"It's okay." Tony grinned, "I'd love a Christmas blowjob."

Ziva tilted her head, shocked by his words, "Excuse...me?"

"God, you smell good..."

"Tony!" Ziva raised her voice and shook his arm.

Tony looked at Ziva, "Heh." He tried to grin, but couldn't, "I uhh, I'm not dreaming am I?"

Ziva slowly shook her no.

"Oh, God..." Tony started to panick, "I should've known, you don't smell that good in my dreams."

"Wait...you dream about me?" A small smiled found it's way to Ziva's lips, but she wiped it away before he could see it.

"Uhh, Ziva."

"What?"

"Your hand."

Ziva looked at her hand, it was in Tony's lap. She yanked it back, along with the mistletoe and jumped to her feet, "This never happened, Tony."

"Right." Tony nodded, looking up at Ziva, "Totally never happened."

Ziva turned and gritted her teeth as she walked back into the kitchen.

Tony smacked his palm into his face and just shook his head.

"So, what happened?" Senior asked with a smile.

Ziva saw the smile on Senior's face and sighed, "I cannot do this."

"Do what?" Senior asked.

"I am...going to go."

"Oh, no, you can't, Ziva...I'm cooking...what did Junior do?"

"Nothing...he did nothing...we did nothing." Ziva sighed yet again and lowered her head, spinning on her heels and stepped back into the living room, but was surprised when she didn't see Tony, "Tony?" She called in a worried tone.

Ziva made her way to the hallway and knocked on his bedroom door, "Tony? You in there?" She turned the knob and peeked inside, Tony was laying in bed, holding a pillow over his face. She moved to the side of the bed and reached out for the pillow, but instead slipped into bed with him, pressing her chest up against his side and then pulled down the pillow, revealing his face, "Hi." She whispered.

"Hey." Tony whispered back.

Ziva slid her hand across his chest, "This remind you of anything?"

"Heh. A few things, but most recently, Paris, but the bed was much smaller."

"Yeah...we had to...what is that word."

"Spoon."

"Yes, that is it, spoon. We had to spoon."

"Hey, I offered to sleep on the floor."

"I know you did, but spooning had its advantages."

"You can say it: you were cold."

Ziva softly laughed, "Yes, I was cold, but do not act like you did not enjoy it."

"It was alright." Tony acted like it was nothing special.

"Alright? Just alright?" Ziva lifted her head, "You were gitty in the morning, said you had a good night."

"And I did." Tony answered, "But that wasn't the best part."

"No?" Ziva was intrigued, "Do tell."

"Holding you in my arms...it just felt good."

"Good?"

"Great even."

Ziva lowered her head back down, "I remember falling asleep fast, I felt..."

"Safe?" Tony asked, turning his head towards her.

"Yes, protected." She replied with a smile.

"And it kind of made my back pain go away...for one day." Tony admitted.

"Does your back hurt now?"

"No." Tony shook his head, "I don't think so."

"Good." Ziva leaned into Tony, giving him a peck on the lips, "Can you still feel your toe?"

"What, you think you're a miracle worker now?" Tony grinned.

Ziva chuckled, "Nnnnooooo."

Tony stared into Ziva's eyes and eased his lips over to hers, gently kissing her back, "Are you sure I'm not dreaming?"

"Do you want me to pinch you?" Ziva grinned and let her hand wander downward from Tony's chest, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his sweat pants and was just about to grab him when...

"Junior..." Senior spoke up, opening the door.

Ziva reacted by rolling away from Tony and as a result, rolled right off the bed.

"Oh sorry..." Senior smiled, looking down at Ziva on the floor, "But I guess this mean you'll be staying for dinner after all?"

AN - Happy Santa Day!