Author Note:

Yay chapter two! The rating has been changed because a few people suggested to. It's basically only because of the language and 'almost sex' so it won't get too hardcore :P I thank everyone for your reviews, too. I really appreciate them, so make sure you keep leaving them, they make my day.

Disclaimer: You just like to hurt me :(.. No, I don't. Happy now?!

Dedication: Once again, I dedicate this to Kali - for your awesome Betaing skills. I wonder if Ziva will get to eat Tony's burrito any time soon, LOL!

On with the show.

"How is your back?" Ziva asked Tony, sitting beside him on the couch, her head resting against the cushions.

"Feels better..." He replied, avoiding her gaze.

Ziva pursed her lips, "This is afwkward."

Tony nodded his agreement, "What now?" he questioned.

"Well, I guess you will need to buy a new table..." Ziva announced, waving a hand in the general direction of the pile of splintered wood that was once Tony's dining table.

"I meant with us, we can't just forget this. We nearly..." Tony trailed off, leaving the rest of the sentence to Ziva's imagination.

She chuckled drily. Crawling towards him and hovering over his torso on the couch, she whispered suggestively, a seductive grin on her face, "Who is saying we need to forget what nearly happened, hmm?"
Their breath mingled her lips only inches away from his and her eyes were ablaze with mischief. He grinned up at her impishly. In an instant, Ziva was on her feet, her body swaying as she walked away from him.

"I am going to have a shower," she said seemingly apathetically, before looking over her shoulder and grinning playfully, her eyes sending a silent invitation.
Tony sat rooted to the spot, unable to comprehend anything, but as soon as Ziva had rounded the corner and he heard the shower begin to run, he jumped to his feet, immediately regretting the action as his back ached in protest.

"Ow.." he quietly groaned, before walking toward the bathroom.
As he slipped through the door, he gulped audibly; he could just make out her naked form through the frosted glass and his breath hitched in his throat. He couldn't move.
"Tony?" He heard her call. She knew he was there despite his quiet entry.
"Ziva," he said in a low tone, moving forward slowly.
Neither spoke for a few moments.
"Well, are you coming?" Ziva asked, pushing lightly on the door to peer out at him. Water dripped from her hair and rolled down her cheek to fall from her jaw; he wanted nothing more than to taste it.

Tony nodded silently, biting his lip as his darkening eyes followed the path of another droplet of water. He saw Ziva grin before pulling the door closed once again.
He moved quickly to pull his clothes from his body, ignoring the throb of his back. He checked his breath before confidently pulling the door open. Her back was to him and he paused. His gaze travelled down her back.

Ziva threw a smirk over her shoulder before turning around. She laughed at the dazed look on Tony's face. She watched him for a moment before wrapping her fingers around his wrist and tugging him towards her. The door closed behind him. She wove her fingers through his hair; pulling him down to her level, she placed a sweet kiss on his cheek.
Tony sucked a moist mouthful of air through his teeth; the sudden feeling of hot water and Ziva's heated skin against his made his breath catch.

"Let us try this again, yes?" Ziva murmured against his skin as Tony ran his hands up her bare back.
Tony was unable to reply as Ziva crushed her lips to his, her tongue darting between her lips, trying to gain access to his mouth.
Tony could do nothing else but comply; he pushed her up against the cold tiles of the shower with force and ran his fingers over her shoulders.

Ziva moaned at the contrast of Tony's body and the tiles against her body. She gripped Tony's shoulders before pulling herself up to wrap her legs around his waist.
Tony's lips covered hers and his teeth tugged at her bottom lip as she played with the tufts of hair at his neck. He moved his lips away from hers and kissed a path down to her neck.

"It seems as though we're doing it right this time," Tony mumbled against the flesh of her throat, as she arched her neck.
"Mmm," she moaned, placing her feet back on the ground.
Tony looked down at her at the same time as she looked up at him; she had a frightening animalistic look on her face. Tony didn't know whether to be excited or scared.

A growl ripped through her throat as she breathed heavily. She pushed against his shoulders, attempting to take the lead, pressing him against the opposite wall.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the wall – it was the door.

"FUCK!" Tony yelled at the top of his lungs as he found himself falling backwards, once again, with Ziva clinging to him for dear life.
He hit the tiled floor hard, the scraps of clothing littering the floor barely blanketing the impact.
"Tony, I – I am so sorry. I.." Ziva scrambled off of him. She was relieved that his head was cushioned by the bathmat.

"You're going to kill me." Tony growled, levering himself up with his hands.
"It is not fair!" She yelled exasperatedly.
"Somebody hates us." He stated, wincing in pain as he tried to push himself to his feet.

"I just want to fuck." Ziva exclaimed, pacing around the bathroom.
Tony raised his eyebrows, "Little help?"
She glared at him before bending down to pull him to his feet. They dressed in silence only to have Ziva storm out of the bathroom, shortly followed by Tony.

"At least you aren't the one that fell on your back - twice," Ziva's mood was beginning to frustrate Tony further.
Ziva sat silently on the couch, her arms and legs crossed.

"What, so now this is my fault, is it?" Tony asked acidly, "Because I remember quite clearly, you being the one who pushed us against that door and you being the one who flipped us over on the table, are you psychic or something? You want to see me hurt and you know exactly what to do make it happen."
She opened her mouth in shock, frowning at him "So now everything is my fault, then?" She asked in a tone that rivaled his, "I never even said it was your fault." She jumped up, heading to the kitchen.

"Look..." Tony began. He got up to follow her, to stop her.

"No, just forget it; I will see you at work tomorrow."

Ziva grabbed her keys from the bench before walking out the door, slamming it behind her.
Tony ran his fingers through his hair and sat back down on the couch, rubbing his eyes.
"Crazy, psycho ninja chick," he murmured to himself.

Oh no! Trouble is brewing! Thanks for reading xD I hope you enjoyed.

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