Ziva stood looking into the bathroom mirror, "What are you doing?" She asked her reflection, "He kissed you back, no?" She nodded answering herself, "He did, but he also asked me if he was dreaming...is that a good thing?" She gritted her teeth, not knowing, but smiled, "He did say he had dreams about me." She let out a small chuckle, shaking her head, "Where I apparently gave him blowjobs."
She rolled her eyes and lowered her head into her hands.
"Okay, okay." She slid her hands from her face and turned on the faucet, splashing some water in her face, "What is wrong with you? You are a trained assassin, stop it. I said STOP IT. You know what you have to do." She took a deep breath and stepped back and rolled her head side to side, "He likes your hair down, right?" She pulled at the back of her hair, freeing her ponytail, shaking her head wildly, but sighed, "Or does he like it up?"
She just stared at herself in the mirror, "When did you turn into such a girl?" She swallowed hard, "Feelings suck."
She stood straight up and placed her hands on her chest and took a deep breath and caught herself adjusting her breasts, "Now what are you doing? You don't even have boobs." She sighed yet again and just went for it, moving to the bathroom door, but stopped before opening it, "Knowing my luck and knowing us, he will be gone."
She turned the handle and opened the door and nearly ran into Tony. He was standing directly in front of her, "Tony...what are you doing up?"
"I was worried about you, you ran in here after Dad left, are you hurt? Are you okay?"
"I am not injured." Ziva replied, "But you should not be up, your toe..."
Tony pressed his palm to Ziva's cheek, caressing it, "Are you sure you're okay?"
Ziva smiled, "Yes."
"Good." Tony smiled back, "I would hate for you to have a broken ass on Christmas."
"Me, too." Ziva laughed, "Here, let me help you." She put her shoulder under his arm and helped him back to the bed.
Tony grimaced as he sat down on the edge of the bed, "I hope I didn't overstep my bounds getting you that picture."
"What?" Ziva asked, "No, not at all."
"I know how you get mad at me when I go behind your back and such."
Ziva softly sat down next to Tony, "Is that really how I come off to you?"
"Well...I am kind of nosy."
Ziva scoffed, "Kind of?" She laughed.
"Yeah, yeah...but I do it mostly, because...well..."
"Well, what?"
"I don't want you to get hurt. I hate that. I mean, I really HATE that."
"Tony...I can take care of myself."
"I know that, but..."
"Tony..." Ziva lifted her hands, cupping his face, "...you just want to protect me, yes?" She smiled.
"I'm tired of losing people, Ziva, especially the ones I love and I can't lose you, not again."
Ziva's hands slipped down to Tony's neck and pushed him back onto the bed, she aggressively straddle him, kissing him passionately.
Tony let out a deep groan, "Ow." He uttered in a high-pitched voice.
"What?" Ziva gasped, between kisses.
"Your knee." Tony uttered.
Ziva pulled back and saw that her knee had slammed into his groin, "NO!" She yelled, "Is he okay? I need him!"
Tony started to laugh.
"Seriously, is he okay?" Ziva asked.
Tony rolled Ziva onto her back and smiled down at her, "I'm okay, too, by the way."
Ziva chuckled, "Good...now, on with the show." She smiled up at him, giving him another kiss.
"As soon as you lock the door." Tony replied, kissing her back.
"Your Dad!" Ziva shouted and squirmed her way out from under Tony.
"Yeah, what about him?" Tony asked, sitting up.
"I am..." Ziva rapidly moved her arms, trying to express what she was trying to say, "...I did not lie, Tony."
"What do you mean? Didn't lie?"
"I get very loud, Tony...very."
"Heh. Yeah, you're a screamer, I remember." Tony grinned, but it quickly disappeared, finally realizing what it all meant, "Awww, shit." He groaned, laying back.
Ziva sat down next to Tony and fell back so she was laying next to him, "We could kill him."
AN - Do you think Ziva has killed to get laid?
AN2 - I'm all for killing Senior if if means Tiva happens.
AN3 - I was naughty boy, Santa didn't bring me anything. :(