A/N: Back to Tony's POV for the heavy dose of smut before we move on to more serious stuff. Oh, you don't read it for the smut? Yeah, well, my boyfriend says he'd love hockey just as much even if they didn't have fights but I don't believe him either.
Even after he had pinned her to the bed, Tony was not sure he was going to go through with it. He had always pictured himself more Cary Grant than Marlon Brando, yet here he was behaving like anything but the smooth ladies man he pretended to be.
His mental movie ramblings didn't distract him for long. One look down at Ziva, where she lay flushed and disheveled on the bed, and the only part of his brain left functioning was some instinctive animal core. Ziva's final "yes" destroyed whatever control he had left and suddenly the view he had of her smooth neck and flushed face was not enough. Without thinking he tore her blouse away, buttons flying everywhere, and buried his face against her chest.
After exploring first one breast and then the other, he worked his way up to her neck, sucking and biting, suddenly eager to leave his mark on her. Her breathy cries as he used his teeth only further inflamed him. Finally, he returned to her mouth, crushing her back into the bed as he probed ever deeper with his tongue. He reveled in the feel of her struggling underneath him, her every movement making him harder and hotter.
Still holding her down with one hand he pulled back slightly and fumbled for the button on her pants. As soon as it was undone he pushed her pants down, not pausing to undo the zipper even when he felt the rough seams catch and scrape against her hips. As soon as her jeans were off, he slid his hand between her legs. God, she was so wet. He thought briefly about slowing things down but at the feel of his fingers against her sex, Ziva moaned and pushed up towards him. All shreds of control gone, Tony thrust two fingers inside her and ground his thumb against her clit.
Ziva gasped at the sudden intrusion of his hand and started to squirm away, but his free hand was tangled in her hair and he used it to hold her. She quickly adjusted, pulling him close as he thrust his fingers deep inside her. By now, their gyrations had moved them partially off the bed and Ziva was clinging to his shoulders for support. As her excitement peaked, it was Tony's turn to gasp in shock as she raked his back with her nails, drawing blood. Tony reared back, releasing her hair and pulling her back onto the bed before he pinned her there with his forearm pressed across her chest and neck. As lost in the frenzy as he was, Ziva's reaction was to bring her head up and bite down on his arm.
The pain of Ziva's bite acted on Tony like a bucket of water, bringing him to his senses in an instant. He looked down in horror to where he had his previously traumatized, naked partner pinned to the bed in something close to a choke hold. A wave of disgust rolled over him and he asked himself how he could have let this happen.
Ziva sensed his withdrawal and released his arm to hiss at him. "Don't. Stop."
But Tony looked away, unable to meet her eyes, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Sex might be a healthy antidote to loss, but this ... this could not possibly be any sort of cure. How could anything so primal, almost violent, be helpful at a time like this. He released Ziva and rolled over onto his back beside her, scrubbing his hand across his face in dismay.
Ziva raised herself up onto an elbow and stared down, easily reading the withdrawal written on his face. She let her breath out with a soft huff, then finally spoke. "Tony, I want it like this. I want something to shut off the voices in my head. I do not want a seduction, that would require thought and, right now, thinking is the last thing I want to do. It is the last thing I can afford to do."
She didn't wait for an answer. One of her hands went to his fly, unzipping him and releasing his erect cock. She wrapped her hand around him, keeping her pressure just short of painful, and ran her thumb across the already glistening head. Tony drew his breath in sharply. His mind might not be totally willing, but his body was obviously still going along with the scenario. That fact was what finally let him see why Ziva wanted what she did. Why, more than anything, she needed a way to get out of her own headspace and this ... this battle they were engaged in let her strip everything back to instinct and sensation. He still had his doubts but at least he knew the why.
Which was a good thing because as soon as Tony turned his head to look back at Ziva, she released his cock and brought her hand to her mouth, sliding her thumb between her swollen lips and sighing as she tasted him on her fingers. The sight nearly undid him. Sitting up, she swung a leg over him and paused for a moment, straddling him before she eased herself down. Suddenly he was inside her, his full length embraced by her hot, moist heat, and Tony could think no more. Ziva bent over him, her wild curls falling a curtain around his face.
"Take me, Tony," she whispered in a husky voice. And Tony did.
He flipped her over roughly and thrust into her, conscious only of her moans and the hot, slick feel of her. He hooked an arm under her leg and lifted it higher, opening her to him even more. She clung to him, whispering "harder" in his ear, biting his neck and digging her nails into his back. He returned the favor, moving a hand to her breast and pinching and twisting her nipple until she gasped in both pleasure and pain. There was no finesse, no possibility for control in their coupling, yet they came together with such an explosion that Tony could have sworn he felt the earth move beneath them.
A/N: I may get very busy with RL for the next few days so don't desert me if I don't post the next installment right away. We will now be getting into the heart of the story so bear with me - I'll try to make it worth your while.