Tony watched Ziva's nimble fingers undo the buttons of his vest. She pulled it off of his shoulders and tossed it behind her, where it landed on the nightstand. She then grabbed him by the tie, leading him backwards to the side of the bed, eyes locked with his. Tony followed like an obedient puppy dog.

Using his tie, she pulled him in for another searing kiss. Tony's hands grabbed her by the waist as she fisted his tie in her hands, keeping him close.

Tony found it was becoming more and more difficult to "control himself," as he had promised Ziva he could during their initial conversation about the matter two days ago. As much as he thought he prepared himself mentally, nothing could have prepared him for how goddamn good this all felt. He tried thinking about something, anything else. Basketball. Movies. Gibbs. But then Ziva gently sucked his bottom lip in between her teeth, and Tony couldn't help but admire how skilled she was with that sexy little mouth of hers, couldn't help but wonder what else she could do with it. And that was when he lost control completely, when the remainder of his blood started rushing south, making his slacks feel uncomfortably tight. He groaned at the sensation. He hoped Ziva didn't notice. He continued kissing her, but tried to prevent her body from getting too close to his lower half. She would definitely notice then.

Ziva finally undid his tie and slid it off of his neck, letting it drop to the floor. She then grabbed at his shirt, pulling at it so that it would become untucked from his pants. She fumbled with the buttons, undoing them one-by-one until she was able to slip the shirt off of him completely and drop it to the ground. Her hands rose up to rest on his bare chest, then, feeling his toned muscles, scratching the hair there with her fingernails. Tony shuddered.

Having stepped out of his shoes, Tony let his lips leave Ziva's for a moment so he could bend down and peel off his socks. When he rose again, Ziva was giving him that predatory look that she had come to perfect. She let her eyes wander from his lips, to his naked torso, to slightly further south. She met his gaze again with a wicked grin. Dammit, Tony thought. She noticed. He felt himself blush. Ziva got a kick out of it.

"Excited, are we?" she teased.

"Can you blame me?" Tony retorted.

"No," Ziva remarked. She ran her hands down his chest to the top of his pants, sneaking the tips of her fingers inside of them, scratching at the trail of hair below his belly button. She smiled at him wickedly once again as she inched her fingers a little lower. A little too close to the bulge in his pants for his own comfort.

"Fuck…" Tony pressed out between clenched teeth, his eyes squeezing shut. She was being unfair. This was totally unfair.

Ziva began undoing Tony's belt and leaned up to whisper in his ear. "Aren't you going to finish undressing me?" she asked, punctuating the question by sucking on his earlobe. Tony groaned loudly.

So unfair.

"Yes," he rasped. He waited for Ziva to pull his belt from his waist before reaching for her. Her tongue continued to play with his ear as he moved his hands behind her back, finding the clasp of her bra and undoing it, letting it fall away from her.

Tony looked to Ziva, who was smiling. Egging him on. He ran his hands up her body, inching closer to her bare breasts. He ran his thumbs delicately over the sides of them, looking to Ziva once more. She still had that damn smile. Tony cupped her breasts fully in his hands, massaging them. Ziva tilted her head back and moaned. He took the opportunity to latch his lips onto her neck again as he continued working with his hands. With every moan, Tony would move his mouth a little lower, occasionally looking up to check Ziva's face. To see if he had gone too far. But she just kept on smiling.

Tony's hands moved to her back as his lips reached her breasts. He drew one into his mouth, licking and sucking her hardened nipple. Ziva moaned as her hands flew into his hair, holding him right where he was. So Tony happily continued, eventually removing his lips only to switch to the other.

Fueled by Ziva's positive response, Tony grew bolder still. He dropped to his knees and let his kisses trail even lower. His lips teased their way down her stomach, over her belly button, across her hipbones, until they were kissing right above her panties. He swept his tongue along the waistband, and then repeated the action a second time, this time letting his tongue slip underneath it, just a little bit. He glanced up at Ziva one last time. She was breathing heavily, her eyes glazed over with want.

Tony crept his fingers around from her lower back and hooked them under the waistband, slowly pulling her panties down her legs. He couldn't help but stare as, finally, all of her was revealed to him. His face was only inches from her, and he was certain she could feel his ragged breathing on her newly exposed skin. And fuck, he could smell her, the unique scent of her sex that came from in between her thighs. His dick throbbed painfully in the confines of his slacks. He wanted so badly to taste her there.

He almost forgot himself, almost gave in, almost crossed that line. But then he felt Ziva gently tugging at his hair, urging him to stand and join her again. So he did, and he almost felt guilty for what he almost did. But then he saw the same alluring smile that was egging him on before. And he almost lost his mind.