The night was coming to a close, and it was quiet, in that little room. That is, until…
"You should probably masturbate tonight."
Tony had been deep in thought when Ziva destroyed his concentration with that one offhanded sentence, entirely out of the blue.
"I… I should… what?" Tony stammered.
"I assume that is something that you do, yes?"
"I… well..." Tony could not form words. He still wasn't entirely sure what just happened.
"Because, if you think about it, we will be in that hotel room for up to three nights. And we will have to assume that we will be under heavy surveillance. So if our… activities, let's say, were to get you all hot and bothered, and you wanted to relieve some of that pressure, you probably would not be able to. Why would a man who just had sex with his wife then take care of himself alone in the bathroom? He would not. So if you let yourself orgasm tonight you will probably have an easier time these next few days. Am I wrong?"
Tony was baffled. Ziva was not necessarily wrong. But why the hell was she thinking about this?
"Um…" Tony began.
Ziva seemed to be able to tell what he was thinking. "Well, a woman who just had sex with her husband would probably not take care of herself the moment she became alone, either. So it was on my mind. I just thought it might benefit you as well."
Tony could have sworn he felt his brain melting. Did Ziva just admit to him in a roundabout way that tonight, she planned on…? Oh, God…
He couldn't help but picture her now. Sweaty, panting, her fingers roughly working herself in between her thighs. Yeah, he was sure she liked it rough. He could feel the familiar twitch, the throbbing in his dick, at the very thought of it.
"Anyways," Ziva started, "It is getting late. I think we should head out. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."
Tony, in a stunned and zombie-like state, simply nodded, gathered his things, and followed Ziva's example as she rose to leave.
As they reached the door, turning out the lights behind them, Ziva couldn't help but add, "Not to mention a busy night, yes?" She flashed him an impish grin before turning away. Tony stood frozen, rooted to his spot. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he watched the seductive sway of her hips float away from him.