Undercovers
Chapter 3
Ziva reached over for the remote to the stereo and clicked on some electronic music.
"Think they bought it?" She says in-between breathes.
"I know I did." Tony said.
"That's fairly obvious." Ziva replied.
"For your information that's my knee." He said sarcastically.
"Whatever. You can get off of me now." She replied.
"Come on; let's give it 40 more minutes, to change it up." Tony sang to her pleadingly.
"Change it up, huh?" Ziva asked as she rolled them over.
"Then I'll be on top." She replied.
"I can live with that." Tony said.
Ziva kicked him. Tony replied with a groan.
"Did you forget who's in charge?" She smiled.
Ziva leaned over and kissed him passionately. There was no tongue duels though, just a passionate, perfectly fitted kiss. They slowly slipped back into each other. They nearly undulated with the other one, Tony only pulling back a little more to keep from staying in the same place and to avoid friction. They moaned and hummed and heaved sighs of lustrous pleasure. Tony began to speed up. Slamming against her a bit now, he hammered deeper inside of her. Suddenly a huge, simultaneous moan escaped their lips as the both came to an awesome orgasm.
Ziva slid against him into a perfect spoon. Tony just then realized it. It was if they were made for each other. Shaped for one another. They way the were always understanding of the other person. How they both fitted so perfectly inside on another. The way they both loved so feverishly even though they were only in a one-shot relationship. Everything tonight had been like a puzzle that came together. Mysteries didn't need solving when Ziva was around though. As mysterious as she was, he didn't seem to mind the lurking secrets and quirky odds and ends. It was of course a part of his job to not be able to tell everyone everything, so he didn't seem to mind. She never seemed to mind his odds and ends either. The weird quirks he had about commitment. The fear of losing someone never crossed his mind around her because he felt at ease knowing she was fine with him for who he was.
They were PERFECT for each other. But he still had to finish the night. He had to savor it… or tell her… probably savor it.
