A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating but I promise I will be pretty regular from here on out. Sometimes real life just sucks. Meanwhile, enjoy this chapter - it's full of the good stuff. -)
For a moment, the previous evening flashed through Tony's mind and he almost pulled away. But he didn't. This was nothing like the last time. Yes, there was still that edge of desperation in his partner, but she had talked to him, told him more than ever before and Tony decided that this meant she was finally truly trusting him, finally opening up to him and maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't begin and end in the bedroom. He slid one hand up into her hair and wrapped the other around her shoulders as he kissed her back, using his mouth to express how he felt without actually speaking the words.
As soon as Ziva felt his acquiescence, she pushed Tony back onto the sofa and then, without ever letting her mouth leave his, she lowered herself to straddle him. Her hand pulled frantically at his shirt until she was able to release it from his jeans and lift it up, running her hands up his muscled torso as she pulled it over his head. Tony responded in kind, removing her tank top and bra in one practiced motion and then sighing into her mouth as her bare breasts pressed up against his chest, reveling in the erotic sensation of her warm, bare skin. His lips finally strayed from her mouth and began tracing a path down her neck and then lower still, until he finally claimed a nipple with his mouth, licking and sucking as Ziva threw back her head and moaned her pleasure.
When Tony moved his lips back to her mouth, Ziva slid her hands downward and began frantically working at the buttons on Tony's jeans. Despite the way his erection was straining at the fabric, he grabbed her wrists gently to stop her. This time he really was going to take it slow, this time he was going to show her how it could be. Still holding her wrists, he lifted her off his lap and pressed her down onto the couch. He looked at her for a long moment, her hair in wild curls half covering her face, her body loose limbed in sensual abandon. He slid his hands up her still clothed thighs until he reached the waistband of her pants. He undid the zipper and slid them smoothly off her, pulling her lacy panties along with them.
Once she was completely naked, he knelt between her thighs and inhaled deeply, breathing in the sweet scent of her before he lowered his mouth, sliding his tongue between her already damp folds and reveling in her taste. As Ziva moaned, he used all his skills to bring her passion to a peak, drawing back only when she cried out her release.
He took a quick look at the couch but, deciding it was too cramped to suit his purposes, he bent over, paused to kiss Ziva yet again, and then gathered her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and stepped back to shuck off his jeans.
Ziva looked at him through heavy lidded eyes and asked, "Where are they?"
"In the nightstand," he replied, immediately knowing what she wanted.
Ziva reached into the drawer and pulled out the small foil packet, ripping it open quickly as she beckoned him over. A shiver ran up Tony's spine as he felt her small hands smoothing the condom onto his now throbbing cock and it was only conjuring up the mental image of his crotchety great aunt that kept him from losing control right then and there.
As soon as he had settled himself, he climbed onto the bed and streched himself out over his partner, holding his weigh off of her with his arms as he gazed down into her eyes. Without ever breaking eye contact, he used a knee to spread her legs and ever so slowly slid himself into her hot, moist depths. When he was fully within her, he bent down and kissed her. Unable to wait any longer, he began to thrust his hips, gasping as Ziva moved beneath him, matching his rhythm and his passion with every stroke.
After that, Tony didn't remember much. All to soon, he felt himself rising to his climax but Ziva was right there with him, her cries matching his mutual climax was mindblowing and Tony could have sworn the earth moved again as he exploded within her.
Afterwards, they lay tangled together, a mess of sweaty limbs and tousled hair. It was with great reluctance that Tony finally pulled out, feeling a strange pang of loss that he had never experienced before as he slid from her body. He ran a hand gently down her cheek then headed for the bathroom to clean up. When he came back to the room, Ziva had risen and donned one of his shirts. Far too big for her, its tails fell far enough to cover her like a nightshirt. The sight of her so at home and relaxed in his clothes nearly got him started again, but he didn't get a chance to act on it because Ziva headed for the bathroom as soon as he vacated it. He sat on the bed and when it took her a while to reappear, he had a moment of panic, wondering if he had somehow missed her gathering up her clothes and she was even now dressing to leave. Finally she reappeared, still in his shirt, and Tony held his breath while he waited to see what she would do. He needn't have worried, she slid into the bed next to him and let him pull her into his arms. He pulled the covers up over them, buried his face in her neck and murmured her name softly into her skin. He thought she quivered a bit when he did so but he forgot that when she settled into his embrace and her breathing slowed and became regular as she fell asleep. Soon after, Tony found his eyes closing and he, too, drifted into slumber with visions of many more nights like this flowing through his mind.