A/N To make a long story short. Chapter 5 should have had a note saying that A) I've had a little light bulb moment. Which means that I have a different ending from the one I originally intended. Which in turn means that I'm not going to be able to update daily but I should be able to update fairly quickly. It's much more fun for the reader as well as the author I think when the updates are frequent.
And B) Chapter 5 was the last T rated Chapter. But since I wanted people to be able to find this chapter I've left it under T. For those of you wishing to skip the "M" part of this chapter, just don't read between the first set of X's. The next chapter will be M so I suggest you use the story alert feature if you don't already, or just remember to set your browser to all when you check back.
Thanks to all of you who read and especially to those who read and review! Jeanne
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"You're not going to make me beg for it are you?" Tony pleaded.
Ziva stood, arms crossed, back pressed against their closed bedroom door. "I've never."
He glared at her and she returned his gaze with equal fury. "Okay. So I have. Once."
"That's more like it."
"I'm about to make it twice."
"I'm sorry." He said. "I'm sorry about all the things I said."
"Go on."
"I'm sorry I said your cooking was lousy. I'm sorry I said you're a cold-hearted commitment phobic ice queen. I'm sorry I said your butt looked big."
He leaned in to kiss her and she placed her index finger across his lips.
"And?"
"I'm sorry I said you sound like a chimpanzee when you come." He mumbled.
"Good enough." She said, pulling him backwards through the door.
"Hey! What about you? You almost took my head off with that waffle maker. And all those things you said to me? I'd make you apologize for each and every one but I couldn't understand a word you said."
"I'm about to make it up to you. Right now." She pushed him against the edge of the bed. "Sit." He did.
She fisted her hands in his hair and kissed him. Her tongue battled his as his hands slipped under the hem of her dress. He danced his fingers up the backs of her legs. Ziva broke off. "Be patient."
She stood back and pulled the tie on her dress. It fell to the floor with a soft whoosh.
She reached behind herself and undid her bra. Her breasts were fuller than he remembered: they begged to be touched. He reached out to knead them greedily and she grabbed his hands and guided him to her waist. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged them free of her body.
A silvery scar about five inches long ran horizontally just above her pubic bone. He kissed it and her felt her knees sag. He looked up at her. Her eyes were damp. He thought for a moment that she might cry but she blinked and returned his gaze with fiery intensity.
She wrenched his shirt over his head. She kissed him again, straddling him as she pushed him down on the bed.
"You're forgetting something." He said, grinding his pelvis into hers. "Jeans."
She nipped his earlobe. "You're not wearing underwear."
"I never do."
"I know." She kissed and sucked at his collarbone. "What you're going to want to do." She traced the outlines of her brand with her finger. "As soon as it comes out." Her fingers stroked him lightly through the fabric of his jeans. She undid the snap and flicked the tip of her tongue against the exposed skin. "The jeans stay on."
"Ziva." He cupped her bottom, before sliding his hands around to her inner thighs. "Enough. Please."
She grinned and pulled his jeans free of his body. "Whoa." Her eyes flashed concern.
"What?"
"That's just not going to fit."
He looked at himself, swollen by the weeks of waiting. "Is that a no?"
"Yes. I mean no. Don't move." She descended slowly, finding her depth, her movements short and quick. Her muscles seized him fiercely as she rocked. Her eyes lulled shut as her scream pierced the night air.
Not losing her rhythm she looked down at him with a grin. She lifted his hand to her mouth and one by one began to suck his fingers.
His breathing was ragged. "No. Don't. Not yet."
He groaned as she grazed the tip of his finger with her teeth. "Ziva," he gasped as he flooded her with his release.
"I hate it when you do that." He said, looking up at the ceiling.
"I was getting a cramp." Still engaged, she looked down at him. He didn't pick up his head. When he slipped from her body she rolled onto her side next to him. She nudged him. "Tony."
"Wha?" he said sleepily.
She tugged the comforter over them and lay down. "I see we're going to pick up where we left off."
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I've been used, in the best possible way. Tony smiled into the mattress, the scent of their lovemaking still thick. As much as Ziva could ever belong to or with anyone, she was his again. Or I'm hers.
He reached out for her in the darkness only to find her gone. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. The bedside clock read 10 pm. He tossed the blankets in a heap and pulled on his jeans, noting with some satisfaction that he was quite sore. She'd been much tighter and much faster than he'd remembered.
He found Ziva in the living room, feet stretched over the coffee table. She held her book in one hand, spoon loaded with chocolate ice cream in the other. A half eaten pint container rested beside on the coffee table
"Ziva?"
She set her book down. "I'll make you dinner." She said, licking the spoon.
"I'm not hungry. Thanks." He sat beside her.
"Suit yourself."
"You're feeling better I take it."
"Much." She grabbed the pint, hollowed out another bite and held it out for him. He accepted. "So." She said as his mouth closed around it. "Tell me who you slept with while we were apart."
He nearly choked on the icy glob.
"Unless we both want to pretend like it never happened." She offered. "I could go either way."
He hesitated. "No. I want to know." I think. "Gina. Once."
"From down the hall?" She scooped out another bite.
"Yes. And it didn't work out so well. I think I might need to move."
She smirked at him. "I thought you knew better than to date women who lived on the same floor as you."
"I do now."
"And who else?"
"Carolyn."
"From the coffee shop down the street?" Her head tipped back and she let out a full-throated laugh. "You must have been desperate."
"Speaking of desperate." He prodded.
"Who me? Hale." She said. "The cop."
"And who else?"
"Just Hale." She winced. " A couple of times."
"You regret it." He said. "I'm surprised."
You have no idea. "What about you?" She asked. "Regret sleeping with the baggy bunnies?"
He grabbed her spoon and container and shoveled a copious amount of ice cream into his mouth.
"It was bad, wasn't it?" She laughed again at his obvious discomfort.
"Nut uh." He mumbled, shaking his head. He swallowed. "It just wasn't good. You?"
"It was bad." She said. "Wrong hole means wrong damn hole."
It was his turn to laugh. It felt good to laugh with her and clear away the past. He leaned forward and kissed her. "I missed you."
"Me too."
He set the empty container and spoon on the coffee table. "You said something about dinner?"
She got up from the sofa. "I can heat up leftover lasagna. I don't have anything else. I have to go grocery shop- Swift had a hysterectomy."
"Nice non sequitor."
"No." She turned to him. "If she had a hysterectomy. Why did she go out after she talked to Marner and buy tampons?"
"For something girlie. I don't know. You've got the estrogen."
"When I was sixteen I used to hide condoms in tampon boxes under the sink in the bathroom. My father had a habit of invasion of privacy but he never looked there. It's as safe as a safe, if you're hiding stuff from a man."
"You think she's hiding what ever Marner had on Liptak in a box of tampons under the bathroom sink?"
"It's worth a look."
A crash and a yowl sounded from just outside the kitchen window. Their heads swiveled in unison.
"I think it's Mr. Whiskers." Tony said.
Ziva kissed him hard and quick. "You go chase the incontinent cat. I'll call Gibbs."
Tony let himself out the front door. A streak of grey whipped around the corner of the house. If it was indeed the three-legged pee-dribbling beast, it was moving fast. The blurry blob scrambled its way up the palm tree in the back yard. "Here Mr. Whiskers," he called. "C'mon kitty kitty. Be a nice kitty and come down."
It half fell half jumped into his outstretched arms. "Gotcha. Now don't pee." He turned to hurry into the house before the stinky fur ball could drench him and halted in his tracks. Through a two-inch gap in the curtain in their bedroom window, Ziva's form moved back and forth. He crept forward, his feet unable to obey the Stop order from his brain.
He clutched Mr. Whiskers as he peered through the window. Ziva stood sideways in front of their full-length mirror appraising her reflection. Shoulders back, she let her robe fall into a puddle of brown silk on the floor. In an all too familiar Abby-like movement, she placed her hands on her lower back and arched backwards distending her stomach. Her mouth pursed in dissatisfaction.
He felt bile rise in his throat and he forced it back. He tightened his grip on the cat and it let out a howl and a stream of liquid. "She's-"
The cold steel of a pistol bit into the small of his back.
"Pregnant? Yes I know. Now walk, very slowly, into the house."
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