Ziva sat in the living room, slouchy against the arm of the couch, her knees bent, looking towards the kitchen. The television was on, the Late Show with David Letterman was playing in the background.

Tony appears, moving through the doorway, holding up a covered pie pan. He quickly moves to couch, sitting next to Ziva, she extends her legs, laying them across his lap.

He holds out the pie pan to her, she takes it with a smile..."Constance is asleep?"

"Yeah."...He said, moving his hands to her feet and started to gently rub them.

Ziva tilts her head back, closing her eyes, letting out a soft moan..."Pie and a foot rub? What do you want?"...She laughs.

"Other than a red Ferrari?"....He smirked, continuing to rub her feet. He looked at the TV..."Dave's guessing what kind of pie his mom made for Thanksgiving."

Ziva's eyes glance towards the television for a mere second, before looking back at the pie..."Cherry, pumpkin and pecan."...She stated, taking off the lid..."No fork? Spoon?"

"Not even a spork, Zee-vah."...He smiled.

"Then how am I suppose to eat my pie, hmm?"

"Ever seen 9 1/2 weeks?"

"I do not think so."

"Kim Basinger, when she was hot and Mickey Rourke, I dunno if he was ever hot or not."...Tony reaches over, taking the pie pan, setting it on the coffee table. He then takes her hand, pulling her onto his lap, allowing her to straddle him.

He wraps his left arm around her waist and leans forward, grabbing the pie pan with his right hand, setting it on the couch next to him.

Tony loosens his tie, creating enough slack so he can pull it over his head.

Ziva takes the tie from him, looking at her bite marks..."Good thing this was not something else, yes?"...She chuckled, tossing it across the room.

Tony shook his head smiling, he slowly starts to unbutton his shirt..."There's this scene in the movie where they sit in front of an open refrigerator, feeding each other food."...He quickly kisses her, unbuttoning the final button, revealing his bare chest. He scoots down a bit, moving to a slouching position. He reaches to his right, picking up the pie pan, dropping the contents on his upper chest..."We're not in front of a fridge, but...have you ever had mystery pie à la Tony? Heh."

Ziva shakes her head no with a innocent smile. She leans down, opening her mouth biting into the pie, spreading the brownish gold and red filling mixed with the white cream topping with her tongue, making a even bigger mess on his chest.

He breaths in, trying to figure out what it is..."What is it?"

She pulls up, she quickly kisses him, getting pie all over his face, allowing him to taste it.

"Mangos?"

"And?"...Ziva replied, moving her face back to his chest.

"Berry-Mango Madness?"...Tony guessed.

Ziva lifted her head, licking at her lips..."You win."...She grinned.

"What did I win?"...Tony asked with a curious smile.

"Oh, you will find out."...Ziva remarked with a smile. She slowly started to slide off of his lap, running her tongue down his stomach.

"Wait."...Tony said..."Listen."

"Hmm."...Ziva mumbled, still enjoying her pie.

"I didn't hear a 'ewwww,' I guess the coast is clear. Heh."

Ziva chuckled, shaking her head, she starts to undo his pants.

"So, to reiterate, mom...you made a cherry, pumpkin and pecan pie."...David Letterman spoke on the television.

Tony's eyes shot to the TV..."I'll be DAMMMMMMMMMN."...He gasped sharply, throwing his head back.