A/N: I made it! Thank you for all the support, it motivated me to keep going all those times I wanted to quit.
I decided to make this last one Tiva, like seriously Tiva, as in, if I hadn't stopped writing when I did, global warming would've accelerated even faster, and I would've had to up the rating to Mature.
Day 30: Write about facilities shut down due to the snow.
"What are you doing here," Tony asked, running a hand through sleep-tousled hair.
"I am picking you up, as agreed." Ziva looked him up and down and checked her watch. Why wasn't he dressed yet, when she was actually 15 minutes late?
"Didn't you get the text last night? Navy Yard's shut down; no electricity, no heating, and you know, the whole blizzard forecast." He waved a hand in the general direction of a window.
"Oh, my phone died. And then the electricity went out, so I couldn't charge it."
"Yes," Tony said, "because of the blizzard."
He stared at her, any trace of sleep gone from his eyes. "Wait, you drove here?"
Ziva scoffed. "Of course I did. There was no traffic."
"Because of the blizzard. No sane person would drive around in a blizzard," Tony said and raised an eyebrow. "Oh right…"
Ziva made a face at the comment. "How else was I supposed to pick you up?"
"You weren't," he said exasperated, "because of the blizzard."
She rolled her eyes. There was no point arguing about this. If work was shut down for the day, she might as well go home and catch up on some reading.
"Fine, I'm going home, then."
Ziva turned to leave, but Tony grabbed her by the arm, cussing. "You're staying here." He let go of her arm and stepped back, opening the door wider.
"Why?"
Tony closed his eyes for a moment. "Because of the blizzard!"
Ziva huffed, but walked inside and made herself comfortable, anyway.
"I'm going to take a shower."
She briefly wondered whether she should remind him that there would be no hot water, but shrugged it off. A few minutes later she heard a yelp come from the bathroom and she grinned while thumbing through a GSM magazine she had found on the coffee table. He emerged, toweling his hair, wearing a long sleeve shirt and sweatpants.
"There's no hot water," he grumbled.
She smiled coyly, and said, "Because of the blizzard."
He gave her the stink eye, then sat down next to her. From the corner of her eye she saw him look around his living room.
"What did people do before there was electricity?"
"Read, huddle together for warmth." She leaned against him, it did feel a bit chilly in here.
Tony looked at her with a lopsided grin and rested his left arm on the back of the couch. He flicked her hair, then said, "I take it your desire to die in a cold white storm has passed, then?"
Ziva ignored his comment and turned to the next page. Holding up the magazine, she said, "I bet she could keep you warm as long as the heating's out."
His eyes went wide and he let out an uncomfortable laugh as he unsuccessfully made a grab for the magazine. "I usually don't keep that on the coffee table."
"No?" Ziva said with interest. "Where do you usually keep it? The bathroom? Bedroom?"
She laughed throatily as he bit his lip and started fidgeting. It wasn't really like him to get awkward when anything related to sex came up. True, they didn't tease each other as much as they used to, but she was bored. What did people do before electricity?
Turning her attention back to the magazine she flipped past a few more photos and stopped at an article on female erogenous zones.
"Have you read this?" she asked.
"I don't have to, I already know all of them."
He sounded way too cocky to let it slide. "Really? Prove it."
The words left her mouth before she well and truly realized what they implied. His eyes darkened considerably as he licked his lips.
"As in…an oral exam?" he asked in a husky voice.
Did the heating in his building suddenly turn back on?
"Perhaps a combination of oral and practical?" she suggested, and wondered what she was doing.
The lewd smile that appeared on his lips made her mouth go dry. And when his fingers started kneading the base of her skull she couldn't help her eyelids from fluttering.
"That's one," she said, as he opened his fingers wider and lightly stroked her scalp.
Tony took the magazine from her and threw it on the coffee table. He held onto her hand and gently ran his thumb over the inside of her wrist, the fingers of his left hand still gliding through her hair.
He locked eyes with her as he lifted her hand and touched his lips to her inner-wrist. "Two," she said, and licked her lips.
When he brought his face within inches of hers, she felt her body tingle with anticipation. She was briefly disappointed when he veered to the side, but then he lightly ran his tongue over the outline of her ear.
Ziva closed her eyes as he whispered "three", before sliding his lips and tongue to the sensitive spot behind her ear.
He lightly kissed down the side of her neck, all the way down to the collar of her sweater, then made his way back up to her jawline.
Her fingers dug into his hair. "Four," she said in a sultry voice, before kissing his bottom lip, then his top lip.
"Five," he breathed out and sucked on her lower lip.
His right hand slid down her side, fingers darting under the hem of her shirt as he kissed her jawline.
His fingers darted under the hem of her shirt and he kissed her jawline.
"Do you think this is what people did before electricity?" He kissed her neck again as his hand slid up her torso.
Ziva arched her neck. "They did have large families back then," she said in a smoky voice.
That probably had nothing to do with it, but thinking about anything other than sex was becoming increasingly hard. He hummed against her neck and guided her to lay back, his body on top of hers. Evidently, thinking wasn't the only thing that was getting harder.
Tony stopped kissing her neck and pecked her on the mouth again. "How am I doing so far?"
They locked gazes and she ran a hand down his back. "Oh," she tried to sound unimpressed but couldn't hide the fact that she was breathing heavier. "You're not even halfway."
His eyes sparkled as he kissed her again. "By the time this blizzard's over, I will have taken care of all your erogenous zones multiple times."
He grinned, and his hand underneath her shirt set her skin on fire. Who cared if the heating didn't work?
Ziva closed her eyes, arched into him, and breathed out, "I love winter."
