Author's note:

Well, Christmas is gone, my dear readers, and the new chapter is here! :) Since we are going to the last days of the year 2014, I hope you'll all have Happy New Year, great celebrations and wonderful beginning of the year 2015!

Last time, I forgot to thank for the contribution of kay – I'm truly glad you like the story and that it resembles to the situation with the girl in your school. I hope that one day, one of you will get the courage and do something, just as Tony did, so you could be together. :) Good luck and I wish you no more interruptions ;)

Since I can't reply you in PM, OnlyNCIS girl, I'm choosing this way – thank you so much for loving this story, it's a pleasure for me and I'm flattered to have such readers like you all are. :)

Thank you so much, Debbie! I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and I'm happy you liked the present so much. :)

Dear Celine Krause, it was a pleasure to deliver such Christmas present. :) Thank you so much for all those compliments, it made my hear jump. As for your wish that the scene would end soon so we would shift into different environment, the first part of the story will end with Chapter 14 so I can promise you that it will be soon. And aw, I'm flattered – however, the greatest present for me was that you read the chapter, liked it and told me so. Thank you :*

And my dear Azucar, I'm glad to have you back! :) I'm flattered with your compliment, thank you so much for that, and I can promise you that in some point of the story, they won't have to rush off somewhere so they will take their time ;)

Anyway, enjoy the next part of the smut and please, don't kill me at the end. :D

Disclaimer:

I do not own NCIS or the characters.

Towel – Chapter 11

*** WHERE WE LEFT OFF ***

Well, it wasn't such a new feeling if she wanted to be honest with herself. The seed had been planted years ago and it had been growing and growing, but she had never let it overtake her. She had refused to believe he might induce such a feeling in her. She'd just considered it as impossible. So the seed had continued to grow secretly, just letting her know here and there about its existence.

But right now it sprouted and blossomed out, forcing its way to the surface and, even though she wasn't that familiar with it, she wasn't surprised with the intensity. It all made sense all of a sudden, despite the fact she had tried to deny it as much as she could in the past, she couldn't fight it anymore. Certainly not now when she was completely captivated by the bliss he had elicited.

"I love you." She breathed out in a soft, husky whisper, finally easing the tension that had controlled her heart for years. It was fantastically liberating to finally admit the feeling and let the realization become part of her personality.

However, she didn't have any idea she had said it aloud. It was an admission to herself. She had fought with it for so long that she hadn't realized her lips had moved as she let the love for him to come into bloom. In her head, it was only her heart that sent a signal to her brain that the feeling was real and genuine and she should admit it unconditionally. Because despite the acceptance she was in love with him, she still wasn't sure whether she was ready to tell him that.

*** AND NOW WE CONTINUE ***

So, she wasn't aware that such words had even left her mouth, she didn't know that Tony had heard it. Well, he probably wouldn't have heard it, because the whisper had been really hushed, it had been barely audible. But he had been paying attention to her earlobes at that moment so his ears hadn't had any problem catching exactly what she had said. At first, he wasn't sure whether he'd heard it right, but as he let the words sink in, the significance of those words became clearer.

His initial reaction was natural. He smiled widely, his heart leaping in his chest as the warmth flooded his body when he comprehended what it meant for him. She felt the same way about him as he felt about her. His feelings were reciprocated: the woman he was in love with loved him back. He had achieved his goal because since he'd started to seduce her, this was what he had wanted to accomplish – to admit their feelings to each other.

He pulled away to look at her and wanted to tell her about his feelings for her, but when he saw her face, his joy dropped. He couldn't get rid of the feeling that something was terribly wrong with the love confession she'd just made. First of all, her eyes were firmly closed as she enjoyed the last waves of the satisfaction he'd just given her, and he couldn't do anything else but to think how cute she looked.

Anyway, it made him uneasy, because he started to doubt the sincerity of her confession. Because when a person confesses he or she loves someone, that someone expects that it will be said directly into his or her eyes, definitely not with closed eyes. If the confession is supposed to be significant, then eye contact is necessary. But she didn't keep it. She was too engrossed in the pleasure she was experiencing.

Then it hit him that she'd said it in a whisper, it hadn't been loud or anything. It had been more like as if she had said it to herself and that it hadn't been for his ears. Like as if he wasn't supposed to hear it at all. So he started to wonder whether it had been just heat of the moment and she really wasn't in love with him. He had done the same numerous times. He'd said something he had regretted afterwards because he hadn't meant it.

But when she finally opened her eyes, he dismissed the 'heat of the moment' thing. The gaze she gave him, the ardour he could see in her eyes and the drunken expression on her face proved to him enough that she really did love him. She wondered why he had stilled all of a sudden and stopped with building the pleasure, but she was too overwhelmed with the newfound feeling that streamed through her veins to question why he looked so taken aback.

She tentatively raised her shaking fingers and caressed his face, creating a silly smile on his face despite his anxiety. He still mulled over the confession because, although he was sure she had truly meant it, it still didn't mean he was certain about the seriousness of the confession. It didn't explain why she'd said it so quietly, why she hadn't been looking directly into his eyes and, moreover, as he noticed right now, she obviously didn't expect he would tell her the same.

And that was the weirdest thing of all. If some love confession happens, even in the heat of the moment, there is some expectation of the reciprocation or some kind of reaction in general. But she evidently didn't await anything, otherwise she would wonder why he didn't repay it, she wouldn't be smiling at him in a way she was and, instead, she would be pissed off or something. She certainly wouldn't just watch him with the love shining from her eyes like nothing happened.

There was just one explanation to all of this. She didn't have any idea she'd said it aloud and she didn't know he had heard it. She'd said that to herself because she'd just realized what sort of feelings she had for him, and she probably needed some time to absorb it before she would gather enough courage to reveal what she'd found out. If that was the truth, then he was able to accept it and give her the time she needed.

He knew what she felt for him, and that was the most important thing for him. He had enough patience to wait for her for eternity, especially when he knew for sure she loved him back. So, he didn't hold out, he obediently bent his head down after she wrapped her hands around his neck, trying to pull his head down and when he didn't do so, she tried to lift herself up a bit so she could reach his lips.

It was electrifying as their lips joined and continued in the same sync like if their kiss hadn't been broken at all. She poured all of her gratitude into it, wanting to thank him for the unimaginable satisfaction he'd given her, to show him how much she appreciated it and wanted to repay it. She felt like if she was in seventh heaven and she wanted him to feel it too.

She let go of his lips rather quickly because her body still hadn't recovered from the powerful orgasm and, therefore, her need for oxygen was strong. She ran her hands down his face, memorizing every detail although she knew his face very well, but she just couldn't help herself. He was more handsome than ever before. She loved every inch of his body and she wanted to praise it as much as she could.

She noticed his disconcerted expression with the stiffened smirk on his face like if he had to force himself to smile, and despite her love intoxication, she wondered why he seemed so anxious. "What?" She asked him, sounding very out-of-breath, hoping that this wasn't a very serious issue that would mean they had to stop.

Tony smiled, this time for real, finally being one hundred percent sure she truly didn't know what she had whispered into his hear, and that she didn't expect he would reciprocate her feelings at this very moment. He felt a bit disappointed, of course. He wanted to tell her about how much he had loved her for years, but apparently it wasn't the best moment to do so, because she obviously needed some time to accept the feeling.

"Nothing. I just... I don't think I've seen something so beautiful ever in my life." He replied sincerely, meaning both her body and her character, and the way she let him to make her his.

Her smile widened as she blushed a bit, leaning into his touch when he stroke her cheek with the back of his fingers gently, feeling happy like never before. She felt free and relaxed, and she knew very well that the only person in the world who could cause it was him. She'd never felt so secure with some man like she felt with him. He had become her certainty already years ago, and from now on she counted on him in every aspect of her life.

He kissed her lightly on the lips, feeling as the lust began to control his mind once again, suddenly forgetting everything around him. After one, hungry gaze he crashed his lips on hers and she appreciatively accepted it without hesitation, letting the passion to explode between them again with renewed fervour. The burning desire was the only thing that interested them. They needed to sate it, otherwise they were lost.

He didn't hesitate to take care of his own satisfaction and thrust into her, making her shriek into his mouth as she let go of his lips, opening her eyes widely. Apparently, she was still shaken to the core by what she'd just experienced, because she started to tremble with excitement, adding a shaky moan to emphasize her joy. He truly loved the way her chest rubbed against his as she breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath.

He looked into her eyes and unwrapped one of her hands from around his neck, putting it on the mattress. She broke the eye contact and turned her head sideways to see what he was doing, watching as he opened her palm and intertwined their fingers, obviously trying to find some support. She then returned her gaze to his, licking her lips lusciously as her eyes burned with hunger for him, releasing a moan when he repeated the movements of his hips.

To give him more space for doing his job properly, and to enjoy the way he moved inside her even more, she eased the clench of her legs around his waist and opened them, making him smile. His free hand reached to her thigh, caressing the piece of flesh he loved so much as he bent down and again claimed her lips in an endless kiss that wouldn't be interrupted if it wasn't for the need for oxygen.

She sighed in pleasure into his mouth, welcoming his thrusts and even meeting with them to give him the satisfaction he craved for. She was dying to reward him for what he had done for her. She wanted him to know that the only woman in the world who had the right to give him this was her, and she needed to show him what he made her feel and why he was driving her crazy.

The squeeze of her hand became stronger when he began to mirror the actions of his hips in her mouth with his skilful tongue. She couldn't comprehend how the hell he was able to do it, as she obediently took him up on his offer and played the game with him. Their tongues hurt from those rapid movements, not to mention their lips which were swollen, but neither of them minded. It meant everything for them and nothing could make them to give it up.

Tony felt he was close and even though to explore the depths of her mouth was fantastic, he wanted to taste the other parts of her body as well. At least those ones she would allow him to at the moment, since they didn't have time for more exploration. So, he regretfully let go of her lips, kissing her jaw and her neck, revelling in those moans she was letting out, again proving her responsive personality and giving him the reason why he was losing his mind completely.

He groaned in pain and accidentally bit her nipple when he went lower, taking her right breast into his mouth, and she reacted by digging her nails into his hand and his shoulder, his ears catching the whisper that bore his name, now clearly addressed to him. He flicked his tongue over the nipple in a circle, apologizing this way for the bite and sucked on it gently, making her to get a hold of his hair as she desperately tug on it.

But he didn't give up of his new favourite toy. He paid the same attention to her left breast as well, so it wouldn't feel omitted. But the way she started to flex her inner muscles, tightening her pussy around his shaft, was beginning to be too much for him to bear. He had to stop often with tasting her breasts to take a proper breath because her actions were robbing him of his oxygen supplies.

He kissed his way back up to her face, awarding her earlobes with a lick as she intentionally wriggled her body to make him to reach his orgasm. To be honest, she was sure that if he didn't finally get there, she might experience another blissful satisfaction very soon. He did everything he could to give it to her once again, and she didn't fight it this time. She was fatalistic.

He grabbed her second hand, putting it on the mattress like the first one because he was in need of the full support that only she could provide. She took it as her cue to prepare for the grand finale and, even though something inside her felt a bit disappointed since this was one of those moments that should never see its end, she was more than ready for it. She needed it more than air.

He could read in her eyes that she didn't mind to be completely in his mercy. She didn't try to escape from the grip he applied on her hands. On the contrary, her eyes were telling him with all the love she felt for him to do whatever crossed his mind to reach his release because her intention certainly was to cooperate and help him as best as she could. This was about mutual satisfaction, not a selfish need for gratification.

"Ziva." He whispered her name with such affection that she melted between her short raggedy breaths she was making to preserve her breathing.

Her face was flooded with his delicate kisses as he paid attention to every tiny detail, from her cheeks, across her nose, up her eyelids and forehead, while her hot breath fanned his skin, sending shivers down his spine. She had to fight the urge to try to free her hands from his grip and touch him, because that was all she wanted at the moment. However, she also knew very well that he needed her support.

So she just continued in meeting with his thrusts, welcoming his hot, moist mouth on hers the second he reached her lips, gluing them together with such passion that she couldn't help but wonder for how long he had been suppressing it. She could feel the despair from his movements, from his kisses as he apparently tried to show her what he felt for her, what kind of feelings he bore in his heart.

She was so overwhelmed with the thing that was happening between them and not knowing what to name it, she didn't think about consequences. All that interested her was to help him and do everything she could to repay the favour as she intensified her moves, using all her muscles in her arms and hands to prop him up the way he needed. She wondered where the Hell he was taking all the energy for this because she was becoming completely drained, but she was able to spend all of the little power that remained in her.

He registered that she wrapped her legs around his hips again, tightening the clench everytime he moved inside her, but he was too focused to give it some deeper thought. He still drank in her lips, gripping her hands and thrusting into her to get himself where he wanted to be for years with her, knowing he would be successful very soon. He needed just few more seconds, grateful to her for the fact that she was helping him and thought about his satisfaction as well.

He groaned the moment he exploded, biting her lip violently, to which she responded with a moan, not at all minding it. His mind darkened, his body stiffened and then started to relax under the mighty orgasm he'd just reached. He wanted to scream in delight, to voice the blissful feeling but he didn't want to give up her lips. They were just too sweet to let go. It was everything he needed to enjoy the pleasure.

And she didn't protest. She kept returning his kisses, convulsing her inner muscles around his manhood, prolonging the satisfaction like he had for her. Her nails dug into his hands as he shifted his weight on her body because his strength was slowly fading and he wasn't able to prop himself up anymore. He was trembling from head to toe, the warmth spreading through his whole body as he savoured the amazing feeling to finally make love to the woman he was in love with.

It was more than he'd dreamt of, more than he'd wished for. It was total nirvana, the sweetest ecstasy he'd ever experienced and what was even better, he'd known a long time ago that if some woman was able to make him feel like that, it was her. No other woman could compare to her, because from now on, no other woman interested him. Well, of course he still could appreciate some woman's beauty, but he knew where the limits were because she became his everything.

And maybe it didn't last long, maybe it wasn't as passionate as he wanted, but it served its purpose. They became one body, one mind, one soul at the moment they had really started this, and that was what he had wanted to accomplish, among other things. Sure, he wished for more time to explore, more rounds to show her in how many ways he was able to please her and she could please him, but he couldn't be more satisfied with the way they had declared the love for each other.

Because despite her unawareness of her own words she had whispered into his ear, she'd shown him how she felt about him. If she hadn't been interested in him at all, she wouldn't have let him kiss her, caress her and certainly, she would have been able to tell him to stop. And if she hadn't been in love with him, she wouldn't have let him make love to her. But she let him to do everything, which only proved to him that her feelings for him were strong and serious.

He released her lips, breathing heavily as his lungs welcomed the fresh air, trying to get himself back from the state of blurriness he was in. His body went completely limp. He wasn't able to move, so he stayed in between her legs, giving himself a time to recover. Judging by the look on her face when he opened his eyes and glanced at her, she wasn't smothered but, on the contrary, loved the way his body surrounded hers.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her flushed face, but then he eventually noticed the drop of blood that escaped her mouth. Releasing her hands, he curled her lip and discovered that he had almost bit through because the skin was damaged and he could see the flowing blood. "Ooh, sorry." He breathed out an apology, sorry for hurting her which definitely hadn't been his intention.

"Don't be." She whispered back, gulping as she moistened her lips, swallowing the blood and trying to water her dry mouth.

Her now-free hands ran up his arms to his face, caressing his cheek with the back of her fingers and then reaching into his hair, raking it. He closed his eyes and literally purred in delight as she played with his hair while whimpering sensually when his hands rubbed their way down her waist and thighs, sending goose bumps across her skin. Most of all, she was glad it didn't feel awkward but the other way around – it felt right, like as if it was meant to be.

He didn't keep his eyes closed for too long. He wanted to see the beautiful face he always so admired whenever he had the chance. He loved the raging storm in the depths of her eyes as she was gazing up at him lustfully, travelling between his eyes and lips, begging silently for a kiss. She was truly the most gorgeous thing he had seen ever in his life. Being in love with her wasn't such a big surprise after all.

Bending down, he claimed her lips in a slow, proper kiss that gave him a chance to taste and explore every corner of her mouth, engaging his hands as he delicately caressed her skin. She responded with a whimper, massaging the nape of his neck, feeling overly happy as she let the love for him to spread through her body and at least showed him how she felt about him through her kiss.

He finally gained some strength to move, so without breaking the kiss, he rolled aside to stop being the burden she had to bear. But judging by the way she wrapped her arms around him, he guessed she wasn't very happy about it. She'd apparently rather stayed like they had been seconds ago because she whimpered in protest as she missed the warmth of his body she'd gotten used to so easily.

She didn't allow to him to pull away. She turned on her side with him and pressed him to her, while completely focusing on the sinful kiss. She began to feel hot when she felt his hands to draw her closer to him as well, grabbing her possessively around her waist while his second hand started to play with her drying hair. It seemed that by what they had done, they had denoted bomb full of uncontrollable passion between them, because she wasn't able to let go of him and he evidently didn't want to, either.

But somewhere in the back of her mind she was still aware of the fact that they didn't have so much time. There was some compelling reason, something important she knew she had to start paying attention to, but she couldn't remember at the moment what it was. And because he didn't seem to care about it either, she pushed it back for now.

Nevertheless, she managed to dig away the sheets that lay beneath her, grabbed one and threw it across her body to cover herself from him by which she prevented his hands from touching her anymore. It wasn't that she felt insecure about her body or that she didn't want him to see her naked, but she merely wanted to avert any attempt of another round, because she really had the impression that they were supposed to be somewhere else very soon and she needed to start behave responsibly.

When Tony slipped under the sheets, following her, she realized that it was just impossible to make him stop. He was apparently in need of touching her, so she let him caress her skin gently, while she again snuggled up to his body, all without breaking the lip-lock that meant a world to them. Their bodies moulded together, filling in any tiny crack they could with their flesh.

He broke the kiss eventually because he needed to take a proper breath, watching with amusement as she immediately tried to catch his lips again, but he pulled his head away. His hand cupped her cheek, making her open her eyes and look at him with the most adorable face he had ever seen. He loved the smitten look she was giving him, completely captivated by her own feelings towards him.

She put her hand over his heart, wanting to feel his heartbeat that matched hers, looking directly into his eyes. The atmosphere of contentment and love settled between them as they lay there staring at each other. It was a magical moment, another one that shouldn't be interrupted by something and that shouldn't see its end. The harmony of their naked bodies, minds and souls emitted from them and nothing could destroy it.

They smiled simultaneously, like two teenagers in love as he traced his fingers across her hipbone, while she played with his hair, making small ringlets. Their eyes couldn't get enough of the studying each other's feelings that reflected in their faces. It seemed they didn't even want to blink and started to hate this innate need that robbed them of few milliseconds of their lives when they couldn't watch the other.

His thumb ran across her bottom lip that was swollen from the amount of kissing they had practiced. Although he knew very well that they were supposed to be at the rehearsal dinner in a short time, he couldn't help but want to hold her in his arms, watch her endlessly, chatter with her and just to be with her like he thought he deserved. And most importantly, he finally wanted to let his feelings out his chest and tell her how he truly feels about her.

He didn't care whether she would tell him the same, because he knew the truth. He had heard her and even though she didn't have any idea she'd said it aloud, he was certain about the honesty of her words. But he couldn't wait any longer. He had kept it locked deep inside of him for years. It was tearing him apart and he just needed to get it out. For the sake of his sanity and their relationship, he had to confirm their love making with words as well.

But all his hopes fell into pieces the moment he opened his mouth to say those famous three words that meant a world to him, because her face suddenly changed into a horrified expression of dread. She gasped for breath as the panic attack seized her and she had problems making her lungs work, because it had finally dawned on her just what had happened between them.

She'd felt contended and happy and she'd had trouble figuring out why. It wasn't normal for her to feel like that, so she had just dug into it. So, in the minute she'd started to replay the events of the last hour or so in her head, she'd realized that she'd just had sex with Tony. After all those years of longing, dancing around each other and pretending that it actually had been nothing, they had given in to the temptation. And what was even more terrifying – they had made love.

"No." She breathed out, her eyes wide with fear as she shot her body up, getting herself into a sitting position, still struggling to breathe.

The End of Chapter 11

Cliffhanger? Bumpy road about to begin? Oh yeah! Come on, you know you love it! ;)

I hope you liked the chapter, the love and the contentment even though it was disrupted in the end, but nothing is lost, you can trust me. In the next chapter, we will see what exactly Ziva's problem is and how Tony will react to it. Will he let to her to destroy it? Or will he be still persuasive himself and will try to make her to enter a relationship with him? ;)

Just few questions for the new chapter, I hope you'll enjoy it. We're nearing the end of the first part which will have 14 chapters and then we'll start with second part on the rehearsal dinner. And I think you'll have a lot of things to look forward to. Trust me, I'll make it worth your while – just as I did before. ;)

Anyway, have a Happy New Year, wonderful and prosperous year 2015, I'll see you in the new chapter next Monday! Love you all to the moon and back! XOXO