Tim hung his head and let the hot water burn into him, scalding off the sensation Ziva's touch had left on his sensitive skin. He should be standing under the shower in cold water but cold water just reminded him of what he had been doing a few minutes ago.

Standing nearly naked in the cool water with a slippery wet Ziva writhing passionately against him. The tiny little noises of longing she made slipping out unawares as she kissed him echoing in the tiny space. The heat of their bodies making the cool water seem to boil…..

"Oh Tim….

Tim shook the water out of his hair and turned the hot water up a little further. Okay. Now what? He only had a few more minutes of private bathroom time and then he would have to step out and be Toby Wilson, loving husband to Damita. It was just so damn frustrating. He had never wanted to have a private conversation more in his life and here he was surrounded by people watching and listening to their every move. Even if he dragged her into a closet or something someone would come running in case they were hurt. So here he was in the bathroom (again) trying to piece it all together on his own.

Tim's mind darted back and forth. Had the kisses been …No even he knew that sort of passion couldn't be faked. But it was confusing. She seemed to want him then changed her mind and then …she apologized to him?

"Tim? Please Tim? Don't….I'm sorry…."

So she kissed him out of pity? It didn't feel like a pity kiss or to be more precise kisses. Because there was far more than one. Endless, sweet, desperate, needy, passionate kisses…..

"Oh Tim…

Tim shook himself out of the sensation again almost dizzy. Ok that was going to need to stop. Whatever was going on between him and Ziva they had a job to do and he needed to focus on that. They were undercover and the situation could turn dangerous at any moment. He needed to have his head in the game.

Afterwards. Maybe after this was over and she wasn't slipping into his arms in bed with him and cuddling into him on the couch, curling her fingers through his wet hair….

STOP IT!

Tim turned off the water and stood in the shower his skin tinged pink from the heat.

FOCUS. Breathe in. Breathe out. Ok damage control. What did he do now?

In theory he was washing off the chlorine from their swim and then they were going to get dressed and then…..What?

No more water that was for sure. Of any sort.

No sky blue swimming pools, frothy bubble baths or even steaming private outdoor hot tubs. Definitely no waterfalls. No condensation trickling down the side of a glass to run onto her delicate fingertips to be sucked up by her sweet lips. No champagne buckets of ice to provoke ice being dropped down his shirt and the associated horseplay and touching of his person. No viewing of fountains where young lovers held hands and dropped coins for luck. Not so much as a gentle romantic rain shower on the marble terrace where the water clung to her clothes and looked like diamonds in her hair as she spun and laughed…

No. Something where Ziva had to wear clothes. Lost and lots of clothes. And definitely no water.

Movies were on the No Go list as well. If she teared up at something unexpected he knew that as soon as she looked up at him with tears spilling out over her dark lashes and down her face he would have to pull her close and comfort her. Kiss those tears away. What was he thinking? Tears? If she laughed and teased him or touched him in anyway he was going to pull her into his arms where she seemed to fit so perfectly.

Besides tears came under the water category.

Ok go out into the general public. Yes that was good. Somewhere out of their room where he could be distracted by things other than the way her hair smelled or how bright her eyes were when she laughed…

Public.

Ok they needed to eat. Dinner. He would take her out in public to dinner. That was acceptable and seemed like the safest option. They could sit in a brightly lit room with lots of other noisy people and have a long pleasant dinner safe from being able to discuss anything dangerous.

Like do you want me the way I want you?

With a sigh Tim roughly toweled himself dry and frowned as his back twinged a bit painfully. Sunburn? Surely not. Ziva had stuck on enough sunscreen to turn him white.

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Ziva lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling as Tim retreated into the bathroom.

They had barely spoken since they had come out of the pool, other than do you have the room key and Tim had sweetly offered to carry her wet towel.

Her thoughts were all in turmoil. It wasn't helping that her imagination was listening to Tim slip his wet swimming trucks off over his long strong thighs and land with a thick wet thud on the floor of the bathroom.

Now he was naked. The man that had held her in his arms with such passion and desire only moments ago was completely naked and standing only a few feet to her right. Only a tiny pathetic door separated her from…..

"ARRGGHHHH"

Ziva grabbed a pillow and pulling it over her face muffled a frustrated scream into the thick softness, drumming her feet slightly on the top of the bed.

Ziva threw the pillow across the room and tried to focus. What was she doing? It was like unleashing Pandora's box and trying to stuff back in all that had escaped and been hidden.

Okay. Sit Rep. She had kissed McGee. And not just kissed. Technically it was kissing but it was just so much more. And that was what was driving her crazy. If it had been just a simple closed mouth kiss? *Smack. Done. But this? Mouths wanting and hands grabbing and tongues tasting and their bodies responding to each other so perfectly it made her heart race even now just thinking about it……

No. Don't go there.

Ziva heard the water turning on and suddenly she was in the bathroom watching as Tim slowly soaped himself down under the hot water. First down one arm and then another, across his stomach slowly dropping lower in rhythmic circles. The steam rising up as he slowly turned to her with a full lipped smile. He held out his hand and she stepped naked into the shower with him, running her hands over his smooth bare chest, leaning in to kiss his sweet tasting flesh…..

Ziva thrashed her head against the pillows. This was MCGEE! She had to spend the next THREE days with him. And not just be around him. She had to be in his BED. And SMILE about it.

Work was the priority here. She simply needed to get some air. Clear her head. Perhaps being the carefree Damita was harder on her than it looked? Out. They needed to go out. Yes When Tim came out of the shower she would propose that they went to dinner in the large 5 star restaurant downstairs. They would eat slowly for many courses and then when they came back to their room they would be so full they would simply go to sleep.

Ziva lay and looked at the white ceiling as she heard the water turn off in the bathroom. Naked and wet. His hair plastered over his head and his big green eyes framed with spiky wet eyelashes. Little droplets of water running over the tattoo on his buttock. Now he would be drying himself off. Rubbing one of those thick fluffy white towels all over his…

Dinner. She was going to eat so much she would be unconscious by the time her head hit the pillow.