Authors Note: I know I switched to Ziva's point of view here but I felt that was the best way to make sure it was clear that what comes later is HER idea.
Ziva tried to drift away as Tony continued his gentle ministrations, controlling himself, refusing to give way to the passion that she could feel rising within him, but it wasn't working. Suddenly she pulled away, frustrated that she was not finding the release she craved.
"I don't want it like this," she said. "This isn't what I need right now."
Tony shook his head in confusion but stood up and backed away, nonetheless. "I'm sorry, Ziva. I didn't mean to push you. I thought you wanted ..." His voice trailed off as he tried to process her sudden change of mind.
Ziva wasn't sure exactly what she meant herself, but she knew that she didn't want him to leave. Roughly, she reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him down beside her once again. She threaded her free hand tightly into his hair and used it to hold him still as she bent forward to kiss him again. The kiss turned the corner from merely deep to downright rough when she caught his lower lip between her teeth, hard enough to cause him to wince in surprise. Ziva drew away then and stared at him, her pupils dilated with passion.
"I do not want nice. I do not want gentle," she said, almost pleading with him. "I need you to take me ... do you understand what I mean." She tried to communicate her desires with her eyes, finding it hard to do so in words. "I need you to force me ... to force me outside of myself. Can you do that? Can you give that to me?"
Tony stared at her, a conflicted look on his face. Ziva tried once more to show him what she wanted and to show him that she meant it. She claimed his mouth with a kiss again, grasping his shoulders hard enough that even through the fabric of his shirt, her nails left small red marks in his skin. Tony tried to pull away but she just dug her nails in harder, forcing him to feel what she wanted. Hoping he would understand her desires.
Finally Tony managed to extricate himself from her frenzied embrace. He gazed at her long and hard. Just when she though he was going to walk away in disgust, he grabbed her wrists and pushed her down onto the bed, pinning her arms above her head in an iron grip and leaning over her, his face so close to her own that she could feel the hot puffs of his now accelerated respirations.
"Is this what you really want?" he asked, his eyes boring into her. "You'd better be sure because once I start I don't know if I will be able to stop again."
Ziva felt as though all the air had left the room. It was what she wanted but she could barely find the breath to speak. "Yes," was all she finally managed, but it was enough. Tony's eyes darkened with a passion that matched her own as he ripped her blouse open, bent over her, and claimed a breast with lips and teeth.
I should never have waited so long for this, thought Ziva as the the sensations Tony was generating washed over and through her. Then all coherent thought fled and she gave herself over to the moment.