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This story might a bit too M... so if u don't like it please go and read the T version. I don't want to agitate anyone.

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Previously:

At the same moment, he forced his hip forward. His crouch connecting with her sensitive and hot clit.

Ziva tensed, her whole body was suddenly on fire.

A low guttural sound erupted from between her lips. It was music to Tony's ears, who softly kissed her lips and gently stroked her face as he let her calm down.

As the world slowly came into focus again, Ziva saw Tony smiling down at her. He had changed positions and was now lying next to her on his side. While his head was supported by his right hand, his left hand lay on her stomach. Tony's thumb stroking her exposed skin.

"You awake, Sweet cheeks?"

The hand which lay on her stomach, went to softly stroke her cheek.

Ziva turned her head to look at him sleepily.

"Mhhh..." she purred.

"You want to sleep?" He softly whispered into her ear as he leaned closer to her.

Ziva's eyes shot open at this, directly staring into Tony's blue/green eyes. A small smile spread across her face as she pulled herself up and straddled his hips in an instant.

"Guess that means no," chuckled Tony but was silenced when Ziva crushed her lips onto his own.

He immediately deepened the contact, gently forcing her to open her mouth so that his tongue could enter her - tasting her. It didn't took long before their tongues were fighting for domination.

All the while his hands traced the outline of her body. He growled when her shirt once again interfered with him touching her completely.

"Needs to get off," he demanded between kisses, while Ziva could only nod as her body ached against his.

Tony pulled himself into a sitting position and with her breast now firmly pressed against him, he gently took his lover's shirt off.

As he did so, Ziva fumbled with the zipper of his jeans. The cast on her hand making it a difficult task.

"Not so fast, ninja girl," teased Tony, taking her hand and linking their fingers together.

"Tony," Ziva huskily replied, "I want you. Now."

Upon hearing those words, Tony's pants tighten even more. He groaned and flipped them over once more.

"Toneyyy," Ziva whined longingly, wanting to be on top of him.

The agent just smirked at her. Momentarily not doing anything as he let her squirm under him.

After what seemed like an endless time to her, he abruptly lowered his head and gently bit into one of her erect nipples.

"Tony," she hissed and rolled them over in one swift movement.

When she straddled him again, she suddenly noticed that his jeans and boxers were halfway down his legs.

Ziva could barely cover her shocked expression, while her lover laughed softly.

"Managed to sneak up to you, Sweet cheeks," he teased as his hands wandered to the elastic strap of her tiny black slip.

"Evil," murmured the Israeli quietly, lifting her hips to let him take the thong off her.

After she had freed him out of his half-way-down jeans also, she locked eyes with Tony.

Silently seeking each others permission, Ziva eventually resumed her position. Tony could clearly see her arousal. Her hairless love triangle, giving him a perfect view of her pink and aroused vagina, with her clit slightly peeking out, as if urging to be touch by him.

"God," he moaned.

With no clothes shielding them from each other, she rubbed herself against his erect shaft, her fluids wetting him. They both groaned in unison. Both needing so much more.

"Tony," moaned Ziva, bringing his attention back to his partner's eyes. Her eyes urging him forward.

He tenderly reached under her, grasping his hardened length and guided himself to her entrance.

"Sweet cheeks," he whispered, wanting to make sure that she was alright.

As her eyes snapped back to his own and he saw the longing and the flush of arousal on her cheeks, he slowly slid the tip of his cock in, immediately feeling himself enveloped in her sweet wetness.

Groaning he pushed his hips further up as Ziva lightly spread her legs more to give him better access. She bid her lip as she sunk deeper onto his length. Her body was arching backwards while his hands gripped her hips to keep her from going fully down on him.

Her heat and the tightness he felt as he pressed further into her, made his blood rush from his body to his lower region.

Ziva shivered with pleasure. She could feel him tight in her belly as he filled her completely.

"Ziva," moaned Tony, caressing her breast as best as he could while he kept her hips from going upwards, wanting to mesmerize the feeling of her firmly around him for longer.

A tremor passed through her and she nearly screamed aloud as he finally aloud her to move again.

Tony let her move several times before he started to move with her. His hand gently pushed a strand of hair out of her face, pulling her face down to him, they lost each other in another passionate kiss until they had to come up for air again.

He trusted heavily into her most intimate caress, his hands supporting her as they both moved in unison.

The constriction of her inner walls closed down around him and he had to take several deep breaths to maintain his control.

As Ziva leaned forward to kiss him, he sat up and swiftly flipped her onto her back.

"I love you," whispered Tony as he momentarily halted, only to resume his thrusts more slowly.

She looked up at him, into his blue-green eyes, full of emotions. She could see passion, longing, trust but most of all love.

The Israeli ran her fingers through her lover's wild hair and he kissed her deeply.

As they increased the pace, she started to deliberately contracted her muscles around him.

"Tony," she gasped, her voice was full of need.

He growled low and rolled slightly, guiding his hand between their joined bodies, he stroke through her wet folds. As his thumb found her clit, Tony alternately caressed and pressed it, before he pinched her clit gently, repeating the process over and over again.

Her gasps and cries impassioned him, and he pushed even harder, faster and deeper into her. He had changed his angle of penetration and was now hitting her clit with each thrust.

They felt the pressure inexorably building between and within them, toward a shattering climax.

Ziva angled her hips, she felt a surge of pleasure go through her body. As she clung to his thrusting body, the bliss spread through every nerve ending in her body and washed over her in multiple waves.

For the first time in her life, she surrendered herself completely to a lover.

Tony pounded into her, he knew he was close as he slammed into her and she welcomed him. Her hands were sliding down his chest and arms, pulling him in tighter.

"Ziva," he said, for what felt like the millionth time. Her name grounding him, assuring him that she was really with him, and not just one of his fantasies, which haunted his dreams every night.

He closed his lips over the pulse point in her neck, his tongue tenderly licking it before his teeth roughly grazed her skin.

"Tony!" she screamed and jammed her hips up into his. Spasms ripping through her body as her climax overtook all control.

Before he had a chance, she took him with her.

A charge leaped through his lower spine, tearing across his balls, up through his cock and into her. Wave after wave of hot seed pumped out of him and into her, as she continued to convulse around him.

After a few moments of blissful pleasure and ragged breathing, Tony tried to roll off her but she held him in place.

"Sweet cheeks, I'm crushing you," he whispered, kissing her forehead lovingly.

"Stay, you feel good... please, Tony," murmured Ziva hoarsely as their eyes met.

He nodded and carefully eased down again, lightly supporting his body weight with his elbows. Not wanting to crush her completely as the sweat cooled on both of their bodies.

When their breathing had returned to normal, Tony gently settled next to her, immediately pulling her to him.

With his arms tightening around, she buried her face in the crook of his shoulder. However a few seconds after, she changed positions and settled her head on his chest instead.

"You need a shower," mumbled Ziva sleepily.

On the verge of sleep, she felt Tony's chest heave intermittent as laughter shook his body.

"Buonanotte, Sweet cheeks," he whispered and kissed the top of her head before pulling the discarded bedclothes from the floor with his free arm and spreading it over them.

(Tony's apartment – Saturday – 10 am)

"Tony?" Ziva asked as she came out of the bathroom, "I think we should head back to Gibbs'."

"Can't we stay?" whined the agent, who was still lying in bed.

"We told him we would return later."

"Yes, and we didn't. I don't want to get a concussion, Sweet Cheeks," her lover teased.

"The longer we wait the angrier he becomes, yes?"

"He'll be angry anyway. Let's enjoy the time we have here." Tony replied, softly pulling on her hand and making her fall on top of him.

"Hey there," he cheekily greeted as he put his hand up to Ziva's face and traced his index finger along her cheekbone. She closed her eyes at this contact, sighing contently.

Tony then gently raised her chin and lowered his lips onto hers, kissing her lightly at first. As she opened her mouth at his subtle urging, he intensified the kiss. When he stuck his tongue in her mouth, she put her arms around his neck, dropping the towel she had around her body in the process.

"Tony, ..." murmured the Israeli against his lips.

(Gibbs house – 5 pm)

"Ziva!!"

The Israeli nearly fell backwards as she was enveloped in a bone crushing hug by her friend.

"Abs," Tony tried to pry his lover from the Goth.

"You!" Abby turned to Tony, pointing her finger to his chest as she straightened up to full height, "It's all your fault."

"Wh...what is my fault," he answered slightly appalled.

"That Ziva wasn't here!" exclaimed Abby and spun around, taking the Israeli by her wrist, leading her further into the house.

The agents threw each other a confused look.

"Abby?" Ziva finally asked when she and the scientist sat on Gibbs' couch.

"I wanted to go shopping with you. But you obviously had other things to do," answered her friend while she gave Tony a pointed glare.

The agent only grinned mischievously at the two woman. Abby momentarily narrowed her eyes at him before something clicked.

"OH MY GOD YOU.." she screamed but was stopped by Ziva, who had clamped her hand over Abby's mouth.

"Sshh," Ziva hissed, "Abby you cannot scream. Not here. Not in Gibbs' house."

Upon her friend's nod, the Israeli released her.

"I'm sorry, but this is so..." Abby searched for the right words without screaming, jumping or gesticulating widely, "Awesome!"

"Yeah," Tony agreed, smiling at Ziva all the way, "Also I don't know why you would feel so excited about it..."

"Cause I'm happy for you, Silly!" exclaimed Abby and punched Tony's arm as emphasis.

"Ouch! Be careful with those."

"Don't be such a girl, Tony," laughed Ziva before she turned to Abby, "I got the idiom right, yes?"

As Abby nodded, Tony couldn't help but mutter, "Of course you got THIS one right," which earned him a double stare.

"Boss downstairs?" The senior agent quickly changed the topic.

"No, he wasn't there when I came over."

Tony and Ziva exchanged another look. Maybe fate was with them and Gibbs wouldn't know that they only arrived a few minutes ago.

"And this was when, Abs?" Tony inquired.

"Around 9."

"And you waited here since 9 am?" Ziva easily saw that her friend was lying to them.

"Yes."

At this moment, Gibbs came through the front door.

"Hey Boss, where were you the whole day?"

Gibbs looked at Abby before answering, "I was here. And you, DiNozzo?" The gray-haired agent smirked as his agent lost all color.

"Rule 3, DiNozzo," Gibbs stated smugly, making his way downstairs.

"Rule 3: Don't believe what you're told. Double check. Of course. Should have known it," mumbled Tony under his breath.

His attention then turned to the person responsible for his misstep.

"Abs! Why did you lied to me?" Tony crankily demanded.

"Payback, Tony," she replied, kissing his cheek, "You crossed my day with Ziva."

"Abs," whined the agent, "Boss will kill us."

"No, he won't," reassured the Goth, before giving Ziva another hug and slipping out of the house.

Silence settled over the two lovers.

"What do we do now?"

"I do not know."

"Awkward."

"Yes."

The rest of the day passed uneventful. While Tony spent the time watching TV, Ziva had kept herself occupied with reading one of her books. At some point she ended up with her head laying on Tony's lap as the agent gently ran his fingers through her wavy hair.

Both agents were trying to avoid Gibbs, not knowing what to expect from their boss or how to act around him.

It wasn't a hard task, since the gray-haired agent kept to himself, working on his boat and only leaving the basement once for dinner...

(Flashback – Dinner)

Gibbs smirked - since he had entered the kitchen, his senior agent had been constantly looking at him. But every time he tried to catch Tony's eyes, he would hastily look away.

Ziva wasn't better. Though she tried to act normal, her movements were stiff and seemed to be forced.

"They are acting like kids, who were caught doing something wrong," thought Gibbs smugly.

"So, you two had a nice date?" He finally asked, causing Tony to choke on his food.

"Yes," Ziva replied calmly, having anticipated such a question since Gibbs had joined them.

"Good," was Gibbs' single answer.

Seeing his agents surprised faces, he laughed inwardly, "This is going to be fun."

(End - Flashback)

~ Fin ~

(or not?)

A/N: Okay.. Pretty short chapter and I'm not entirely happy with the last part but maybe you like it anyway^^

Decided that I'll end it here. But I got a sequel ready (if you want), cause 2 major plots are still waiting to be told.. (Update might take 3-7 days.. I got a new job, yadda,yadda,..)

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