Gibbs/Ziva fic: Footie Fun

Humour/Romance

T Rating

I'm really sorry about the Little Shop of Horrors quotes btw... I was listening to it when I was writing :)

Here ya go Ish... sorry I've not been totally great lately *hugs ya* The same goes with everyone else I'm in 'regular' contact with *hugs you all in mind*

Summary: Some pesky kids bring our two favourite agents together with a little sport. ZIBBS!

Footie Fun

It was the end of a busy day and Gibbs was finally on his way home. As he drove down the various different roads to his home, he practically felt himself buzzing, much like Abby would once the Caf-POW! kicked in. His one on one football match with Ziva left him feeling like some goofy teen. As he turned down his road, he was surprised to see a bright, red mini cooper sitting in his drive. He slowed to a stop and got out of his car, walking past the mini, he noted it was definately Ziva's, if the knife and cleaning equipment on the passenger seat was anything to go by.

He stepped in through his front door to smell something cooking nicely. Shutting the door with his foot, he walked through his living room to his kitchen to see one Israeli standing in his kitchen, supervising a saucepan and stirring something in another.

'' Shalom.'' Gibbs pretended to frown.

'' What are you doing in my kitchen?''

'' Cooking.'' deadpanned Ziva, laughter sparkling in her mocha eyes. Gibbs grinned.

'' I can see that.'' Ziva chuckled.

'' What is it?'' asked Gibbs walking closer.

'' Pasta.'' Gibbs walked closer until he was standing behind Ziva. The Israeli turned around to look at him and he shuffled back a little.

'' If you wish to help, you could get some plates down and the cutlery.''

'' 'kay.'' said Gibbs, moving off to get the plates and cutlery. Ziva smirked and carried on finishing dinner.

She grinned even more when she heard Gibbs setting the table and him walking back over to her.

'' Z-''

'' It is almost ready, I will bring it over.'' said Ziva, before moving off to drain the pasta. Gibbs went back to the table and seated himself. He watched her for a moment before sighing.

'' Ziva?''

'' Hmm?''

'' Feed me.'' Ziva looked at him, with a grin and laughter in her eyes to match.

'' Hang on.''

'' Feed me.'' Ziva snorted with laughter and Gibbs smirked.

'' Feed me Zeevuuur.'' Ziva gave a heartfelt laugh at Gibbs' successful use of a movie quote, Tony would be proud. She still had a grin on her face when she placed a plate of hot tomato pasta in front of him.

'' I am afraid it is not blood, but it is close enough.'' Gibbs chuckled and waited for Ziva to get back, with her own plate.

'' Ziv, this is really good,'' he said after eating a mouthful. Ziva grinned, ''This is one of your many talents?'' Ziva laughed.

'' If you think so.'' said Ziva, digging into her own pasta dish. They ate in a comfortable silence and whenever they looked up, their eyes connected, the electricity feeding the burning desire growing and becoming ever present. Gibbs placed his cutlery together and down and watched Ziva for a moment.

'' I didn't know you could play football.'' Ziva swallowed her last mouthful and grinned.

'' There are many things you do not know about me Gibbs.'' said Ziva, grinning seductively. Gibbs stood and walked over to Ziva, reaching down to pick up her hand.

'' Well... I wanna find out.'' Ziva smiled and let him pull her up and into a slow kiss. He lifted his hand to pull Ziva's ponytail out, his eyes darkening a little as he watched the black waves fall. He buried a hand in her hair and let the other rest on her hip, while Ziva rest a hand on his face, the other on his broad chest. They pulled apart and Ziva's gaze flickered between those ice blue eyes and his lips.

'' Another talent?'' commented Gibbs, his lips just brushing her nose. Ziva grinned and got out of his grip.

'' And where d'you think you're going?'' he drawled, watching her make her way to his back door and to his garden.

'' We have a game to finish, do we not?'' Gibbs grinned and followed her out. He watched her dribble a football from his open shed door.

'' Where d'you get that?'' Ziva smiled, her foot resting atop of the ball.

'' I went home before I came here... how else do you think I made a dinner?'' Gibbs laughed and ran after her, trying to tackle her. They moved around as well as they could in the backyard, occasionally forgetting that there were bushes and other obstacles to avoid.

'' Gimme the ball David!'' came the silver haired agent's bark. Ziva laughed.

'' Come and get it then!'' Gibbs grabbed her hips as he did earlier and tried getting the ball, grinning at Ziva's giggles. After a bit more huffing and puffing, Ziva reluctantly let Gibbs take the ball from her and she ran after him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she tried to get it back. Ziva went for it and laughed out loud when Gibbs picked her up and threw her over his shoulder so she couldn't get the ball.

'' Hey! That is cheating Gibbs! Red card!'' joked Ziva, even if it was a joke it fell on deaf ears as Gibbs was laughing too hard. He stopped and let her down and kissed her breathless before running off with the ball. Ziva shook her head, her curls flying.

'' Gibbs, that is not fair!'' she said, running after him.

'' What?'' he called back.

'' You are cheating.'' pouted Ziva, slowing down and stopping. Gibbs frowned and walked over to her. She smirked and kissed him back before running to grab the ball.

'' Oh no you don't.'' said Gibbs, running after her and grabbing her around the waist and spinning them both around, her laughs sweet music to his ears. The dizziness hit and they both lost their balance, falling down. Gibbs laughed as he ended on top.

'' I'm getting a strange sense of déja vú... How about you?'' he asked as he looked down at her.

Ziva laughed gently and pulled him down for another kiss. She kissed him slow, exploring every crevice of his mouth and he returned the favour. Lips still connected, he straddled her and continuing their make out session.

The two carried on kissing, varying between fast, hot, passionate kisses and slow, gentle kisses. They kissed each other's faces, neck and Gibbs found out that Ziva giggled like a teenager when he nibbled on her ear.

When they surfaced, the sky was almost pitch black and there was a gentle yellow glow from the street light a few yards away. Gibbs sat up straight.

'' How long were we kissing?'' He looked down to see Ziva laying beneath him, her eyes reflecting the street light's light, her hair fanned out behind her. She looked beautiful. She smiled at him and he got up and offered his hand.

'' So... who won?'' asked Gibbs.

'' I would say it is a bow.''

Gibbs gave a toothy smile. '' It's tie, Ziva.''

Ziva shrugged it off. '' Whatever, we are still even.'' Gibbs pulled Ziva flush against his front and gently kissed her lips.

'' And I know the perfect tie-breaker...''

With the moon shining in through the gaps of the closed curtains, Gibbs exhaled slowly and turned to the Israeli beauty lying next to him, tiny beads of sweat on her forehead and the moonlight giving her an angelic like sheen. Their eyes connected and they both shared a loving smile. He reached out to caress her cheek with a long calloused finger.

'' Beautiful.'' whispered Gibbs. Ziva shook her head in amusement and moved to curl into him and rest her head on his broad chest. Gibbs reached up to bury his hand in her curls and massage her scalp, making her sigh in content.

'' I think it's still a tie.'' said Gibbs, he could feel Ziva smirk into his chest.

'' I would say we are both winners... yes?''

'' Cheesy... but true.'' Ziva giggled quietly.

'' Anyway I think we should just leave the winning to the footballers, no?'' Gibbs rolled his eyes, he wasn't going to say anything... at least not for now.