Late to Work
It was Monday morning and Tony and Ziva were awake early. Tony was holding Ziva in his arms as they stirred away. He was pressing small kisses to the back of her neck as they lay there.
"If you keep doing that we are going to be late to work," Ziva warned him and shifted a little as her eyes finally fluttered open.
He chuckled and continued what he was doing. He moved to the side of her neck and pressed a few kisses there before wrapping his arms tighter around her and pulling himself closer to her and she realized what kind of mood he was in instantly. She smiled to herself and pressed back into him as a response. He took in a sharp intake of breath.
"I thought you didn't want to be late to work," he said to her in between kisses.
"I am pretty sure that you would rather be late than tease a former Mossad Officer," Ziva said as she spun in his arms and captured his lips with her own before he could answer her.
When they pulled apart, Ziva finally allowed him to speak. "You're right," he said quietly and pulled her back to kiss her again, this time allowing his hands to explore her once more, even though he was certain he had every inch of her memorized.
Sometime later they both hopped in the shower, rushing to get ready and knowing that there was no chance they were ever going to make it to work on time. This would be the second time they were late, but it had been nearly a month since they were late the first time. They were having a particularly hard time this morning keeping their hands to themselves and they both realized that, fully knowing that it would make work excruciating.
They exited the shower at the same time and hurried off to get dressed and get to work. They shared their usual morning kiss at their separate cars and drove to work. Ziva was earlier than Tony again, but a full elevator ride.
She walked into the squad room, noticing Gibbs staring and McGee gaping. Abby was also in the squad room at the moment, probably bored in the lab since they had no cases at the moment.
"You're late, David," Gibbs said quietly.
"I missed my alarm," she said quietly, feeling her cheeks going pink and giving her away a little.
It was not a complete lie. She did miss her alarm, but not because she was sleeping. She missed her alarm because she was in the middle of something else. Her cheeks burned hotter as she thought about it and knew that she had to sit across from Tony all day. They needed a vacation to get some of this energy out of their system or something.
"Sure," Gibbs said nodding. "You know where DiNozzo is?"
"No," Ziva said, hearing the sound of the elevator behind her as she sat down.
She didn't dare to look up at him, but knew that Gibbs was looking in that direction and that by the anger in his eyes it was Tony, walking in as casually as ever, late and proud of it. She was silently proud of it, too, if they managed to make it through the day, that is.
"DiNozzo. Nice of you to join us. Care to share why you're late?" Gibbs asked, as though he was a high school teacher instead of their boss.
"Overslept," he said quietly.
That was a flat-out lie. His cheeks were a little red.
"Funny," Gibbs said. "Seems Ziva did the same thing. Don't let it happen again."
"I won't," Tony said quietly.
"Sure you won't," Gibbs said rolling his eyes and glaring at Tony's chair, indicating that he should sit down.
There were no cases, so it was easy enough to glance up at each other and get lost in each other's eyes for Tony and Ziva. They had to fight to not move across the squad room.
Ziva was definitely struggling this morning. She had so enjoyed her time with Tony and it seemed that the more time they spent together the more she wanted to spend with him and the more they were physical the more physical she wanted to be with him.
She was lost in her thoughts now. She was thinking back to that morning and remembering. She remembered the way he touched her soft skin and the way his lips caressed her body. She was remembering the feel of Tony everywhere. She smiled to herself and knew that she was staring off in his direction absentmindedly. She was having a hard time not getting up and going over to where he was.
Tony was lost in his thoughts as well. He was remembering their morning also. He was remembering the way she whispered his name and look in her eyes as she fell to pieces and the way she loved him with everything she had. He remembered the way her hands ghosted up his back to ask for more and the way she grasped onto him when she was pleased. He was smiling in her direction. He was having a hard time not getting up and crossing the squad room to go to her.
Yet, somehow in this their eyes weren't meeting. They were just lost in their thoughts and happened to be staring in each other's direction.
"You two getting lunch or what?" Gibbs asked, fighting a smirk that was threatening to cross his face. "Or are you having wonderful daydreams?"
They both jumped and got up to go for lunch together in the Navy Yard, without saying a word to each other. They simply couldn't slip in front of Gibbs and there they were, in front of Gibbs, and falling apart at the seems.
Gibbs smirked as they glanced at him. He couldn't fight it any longer. These two were clearly in deep and there wasn't a thing he could say or do about it. Honestly, he was happy for the two of them. Too bad the others didn't know what he had guessed at or what he had done to help it along. He was sure that gossiping Abby would be proud of him, since she quietly known that these two would get together sooner or later. She was still hoping for it, but she wasn't seeing the looks in their eyes right now.
A/N – So, here is another chapter. It looks like Tony and Ziva are going more than the right direction. In deep for these two is kind of an understatement since they are totally lost in their own thoughts, but Gibbs was never one for words. Leave a review.