Tony shuffled his feet on his way to the piano bench and eased himself down, leaning his crutches against the piano. He put his hands together and cracked his knuckles before resting them down on the keys. He just started to play when Ziva spoke up, "For a guy on crutches, you sure get around."
"Have a good nap?" Tony smiled and patted the piano bench, gesturing for her to join him.
Ziva smiled back, "Yeah." She walked over and sat down next to him.
"Any requests?" Tony asked.
Ziva shook her head no and rested her head on his shoulder.
Tony began playing again, "Do you know this?" He asked.
"No, what is it?"
"What will do you do when you get lonely..." Tony softly sang, "...and nobody's waiting by your side?" He looked at Ziva, "You've been running and hiding much too long. It's just your foolish pride...Zeeeeva, you've got me on knees, Ziva...I'm begging darling please, Ziva...darling won't you ease my worried mind." He stopped playing, "And like a fool, I fell in love with you..." He stopped singing and just stared into her eyes.
Ziva laughed, "Kiss me, damn it."
"Heh." He leaned over, placing his left hand on the small of her back. He raised his right hand to her left cheek, caressing it lovingly. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. He sucked the tip of her tongue into his mouth, teasing it with his own, wetting her lips before feasting on them as they kissed.
Ziva placed her hands on his chest and pushed, pulling away from him as she did, "Be right back." She hurried up from the bench.
"Yes, sure, I wasn't sucking on your tongue or anything."
Ziva laughed and moved into the kitchen, returning with a small box in her hand.
Tony squinted at it, "What's that?"
"Your Christmas gift." Ziva smiled, sitting back down next to him.
Tony took the box from her, "Let me guess, a condom and a key to your apartment."
Ziva laughed, "No...but now that you mention it, that would have been a good gift."
Tony smirked at her.
"Open it."
Tony lifted the top off from the box and looked inside, "Uhh, Ziva...it's empty?"
Ziva nodded and moved her lips to his ear, "That's because I'm wearing it." She whispered.
Tony's eyes wandered up and down her body, "Heh. What color?"
Ziva just smiled, not saying a word.
"Black?"
Ziva continued to smile.
"White?"
"Not telling." Ziva's smile widened.
"Ohhhh, come on, just a hint...does it rhyme with mink?"
Ziva laughed, "Anything else you want for Christmas?" She changed the subject.
"You're evil, you know that, right?" Tony grinned and looked back at the piano. He began playing again, "All I want for Christmas is my pinky toe, my pinky toe, just my pinky toe...all I want for Christmas is my pinky toe..."
Ziva shook her head at his silliness.
"And a blowjob." Tony quickly added with a grin.
Ziva laughed, "And you will return the favor, yes?"
"Tenfold, Ziva. Tenfold." Tony smiled.
"I do not know what that means, but from your smile..."
Tony kissed her again, "Yes, it's a good thing."
Ziva chuckled, "A very good thing."
"Guys, we'll be eating in about 15 minutes." Senior called out from the kitchen.
Ziva looked at her watch, bewildered, "But It is only noon."
"That's how my Mom always did it. We'd have the sit down meal at lunch and then snack on leftovers the rest of the day."
"Aww, traditions." Ziva smiled and gave Tony a kiss, "We will have to start our own traditions."
"Something wrong with your food, Ziva?" Senior asked holding a plate of food, sitting back in a black recliner in the living room.
"No." Ziva smiled, poking at her turkey with her fork as she and Tony sat on the couch, "It is a fine...delicious actually." She quickly took a bite of it.
"It's okay, you don't have to eat it if you don't want to." Senior stated.
"It is not the food, Mr. DiNozzo...Tony."
Senior nodded, "I know...oh, did I tell you, Junior, my friend Al's in town."
"The Prince?"
"Right." Senior replied, "I thought I'd go over there and pay him a visit."
"Now?"
"Yeah." Senior answered, "Do you have a problem with that?"
"No, not at all." Ziva eagerly interjected herself into the conversation.
Senior looked at Ziva and smiled, "Could you help an old man up?"
Ziva jumped to her feet and extended her arm and helped Senior to his feet, "A word, Ziva."
Ziva nodded and followed Senior into the kitchen, "Do you need a ride?"
"No." Senior replied, "Could you take care of my boy."
"Of course, you will be back later, no?"
"That's not what I meant, Ziva." Senior took Ziva's hands in his, "The way you two look at each other...and I have no doubt that he will take care of you. I just need to know that you will..."
"I will, you have my word." Ziva nodded with smile, "Even if it kills us both."
Senior laughed.
"Is Prince Omar Ibn Alwaan actually in town?"
"No." Senior shook his head.
"Then you do not need..."
"Yes, I do." Senior stopped her, giving her a kiss on the cheek, "Welcome to the family."
AN - Senior isn't a douche for once! Yay!
AN2 - I wonder what the next update is going to be about. Hmm...