Hey everyone! First, let us thank allll the reviewers! We love you guys and you keep us writing. :) A couple of things to mention before you get to reading...we'd like to remind you that we have a photobucket account with Ziva's wedding items on it, like her dress, hairstyle and wedding ring, just to kind of give you an idea of what we were picturing while we wrote it. (Anddd it was kind of funnn.) The link for it is in our profile, so go and check those out. :) And the last thing...the ending of this chapter may be slightlyyy on the "mature" side; just a precaution. Ok...we're done talking and we hope you enjoy!
Ziva David opened her eyes and learned that her face was buried into Tony's chest, and his arms were wrapped tightly around her. Groaning slightly, she nuzzled into his chest more and closed her eyes, only to open them again when she heard the doorknob turn.
"Ziva." Abby whispered. "Ziva!" She said, a little louder this time. Ziva turned, without letting go of Tony, and looked at her. "Come on, we've gotta get you ready." Ziva only groaned and turned into her fiance's chest again. She really didn't want to be girly-fied again. "Ziva, come on!" Abby said, her voice almost at it's normal tone, "It's your wedding day!" She added. Into Tony's chest, she smiled.
Abby was right. It was her wedding day. The day that she would become Mrs. Ziva David-DiNozzo.
And she liked the sound of that.
Now at the side of the bed, Abby was pulling on her arm, moving Tony as well. Tony opened his eyes and only tightened his grip on Ziva.
"Hey!" He pouted, "What are you doing?"
"We have to get her ready, Tony." Abby replied. She stopped pulling on Ziva's arm and put a hand on her hip, "You need to get up too! Busy day today."
"Abby will you be quiet?" Tony said in a hushed tone, "You're going to wake up Aunt Nettie!"
Abby scoffed, "Aunt Nettie has been up for hours. Lets go you two, up. Right now." Ziva gave Tony a kiss on the cheek before slowly getting out of the bed, practically being pulled to the door by the forensic scientist. They stopped at the door and Abby looked at Tony, who was now sitting up, rubbing his eyes with both hands. She then looked at Ziva, "Say bye bye! You won't see him again until you start down the aisle!" She said happily, and started to walk again when Ziva stopped her. Tony jumped out of bed, running over to the two women.
"What?" Ziva asked, confused.
"Oh yeah, it's tradition. Some say you're not even supposed to sleep in the same bed, but I let that one slide."
"Not until she walks down the aisle?!" Abby nodded, "But...that's several hours from now!" Tony whined.
"We must not break protocol!" Abby replied. Tony grabbed Ziva and held her body close to his own.
"Then you can't take her."
Abby scoffed, "Come on Tony. I've got to get her ready. You have the rest of your life to do that." She pulled on Ziva's arm again, "Come on, time's ticking away!"
"Abs, can...can I have a moment alone with my bride? Please?" Tony asked, and Abby let go of her arm, scoffing before starting out the door again, "Okay. Two minutes. We are seriously breaking the rules here." She closed the door behind her and stood in the hallway, tapping her right foot impatiently.
Tony pulled her even closer, if it was possible, "Mmm Zivaa." He mumbled into her neck. She smiled as he ran a hand under her shirt and onto her belly, "It's today." He added.
She smiled more, "Yes." She replied.
He looked in to her brown eyes, "I love you."
"I love you too." She whispered. He smiled and leaned in, giving her a passionate kiss on her lips. He broke it when he heard the door open again. Abby.
"Times up!" She announced and stepped towards Ziva again. Tony reluctantly let go, because he knew that Abby could have him killed and they'd never find out who did it. He watched as the door slammed again. Running a hand through his hair, he chuckled to himself. He never thought he'd see this day.
The day Anthony D. DiNozzo was to be married.
Abby pulled the same chair out that was in front of the vanity. In her right hand, she had a hairbrush, while in the left, was a blow dryer to dry her wet hair. "Sit." Abby demanded and then added, "Oh, and toes up so Anna can get started on those." Ziva sighed and knew it was no use to argue. Ziva smiled and crossed her arms over her stomach. In a few hours, she would be married, and in a few months, she would be a mother.
She grinned and Abby squealed, jumping up in down in delight, "Look how happy you are!"
Ziva smiled again, "Yes. I am getting married."
About two and a half hours later, Abby and Anna were finally done using Ziva as a human barbie doll for the second time. She stood from the vanity, and she had to admit, they did a fabulous job again. She looked over at the closet, where the black zip-up bag hung. She walked over to it pulled it out, laying it down on the bed. With Abby and Anna's help, she got it on quickly, and examined herself one last time in the mirror.
She was ready.
Tony stood in front of his own mirror, buttoning his shirt up as someone knocked on the door. He hoped it was Ziva; and that she told Abby to 'forget' tradition. "Yeah?" He said and the door opened, crushing his hopes.
McGoo.
Tony smiled and then turned his attention to his cuffs.
"Hey Tony." McGee said. Tony furrowed his eyebrows together.
"Tim." He said. McGee walked over to the bed and picked up the jacket, bringing it over to him.
"So uh...Today's the day."
"Yep." Tony replied, a smile on his face. He turned to the mirror again and messed with his hair for the millionth time.
"You nervous?"
Tony chuckled, "DiNozzo's don't get nervous, Probie."
McGee chuckled, "Right." He helped the groom put on his jacket and McGee put both of his hands on the agent's forearms, "Congratulations, Tony."
Tony grinned, "Thanks." McGee then looked down at his watch.
"30 minutes and counting." He commented, and then turned to leave the room. Tony followed and as they descended the stairs, Tony chuckled.
"Maybe I am a little nervous."
Gibbs was at the bottom of the stairs and promptly slapped the special agent on the back of the head, "No time to be nervous, DiNozzo. Lets go. It's time."
"Thank you boss."
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Everyone else, including Tony, had gone outside, to get ready for the wedding. Gibbs could have sworn that Tony nearly fell down the stairs he was so nervous. He gave him a reassuring pat on the back, but when he reached for him, he quickly fell onto the ground, thinking that he was going to get smacked on the back of the head.
This caused Jethro to chuckle and smirk while Abby scolded him for potentially getting his suit wrinkled.
Gibbs looked down at his watch and then back out through the glass back door, to see Tony getting in position, Abby fixing his tuxedo. Even from his distance, he could see that he was nervous. This was, in fact, the only time that he had seen Tony nervous. Actually, that wasn't true. He had seen him nervous before, but never this nervous. He thought that a smack would help him, but apparently that didn't help at all.
He glanced down at his watch and then back up the stairs.
Abby had told him that Ziva was going to be down momentarily, but she had already been up there at least thirty minutes. She couldn't possibly have gotten cold feet, because he knew that Ziva never would, she loved him way too much, but he honestly wanted to know what she was doing up there.
He looked back down at his watch and then shifted his position so he could look back up the stairs, shaking his head, "Ziva?" He cautiously called, no too loud, but not too soft.
"Yes?" She questioned, after a couple of seconds of silence.
"Uh...you about ready up there? Everyone's waiting for us."
She took in a deep breath and nodded, "I am...ready, Gibbs."
He gave a small smirk, "It's 'Dad', Ziver. I'm your Dad today," He started saying as he heard her start down the stairs, "Remember...." He paused as his eyes caught her while she started down the stairs, getting closer to him. She looked absolutely gorgeous. The long train, but not too long, followed her down the steps, and it was made of a silky material with a criss-crossed back. It was simple, white of course, with a slight v-neck for the front, but she looked stunning. Her hair was done perfectly, yet it looked as if it was naturally that way all the time, almost wavy in a sense. The veil was pulled back, not over her face quite yet, and Gibbs felt a tear prick at his eyes. He managed to blink it back however as she paused in front of him. She took the roses that sat rather awkwardly in his hands before looking down at her dress and then back up at him.
"Do I look funny?" She finally questioned, breaking the silence and he shook his head, smiling.
"You look amazing, Ziva." He nodded, "I will be honest."
She laughed slightly, though Gibbs took in the slight nervousness that was there as well, "When have you ever not been honest?"
He gave a small smile and then carefully reached up and took her hand in his, leading her towards him. He was extremely careful, as if he was afraid that she was going to break if she so much as moved the wrong way, "Shall we?" He questioned, motioning towards the door with his hand.
She nodded, "We shall." They started towards it and then Gibbs stopped, his hand on the handle, stepping slightly in front of her.
"I just....want to say something first, Ziver."
She nodded, "Yes, Gibbs?"
"Tony's an..." He paused, "...extremely lucky man." She felt the heat rush to her cheeks as she gave a small smile, "You're beautiful, smart, and a hell of an agent, Ziva." Again, she felt the heat rush to her cheeks, "And even though I was against the two of you being together, over the past couple of months, I've realized something..." He took in another deep breath, "I can't think of a better pair." He saw the tears that were starting to form in her eyes and he sighed, holding his arms out, "Come 'ere." He quietly said, and she nearly fell into his embrace as she sobbed, tearless. She knew that Abby would kill her if her cheeks were flushed and her mascara was running down her face when she walked down the aisle. She pulled back from Gibbs and blinked the tears that were threatening to fall out of the way, rapidly.
He patted her shoulder and then took her arm, carefully, "Now let's go before DiNozzo sweats his way out of his suit."
She gave a small laugh, one one end of her mouth turning up as he opened up the door. He paused once again and then reached up and grabbed her veil, pulling it over her head. She smiled at him, "Thank you, Gibbs."
He just nodded and then stepped out, noticing Ziva's nervousness instantly. Everyone was sitting in the chairs and Tony was standing there at the end, near the priest and the rabbi, but he didn't have that stupid DiNozzo grin on his face.
They walked slowly and Abby was all but hopping up and down with excitement as she followed closely behind them. McGee stood behind Tony and was smiling like he had just won the lottery, his hands clasped together in front of him, standing up straight, ever the gentlemen.
Gibbs took the moment that they were walking to study Tony's face. When she had walked through that door, he swore that he was going to fall backwards and hit his head, he was so shocked. However, now, he had the happiest smile on that he had ever seen. He couldn't even describe just how happy his senior field agent looked. It was almost as if he was in awe, like he couldn't believe that she was actually there, actually alive, actually his.
They finally made it to Anthony DiNozzo and Gibbs let go of her, slightly, turning her towards him. He hesitated, and then kissed her cheek softly through the veil, whispering in her ear, "Calm down, Ziver." She felt the corners of her mouth tug up as he pulled back, locking eyes with Tony for a second or two before nodding and then letting him take her. Ziva handed her pale pink roses to Abby, who gladly took them and stepped away before Ziva let her fiance lead her on.
Tony had his arm out for her to take, like a gentlemen, and she carefully took it as they made it towards the 'front'. He spoke quietly to her, "You look gorgeous, Zi."
She whispered back, almost too softly, for she could barely hear herself, a 'thank you', "You look fairly handsome yourself." She said as they reached the priest and the rabbi before they turned to each other, Tony taking both of her hands in his.
The priest and the rabbi started to talk, "We are gathered here today in the face of this company, to join together Anthony DiNozzo and Ziva David in matrimony..." However, they droned on, their voices disappearing. Neither one of them really knew who was talking and what they were saying, because all either of them saw was each other.
Suddenly, nothing existed anymore.
However, as the two stared into each others eyes, Tony suddenly broke the stare as he heard the priest say the words he was nearly dreading.
And then, the time came.
The final moment.
Tony's dream reeled in his head. What if she said no? What would he do? "Anthony, do you take Ziva David for your lawful wedded wife, to live in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love, honor, comfort, and cherish her from this day forward, forsaking all others, keeping only unto her for as long as you both shall live?"
He almost gulped as he nodded, once, twice, "I do."
Ziva smiled at him. Just like my dream.
The priest then turned to Ziva, "Ziva, do you take Anthony for your lawful wedded husband, to live in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love, honor, comfort, and cherish him from this day forward, forsaking all others, keeping only unto him for as long as you both shall live?"
He felt his heart rate kick up at least ten times the rate it was already going at as he watched her open her mouth. He squeezed her hands in his and felt the sweat run down his back. He nearly closed his eyes in fear as he heard her say two words, "I do."
And he visually relaxed, causing Ziva to smile, but her eyes...they were somehow even more mesmerizing than they normally were, and he was nearly killing her. He got lost in those chocolate brown pools, it was almost as if he was drowning and couldn't get out until McGee started lightly poking him. He broke it almost harshly as he turned on him, "What?" He hissed.
"Uh..." McGee looked around nervously as he fumbled with the object in his hand, "This is...this is where you put the ring on her finger, Tony."
He paused and then smiled, taking the ring from him, "Thanks." He turned quickly back around and Ziva smiled at him. She honestly didn't think it was ever going to come off of her face.
He took in a deep breath and readied her left hand in his, her palm flat against his own as he stared her deep in the eyes, "I give this ring as my gift to you." He didn't let his eyes leave hers as he slipped it slowly onto her finger. Ziva couldn't help but look down at it, nearly gasping as she realized that it was beautiful, covered completely in diamonds, to match her engagement ring, "Wear it and think of me and know that I love you."
Abby broke the ceremony by helplessly squealing at nearly the top of her lungs. Ziva and Tony both turned and looked at her, and she quickly stopped as she backed away, 'zipping' her lips shut.
Ziva smiled back at Tony and then looked him deep in the eyes this time, taking his left hand in hers as she slowly slipped the ring onto his finger. Unlike him, she had to look down at his hand as she did it, but she spoke with passion, and Tony's heart beat wildly. Only this type of thing happened in a fantasy dream, "I give you this ring as a symbol of my love for you. Let it be a reminder that I am always by your side and that I will always be a faithful partner to you."
Abby managed to keep her squeals down this time, for Gibbs gave her his famous stare.
Tony looked down at his wedding ring, almost burning into his skin as he let his eyes linger back up to his fiancee...wife....almost wife's eyes. Ziva and Tony both listened, faintly, for they were caught into each others eyes once again.
"May this couple be prepared to continue to give, be able to forgive and experience more and more joy with each passing day, with each passing year. Anthony DiNozzo and Ziva David, are now beginning their married life together, we hope that they may have loving assistance from their family, the constant support of friends, and a long life with good health and everlasting love. In so much as Anthony DiNozzo and Ziva David have consented to live forever together in wedlock, and have witnessed the same before this company, having given and pledged their faithfulness, each to the other, and having declared the same by the giving and receiving of a ring, I now pronounce you husband and wife." He turned slightly to Tony, "You may kiss the bride."
He grinned, no, smiled, one of true passion and love as he flipped the veil over and paused before pressing his lips up against hers. Abby couldn't help it anymore; she started jumping up and down and cheering as everyone else stood up as well, clapping as Tony wrapped his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. Ziva moved her hands up around his neck, twirling the hair there before they broke apart, resting their forehead on each others, "I love you, Anthony DiNozzo." Ziva whispered as Tony stared into her eyes. Ziva had truly never seen such love in a look then the one she was seeing now. From him.
"I love you, Ziva DiNozzo."
Tony took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers together before kissing her one more time, slowly, extremely slowly, walking down the aisle where everyone else was standing up around them. Abby, of course, was clapping the loudest, tears streaming down her face in happiness as Tony walked ahead a little and then quickly turned and pecked her on the lips, causing Gibbs to roll his eyes. Just as Tony was about to kiss her again, after they had stopped walking completely, Abby ran up to them and placed one hand on Tony's arm and one hand on Ziva's, "Come on Mr. and Mrs. DiNozzo, let's go!" She exclaimed, grinning at them, "We've got an amazing party set up for you guys! Come on, come on!"
She started towards the house again, motioning for the others to come as well as Tony wrapped an arm around her waist, causing her to do the same to him. He grinned and leaned down, pressing his lips against the side of her head, "Finally," He said, nearly exasperated, "You're Mrs. Anthony DiNozzo."
"Mrs. Ziva DiNozzo." She corrected, smiling and he shook his head, kissing her cheek one more time.
"Whatever you say, sweetcheeks, you're still my wife."
"And you are my husband." She said back, still unable to wipe the smile off of her face, "And now we get to do what you love to do."
"Have sex with an amazingly sexy Israeli goddess?"
She laughed slightly, "Okay, maybe your second most favorite thing to do."
He kept the grin on his face and nodded, "Par-tay, Zee-vah." He followed Abby out, who was motioning for people to follow her as if she was trying to get a plane to land.
The party after the reception was being held in a building that Abby was rented out, a club house, to be exact, that had a nice big dance floor with a wall made almost entirely out of windows that overlooked the ocean. The club house was on a cliff that was near the beach house, so it gave a spectacular view of the entire stretch of the sand and water that made up the beach.
After about ten minutes, everyone was settled, Tony and Ziva at the middle of the large round table. A buffet table lined one entire end wall, with gourmet foods stacked nearly on top of each other, there were so many. When Tony had walked in, he had immediately started dragging Ziva towards it before Abby stopped in front of him and nearly shoved him into his seat at the large table.
In the other corner was the bar, and both Franks and Gibbs had started towards it as soon as they walked in and spotted it. Apparently the bartender had been given strict orders from Abby not to serve anything to anyone until she gave the okay.
This caused Franks to have a scowl on his face, especially after he tried to light a cigarette but almost immediately had it whacked out of his hand by Abby, once again.
Abby hurriedly moved to the 'front' of the table and smiled at all of them, "So I figured that I know that I am the one that's talking and doing everything else, but I think that Mrs. DiNozzo should be the one to speak."
Everyone turned to look and smile at her and she let her eyes grow wide as she looked around, at everyone before leaning forward and whispering across the table, at Abby, "What am I supposed to say?"
"Ummm..." Abby started, "Just thank everyone for being here!" She whispered back, though it came out as a stage whisper.
Ziva sighed and then leaned back in her seat, smiling and speaking in a normal tone of voice, "Thank you, everyone for-" She started, but Abby cut her off, making a 'up' motion with her hands.
"Stand up!" She hissed and Ziva did as she was told, straightening out her dress before speaking once again.
"Thank you, everyone, for coming out and being supportive of Tony and I in our step in becoming..."
"One." Tony finished and she looked down at him and nodded before moving her gaze back up to their friends, around the table.
"Husband and wife." She said, and then took a deep breath before letting a rather awkward silence set between them all.
"Great!" Abby exclaimed, standing up and Ziva furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"That is it?"
She nodded, "Yup. That's it."
She smiled and then sat down, almost in relief as she took her seat next to her fiance...no...husband. She let the smile grow larger at the thought.
"Now...toasts!" She squealed, and then snapped her fingers at the bartender, who quickly grabbed a bottle of champagne and placed empty champagne glasses on a tray before starting towards the table. He put the glasses down in front of McGee first, who sat next to Abby and poured him some of the champagne. Tony tilted his head and nearly gaped.
"Hey! That's my secret special champagne bottle that I kept under the sink!" He protested, pointing towards it, "That's special! Abby!"
She giggled, "I know."
Ziva placed a hand on his thigh, squeezing slightly, "I will give you another one, Tony." She said quietly, promising him.
Franks let out a snort as he reclined in his seat, "That's not all she'll give ya."
Tony just narrowed his eyes at him as the bartender set a glass in front of Franks, pouring him half a glass. He drowned it immediately and then held it up, "Hey!" He protested, "I need some more!"
The bartender sighed and poured him some more before heading onto Fornell and then Gibbs, pouring both of them a glass. Tony sat next to Gibbs, and the bartender made sure that he got a little more than everyone else. He then set down the glass in front of Ziva, paused, and then reached behind him, grabbing another bottle before pouring into her glass, "Hey!" Tony protested, "She's pregnant, buddy, you can't just be giving her-"
He paused as the bartender sighed, rolled his eyes, and then stopped pouring the liquid into her glass. Tony read the label and then relaxed, realizing that he was pouring her sparkling cider instead, "So that she does not feel as if she is getting anything different." Tony had to admit, it looked like champagne.
He nodded and the bartender finished pouring the cider into her glass before setting it back down behind him and grabbing the champagne bottle, moving onto Anna, who sat next to Ziva. Tony eyed the glass in front of his wife and then grabbed it, sniffing it before taking a small sip, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth before nodding, as if satisfied. He set it back down in front of her and smiled, "It's cider."
Ziva just rolled her eyes as the bartender finished serving the drinks. Abby stood up, holding her champagne glass in her hand, "Anyone want to start with a toast to our newly wedded couple?" Everyone looked at each other as Tony grinned before she sighed, "Okay, fine, I'll start." She cleared her throat and then began.
"So when Ziva first came to NCIS, it was a bad time. Like, really really bad. Kate had just died, and we all loved Kate." Sadness came on Ducky's, Gibbs', McGee's, and Tony's faces as they remembered her, "And, okay, I'll admit it." She shrugged her shoulders, "I hated you, Ziva." Ziva chuckled as everyone else did as well and Tony took her hand, which was resting on the table. She looked at him and smiled as he let his green eyes lock with hers, squeezing her hand, "But I eventually got used to you. I mean, no, I didn't get used to you, I began to realize that you were just as fun as Kate was, once we loosened you up a bit. Oh, and then I knew that you felt comfortable around me when you would visit me down in my lab late at night, just as I was about to walk out the door and complain over and over again about that stinky little girlfriend Tony used to have." Ziva felt the heat rush to her face as Abby giggled, "Yeah, you would like start off in English and then it would go from Jeanne to Tony's health and then it would go off into Hebrew and nobody knew what you were talk about!" Ziva looked down at the table and Tony looked at her, squeezing her hand.
"You really did that?" He muttered and Ziva just caught his eyes with her own.
Abby continued, "And that's when I found out that you truly loved him." She smiled, "And then there was a little tension between you when we found out that Jeanne was really an undercover assignment, but that eventually went away...and then once you two got super super close, and I mean...super close, you were sent away...apart from each other!" She frowned, "But now you're back!" She grinned, "And when you came back, you loved each other even more cause, you know what they say, the heart grows fonder by distance...or...something like that..." She paused, looking down at the table, trying to find the answer, "Never mind." She snapped her head back up, "And then other stuff happened, and you just kept trying to push each other away, and failing miserably at it, and then...then...I had the magnificent idea that we all go to the beach house!" She squealed, "And we all know how that ended up." Everyone let out an 'aww' and Ziva smiled at Tony, who smiled back, "And then..."
"Abs." Tony spoke up, "I think we get your point."
"Oh. Right. Well-" She lifted her glass up, "To the happily married couple!" They all lifted their glasses up as well and took a sip of it before setting them back down onto the table.
She sat down and then shoved McGee, who sighed and then stood up, "Tony and Ziva...." He took in a breath, looking at the two as he held up his glass, "Well they could definitely kill you, no doubt about it. They're definitely the most perfect killing machine." The table let a light chuckle come between them and he stared at the duo, "And...the perfect couple. Look, and I'm not just saying that because Tommy and Lisa were together in my own book, Deep Six-"
"You wrote that?" Anna suddenly chirped up and he looked around, nodding slowly, as if he was confused.
"Yeah, McAuthor over here's name is Timothy McGee," Tony butted in, "And if you rearrange the name 'Thom E. Gemcity'...you get McPenname over here." He gestured towards him and Tim smiled sheepishly.
"I love your books! Oh my gosh, that means that-" She pointed towards Gibbs, "You're LJ Tibbs!" She pointed towards Tony, "And you're Agent Tommy-" Pointed at Ziva, "Officer Lisa!" She moved to Tim who put a hand up just as she opened her mouth.
"Thanks, but...let's save that for later." He said, a little nervousness in his voice thanks to Tony's little stare. He cleared his throat and then spoke again, "Anyways, Tony and Ziva really are meant to be together, even though I have to put up with their stupid flirting across the bullpen, and the paper balls as well that sometimes 'accidentally' miss Ziva and hit me."
Tony laughed, "Whoops...whoops..." He put his hands up, almost in surrender.
"The point is, I had to go through years of unresolved tension between these two, and now that they're finally together and all that tension is finally gone...I'll finally be able to relax." He paused, "Maybe." He smiled, "To Mr. and Mrs. DiNozzo," He raised his glass towards the two as everyone else raised their glasses as well, "And soon to be DiNozzo Junior."
Ziva smiled as they all took another sip of their glass. Tim took his seat and Ziva smiled at him across the table as Ducky, from the other side of Anna and Nick, stood up, taking his champagne glass with him, "I don't have much to say." He admitted, "Just that they are both extremely headstrong people, a lovely lady and a heroic gentlemen. They had a relationship somewhat to a Romeo and Juliet kind of sense in a way, where they were almost 'forbidden' to love. But I knew from the very start that they would make what was forbidden...bidden." He chuckled slightly as he sighed, holding his glass further, towards them, "To Romeo and Juliet." He said, taking a sip and everyone did the same.
By this point, Franks was already done with his glass and he was begging for more. Well, that and a Corona. The table fell silent as Ducky took his seat, and Gibbs sighed. He knew he'd have to say something, he could nearly feel Tony's eyes boring into him. Slowly, he stood up, adjusting his tuxedo as he grabbed the champagne glass off of the table. He paused a moment before speaking, "Tony and Ziva..." He paused again, taking in another deep breath, "It wasn't what I planned on." He admitted, and another silence fell as Gibbs searched for what to say, "I should have known that they would shoot rule twelve to hell at some point, but I didn't expect it to..." He paused one more time, "...go this far." He pursed his lips together and swirled the liquid around in his champagne glass, "I hope that Tony knows that he's..." he looked down at him, "An extremely lucky man. Too bad it took him nearly four years to figure out what was in front of him the whole damn time." Gibbs smirked slightly, "Now I just have to get used to calling him 'Tony', 'cause 'DiNozzo' means two people now. Though Ziva's smart enough to know that when I'm yelling 'DiNozzo', I'm not yellin' at her." The table chuckled as Gibbs raised his glass, "To Tony and Ziva."
Ziva smiled and took a small sip as Tony nearly finished his glass before setting it back down onto the table.
"Okay, anymore?" Abby questioned, looking eagerly at them all. Everyone just stared as she smiled, "Great! Well then, I think it's time for...cake!" She grinned, jumping up from the table.
The cake was gorgeous, three layers with, of course, a bride and groom on the top. It wasn't extremely large, but Ziva didn't expect it to be. This was, in fact, a small gathering for a wedding.
Abby had her camera out and Aunt Nettie, who balanced herself against the wall and her crutches, also had a camera. Gibbs stood in the back as everyone crowded around the table in the corner of the room.
Ziva smiled wickedly as Abby handed her the knife. Tony chuckled nervously and then put his hands on top of hers, "What are you doing?" She questioned.
"We both cut the cake, Ziva. Come on, this is like...Elementary."
She rolled her eyes, "But I am an assassin, I am good with knives."
"Yeah, I know you are." He muttered, moving her slowly towards the cake, "But this is supposed to be shared Ziva...we're supposed to both cut the cake. Haven't you ever been to a wedding?"
"Yes." She nodded.
"When?"
"Right now. Now can we just cut the cake?"
Tony sighed as they were blinded by photo flashes while the knife cut through the sponge and icing substance. He paused before taking a small piece with his hands and nearly shoving it into her face. She gaped as she turned towards him, slowly, "You do realize that I am holding a knife, yes?" She demanded as she finished swallowing the cake in her mouth.
Tony let out a deep sigh, "We're supposed to feed each other cake, Ziva....that's the point." He flicked the end of her nose, the white icing sticking to the end as he grinned.
"Why?" She demanded, furrowing her eyebrows together, "We have perfectly good hands to eat it ourselves."
"Ziva!" Everyone else sighed, exasperated and she looked down at the cake and then back up at him before cutting a perfect piece and almost awkwardly moved it up to his mouth. She felt his warm lips wrap around the cake and touch her fingers before pulling back and swallowing the cake fully. Ziva narrowed her eyes at him as she ran her tongue around the outside of her mouth, to get the icing that had ended up there from Tony's careless feeding.
"At least I did not shove the cake in your face."
He grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist before slowly leaning down and kissing the end of her nose, the icing disappearing into his mouth as he pulled back. She hurriedly wiped at her nose, for she hated the feeling of stickiness on it, "Here." He said, turning around and cutting another piece of the cake, "Let me feed you another one."
"You are just going to shove it into my face!"
"No I'm not."
She sighed, "Fine. I believe you."
"You didn't threaten me! Good girl!" She rolled her eyes as he carefully fed her another piece of cake, wiping away part of the cake that got onto her chin.
Music started playing and Abby smiled at them, "Dancing now!" she nearly cried, "Your first dance as a married couple!"
She shoved them towards the dance floor and the DJ grabbed the microphone, "Clear the dance floor, cause this dance is for Mr. and Mrs. DiNozzo." He smiled and everyone clapped as Tony grabbed her hand and led her towards the center of the dance floor, where everyone had made a circle around them.
Suddenly, Tony felt a little nervous as he placed one hand on the small of her back and the other taking her hand, out to the side. If he screwed up...everyone would see. Ziva grabbed his hand and then put her other hand on his forearm, rubbing lightly, "Relax." She whispered as the music started and they started around the circle, in a simple waltz. But somehow, it wasn't just a simple waltz to them, in fact, it was barely a waltz at all. They didn't even think as they moved with the music and stared deep in each others eyes, barely any space between them.
Slowly, everyone else started coming in. McGee and Abby started and so did Anna and Nick. Franks suggested dancing with Aunt Nettie, who threw her crutches away and hobbled slightly towards him. Standing on one of his feet, they danced.
Feeling slightly awkward, Ducky, Gibbs, and Fornell all stood off to the side as Palmer offered the waitress by the door if she wanted to dance. She blushed and took his hand, both of them moving towards the dance floor.
Gibbs watched Tony and Ziva and Fornell went back over to get a drink, Ducky joining him. Gibbs leaned up against one of the columns in the room before he heard a rather odd noise. It sounded like...well...laughing and footsteps. Heavy ones at that, and more than one...several someones to be exact.
Furrowing his eyebrows together, the doors suddenly burst open and several dozen people stood on the other side, dressed in jeans and t-shirts, a couple of women dressed in skimpy clothes behind them as well.
Everyone stopped dancing and Tony looked at them in near shock, glancing down at Ziva before looking back up at them in shock. He didn't even have time to respond before they all grinned, the man in front standing towards them, holding his hands up, the words 'Ohio State University' written on his red t-shirt, "There's Big D!"
Ziva, since she was facing the door at that moment, looked up at Tony and smiled as he turned his head, "Looks like you have company." She said softly. Tony turned back to her and pulled her close again.
"They can wait." He replied and Ziva chuckled slightly.
"Tony, go. You have not seen them in a while yes? And our song is over."
He grinned, "Come on, I'll introduce you." He placed a kiss on her lips as he grabbed her hand, walking over to the large group of people.
"I don't believe it! The sex machine is actually married!" Tony laughed and gave him a man hug before stepping back and giving each of the other 11 men a 'man shake', as Tony called them. When he finished, he walked back over to Ziva, who was standing rather awkwardly waiting on her husband to finish greeting them all.
"Guys...this is Mrs. Ziva DiNozzo." A few of them whistled and made some other noises and Tony continued, "Ziva, that is Jessie," He pointed to them as he named off each name, "Aaron, Kenny, Shane, Trey, Chris, Brad, Dustin, Russ, Jason, Justin, and Brian. These are the 12 idiots I hung out with."
"Ha! Idiots, you were the worse one!" Brian announced.
"Hey hey, no war stories in front of my wife." He said and they all laughed. Tony wrapped his arm around Ziva's waist and the speakers squeaked as the DJ's voice came over them.
"Alright, alright, I've been told to let everyone know that the food is now served at the buffet table. Tony and Ziva, you're first!" He said.
"Ah dude, why do you get to go first?" Brad yelled and Tony laughed, punching him in the arm.
"That happens when you get married, bro." He squeezed Ziva lightly on the side and they walked to the buffet together, placing food on their plates while everyone else waited, "Hey Zi..." Tony said, picking up something that was chocolate, "You want me to tell them to leave? I will, I know how they are and..."
Ziva smiled and turned to him, stuffing a grape in his mouth, "It is fine, my love. You have not seen them in a long time. This is our day." He smiled and leaned down, giving a kiss, earning several 'awws' from the people that were watching them. "And with them here, we will not have any left overs, yes?" He laughed.
"Probably not, Zi. They can eat." They finally finished fixing their plates and headed back to the center table.
The wedding party was next to go to the buffet, and after them, the 12 OSU boys and about 6 girls still stood at the door, as if they were afraid to move. "Oh my god, Zi. You gotta try this." Tony said, his mouth stuffed with food as he talked. Ziva laughed and opened her mouth as he put his fork in it. She chewed it slowly and nodded in approval.
"Yes, it is very good." He grinned and gave her another kiss. He took another huge bite and Ziva looked at the door again, and they were just standing there, talking quietly amongst themselves. "Tony..."
"Yeah babe?" He said, his voice mumbled once again.
"Are your friends going to eat?" Tony looked around the room and laughed, as some people still didn't have a plate.
He swallowed, "Oh no, they know better. They wait until everyone else gets a plate. It's a rule."
Ziva furrowed her eyebrows together, "What? Why?"
"Because if they don't, nobody else will get any." Ziva chuckled and took a sip of her cider.
She then put her left hand on the side of his face, "Whatever you say, my love." He grinned and kissed her. They both jumped slightly when the photographer came over to the table with a camera that was just about bigger than the table.
"Wait! Do that again!" He yelled, and Ziva laughed, putting her left hand on his face again, pressing her lips against his. "Perfect." He said and the both smiled as he walked away. Ziva watched as the six women that came in with the boys walked to the buffet, taking their time as well, finding a table that was empty. Tony looked around the room and made sure that everyone was eating. He smiled and then looked down at Ziva.
"You want anymore, sweetcheeks?" She chuckled and shook her head. Tony laughed and then whistled loudly, earning everyone in the building's attention. He motioned with his head toward the buffet and the 12 boys started chanting as they made into a slight jog to get to the table.
"Food! Food! Food! Food! Food!" They chanted as food piled onto their plates.
About two hours later...everyone was on the dance floor, the music blasting as they danced. Tony held his wife's body close to his, his hands subconsciously moving up and down her small body. They were in their own world, until somebody tapping on Tony's shoulder broke his concentration. "Hey D, quit hoggin' her all to yourself." Jason said and Tony chuckled sarcastically.
"She's my wife."
"Oh yeah. Well, it's my turn. Come here, beautiful." Ziva chuckled and felt a small rush of blood to her cheeks as Jason took her hand and walked away from Tony.
Tony watched and figured that Jason wasn't the only one that wanted to dance with her. He chuckled again and joined the other 11 OSU boys, and Franks, who were all at the bar, of course. They all started to laugh like little girls when Tony joined them. "What?"
"I'll say it. You actually got married."
Tony rolled his eyes and grinned, "Yep."
"Big D. The Sex Machine." Kenny raised and dropped one shoulder, "I didn't think it would be possible."
"I fell in love, dude." Tony said. Kenny laughed.
"Love? You never fall in love! You were with a different woman every single night!"
Tony looked dead in his eyes, "That was then."
"Nah, nah, Kenny. You're forgetting about Christina." Aaron said and they all laughed loudly.
"Ohh yeah, Long Legs! Hey what ever happened to her?"
"Don't know." Tony lied.
"Duude she was fine." Justin cued in.
"Hey now, he didn't marry no damn ugly woman. Ziva is fine." Jessie added.
"She's absolutely gorgeous." Tony said, watching Jason closely as they danced. He was shocked that Jason was actually dancing appropriately with her.
"Right. Whatever. We need to get you out of this lovey-dovey state of mind. Here." Tony looked down at the shot glass full of tequila and pushed it away.
"No thanks."
"What the hell is up with you DiNozzo? The only thing I've seen you drink all night is that damn...wine."
Tony laughed and punched him in the arm again, "Get over it."
"Our Big D is a married man now, fellas. He'll be drinking wine for the rest of his days."
Tony laughed, "There is more to life than getting drunk and laid."
"Daamn, you really have changed!" They all laughed, including Tony, except his laugh was sarcastic.
Tony turned his attention to the dance floor again and rolled his eyes. Honestly, they were getting on his nerves. The song ended and Jason walked over to where they were, Ziva not far behind them. Tony turned to the bartender, "Two water's please." He said and he nodded, handing the Federal Agent two bottles of ice cold water. "Thanks." He smiled when Ziva walked up to him, gladly taking one of the bottles. She leaned up and pressed a kiss on his cheek.
"Toda." She said and the 12 guys and 6 girls all turned their head at once, staring at Ziva. She brought the water down from her mouth slowly and looked at them all.
"What did she just say?"
Ziva laughed, "Toda means thank you . It is Hebrew."
"Your sexy points just soared through the window Mrs. DiNozzo." She chuckled slightly. Tony smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close.
"D, man, you can't give your wife water on your wedding day! She's got to have some alcohol! This is a party!"
Tony laughed, "No, she doesn't."
"What the hell, Ziva, tell him you want some tequila."
Ziva shook her head, "I would not care for any, thank you." Her smile was now gone as they just laughed and continued.
"Alright guys, cool it. She doesn't want any." Tony warned.
"What? Those Israeli people don't drink over there?" Ziva only let her stare linger on the man for several seconds. She briefly thought about killing him with that shot glass he held in his hand, but just shook her head and walked away, Tony's hand falling from her waist. Tony's face was red with anger as he walked over to Chris; his fist automatically formed into a ball.
"What in the hell is wrong with you? You're damn lucky that we're in public. Otherwise, I would beat your ass right now. Get out."
"Tony, dude, chill. I was just..."
"I don't give a damn what you were doing. Leave." Chris only stared at Tony, who was only inches from his face, for several more seconds before walking from him, two of the girls followed.
"Tony, man, you need to lighten up." Kenny said.
Tony gritted his teeth together, he had enough, "All of you, get out. None of you have changed. It's like your 22-year-old frat boys all over again." Kenny only laughed and turned to the rest of the group.
"Come on, lets go." He walked past Tony and to Ziva, leaning down and placing a kiss on her cheek, handing her the half-empty shot glass in the process. "Drink this. You need it to deal with him." Tony practically ran over to Ziva and snatched the shot glass out of her hand, throwing it at Kenny as the door closed behind him, the glass breaking into a million pieces as it fell to the ground. Tony sighed and took two breaths before turning to Ziva and grabbing her hand, while the others only watched in shock.
Tony noticed this and turned to them, "I'm sorry, everyone. Please, continue." They all watched as Tony led Ziva into one of the bathrooms. He closed the door and locked it, immediately grabbing her face with both hands, placing a passionate kiss on her lips. He broke it and leaned his forehead on hers, "Zi, I am so sorry."
She put her hands on his chest and smiled up at him, "Tony, it is not your fault."
"They were way out of line."
"I agree." She said, leaning up to place another kiss on his lips, letting them linger there for a few seconds. "But it is not your fault." She repeated and he smiled, kissing her again before wrapping his strong arms around her, holding her tightly.
"I love you, Ziva."
"I love you too." She replied and he let go of her, staring into her deep brown eyes.
"I guess we better get back out there." Ziva smiled and nodded, he kissed her again before taking her hand, and walking out of the bathroom. They were joined by Gibbs.
"You okay?" He asked softly and Ziva smiled and nodded, the three of them walking back to the dance floor, Gibbs stopping at the edge, standing with Fornell.
"It was kind of nice." Tobias said, and Gibbs turned to him, a slight smile on his face.
"What was that, Tobias?"
"You heard me Jethro."
"I knew it, Fornell. You've got a soft spot."
"Yeah whatever." Gibbs laughed again as the DJ's voice came over the speakers.
"Alright, now. The night is still young so we need everyone on the dance floor, lets get out here." A couple of more hours past, and McGee, Gibbs, Nick and Ducky all danced with Ziva; while Abby, Anna, Aunt Nettie danced with Tony. The music stopped again, and the DJ came over the speakers again. "We're going to wind it down here, so this will be our final song for our newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Antony and Ziva DiNozzo. Congratulations to the both of you." Tony wrapped his arm around Ziva's waist as the rest of the group clapped. The song came through the speakers, and Tony smiled as he wrapped his hands around his wife's waist.
McGee looked over at Abby and smiled, holding out his hand for her to take. She smiled and they walked to the dance floor, followed by Nick and Anna. "They are so adorable, aren't they, Tim?"
"Yes, Abs. They are adorable." McGee replied and Abby hit him lightly on the chest. "What was that for?"
"For mocking me!"
"I'm sorry. You've just asked me 1000 or more times if they're adorable."
"I love adorable couples!" Abby replied. Tim laughed.
"I know you do, Abs."
"We used to be adorable, Timmy." McGee sighed and tired to hide the rush of blood that came to his cheeks. He subconsciously pulled her closer as the moved slowly to the music.
"Yeah, we were." He swallowed the lump in his throat as Abby put her hands on his chest, slowly running her fingers over his chest. "Abby, I don't think this is a good idea." McGee mumbled.
She smiled, "It probably isn't." He returned the smile and leaned down, quickly pressing his lips to hers.
Nick watched them, smiled, and turned to Anna, "Hey, look at that." He whispered. Anna turned and smiled, "You were right."
"I usually am about these things."
"I knew it was going to happen." Tony said.
"What?" Ziva asked, a smile plastered on her face.
"McRomeo just kissed Abby."
Ziva giggled, "How sweet."
Tony grinned, locking his hands behind her, and she rested her head on his chest. He smiled and kissed her forehead, "This was a perfect day."
Ziva yawned, "Yes it was." She agreed.
"You tired, sweetheart?"
"No, I am fine." She said. They were now barely moving. Tony watched as his boss man walked past McGee and Abby, slapping McGee on the back of the head.
"Did you hear that, Zi?" He looked down at her, and her eyes were shut tight, her breathing soft. A few seconds later, she quickly snapped her head up, looking him in the eyes.
"Hm?" She asked and Tony chuckled. Tony picked her up, bridal style, and kissed her on the lips.
"Lets go back to the house."
"Tony," Ziva groaned, "I really can walk on my own two legs. They are far from being broken." She protested as he carried her up the stairs to the house. He hadn't stopped walking and he hadn't let go of her the entire way back. She had dozed off a little, but then quickly woke up when Tony pulled her closer to him. He hadn't even complained about her weight. He really must have been working out, "Tony?" She questioned and he squeezed her.
"Hmm?"
"Um..." She paused, a little embarrassed, "How much do you bench press?"
He chuckled, "How much do you weigh?"
She furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion, "What? What does that have to do with how much you bench press?"
"You weigh around a hundred." He nodded, "Add twenty pounds and that's how much I bench press."
She let her mouth slack open a little, "How do you know how much I weigh?" She scoffed, "You have really been with that many women that you can determine how much I weigh?"
He smirked, "No, actually, when you were in the bathroom, I took a little peek in and..."
She let her mouth drop all the way open as she smacked him, "Tony!"
"What?" he demanded, "I wanted to know how much I lift. I wasn't going to lift anymore than I knew I was going to lift."
She rolled her eyes, "And you were positive you were going to lift me?"
"What am I doing now?"
The rest of the way to the beach house was quiet, Tony opening the door up and then kicking it shut with his foot, "Are you seriously tired?" He questioned, sighing, and she nodded.
"Yes, Tony, I am."
"But Ziva!" he whined, "I wanted to..." he ran his hand up and down the bare skin on her back, "Have some fun for our first night as a married couple."
She sighed, "Oh Tony, I..."
"No, no, it's okay. You can go and sleep. But when you feel up to it..." He stopped walking up the stairs and stared her straight in the eyes, "Don't hesitate to ask. Or tell me. With your body, preferably."
"I will not." She assured, "And I think that it will be soon, considering that it is said that pregnant women get horny more easily."
Tony groaned as he entered their bedroom, "My pants are already tight, Ziva, you mind shutting up about sex?"
"I thought that that was what you wanted to talk about!" She protested and he groaned as he laid her down on the bed, placing one knee on each side of her, one of his hands resting behind his head and the other on the bed next to her head.
He grinned, "You know me well."
"I know you better than you know yourself."
"Well then you'd know what I want right now..." He murmured, getting closer to her.
She let out a small laugh, out of the back of her throat as he pressed his lips against hers, pulling on them as she moaned into his mouth, "Tony....Tony..." She breathed in between kisses, "Please..." She pushed against his chest, "I am extremely tired."
He sighed and then pulled back, pecking on the lips one more time before crawling off of her and stripping down, hanging his tuxedo up into the bag and then putting it back in the closet, "Tony?" She questioned as he pulled off his undershirt, leaving only his boxers on and he looked up at her.
"Yeah?"
"Would you be kind and get me my pajamas?"
He nodded, "Sure."
She smiled as he pulled out one of his over-sized t-shirts and handed it to her, "Thank you." She said, changing from her wedding dress. Tony watched her as she did so.
"Now I know why you didn't want me to see it before the wedding." He commented, "It's gorgeous, and it definitely would have ruined the surprise." He pouted, "I only wish that I could have been the one to remove it from your body."
She sighed and looked at him over her shoulder, "You could have asked me before I changed."
"I meant while you were taking off my clothes."
She grinned wickedly, "We still could have done that."
He groaned as he crawled into bed, "Never mind."
Ziva slipped the t-shirt over her head and then went to crawl in bed next to him when the door opened to reveal Aunt Nettie, hobbling in on her crutches, "Oh there you two are!" She smiled, "I was going to go to a different room and sleep, considering that...well..I thought that you might want some alone time to have...I mean...be together as a married couple."
"Well we were just going to sleep." Ziva commented and she smiled.
"Great!" And with that, Aunt Nettie, who was already changed into her pajamas, laid down in the air mattress on the ground, "Goodnight, Mr. and Mrs. DiNozzo." She smiled and Ziva crawled into bed next to Tony, cuddling up to him, burying her face into his chest, "And..." She sighed, "Congratulations."
"Thanks." Tony grinned, pulling Ziva closer to him, burying his face into the top of her head. He barely had a chance to tell her goodnight before she fell asleep, nearly instantly. Tony sighed as he reached over and flicked off the light, holding her closer to him. Eventually, he fell asleep as well, Ziva's light snoring almost soothing.
At around one in the morning, Ziva fluttered her eyes open and came face to face with her husband. She smiled, for she was unsurprised. Their faces were merely inches apart, and she stared at him, just stared. He definitely looked more serene, and free of stress and everything else. The sides of her mouth continued to tug upwards as her eyes roamed over his face, taking in everything that she already knew. Carefully, she lifted a finger up and pushed a strand of hair out of his face, sweeping it backwards as she ran her fingers through part of his hair. She traced his jawline with one fingertip but then instantly stopped when he stirred. She froze, almost in fear, for she hadn't meant to wake him up. He blinked a couple of times before opening his eyes up fully, coming face to face with her.
"Hey..." He mumbled, slightly tired as she immediately dropped her hand, "Something wrong?"
She shook her head, "No." He tightened his grip around her as his eyelids drooped once again.
"Then why are you up?"
She stared at him for a second more as he stared back, and then, they launched themselves at each other, tangling every body part imaginable with the others, their lips interlocking in a fiery, passionate kiss. Ziva ended up on top, only because Tony knew that was what she wanted when he ran a hand up her shirt and over her stomach. And then, he froze. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back, "We can't." He said, with wide eyes, whispering.
She furrowed her eyebrows together, "Tony, you cannot seriously start feeling me up and then stop." She groaned.
"You're pregnant!" He exclaimed in what came out like an excited whisper, "It could hurt the baby!"
She chuckled, "It will not."
"Yes it will! How do you know?"
She rolled her eyes, "Fine, just go and ask Ducky."
He stared at her for a couple more seconds before nodding and then rolling out from under her, the t-shirt she wore to bed riding up to halfway up her stomach under the sheets, "I will." And with that, he quietly stepped over the sleeping Aunt Nettie, hoping not to wake her up, and then slipped out of the bedroom.
Quietly, he started down the stairs, on his tip-toes, crossing the floor to the couch where Ducky was sleeping. Taking in a breath, he shook his shoulder, lightly, "Hey, Ducky." He softly said, but Ducky just grunted, "Ducky." He whispered and the Scottish man stirred and blinked his eyes open through the dark, fumbling around for his glasses on the table before finally catching them and putting them on, adjusting to the light, or lack there of.
"Tony?" He questioned, sitting up, "What are you doing up at this time of night?"
"Look, I gotta ask you a question." He whispered, glancing over at the sleeping Palmer on the other couch before looking back at Ducky, "That's really important."
"About Ziva?"
He nodded, "And me."
"What seems to be the problem?" He questioned and Tony sighed, sitting down at the edge of the couch.
"Okay so...this guy, that I know, he got married recently. Like...today. And he and his newly wedded wife-" Ducky let a smile tug at his lips, "They wanna...have a little fun on their first night as a couple. But...well..." He sighed, "She's kinda already pregnant. And the husband's freaking out, cause he's afraid that if they do what they want to do, it will hurt the unborn child." He finished.
Ducky let a small chuckle pass his lips, "It will not hurt the baby, what you and Ziva...I mean, your friend and his wife....want to do."
"Really?" Tony questioned, his face lighting up, and Ducky nodded.
"Yes, dear boy, now can I go back to sleep?"
Tony nodded, eagerly, "Yeah, yeah, sorry for keeping you from your dreams, doctor! Thanks!" he nearly shouted as he ran up the stairs. From across the living room, Palmer stirred and sat up, reaching for his glasses as he put them on.
"What? Huh? What just happened? Did I miss something?"
Ducky just shook his head as he put his glasses back on the table and laid back down, "Just go back to sleep, Mr. Palmer."
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Tony couldn't get up the stairs fast enough.
Once in the room, he practically flew over Aunt Nettie's air mattress, and landed on all fours, hovering over Ziva. "Mmm, guess what he said?" He murmured.
Ziva chuckled and returned his kiss, "I told you." Ziva ran her hands through his hair as he began to trail kisses down her neck. "Wait, stop." She breathed, just as he was about to rid of the only piece of clothing that was on her body, the t-shirt.
"Do I really have to?" He groaned. "I gotta tell you Zi, I don't know how much longer I can wait."
Ziva smiled up at him as his hands sat on her bare hips, "Aunt Nettie is still in the room, Tony."
He sighed and peeked over the edge of the bed, watching as she peacefully slept. "Oh, yeah. Right. Tell her to leave." He said.
Ziva hit him lightly in the chest, "You tell her to leave."
"She's your aunt!"
Ziva gaped, "She's your aunt too!" Tony was about to protest again when a third voice could be heard.
"Neither of you have to tell me to leave, my dears. I will leave voluntarily and let you two have your night."
"Thank you, Aunt Nettie." Tony said, a grin plastered on his face. Aunt Nettie laughed and continued her path to the door.
"Sure, sure, no problem. Ziva my dear, can you please try and keep your...noises down? I would like to get a little sleep tonight. I have a plane to catch tomorrow evening." The door closed behind her and Tony looked back down at his bride, a small chuckle coming from his lips.
Ziva glared up at him, "What do you think is funny?"
"The thought of you being quite during 'a night of Anthony'."
"There will be no 'night of Anthony' for many nights if you do not stop laughing." Tony immediately stopped his chuckling and she smiled.
She still had that effect on him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck again as he slid his hands up the sides of her body pulling his shirt over her head, tossing it somewhere in the room. Ziva let out a soft moan as his mouth traveled down her body. She buried her head further back into the pillow, her hands were now holding onto the sheets, as if she was about to fall off the bed.
The man knew how to work magic.
"Tony..." She warned and he looked into her eyes, a small smile on his face. With Ziva's help, they were now both stark naked, and Tony positioned himself when the door flew open.
"Oh dear." Aunt Nettie said, for she never expected to see her Nephew-In-Law's bare butt. Ziva let out a sigh, her body ached for more, but Tony held back as he threw a blanket over the both of them, his body now resting on hers completely. "I am terribly sorry, but you see, I have to get my foot cream. My doctor recommended it and said that if I did not put it on everyday I may develop a serious case of..."
"That is quite alright, Aunt Nettie. We were just..." Ziva started.
"I saw what you were just doing. Continue." As soon as the door closed again, Tony ran over to it and locked it.
He was not about to get interrupted again.
"Where were we?" Tony asked, placing another kiss on her lips.
Ziva groaned, "Now, Tony."
"Feisty, Mrs. DiNozzo?"
"If you do not get in there I will show you feisty."
Tony chuckled, but then became serious as he put his large hand behind her head, entering her slowly. The both moaned, and Tony quickened his pace as Ziva's nails dug into his back. Soon after, they both collapsed, and a thin layer of sweat covered their bodies. After a few minuets of silence, Tony crawled on top of her again, placing a passionate kiss on her lips.
"Take two?"