From the moment their lips had connected, Tony's heart had fluttered into a hurry, pumping his blood at what felt like a hundred miles an hour. Nearly six years' worth of bottled up emotions just simply poured out in that one kiss; he no longer wanted to keep what he felt cooped up inside. It'd been hard enough for five years, keeping it any longer would be near impossible. By now his free hand had found its way to res ton the small of her back, but regretfully, the need for oxygen had become far too much and the Italian slowly broke the kiss, his lips separating from her own. Their foreheads leaned together, eyes completely lost as the two partners took the brief moment to regain their breath. "I..I'm…" Tony stuttered, lost for words and wondering why he even needed to say anything. He wasn't sorry, the glint in his emerald eyes said exactly how he felt about what had just happened, ecstatic.
The Israeli raised her index finger, pressing it softly against Tony's lips in an attempt to silence him, "Don't say anything," Her usual chocolate brown eyes had seemed to have darkened, but her smooth voice remained ever the same. Instead of saying anything further, she leaned up once more, reconnecting their lips as her fingers tangled into Tony's soft, brown hair. This time, she allowed a little more passion and need to pass between them, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. A small shiver ran down her spine as she felt Tony's fingers invade the skin beneath her damp shirt, her body instantly reacting to this new contact.
It felt like time had just stood still, allowing the two partners their moment, their evening. Tony couldn't give a damn about any protocol or rules laid down by the agency they worked for; who were they to dictate who he could have feelings for? It seemed as if nothing else around them existed and everything was just completely focused on them. Their lips pressed softly against one another's, bodies slowly becoming closer until there was not an inch between them. The Italian's hands rested comfortably on Ziva's waist, the fabric of her shirt lightly covering the top of his fingers as he delicately traced small patterns on the soft, olive skin below. Playfully nipping at her lower lip, Tony parted his lips from hers as he started placing a gentle trail of feather light kisses along her jaw, continuing down her neck. Her skin tasted almost salty, something he clearly remembered from their undercover mission, a taste he would never forget. His teeth lightly grazed over her skin, his body now pressing up against hers as the Israeli leant back against one of the counters.
Without thinking, Ziva's nimble fingers toyed with the hem of Tony's shirt, entwining the fabric between her digits. Swiftly, she pulled the white shirt over Tony's head, discarding it beside her before immediately returning her lips to his own. The fiery passion which had evolved between them was hot enough to spark fires in every direction, their body heat becoming near unbearable as the two pressed against each other. It felt as if her stomach was doing summersaults, something which seemed totally alien to the Israeli; no other man had made her feel this way. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt the sudden cold hit her bare torso due to the removal of her own shirt. He was a like a drug to her by now, something she couldn't shake off, not that she was complaining. She needed him, not just wanted.
Before the two were even aware of their actions, trails of discarded clothes scattered across Tony's apartment, leading them both into his bedroom. The Israeli lay casually over Tony's bed, her semi-naked body moulding perfectly into the mattress, her dark eyes gazing up at Tony as he hovered above her, his soft lips exploring her stomach, skilled fingers roaming freely along her inner thigh. She squirmed slightly beneath him, his incessant teasing sending her senses and emotions into over drive. He knew just how to get to her, and that's exactly what he was doing. Every contact, no matter how brief, sent new sensations flowing through her system. Her fingers traced softly over his muscular chest, tracing every inch possible, hopefully trying to distract herself from the urge to just throw all foreplay out the window.
Tony's lips latched on to the side of her neck, lightly pulling skin between his teeth in an attempt to distract his mind from the scorching fire in his lower half. All thoughts of work had been completely forgotten, nor did he ever want to bring them back. Shifting slightly, his hips bumped against hers, the added pressure sending his pulse into a frenzy, a primal groan slipping past his lips. Swiftly, his hand crept stealthily up her inner thigh, dipping his two fingers past the cloth of her panties, a grin easily pulling his lips as they bathed in her wetness, pulling them off.
The Israeli inhaled sharply, the unexpected contact causing her to wriggle beneath him, as if begging for more, "Tony.." she whined, her voice more accented with her Middle Eastern heritage, "...You don't half take your time," Impatience flowed in her voice, but with a hint of a compliment. The pressure he'd built up had made them both careless, shown by her hands fumbling to reach the elastic of his boxers before dragging them down, allowing him to kick them off.
A small chuckle passed Tony's lips, whispering, "Only for you," His words acted as a little distraction before he thrust himself into her core and grunted huskily. No matter how sexually experienced Tony was, nothing compared to this. There was so much feeling and emotion was behind it. Tenderly, their lips connected mutually, with neither taking any dominance over the other. Tony's fingers lightly lost themselves in her hair, his hand sliding down to rest on the back of her neck as their bodies pressed up together. It was that magical feeling he adored so much. Every touch he memorised as if it was suddenly going to disappear, locking every detail away in his memory. He playfully nipped at her lower lip, his movements within her altering in speed in order to tease her. The fire in his stomach burned like never before, the sensations sending his blood pounding in his ears, his skin feeling like it was on fire. Even the air around them rose in temperature, the aroma of their hot sex lingering around them.
The Israeli's ankles locked together, her stomach muscles tightening voluntarily. Nothing had ever felt so good. Her lips pressed harder against his own as she raised her hips off of the bed slightly, forcing him deeper within her. A satisfied moan easily slipped past her lips, incoherent words falling out in a number of varying languages. "God, Tony…" she whispered, her voice much huskier than usual, her accent becoming far more noticeable. Every cell in her was screaming out for more and she did her best to satisfy the burning desire. She was ravenous for him, and the sensations he gave her implied he felt the same. Her muscles tensed and she smiled, feeling every movement he made within her.
Their hips crashed against one another's, a small, thin layer of hot sweat gathering between them. The Italian was completely lost in her, his thoughts jumbled in a mess, and the blood pounding in his ears made it completely irrelevant to try and sort them. He could tell both of them were close to reaching that point of no return, the point where white light blinded everything else. The tightness of her muscles around him were sending him teetering on the edge, and with a couple of hard thrusts, he felt a wave of utter satisfaction and pleasure wash straight over him as he released his hot, white juices.
Ziva screamed out in pleasure, her hips elevating higher off the mattress as she bunched the material in her fists as she came down from her high, the pleasure coursing through her body like ecstasy. Her breathing was all over the place, her heart beating so fast she thought it'd leap out of her chest, "Oh my God…" she managed to whisper as Tony collapsed beside her, his lips planting a small kiss on her shoulder. Mustering the energy to move, she rolled onto her side, facing her partner, "You..certainly don't exaggerate…"
Tony chuckled softly, quickly pressing his lips to her own, "I know," He said confidently, his classic DiNozzo grin easily dancing over his lips. His strong arms softly encased the smaller Israeli, offering warmth and comfort. Within minutes, he felt her smaller frame relax as her eyes closed, her breathing becoming constant in her new found slumber. He sighed contently as his eyes silently studied her, his heart seeming to swell with emotion. This, was exactly how it was supposed to be.