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A/N: Okay, I know some people don't actually read this and go straight for the story, but I'd just like to make a massive apology to those who've waited for an update. Let's just say that my 2010 isn't starting off well. I have a lot of angst in my life at the moment and I am hoping to end the angst of this story on this chapter. Anyways, here's the next installment, please review.
Hearing Tony's strong voice, my inner voice started to panic as well as all the cells on my body. Rapidly glancing at all the corners of the room, I found nowhere to hide. 'Shit, shit, shit' I cursed. Scanning the room once more, my eyes widened as the sudden thought of climbing out the window entered my mind. Without another thought, I turned the knob to the side and slid the window open.
When my feet touched the solid ground on the other side, I took in a deep breath before I began to walk away from the house. 'I know that I have to face Tony very soon, but I panicked…I, I just panicked.'
"Ziva….Ziva!" Tony exclaimed. I turned back and saw him looking straight at me. Turning my eyes to the pavement ahead, I ordered my legs to start running. His calls began to rise in volume and proximity. Glancing behind I saw him running after me. I knew I couldn't run faster than I was already doing, but I couldn't give up, so I ran and ran until I felt my body coming to a stop. Angry tears streamed down my cheeks as his strong arms rounded me.
"Stop…Ziva, please just stop running. Talk to me Zee," he begged.
I couldn't see his face, my face looked anywhere but at him. He spun me around so that the front of my body faced him. His arms locked around me, until I had nowhere to run or look. So I closed my eyes and breathed in some sense of normality, I was immediately greeted with the smell of fresh cut grass. He pulled me in, and squeezed me into a tight hug. Taking another deep breath, his scent entered my nostrils until all I could smell was he and he only.
"Just talk to me baby," he whispered.
"I don't know how to," I admitted with my eyes till closed.
His large hand curled into a ball and with his index finger, he gently lifted my head to meet his. "Open your eyes,"
I did so. I felt my blood leaving my face, and rushing to my chest as I looked into his green eyes.
"Just tell me what you feel. One word,"
Without hesitation, my lips parted and I blurred "confused."
"That's good, we're getting somewhere. What else,"
My shoulders shrugged. "Scared?"
"Don't ask me Zee. Do you?"
I nodded.
"What else Zee, what else do you feel,"
"Angry. Frustrated. Annoyed. Alone…" I allowed a deep sigh to leave my lips.
"What else baby?" he asked without realization of the slipped endearment.
"I don't know. I guess I feel alone but—loved at the same time. Does that make sense?"
He merely nodded. "I mean, I feel lonely because, three weeks ago I didn't remember anyone. But You—you took me in, you made me feel loved, but I didn't know how to repay the love I felt. I didn't know how to explain what I felt in word."
His lips curled into a half smile. "Do you, now?"
I looked straight into his eyes and answered with honesty, "no."
His lips formed a line. "Oh," He looked away from my eyes.
A small chuckle left me, "No I mean. Look at me," I ordered. He did so and I felt like I was the one back in control. "I meant, I've got feelings for you, very close to love. Maybe even more than love, but…"
"Yeeeees?" he drag the word.
"Oh, come on Tony! You know I'm not good with words,"
His eyes twinkled at me with a cocky grin planted onto his features. "I don't know what you mean Zi-vah"
"Maybe I can show you what I mean with actions. Ya, know actions are better than words,"
"I think its words are better than actions…"
My hands moved up to his torso, until I could feel his muscles underneath my palms. Snaking around his neck, they interlocked around him. "Tony?" I whispered close to his ear.
"Yeah?" he replied louder than intended which caused me to chuckle, "shut up."
I pulled my head away from his ear until I was facing him. Our eyes locked for several seconds until I pulled his head closer to mine. I stopped just as our lips met and gazed at him. His eyes already closed. I allowed time to examine him up close.
"Are you gonna kiss me?" he muttered.
Without another word, my lips met his and lingered with no movement. I wanted time to adjust to this familiar but new sensation.
Taking his bottom lip between mine, I slightly nibbled it until I hear a low groan coming from within him. His lips parted for a few seconds to allow the sound to reach the surface. Taking that as my chance. My tongue entered his mouth.
His hands tightened around my hips as he pulled me closer to him.
The moment his tongue met mine, I couldn't take the slowness of our kiss any longer. Eagerly pulled his head even closer to mind. I kissed him with all the power and hunger I had in me.
I didn't want the kiss to end, his taste rapidly became my new addiction. Our tongue continued the battle of the strongest as our hands hungrily touched every part of our bodies that we could reach.
The thought of our location never once entered my mind as we continued to kiss. Slowly leaving each other's lips for mere seconds for the oxygen that we required.
Feeling a single drop on my cheek, I pulled my mouth from his and gazed at his eyes. "You don't have to cry Tony," I whispered with care.
"I'm not crying,"
I then felt another drop on my cheek. I looked up at the sky. The clouds were now turning into an aggressive grey. "Oh," I smiled.
More little droplets plunged us causing Tony's smile to turn into laughter.
"What do you say if we go home?" he waggled his eyebrows in a playful way. My smile widened.
"Home?"
"Well, yeah. If you want to of course, I mean you, you don't have to," his eyes met mind for a brief second before his hand flew up behind his neck. His palm cupped it; his eyes squinted.
I wanted to laugh at his embarrassment, but I didn't want to ruin the moment so I settled with a 'I'd love to.'
He stepped back and reached for my hand. I took a long look at his offering palm before I took a deep breath and placed my own on his.
"We've got a lot to talk about Tony. Before we start playing house." I simply stated. His hands tighten around mine as we walked in silence in the pouring rain.
"As long as you and I can be together. I don't care if we talk for centuries," he joked.
"I hardly doubt we'd talk that long. And I'd like to do other activities that requires the sound of our moans and a very few words."
A/N: I'm going to miss this story when it's over. Im having fun typing it. (But the good things I promised in the beginning is nearly here!!)
I'm gonna try to post the next chapter tomorrow. Thanks for reading PLEASE review!
