One More Day

Disclaimer: I do not own and am not affiliated with NCIS, CBS or any of its properties. Though I wish I did and then I'd bring back Ziva!

Author's note: This section is rated M. Please do not continue to read if you are offended by sex scenes. (Note: the original chapter was toned down slightly but there is still a description of a sex scene).

That was all he needed to hear; Tony crashed his lips to her and their kiss consumed them whole. Their bodies pressed into each other trying to get close, not wanting anything between them. Ziva pulled Tony's shirt from his body as he did the same to her top. She stepped back and took a breath before pulling her gun from her waistband and tossing it onto a chair. They shed their pants and shoes from their bodies and stepped into each other again.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, held him tight and kissed him. The moment stretched out as they savored each other. Tony's fingers danced over her waist and she shivered, pressed closer. He whispered her name against her mouth, a soft sound, no more than a breath, but Ziva felt it move through her, caress her.

Tony broke the kiss and walked her the few steps to the bed, mouth still on hers, hands guiding her. He set her on the bed and knelt before her almost reverently to kiss her belly, her breasts.

Ziva moaned and took his hands, twining her fingers with his as he worshipped her. As they worshipped each other.

Ziva pulled him to her, wanting to feel his skin against hers. His touch along her body. Winding her arms around him, she held him close, kissed his neck, his shoulder, his mouth.

Trembling, Ziva opened her legs and cradled him as he filled her with one long, slow stroke and she shuddered in his embrace. Ziva knew she'd never want anyone else to touch her like this; she was lost to Tony, lost to every feeling, every laugh, every hurt, every stare they'd ever held between them. Tony watched her steadily, love mingled with need in his eyes and she enveloped him.

Ziva held tight fingertips digging into him as she strained to be as close to him as possible. Every fiber of her hummed with her need for Tony. Her love for him.

She snapped, crying out his name, waves of white hot need crashing over her. He continued to move, but she didn't need to open her eyes to know he watched her with that same mix of love and need, his entire being focused on her. But she did open them, and she saw his look. He cried out her name, his climax ripping through him as he held her to his chest tightly.

They held each other for hours with no words. Just the sound of their breath and hearts.

Night descended and Ziva could hear the catcalls and dirty comments floating up from the street. She had chosen this area because no one asked questions but she regretted that this, between them, had to happen now; in such a place.

How was she going to let him go? She could not abandon her mission. It was too important. Too much rested on her success.

Ziva swallowed against the rising emotion in her throat when she felt Tony staring at her in the darkened room; the only light was the street light that seeped in through the closed blinds casting thin horizontal shadows across Tony's face.

"Come home with me," Tony whispered into the silence.

"Tony-"

"For awhile?" Tony's voice was barely above a hush and full of emotion.

Ziva wanted to scream. She wanted to protect these hours and erase them at the same time. What had she done? She should have told Tony to leave, she should have told him he was a fool who was just a friend to her and nothing more. She should have lied through her teeth and told him to get the hell away from her. What had she done?

Ziva turned her head away from Tony and tried to leave the bed but Tony held her firm.

"Ziva," Tony held her about the waist, "don't do this. Don't pull away not now."

"It would hurt more if I did not pull away."

Tony moved over her, stared down at her, "There is nothing that would make this hurt any less. We aren't a couple of kids who had a summer fling and now can't bear to part."

Ziva sat up and Tony sat next to her, his arms holding her tight.

"We know each other," Tony continued. "We knew every bit of each other even without ever having slept together. We are a part of each other. I couldn't remove you from my heart any easier than I could remove my heart. You are my life. Give me some time, please. Come home - even for just a little while."

Ziva bit her lip then leaned her head on Tony's shoulder. "Eight days," she whispered. "I can only give you eight days. And then I have to leave you." Ziva shook in his arms, tears slipping down her cheeks quietly. "Tony, after these eight days, we may never have any more. Is it not better to say goodbye now?"

"No," Tony kissed the top of her head. "Eight days. They're mine."