A/N: how the heck do people come up with titles? Anyhoo, Tiva, on the beach.
Day 4: Write about a warm winter.
He lets the sand grains slip through his fingers and watches them fall onto her toned stomach.
"Tony, what are you doing?" She looks up from her book, annoyance written all over her face. That's not enough to wipe the smile off of his, though.
He's been watching her tanned body get even more tanned for an hour. Who said he had trouble focusing?
A full hour of 'look don't touch' is more than enough in his book, so he slowly wipes the sand away, the rough grains contrasting with her smooth skin. She rolls her eyes and returns to her book.
No. No, that won't do.
So he repeats the action, a little higher up her body this time.
She puts down the book and glares. "If you think you can bury me without me noticing, you have another thing coming."
"Well," he says and wipes the sand away again, his hand lingering on her ribcage. "Think of it this way, if I hadn't convinced Gibbs to give us both time off, I'd be burying you in snow right now."
She scrunches her nose, but turns on her side anyway and stares at him. He's secretly relieved she finally focuses her attention on him instead of the damn book.
"And you'd be wearing very unattractive thermal underwear instead of a skimpy bikini." He lets his fingers dance over her side and the corners of her mouth curve upwards slightly.
"Last winter you said my thermal underwear looked hot."
"That's because I was trying to get you out of it."
Ziva slaps his arm lightly, but her dilating pupils tell him she remembers that night as fondly as he does. He leans forward and slowly caresses her lips with his, then pulls back; his swim shorts won't hide anything if things get out of hand. And they often did.
"I could get used to a warm winter," he murmured. "Even if it's only for one week."
"It will feel extra cold when we get back home."
Tony groans and flops down on his back, eyes closed. "Don't remind me, just let me enjoy the warmth in peace."
A stream of sand falling onto his stomach makes him open his eyes. He watches her hand brush it away, the tips of her fingers venturing too close to the hem of his shorts. It was getting a little warm, they should probably get out of the sun, and public eye, soon.
The mischievous grin and glint in her eye aren't exactly helping to cool things down, either.
"We will find a way to heat things up," she says huskily as her eyes roam his body.
Yep, definitely too hot to stay outside any longer.
