Author's Note:
Might be a little while before I can post more, so I leave you with this for now. Enjoy. ;)
The director and Gibbs were no longer in their ears, if only for an hour or two, and Mcgee had finally left, but not before making Tony tip him ten bucks. It would keep up appearances, he said. It's the realistic thing to do, he said. Tony hoped that Gibbs wouldn't let him keep the money.
He eyed Ziva by one of the trays McGee brought in, selecting a chocolate-covered strawberry from an assortment of bite-sized desserts and sucking it into her mouth while meeting Tony's appreciative gaze. Tony was thankful for the time they were granted, however brief, and he didn't forget where they had left off. He crossed the room to her, placing his champagne glass down on the way.
"Now," he began, stepping behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, nuzzling his nose into her neck, reveling in her intoxicating scent that sent tingles throughout his body and resensitized his nerves. "Where were we, exactly?"
"Hmmm…" Ziva hummed, leaning back into him. "I believe you were about to give me a massage?"
"Really?" Tony chuckled, running his fingers up and down her sides. "I don't think we ever finished mine."
"Sure we did," Ziva sighed at Tony's teasing touch.
"Yeah?" Tony murmured into her neck.
"Yeah…" Ziva breathed, turning around in Tony's arms and capturing his lips with her own. They shared a leisurely kiss before she spoke again, "Besides, I remember a certain someone saying he would do whatever I say."
"Well," Tony began, leaning in to place soft kisses along her jawline and down her neck. "That was under the condition that you kept doing what you were doing. But I suppose I could compromise, depending on what you had in mind." He kissed her lips again, a little more hungrily than before. She broke away to put her lips against his ear, speaking quitely so that the MTAC technicians and whoever else had them under surveillance wouldn't be able to hear.
"What is on my mind," Ziva whispered, "Is that mouth of yours, and what it could do for me." Tony let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding and watched her hands as she snaked them under his robe and up his chest. "And in the spirit of compromise, I can give you something much better than a massage in return, yes?"
"I, uh…" Tony stammered, dumbstruck. He barely had a chance to say anything before Ziva smiled and gently grabbed his hand, encouraging him to follow her.
"I was thinking a shower before dinner, what do you think?" she asked, this time at a normal volume, while leading Tony away from the camera, past the bed, and to the bathroom door. It took him a moment to register why she was abandoning her initial idea completely before remembering what McGee had told them when he finished his sweep of the suite – the bathroom was all clear. No listening devices, no cameras. None placed by NCIS, and no others that he could find.
Oh, yes…
"Yeah," Tony agreed, following his partner like an obedient puppy. She ushered them into the bathroom. "That's a good—" he stopped for a moment when Ziva pushed him into the door as it closed and finished untying his robe before he caught his breath and continued again. "A good idea…" She scratched her nails down his chest, over his sides, across his back; kissed her way from his lips to his jaw to his neck to his shoulders and lower, lower still; he swallowed hard, shut his eyes, because Ziva was seriously about to... and he could barely process words. "A really… good…" His voice fell away from him, she was kissing around his belly button now, running her tongue along the line of muscle that ran from his hip bones to his now-very-alert cock, and he forced his eyes to open and look down, because there was no way in hell he was about to miss the sight of Ziva swallowing him down. "Idea…" he rasped.
And they were really alone in this little room, alone as they could be for now, and this was just him and Ziva, not Jean-Paul and Sophie, and not NCIS or anyone else watching or listening in, and that made it so much hotter when she finally closed her lips around him.
"Oh… my… God…" Tony choked out, his fingers grasping at the door behind him and his eyes fluttering shut. And Ziva was good at this, really good, and this was all just too insane, too hot, her sucking him off like she had only ever done before in his fantasies. And he didn't even have to ask.
He'd moan a little louder when she hit just the right spots, because he was beyond being able to help it with her working him like that. And she would listen, and learn, and use that to take him even further. At one point, when it was obvious that he was close, she moaned herself, her lips still sealed around his cock, and the vibrations went right to his very center.
"Ahh!" he shouted, continuing to ramble between gasps for air. "Oh God, oh God… oh, you're amazing, fuck, this is… you're so…" She moaned around him again, sending another wave to his core. "Ahhh!... so amazing… please… don't stop… oh God…" She replaced her mouth with her hand, knowing he was almost there, and kept the same rhythm as she rose to her feet, attaching her lips to his neck and sucking on his pulse. "Yes, just like that…" he pleaded, thrusting into her fist, straining his neck to let her tease him there. He could feel himself starting to convulse, could feel the familiar pulsations spreading throughout his body as Ziva continued to jerk him and suck his neck, and he began to wonder how he could ever leave this hotel room, this life, this woman, behind. And then he came hard, with that thought on his mind.
He was breathing heavily, and it took him a moment to realize that Ziva was watching him come down from the high, silently studying his features. When his vision cleared he studied her right back, and, yeah, maybe it was because she just had her mouth on him, maybe it was because he was still trembling from the orgasm she just brought him to, but wow… was she perfect. That's all that was on his mind, at that moment. Just how incredibly, undeniably perfect she was. She was clever, and sexy, and sometimes completely overwhelming, and this was one of those times alright. When she could surprise him and excite him and leave him wondering what happened and wanting more just the same. When he thought he had her figured out, and then she goes and becomes so much more irresistible. Tempting. Perfect. And fuck, there was no way, no way in hell, that he could go back to work after this, see her across the bullpen, and not think about how she looked without her clothes on, or how she moaned under his touch, or how she led him into the bathroom of their suite and put her mouth on him and brought him to the edge of sanity just because she wanted to.
And dammit, maybe Gibbs made sense, after all, with that dumb rule of his. Because this was really, really distracting, Ziva being all clever and sexy and overwhelming as she was, and Tony just hoped he'd be able to make it through a day's work after this was all over without getting a hard-on behind his desk at the sight of his partner.
Her words broke him out of the spell he was under. "You are staring."
He cleared his throat, straightened his back a little, because yeah, maybe he was, but it was her own damn fault. "You started it," he returned, almost childlike. And then he stared a little more, because he really just couldn't help it.
She reached out and ran her thumb across his bottom lip, gave him a kind of suggestive smile, kissed him and ran her tongue along his. Kissed him hard, because she still hadn't gotten hers, now that he thought about it, and she wasn't going to let him forget it. There he was all happy and daydreaming, and she was still very much aroused. He wrapped his arms around her; hot to the touch. He slipped his hand under her robe, between her thighs… very much aroused, indeed.
She moaned, pushed herself into his hand, sucked his lip in between her teeth. Breathed his name into his ear. "Tony," she muttered, her breath hot on his skin. Kissed him again. "I want…" And again. "I need…" And again. This time with a little nibble at his lips.
Fuck, she was really going to kill him. He had just cum for the third time in as many hours and she was already making his skin tingle, his nerves begin to sit up and take notice again. It hadn't been this easy for him in so long. He was afraid she'd suck him dry. Afraid she wouldn't.
He kissed her right back, untied her robe and turned them so that she was the one against the door, held her there with his hands against her naked waist. He dragged his lips over her neck, sucked on all of her sweet spots, and she responded by moaning his name urgently, her fingers threading through his ruffled hair and her hips seeking out his touch.
"I guess I'd better return the favor," he teased, his left hand moving slowly from her waist toward the heat between her thighs while his right continued to hold her where she was. "Something as perfect as what you just did deserves that, don't you think?"
"I would hardly call that perfect," Ziva retorted, trying not to let the interest show in her voice. "Perhaps you are just easy to please?"
"Hmmm, maybe," Tony replied, smiling against her throat, before finding her clit with his fingers and rubbing her firmly. She cried out and lurched into him, not expecting the sudden intrusion, her head falling forward onto his shoulder. He pressed his lips to her ear and continued working his fingers as she began to tremble against him. "If that's the case, I think I'm okay with that. But I also think that was pretty damn perfect. And I think that favor should be returned. Am I right?"
He plunged two fingers into her, then, held them there, and she nearly screamed in response, "Yes!"
"Okay then," he nodded, removing his fingers and leading Ziva toward the sink, where he lifted her onto the counter before dropping down to his knees and kissing up her legs. "Good," he murmured between kisses to the inside of her knee, her thigh, inches from where she wanted him. "Because I have been dying to taste you." And he hovered, then, right above the heat radiating off of her, and she could feel his breath on her as he spoke, his voice sounding serious and husky and somehow foreign to them both. "Don't think I forgot about our little compromise."
Then he tasted her, finally, her flavor exploding across his tongue and her cries of encouragement ringing in his ears. She was sweet and so uniquely Ziva, and he couldn't get enough, couldn't stop licking and sucking and teasing and humming contentedly against her flesh. Her legs spread further, her grip tightened in his hair, and he couldn't stop his previous thoughts from returning. How, God, she was perfect. How he already wanted more of her. How he now had her taste to add to his list of memories that would get him hard at work. That, and how his name sounded as he made it fall from her lips again and again and again with every expert stroke of his tongue.
Yes, Tony concluded, this mission would be the death of him. But at least he'd die happy.