Of course I don't own any of the original characters, stories, concepts etc. of NCIS or otherwise, they belong to their respective owners. However, any characters and/or storylines that I created for this story are mine.
Note: OK, it's time for me to admit something: There wont be any of the scenes everybody probably anticipated to follow after the last chapter. I just can't do it! It will either read totally boring, or it will be so hot and (p...)graphic that I wouldn't dare post it with an 'M' rating.
So, for anybody disappointed, I recommend reading 'M E Wofford''s excellent 'Battle of the Sexes' instead, or even better: also.
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Making Up for Lost Time
Chapter 2: A Naked, Panting Madman
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I woke up with a start, fearing that last night had only been a dream.
My first night with Ziva.
The best night of my live!
Unfortunately, that night also seemed to be destined to precede the now coming time, which I expected to turn out to be the worst time of my live. Actually, I was sure of it!
My hands searched the bed next to me, only to find it still warm, but empty. I heard a noise, coming from the living room, and jumped out of bed. I didn't bother wasting any time with putting on clothes or taking care of anything else that, right now, seemed unimportant. Damn it, I hardly even bothered with opening the doors I had to run through on my way to the living room!
When I burst into the living room, a naked, panting madman with his hair in disarray, Ziva was talking Hebrew to someone on the telephone, not even flinching at the weird figure that just disrupted her conversation. Instead she smiled at me, quickly finished the call and then turned to me.
"Are you ready for a live changing experience?"
"I think we already did that last night," I chuckled.
"Well, that only was the beginning," she snickered back, then she suddenly turned serious. "But, Tony, I was actually talking about something else. Although, I think before we talk about this you should take a quick shower while I make some coffee for us, so we can talk about it. This will be important and you should really be awake for this."
I must have given her a really bewildered look, because she continued.
"Don't look at me like that, I am almost certain you will think that my suggestion is a good one!" Then she basically shoved me into the bathroom in order to get ready for our talk.
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When I reemerged from the bedroom, freshly showered and, this time, fully clothed, she was back on the phone, obviously bringing an argument to a solution that was to her liking.
After she hung up she crossed the room to come to me. Upon reaching me, she basically sunk into my arms, displaying a weakness I had never seen her admit before. I was shocked! But then she looked up, stood on her toes and lifted herself just a little bit, so her lips could find mine. My knees got weak when I realized that what I had just experienced hadn't been a weak Ziva, but a trusting one.
I wondered if anybody else ever had seen that Ziva before me.
After a little while Ziva left my embrace and started pulling we towards the kitchen.
It obviously was time to talk.
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