It didn't take long for Tony to respond. He thrust his fingers into her one last time, just for good measure, to hear her gasp once more, before removing them and scrambling to position his body over hers. Ziva pulled at his boxers, sliding them down just enough so that they rested right below his ass, letting his aching erection free. She stroked him a couple of times, spurring him on.

"Yes…" she purred, still holding him firmly in her hand. "This. This is what I want." Tony groaned, running his own hand over her pert breasts, ghosting his fingers over her hard nipples. Ziva moved her hips closer to where she held him in her hand, guiding him to where she wanted him most. And fuck, he could really feel the heat coming off of her now, and he was so close to burying himself deep within it, to losing himself inside of her entirely. His hips rolled forward against his control, and he could feel more than just her heat, now, on the tip of his cock, her wetness teasing him as he probed her entrance. Ziva made a point of rubbing herself on him as he held himself there. And just as Tony was about to take her completely, he halted, realization sweeping over him.

"Wait," he breathed. "Oh, fuck…"

"What?" Ziva asked impatiently, still trying to rub against him.

"Shit, I mean, I almost… do you…" Tony started, trying to breathe properly. "Are you on the pill, or something? Please say you are. I didn't bring anything, I didn't know if I should have…"

"I am not," Ziva began. "However—"

"—Fuck!" Tony swore, trying his best not to focus on how Ziva continued to tease him, how she felt so goddamn warm and wet already, even though it was just the tip of him that could feel it. He couldn't let himself continue, no matter how badly he craved it. There was a reason there were no little DiNozzo's running around in the world; Tony never let himself take these matters too lightly. "Ziva, we can't—"

"—However," Ziva interrupted, trying to regain Tony's focus. "I came prepared."

"Wait, what?" Tony paused.

"My suitcase," she continued. "Front pocket."

Tony pulled himself away from her, practically sprinting to where their luggage sat by the door. He rummaged through the front pocket of her bag, and emerged with an unopened box of condoms. He nearly yelled out of sheer joy. And then it dawned on him.

"I thought… wait…" he started, a teasing smirk appearing on his lips. "Were you… did you plan on doing this the whole time?" Ziva returned his smile.

"Not necessarily," she said, honestly. "But I did not want to rule out the option."

Tony full on grinned at that as he opened the box in his hands. He removed one of the foil packets and held it gratefully in his fingers, dropping the rest at his feet before making his way back to his partner, finally pulling his boxers off completely along the way.

He noticed Ziva watching him appreciatively as he paused on the side of the bed, as his quick fingers tore the packaging open, as they rolled the condom onto his eager length. Her eyes were fixated on him, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips. God, Tony thought, she really wanted it. Just as bad as he did. He knew that for sure now.

He climbed back under the sheets, back over her, and captured her lips with his own, his hands framing her face. Ziva swiftly responded, wrapping her arms around him and grazing her fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. He pressed himself into her, not afraid to let her feel him now, let her feel just how much he ached for her. She moved her hands and firmly gripped his backside, holding him close. She pushed her hips into him even more. Tony kissed her deeper.

He tore his lips away from hers only to brush them down the length of her neck, finding a sweet spot and teasing her there as he reached one hand between them. He gingerly grabbed his throbbing dick, positioning himself properly in between her thighs.

"This?" he rasped against her neck as he hovered right above where she wanted him. He wanted to hear her say it one last time. The calm, cool, and collected assassin – he wanted to hear her beg. "This is what you want?"

"Yes!" she pleaded, grinding her hips, trying to get him to move against her. "Please, yes…"

And with that, Tony reattached his lips to her neck, sucking on her skin while he smoothly entered her with one careful thrust.

"Oh, yes!" Ziva wailed, pushing against him, taking him as deep within her as she possibly could, feeling him stretch her in the most delicious way possible. Tony's mouth fell from her neck as his head dropped forward, a primal grunt rising from somewhere deep inside of him. Because, oh God, this was really finally it. This is what she felt like, so tight and hot around him, so slick, and he could hardly see straight anymore. After all of their months of teasing and foreplay, and an entire night of truly tortuous pretending, it took everything he had not to thrust into her harshly a few times and cum right then and there.

Tony let go of a shaky breath and began to move slowly. Deep, confident thrusts, each one eliciting an enthusiastic moan from the woman beneath him. She clawed at his back, and yeah, he thought, it would probably leave quite the mark, but he sure as hell didn't care in that moment. It just added to the sensation, made it that much more intense. And yes, it was intense. It was fervent. It was, as a whole, the hottest thing Tony had ever experienced. And he wasn't exactly lacking in experience.

The music remained constant in the background, much to Tony's delight. He liked that he could moan her name in her ear, and he liked even more when she moaned his. His hands were confident as he ran one down her side, settling it at her waist, where his fingers held her firmly in place while he pushed into her again and again.

"Fuck, Ziva…" he gritted, trying to lift his dizzy head. "You really do feel incredible…"

Ziva gasped, and moaned, and made the sexiest noises he had ever heard, as far as he was concerned in that moment. It did nothing to slow his own release from taking over him, which it was gradually beginning to do. Every nerve in his body was at attention, every synapse in his brain firing pulses of pleasure throughout his taut and tingling frame.

"So good…" Tony pressed on, losing his control over the situation. "Oh, fuck, you feel… so good…" Ziva responded by wrapping her legs around him, taking him deeper than before. She moved her hands from their place clawing at his back to clutch at his hips, her thumbs digging into his protruding hipbones, tickling the sensitive skin there and sending another tremor straight to his cock. Tony moved faster, then, delighting in the new angle and the sensations Ziva was drawing out of him with her capable hands, with the tilt of her hips, with her expert lips… Oh, God, her lips, which were now doing that same trick she had pulled before, when they were just doing this for show, and it had nearly been the end of him even then. They attached themselves to the sensitive bit of skin behind his ear, sucking, encouraging, and fuck, she was grazing him with her teeth, too, teasing him with her skillful tongue.

"Ahhh!" he exhaled, hard, nearly shaking now, because somehow she knew exactly which buttons to press, and she was pressing all of them.

"Tony…" she moaned his name – another button. "Yes, Tony! Oh, yes…" she gasped. "Yes, fuck me, just like that…" And now she was saying those dirty things, like she had promised she would two days ago if he was a 'good boy,' whispering them harshly in his ear – pressing another button, still.

Tony almost lost it completely then. Almost pitched forward one final time, exploding, quaking, releasing all of the tension that had been threatening to escape him for he-didn't-know-how-long-it-had-been-now. Almost. But, as he had said before, he did have a reputation, and he fully intended to protect it. Sure, Ziva was playing the game expertly, but it did take two to make the game any fun. And Tony, who until then had been getting lost in the pure sensation of it all, had barely begun to play her yet. He paused, allowing himself a moment to focus, and began again with a new sense of determination.

"Ziva," he began, his voice low and husky and entirely seductive, his thrusts slowing to a tantalizing pace, hitting her in just the right spot. She clinched her eyes shut, concentrating on feeling him there, and he immediately noticed, responding with a cheeky grin. "You like that?" he questioned. "Right there?"

"Yesssss…" she moaned, the word dripping slowly from her lips.

"You like how it feels? When I fuck you like this?" he urged, moving only marginally faster.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, pushing her hips against his. Scratching her thumbs along his hipbones a little more harshly. Yeah, Tony concluded, she definitely liked it when he said dirty things to her, too. He had figured that she would. He moved only slightly faster, still.

"Good," he rasped. "I like being inside you, just like this. Just like how I am now. You feel me there, don't you, Ziva?"

"Ohh…" Ziva lurched into him. He could feel her just barely starting to tremble beneath him, her muscles beginning to flutter enticingly around his length. He struggled to keep it together.

"That's it," he encouraged her, moving his hand from where it was settled on her waist just a little bit lower, to skillfully tease her swollen bud with his deft fingers. She bit back a scream, and he chuckled softly at that, low in his throat, as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I want so badly to feel you cum right now. I bet you'd like that, too, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes!" Ziva cried out. Her legs held him tighter, her hands flew to claw at his back again. Tony was reeling. He refused to be distracted now, though, refused to relent. His lips found their way to her neck, where they had started when he first thrust into her, adding yet another sensation for the woman wholly unraveling beneath him. He felt her tremble even more severely at that, and oh, God, he could really feel the beginnings of her orgasm now, as her vaginal muscles massaged his throbbing erection.

"There you go," he grunted between wet kisses against her hot skin, between the expert strokes of his fingers and the tormenting thrusts of his hips. "Yes, Ziva… Yes… Just like that." And she was really tensing beneath him, now, really moaning and panting hard. "Cum for me…" he urged. "Let me feel you." Tony couldn't help but egg her on, nor could he help himself from shoving into her more roughly. "Oh, fuck…" he cursed. "You feel so amazing like this…"

He only had to jerk his hips a couple more times, hitting her in her most sensitive spot, before she gasped loudly and fisted her fingers around the hair on his head, her entire body lurching into him with a jolt. And he could feel the heat and the wetness intensify around his cock, he could feel her muscles throb and flutter and dance around him with such intensity that he couldn't help but marvel at just how goddamn perfect it all felt. How perfect she felt, as she moaned his name into his ear one last time, as she reveled in the most intense kind of pleasures. And yeah, he felt a little proud about all of that. That he made Ziva, ever the controlled and composed pragmatist, lose all sense of reality. At least for just that moment.

He was still so close himself, and he craved that feeling of release more than ever, but he had to let her catch her breath again after coming down from her euphoric high. He squeezed his eyes shut as he grappled with his impulse to keep moving, his entire body on edge, his muscles quivering. His nerves hadn't once fallen from attention, after all, and those pulses of pleasure had only grown stronger. His entire frame was still taut. Still tingling. And it really didn't help that he had just witnessed the woman of his recent fantasies fall apart and cum beneath him. No, that didn't help at all. It also didn't help that he was already thinking about what it could be like to make her cum again. And he really did want to try to hold out, to try and do just that.

As he hovered over her then, trying to picture anything but that, Ziva slowly made her way back to Earth. She was still breathing heavily as a satisfied smile appeared on her lips. She began gently caressing the back of Tony's neck. He jumped at the slight contact, and she hummed contentedly.

"Tony…" she purred. He didn't open his eyes, didn't make a move, just continued to hold himself shakily over her. She scratched at the back of his neck again, trying to get him to look at her. "Tony…"

"Yes?" he nearly whimpered, eyes still clamped shut.

"It's your turn, now, Tony…" Ziva baited.

"Yeah, I know, I just… need a second. I… I can get you there again. We don't have to be done, it's okay…"

"Tony," his partner insisted. "Look at me."

Tony opened his eyes to see Ziva's staring right back at him. She had that look, the one that she'd always get when she was determined to get what she wanted, almost as if she knew for certain that she would. And she temptingly pushed her hips back up against him, then, her fingers still stroking the hairline on his neck. She kept her eyes on his as he gasped, as a shudder ran through him and his head fell heavily forward.

"It's your turn, now, Tony…" Ziva repeated calmly in his ear, before gently pushing him onto his back and rolling herself over with him, keeping them connected below the waist. She steadied herself with her hands against his chest and leaned forward, her face stopping inches from his. "And I prefer it on top, remember?"

She planted a kiss firmly on his lips, and he couldn't stop himself from grabbing her sides and jerking his hips upward at that point, unable to deny himself his release for much longer. She leaned back onto him, sitting upright, now, slowly grinding her hips against his in deliberate circular motions. Tony groaned, his muscles quivering beneath her ministrations. His head fell back into the sheets, and he surrendered to her entirely, knowing that it wouldn't take very long at all, now. It was his turn to be played.

"Very good," Ziva hummed. "Now I get to drive you crazy, yes? Did I get that saying right?"

"Uh-huh…" Tony whimpered, nodding almost invisibly. Ziva responded by speeding up her motions, pressing more firmly onto him with every downward movement of her hips.

"Is it working?" she cooed, running her hands down his chest to his well-defined torso. Thumbing the sensitive bits around his hipbones, again.

"Yeah…" he pressed out between heavy breaths, gripping her sides tighter. God, yes. It was working, all right.

"That is good," Ziva stated conclusively as she continued to torment him with her hands and rock against him with increasing tenacity. She brought her lips to his ear once more. "Now I get to ask you…" she whispered with a suggestive smirk, watching his face twist up with arousal. She knew what his answer would be, even before she asked the question. She had felt how he had reacted before, after all. "I really want to know, do you like how I fuck you, Tony?" she teased, sucking on his earlobe, then. He had liked that before, too.

"Yes! Oh, fuck… yes…" he groaned loudly. He was teetering on the brink, now, was really almost there. He gripped her and thrust up into her again, more frantically, this time, unable to take it much longer. He was on the edge, his release threatening to erupt from him at any second. "Yes… Oh, God… so perfect…"

"Do it," she pressed him, biting softly at his ear, rubbing assuredly at the sensitive trail of skin that led from his hipbones to where her pussy was riding his more-than-alert dick. "Let go, Tony. I know you want to," she encouraged. He moaned sharply, noisily. "Cum, Tony. I want to watch you."

That got him. The line about how she wanted to watch, and he knew she did when that coil deep in his belly finally released and he thrust up into her erratically a few more times, flooding his body with heat and discharging all of the tension he had been storing inside of him since the hotel room door shut behind them, since they were briefed two days earlier, hell, since he first laid eyes on her. He let out a savage groan, a virile noise of near-completion, as he held her in place and shoved his pulsating cock deep into her core.

"Holy fuck…" he gasped, still lurching into her, his manhood twitching with pleasant pulsations.

"Yes, Tony…" Ziva continued with a moan. She kept stroking him with her fingers and with her slick pussy, flexing her vaginal walls tightly around him as he erupted. "Let go," she repeated, "fuck me, just like that," she repeated. Tony could have sworn he saw stars at that point, and he continued to shudder and twitch.

"Oh my god…" Tony trembled. This was all so intense, felt so ridiculously good. Oh, she was such a worthy adversary, he thought. There was no way he could do this just the one time…

That was the first coherent thought on his mind as the last pulses swept over him, milking his body for everything it had until he had absolutely nothing left to give, and he began to fall away from the warmth that rested in between her thighs. Ziva's fingers were lightly kneading the muscles in his stomach, tracing the lines of his barely-there six-pack until he was ready and able to breathe normally again. Eventually he lifted his tired head, and she smiled at him from where she remained above him.

"Yes," she hummed. "I would say that that worked." Tony let out a laugh, at that, letting his head fall back another time.

"Yeah," he breathed heavily. He weakly reached for her face, brushing a particularly stubborn strand of hair away behind her ear. A light tinge of blush appeared on her cheeks as she moved her hand to cover his, where it had stopped to rest against her face, his thumb caressing it gently. They shared a contented smile. Tony searched her soft brown eyes. Began to really lose himself in them for the very first time. Cleared his throat and spoke, his voice almost a whisper, now.

"That was pretty damn convincing…"

Author's Note -

So that's all I have for now! I am seriously considering going through the rest of the episode, until Ziva drives Tony back to his place at the end, and perhaps further. But I might wait a while. I've been working on this for the past several days, and have been forgetting to do important things, like eat. And sleep.

However, if the demand is high enough, well... I suppose I could starve and be an insomniac for a few more days. So let those reviews flood in!

Thanks for reading!