Enjoying
The remainder of the evening was filled with sweet nothings and a long walk on the beach as Ziva kept glancing down at the ring that now sat on her left ring-finger. It had been his mother's ring and she knew it and it was beautiful, elegant, small, and intricate. It was perfect for their relationship and she knew it. He had obviously known it too, since he had given it to her to wear.
Every time Ziva's eyes shot down to her left hand, Tony would squeeze it and glance there too, with a broad smile on his face. He didn't fail to notice that she kept glancing at the ring a lot and smiling softly at it, with tears in her eyes. He would occasionally interrupt the walk, just to pull her in for a kiss, as they were still both overwhelmed by emotions that they had long denied themselves and happiness that they couldn't put into words.
The rest of the vacation was pleasant more than pleasant. They had gone on a few more dinners, but mostly, they kept to the beach and the ocean. They enjoyed each other's company too much to not get lost in each other and this was definitely good for them. They spent a lot of time locked up in their small room, without coming out for any reason other than eating and using the bathroom.
Neither one of them wanted the vacation to end, however, reality was still pretty good for them. They had their job, which was something they both enjoyed doing, especially since they were working together; they had their apartment, which was something they shared and enjoyed living in together; they had their strange little family. Both of them missed the others at NCIS, but were totally lost in each other. They missed Abby's small strange habits (such as talking to her machines), they missed Gibbs careful watch over them and his glare when they were misbehaving in the office. They missed McGee's geeky side as well as his kind and sweet side. They missed Ducky's stories and they missed Palmer's awkwardness. They even missed Vance standing on the catwalk glaring down at the team and making sure they were doing everything by the books.
So, when it came time to pack to go home, they couldn't bring themselves to complain about it, because they both wanted to test this new intimacy, closeness, and love in reality, because reality was like a dream come true to them. They always had each other and they never got tired of having each other.
They packed slowly the night before returning. They were silent through most of it, sharing little things as they remembered them (like when Ziva pulled Tony's T-shirt that he had given her in Paris out of her drawer).
They were nearly done packing when Ziva turned around, catching the light of the sunset glittering off her ring. Sunsets apparently seemed to be a good time of day, since they had begun their relationship immediately after a sunset and Tony had begun to set the mood of his proposal around sunset a few days ago.
Ziva was smiling at Tony and Tony looked up, returning her smile. She walked over to him, pulling his shirt out of his hands and placing it carefully into his bag that he was trying to finish packing. She pulled his hands and pulled him closer to her and away from the suitcase, which was sitting on a table. She pulled him back toward the bed, where they had shared so many intimate moments.
Ziva looked into his eyes. There was a glowing intensity of absolute adoration and love there that was filling her so completely that to some she might be considered unrecognizable. Tony smiled down at her as his own intense gaze bore into her. He leaned in first and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.
She slowly wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, instantly finding the base of his hair and running her fingers through it. His hands mimicked hers. She needed the intimate moments more with Tony than she had ever thought possible, because she was someone who didn't usually rely on other people or trust them to any point. However, Ziva always wanted to be closer to Tony.
He pulled her tighter, as though sensing her need to be closer to him, though he definitely needed her closer as well. They became tangled in the kiss quickly, but there was nothing rushed about it, just pure passion pouring out of the two of them.
Ziva ran one hand down Tony's spine and smiled against his lips as she felt him quiver in delight under her touch. His hand, again, mimicked hers, as though to tell her what she was doing to him.
When his fingers traced gently down her spine, her body shuddered in his grip and she pressed into him more, asking for him to keep doing what he was doing to her. His hand made it to the base of her torso and took hold of the bottom of her shirt for a moment, before he let go of that and traced the skin that was meeting the top of her pants.
"Tony," she whispered into his mouth as she gasped at the sensation of his hands on her bare stomach.
She could never get used to that feeling, just as she knew that she could never get used to his love. He grabbed her hip and pulled her closer to him, lifting her shirt up and tracing the curve of her hips and waist gently.
"Tony," she whispered again, but this time there was some urgency in her voice and he smirked as he slowly pulled her shirt up over her head.
"Always, Ziva," he whispered to her and then, kissed her with more urgency than before, more need and desire, since he was just as ready for her as she was for him, no matter the time of place.
They got lost in each other quickly and forgot about the packing. But, they had until noon tomorrow to be checked out of the hotel and until two to get on the plane in Honolulu.
A/N – I had to throw in some more mush! Mush is fun for me to write and I hope its fun for you to read. They are so unbearably happy right now and they are in a small piece of heaven that they created together to share with only each other. Review and let me know what you think!