing so.

She again totally got herself into it. She let herself be consumed by those sensations he was arousing in her, melting in his embrace and forgetting about everything around her. Nothing was as important as the movement of their lips and the meaning behind it as he gently caressed her thigh and she stroked his arms in desperate attempt to find something solid to grasp to prevent herself from falling down.

He took his time before he shoved his tongue into her mouth, relentlessly exploring the depths of it and tasting as much he could, hoping that he would be allowed to taste it once again in the near future. Actually, he had the same impression from her side because the way she repaid his kisses shown completely clearly, how much she desired him and wanted to experience it all over again.

He, again, forced her to take another step backwards, as they both moaned at the gentle rub of their abdomens, and Ziva knew that she was absolutely lost. Although there was something left from her common sense that appeared from time to time, he always managed to silence it and repress it with the marvellous mouth of his, and she didn't have any other choice than to succumb to it.

He suddenly broke the kiss with a gentle nip on her bottom lip and had to smile at her woozy face that revealed how compliant she was becoming. Really, what an amazingly responsive woman she was, he sometimes couldn't comprehend. On the one hand, she was able to bottle up all of her emotions very well, but on the other, when the walls crumbled, he could read in her like in a book since everything she was feeling reflected in her face perfectly.

"Come on, say it. It's not that hard, Ziva. Just a stupid four-letter word." He prodded her with amusement, challenging her and helping her to make her to say the word 'stop' that she apparently wasn't able to get out of her mouth. It was only another game for him to show her that she wanted him and that was why she couldn't do anything explicit to stop him.

The End of Chapter 6

Well, well, well – a little bit of action here... ;) Hope you liked it guys, some more steaminess was necessary. We're one step closer to the sweet surrender again, I can promise it's not that far away.

Oh, and Eve – the next chapter is the one I asked you to help me few weeks ago so you can prepare yourself. :D You told me you would start laughing the moment you read it so I guess you should find some quiet place where you'll be alone so nobody would think you're crazy. ;)

As for you, others – I promise you that we will make a huge step in the next chapter to the desired end. ;) Well, end... More like the result you all want because it certainly won't be the end.

Anyway, thank you all once more, you're awesome, I love you and I'm eternally grateful to you for reading my stories and sharing your opinions. Next chapter will be up on Monday, as always, so until then – have a nice week! :)