Hey guys! Here's my latest chap! the name is all i could think of as a change of Hip Hip Hurray! so yea...
Chapter 40 – Lip Lip Larah!
Ziva woke to feel Tony's mouth on hers, she smiled into the kiss before returning it. She tried to wrap her arms around his neck but found she couldn't; her wrists had been hand cuffed to the bed and her fingers duck-taped together. She looked at Tony curiously.
"This is all about you, Sweet Cheeks." He smiled, "Happy Birthday."
Ziva couldn't help but think today would be the best birthday she'd had since arriving to America as Tony made love to her. His touch was so gentle yet so erotic, the love he made to her was pure and passionate. Ziva managed to free one off her hands, it throbbed and she briefly saw it was red raw from scrapping through the hand cuffs, but she didn't care; she grabbed the back of Tony's neck and crashed his lips to hers strangling her scream in her throat.
They came together, screaming and yelling waking their neighbours dogs causing loud barks to join the wave of noise. Ziva smiled at Tony and he smiled back.
"I love you." She whispered,
"I love you too." He kissed her softly.
"Can you..?" Ziva rattled the hand still hand cuffed and Tony laughed, grabbing a key and unlocking it. He helped Ziva pull the duck tape from her fingers.
"You really wanted to get free didn't you?" He laughed and he kissed her red hand better.
Ziva just laughed and pushed him back on the bed, straddling his hips.
"Again?" He asked,
"Again." Said Ziva; lowering herself onto him, a throaty moan escaping both of them.
It was faster this time, more lust then love. She was almost there. So close, so close.
"Tony!"
"Ohh Ziva!"
Brriiiiiiiiiiiiiit!! Brriiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!
Brriiiiiiiiiiiiiit!! Brriiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!
Ziva looked back at their phone and reached back grabbing it. "David." She panted,
"We have a case." It was Gibbs,
"Right now?"
"No, yesterday; of course now!" He yelled,
"Oh." And just then Tony gave another huge thrust, "Ohhhh!" Screamed Ziva before she could stop herself,
"Give the phone to DiNozzo." Ordered Gibbs,
Ziva held the phone out, "It's- Gibbs." She managed to say,
Tony put the phone to his ear, "Yea Bo-"
His words were cut off by Gibbs yelling, "STOP FUCKING ZIVA AND GET YOUR ARSE IN HERE!" before he hang up.
Ziva rolled of him without her release.
# # #
Ziva walked into the bullpen only to be steered right out again.
"We have a crime scene to go to." Barked Gibbs,
Ziva turned to Kate who whispered in Arabic, "He hasn't had any coffee."
When they exited the elevator and walked to the car and truck Ziva saw McGee waiting, "Thank god." She heard him mutter,
Tony walked past her and climbed into the drivers seat, and Ziva saw Gibbs and Kate walk to the car, so she entered the truck and climbed over McGee to her seat.
She heard McGee's intake of breath. "Stop staring at my ass McGee, Tony already has jibs on that."
"Dibs." Corrected Tony, "Not jibs."
"What ever." Sighed Ziva as she sat down.
"I wasn't staring Ziva." McGee said but then quickly faltered, "Not that I don't find you attractive… Not that I do! Not that I haven't looked, I mean I haven't but not that I wanted, I mean, I uh, I."
"Stop while you're ahead Probie. You think Ziva's attractive, but not to you personally, and you're scared of both me and her, we know, just take a deep breath and think about Gibbs doing a fan dance."
"Fan dance?" Asked Ziva,
"A dance that involves no clothing."
"A stripper?"
"No, more like an exotic dancer. They generally don't flash the audience as they have one or two big feather fans to cover with."
"Uh huh."
"Do we have to talk about this? Now I can't get the image of Gibbs doing a fan dance out of my head."
"Well that's your problem McGay."
"How many times do I have to tell you Tony? I'm not gay."
"Fooled me."
"Hey! I'll have you know that just last night Abby and I-"
"Finish that sentence I will make sure you and Abby never do that again. And I'll have you know that I have done it before and men generally find it hard to get used to peeing sitting down!"
McGee gulped and Tony wined, "You've cut of a guy's…" He couldn't finish the sentence,
"I might have. But you will never know."
"Anyway Tony, Abby's pregnant with my child so-"
"Just because you've had sex with a woman doesn't mean you're not gay McPerv." Interrupted Tony,
"Tony, I'm not gay!"
"Then how did you manage to stay coherent when Ziva had her ass in your face?"
"I'm not going to answer that."
"You just did McHomophobe."
"I'm not homophobic."
"Then why are you so scared of coming out of the closet?"
"I'm not gay!"
"Course not, McQueer."
McGee groaned and Ziva laughed,
"You will never whin this argument Tim, Tony can take anything and make it into a gay reference."
"Except the time he tongued a guy."
"Hey! I took one for the team!"
"You totally made out with that guy! I was there DiHomo."
"Shut up."
Ziva laughed, "What was it like Tony? Did you like it?"
"I said shut up!"
"Seeing as Kate has issues against a threesome, perhaps we could ask Gibbs to-"
"Ergh! Ziva!"
"And I'm sure Jenny wouldn't mind tagging along."
"La la la la la la la la la la, I can't hear you, la la la la la la la la la, la."
Ziva laughed, why did it matter that Gibbs, McGee, and Kate hadn't said anything yet, Tony had remembered, and the other's had the whole day to wish her a happy birthday.
Ziva stood in the basement throwing her new knife. It was the only present she had received. Tony gave it to her when they got back from NCIS, it had a chimera embossed in silver on the black handle.
The knife hit the wood in the exact place it had the last time she threw it; right between the eyes of her paper target.
Ziva walked forward and angrily pulled the knife out then walked back to where she was and threw it again.
Kate she could understand. She hadn't known Kate for very long, she wouldn't have known today had been her birthday.
Gibbs was distracted all day. Extremely angry and short tempered. She could easily forgive his forgetting- he wasn't that good with dates anyway.
McGee was a little more painful. She had thought they were pretty close. But he hadn't recognised her birthday at all.
Jenny didn't say anything out of formality at all. Only spoke to her briefly about the case, and then she'd called her 'Officer David'.
She had expected Ducky to know; to wish her a happy birthday and then tell her a story about when he or someone he knew had turned 28.
Abby hurt the most. She acted just like always. No flowers, no extra hugs, no cards, no nothing. And when Abby asked Ziva what was wrong, Ziva couldn't bring herself to admit they'd hurt her by not remembering. She pretended everything was fine.
It was the worst birthday she'd ever had.
Ziva sat in bed alone as Tony and Trina watched TV downstairs. She couldn't stop thinking about her birthday. She'd though that maybe everyone was to busy, or got the date wrong, but no; the next day and everyday after that, no one mentioned her birthday to her.
In her hands was the photo of her, Ari, and Tali. They had always made her birthdays special. Her father would only remind her of how she was getting older and needed to be stronger then before, or how many years until she could join Mossad.
Her mother would give her a small wrapped gift, a doll or book, and then give her loving hug, whispering grace to her.
Michael, Ari, and Tali, would draw and paint for her, making beautiful artworks of swirls and colours to represent the past year. They would always use the same books, they had one each and every year they would take their book from Ziva's room as she slept, then go to Ari's room and stay up late preparing Ziva's gift.
Michael would give her a small box of cookies from his mother before he left in the morning.
Ari would teach her normal things, like riding a bike or how to play soccer.
And Tali would give her hugs and play games or pretend with her.
But that all stoped.
When Ziva was ten her mother died. Only a week later it was Ziva's birthday. Tali hadn't spoken for months after her mother's death. Ari had been sent to military school to prepare him before his training. And Michael could no longer stay over at night time.
When Ari had come back he was sixteen and was starting his training. He wasn't as loving as before. He had become more like their father. He was more stiff and cold.
When Ziva was fifteen she had become pregnant. Her father had hidden her away from everyone, and on her sixteenth birthday she was alone.
When Ziva was seventeen she was a probational officer, her training had been built into her, she had been forced into creating a wall; emotions would make her weak. Her seventeenth birthday had her on a mission. She almost died.
On Ziva's eighteenth birthday Ari had taken her to Paris. It was wonderful, but the whole time all Ziva could think of was how much Tali would have loved it.
After a while her only birthday contact was a card or call from Ari, weeks before or after her actual birthday and a lecture from her father.
After coming to America she had killed the only person she considered family. But after hearing he had betrayed her, their country, and all they stood for he wasn't her big brother. And since then she hadn't thought of him as a brother.
Until now.
"You ready?" Asked Tony, as he walked into his and Ziva's bedroom.
"Ready? Where are we going?"
"To dinner." Said Tony, "Here," and he walked to the wardrobe and pulled out a nice brown top and a pair of black jeans, "Put these on." He then grabbed a scarf and put it on the bed.
"Why are we going to dinner?" Asked Ziva,
"Trina wants to go out." Replied Tony as he put on his new shoes,
Ziva finished changing and grabbed the scarf, wrapping it around her neck once before picking up her white turtle neck and pulling it on.
"Perfect." Said Tony, "You look amazing." He stepped forward and kissed her.
"Thank you Tony."
"Let's go." Tony took Ziva's hand in his and they walked out of the room and down the stairs.
"Wow! You look so pretty Mum." Trina grinned,
"Thank you Trina, you look very beautiful too."
Trina blushed.
The three walked to the car and got in, Tony driving. They drove through the early night until Tony turned into a side road and along a short way to stop outside a gate in front of a huge house.
"We're here." He said before rolling down his window to talk quietly to a man dressed in a black suit.
The man nodded and he signalled to a camera, the gate opened and Tony drove up the drive way and stoped the car by the front door.
He got out then opened Ziva and Trina's doors. The three walked to the door and Tony knocked.
A Spanish woman in a knee length black dress with a white apron over the top opened the door.
"Señor DiNozzo." She greeted,
"Good evening Noemi, is everything ready?"
"Sí señor. They are ready."
"Good. Lead the way."
Noemi walked across the huge room and led the three to a big mahogany door.
"After you Ziva." Said Tony,
Ziva walked forward and opened the door; she was immediately engulfed in a huge hug.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZIVA!" squealed Abby, right in Ziva's ear.
"What?" Asked Ziva, shock written on her face,
"It's a surprise birthday party!" Exclaimed Abby as she let Ziva go.
"A what?"
"A surprise birthday party! For you."
"For me?"
"Yea!" Said Abby as she grabbed Ziva's wrist and pulled her towards the others, "Did you really think we forgot?"
BTW i didn't edit this chap cos im to lazy so if there's any huge mistakes that's why.
Check out 'A Collection of A Kiss and a Promise Fickles' if you havent already, the first chap is Bethany/Ari