Please enjoy my smutty gift to make up from these long waited chapters…
Ziva blinked back sleep to meet the first rays of the rising sun peeking under the half-closed window shade. She took a moment to simply revel in the warmth she felt enveloped in Tony's embrace. Her back tucked into Tony's chest, and his body wrapped around her. She smiled thinking that she had dresses that didn't cover as much of her as Tony was right now.
Save for that first night back in Cape May, when he'd surprised her with breakfast, Ziva always woke first. She would happily have stayed nestled against him if she didn't need to use the restroom. Knowing that it would take her a few minutes to wriggle her entangled limbs from his, she started the process of unwrapping herself from his embrace.
Ziva thought of this escape as a game that she played each morning. And it was one that made her wake up with a smile. She couldn't simply pull herself from Tony's arms. If she moved suddenly, his arms tightened around her. Ziva had to slowly unwrap herself from his elaborately woven grip.
Currently, Tony's right arm was over her body, curved around her stomach, and his left snaked up under her head to clasp her far shoulder. His body pressed up against her back, his face buried in her hair. He was bent slightly at the waist, tucking her butt into his groin. Ziva inched her head forward to check if Tony's head rested on her hair. Her free movement told her that it was not. She slowly unwrapped his left hand from her shoulder. Once the grip was free she guided it to rest down on the mattress. Next she worked on the arm curled around the top of her body. She worked the arm out straight, inching herself away from his chest. She rolled onto her back and worked her way down the length of his arm until she reached his hand. Before she slid out completely, she placed a kiss on the inside of his palm. She'd done this the first time she'd climbed out from his arms while he'd been asleep. It was her silent apology for leaving him, and her promise that she would be back shortly. She slid out completely and gently placed his arm back down on the bed.
She snuck out and made her way to the bathroom. When she came back into the bedroom a minute later, Tony lay sprawled across the bed. He'd rolled onto his back in a dramatic display. One arm poked out to the side, and the other draped across his chest. One leg stretched out on a diagonal, while the other, wrapped half in the sheets, was bent at the knee.
She covered her mouth to muffle her laughter. Right now he just looked so…Tony. There he was, in all his bare-naked glory, somehow managing to look both adorable and stunningly handsome at the same time. That dichotomy was one of the many things she loved about him. He could be two things at once; both the frat boy and the devoted lover, and both the prankster and the loyal partner. This had annoyed her when she first met him, well maybe intrigued her was the correct word. He was like two sides of one very adorable coin. And every time she was sure she'd finally figured him out he'd do something so unexpected that she had to look at him with new eyes.
She came up to the side of the bed and looked down at him. She brushed his hair off his forehead, and then ran a finger down his brow to cup his cheek. He had such beautiful features. She imagined that a great artist could have sculpted his face out of clay. She could see agile hands molding the material into his strong brow and handsome jaw. If she was an artist this is the face she would create. She ran her fingers across his jaw and imagined shaping the clay into his form. She would work and work with that piece of pliable material until these features emerged from her hands. She would pry and press, mold and shape, until she drew these lines from the clay.
She smiled and chuckled down at him. He was lucky she didn't kill him when he'd surprised her in the middle of the night. She'd surprised herself when she didn't automatically panic. She'd been dead asleep when he shook her awake and thrust himself inside of her. It had either been very bold, or very stupid on his part, and probably a combination of the two. And for a second she had panicked. He was shaking, and coiled as tight as a spring around her back when she felt him fill her. And she hadn't been ready, so he hadn't slid easily into her. Then he'd spoken and she'd known it was him. She wondered what he'd been thinking about to have needed her so badly.
Ziva bit her lip and warmth flooded into her body. She smirked down at his sleeping form. She reached over to the alarm, set 30 minutes from then, and switched it off. She knew exactly how she was going to wake Tony this morning.
Tony was riding the ocean. He glided on its surface, swaying up and down as the waves rolled underneath him. His body rocked as a wave slid below him and lifted him to its crest. His stomach flipped in euphoria as he rode down the side of the wave. His insides only caught up with him for a split second as the wave dipped him down. A dreamy smile washed over his face as another wave immediately rocked him back and lifted him yet again. Tony felt high, craving another euphoric burst as his stomach dropped off the peak. He hit the crest of the wave with such delirious force that it drew a cry from his lips.
He moaned as his body started to slide down the wave, and down, and down, and down…into darkness. He clenched his stomach muscles to try and find what he'd left behind. He limbs felt disjointed, and he was still falling. Sparks of light flittered into the darkness as he kept riding down. He was falling from an impossible height. There was a small voice of reason that reminded him that the farther you fall the harder you hit the ground. But that voice was a whisper against the screaming pleasure of the fall.
He was rocked hard, and then flung back skyward. It was as if he'd fallen deep into a net, which had taken all of his weight from the fall and used that to toss him back up into the air. His stomach flipped over as the sensations doubled and he shot up into the sky. The darkness flipped with his stomach into the shocking brightness overhead. He moaned with the euphoria that ravished his senses as forces tossed him about like a ragdoll.
His brain short-circuited as he flew through air without a net to catch him. He fought to hold onto the perfect feeling. He lost the fight in a single instant when consciousness crashed into him. Tony's body levitated off the bed as his eyes snapped open.
Ziva watched Tony's facial muscles begin to twitch. Then her eyes noticed that his fingertips had also started to move as if he was playing an imaginary piano. He moaned into her touch. She gripped his hardness in her hand, wrapped her lips around his cock, and slid her mouth down his length. She was watching his face when his eyes snapped open to look back at her.
There was nothing jovial about how Tony looked at Ziva. His eyes communicated one thing, and that was lust. He snapped out of his dream to see Ziva on her knees in between his legs, with a hand around his cock, and her lips clasped over the head of his dick. He thought that this must be the most incredible sight he'd ever seen. She was gorgeous, with her disheveled hair haloing her stunning face that was all her hollowed cheeks and puckered lips as she sucked him. When she slid her mouth down until he hit the roof of her mouth his stomach muscles contracted so tightly that it pulled his torso up off the bed. His mouth dropped into a roar as his body levitated towards her.
"Fuck, Ziva yes." His hands flew to her head with the automatic response to push her head further down. Right before he pressed her onto him, sanity fought through and stopped him. He fisted her hair in a death grip for a split second and then let go to grip wildly at the mattress.
Ziva stared back at Tony and was stabbed with desire at the look in his eye. He looked primal, almost feral, and his need directed straight at her. Her body tightened and wetness pooled between her legs as Tony yelled to her. She felt his hands grip her head, and then her hair, as he fought to keep from pushing her down. His muscles flexed and stood out in his neck as he forced himself to drop her hair and grip the sheets on the bed.
Ziva kept her eyes glued to his as she let the head of Tony's cock run across the roof of her mouth as she took him deeper. She kept eye contact with him as long as possible as she tilted her head forward, sliding him further into her mouth. She only broke their mutual stare when she removed her hand, tilted even further forward, and took him into her throat up to the hilt.
"Oh my god! Ziva, yes!" Tony's voice was deep and primal and he yelled to her.
She kept him deep for as long as she could, sucking him in, until her throat closed. She let him slide out of her mouth with a smacking noise as she gasped in much-needed oxygen. She barely let Tony's cock slurp out of her mouth before she gripped him in her hand and started to stoke him.
Ziva tossed her head back to free her face from the hair that had started creeping forward. Her eyes landed back on Tony's and she gave him the sexiest smile he'd ever seen.
"Good morning." She said playfully to him.
Tony was sure that this was the best morning of his life, and that Ziva was the most beautiful and incredible woman alive. "Good is the understatement of the century. You're incredible."
"I hope you do not mind," she said coyly, "I simply could not wait to taste you." She smiled again before she dipped down and took him back into her mouth.
"Oh. My. God!" Tony reiterated as Ziva slid back down his shaft.
Ziva moaned with pleasure as she slowly sucked him back into her mouth. She treated his cock like it was the best meal she'd ever tasted, as she sucked and savored him. She let her moans vibrate around his shaft and she slowly slid her way up and down his length.
"Ziva, I'm close already." He felt like he was half way there when his eyes snapped open. He couldn't last much longer in this early morning hour with her working him like she was.
She responded with a moaning hum of enjoyment that almost sent him over the edge.
"Oh my god, Ziva. Are you trying to kill me? I want to last for a little while." Tony wasn't proud of it, but his male pride couldn't live with him only lasting for 30 seconds with her.
Ziva chuckled around his cock, which almost sent him spilling into her mouth, but then eased off the pressure. She moved up and down his shaft slowly until the very worse of Tony's tension had subsided. She settled in to a soothing rhythm, which felt oh so good. She 'mmmmm'd' along his length as she focused on the wonderful journey, and not solely the destination.
Ziva slid up his shaft and removed her mouth completely for a second. She locked eyes with Tony as she placed a delicate kiss on the very top of his head. She snaked her tongue out and lightly pressed the tip into the hole at the incredibly sensitive tip of his cock. Tony's body jerked and his mouth opened wide with a cry. His hands moved up to her shoulders where he gripped her once hard before making a conscious effort to be gentle.
Ziva closed her lips and sucked his head back into her mouth. Tony gripped her shoulders again hard as his cock squeezed through her tight lips. Ziva paused for a moment to give him a wink, and almost a heart attack, as she focused her talented mouth on his head. She curled her tongue around his head and flicked and rolled around the top. Then she focused all her ministrations on flicking her tongue over the most sensitive bundle of nerves directly.
"Right there." Tony begged as he gripped into her shoulders. "Oh my god." Tony's stomach muscles flexed and he was sure they'd be sore before Ziva was finished with him. But he would have walked through fire for this treatment, and if he was sore it would only remind him of this amazing present.
Ziva licked and sucked and swirled and curled her tongue around his head without ever breaking eye contact with him. Tony was sure that it couldn't possibly become any more visually incredible until Ziva lifted her free hand to hold her hair to one side and slid Tony's cock so that it popped out the side of her cheek. She tilted her head and held her hair away as she let his cock run back and forth across the soft skin on the inside of her cheek.
Tony lifted one had from her shoulder to cradle her lower cheek as his cock pressed out of the other. Then Ziva swapped sides, pressing the head of his cock out of her other cheek right into his hand. She rolled it back and forth so that Tony could feel it moving against his palm. She pulled her head away, letting his cock pop out, as she grabbed his hand and sucked two of his fingers into her mouth. She held the back of his hand in hers, letting her thumb trace circles on the inside as she sucked greedily on his fingers. She sucked down to his fingertips, and then sucked back up his middle finger. Then sucked down its length letting the underside of his run against her bottom teeth. She repeated the same motion on his pointer finger, sucking up and then down, until just the pad of his finger was left in her mouth. She opened her lips into a smile and ran the pad of his finger through her teeth.
"Oh my god." Was all that Tony could seem to say as his finger slipped out of her smiling mouth.
Ziva kept that smile on her face and she dove down to his balls. She flattened her tongue out wide licked up, down, and around his balls. She kissed his skin, gently sucking on the sensitive skin. Tony hissed as she sucked one into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his ball, before letting that one slide out and sucking in the other. Instead of letting that one slide out she simply sucked the other one in to join and very lightly tugged them away from his body. Tony gasped then moaned as his balls grew tight and his dick grew ever harder in her hand. And then Ziva moaned shooting vibrations throughout the very core of him. Tony's fingers dug into her shoulder as he yelled out.
She let his balls slip out of his mouth and licked her flat tongue back up the underside of his cock. Right before she reached the head she flipped her tongue to point upwards flicking into his patch of intensely sensitive nerves. Every muscle in Tony's body contracted as his hips bucked and she rolled her tongue against that most perfect spot. As Tony's hips bucked upwards Ziva closed her lips back around his head and slid back down his shaft. As soon as he was buried to the hilt she started a rhythmic pace up and down his length. She let her mouth glide up and down his shaft with her fingers rolling across the top of his cock as her tongue pressed against the bottom. This was without doubt the most visually stimulating blowjob he'd ever received. And Tony was very receptive to visual stimuli.
"Ziva. Oh god. I'm close." Tony warned her.
She responded with a hum of agreement against his steel hard shaft before tilting her head forward and engulfing his entire cock taking him deep into the back of her throat. And then, dear sweet amazing Ziva, swallowed while she held him deep inside her throat. The motion of her throat muscles contracting and waving downward massaged his cock like he'd never felt before. Tony screamed to the ceiling as his hands gripped hard into her shoulders.
As soon as Ziva swallowed around his cock she closed her lips tight, hallowed her checks, and sucked up his length until his cock slurped out of her mouth. And as soon as it popped out Ziva was back down on him with her mouth and hand. She increased the grip of her hand and the pressure of her mouth as she moved quickly up and down. She watched Tony's facial muscles tremble right before he roared, bucking into her mouth and pumped hot streams into her.
Tony came with such force that it was like a kick to the stomach. It was a hard kick and then the most intense burst of pure euphoria he'd ever felt. White-hot fire burst through his veins, as every cell in his body began to buzz. He may have screamed, and he probably did, but all he heard in his ears was a ringing as tidal wave of pleasure shot through his body. He pumped and pumped into her hot mouth as she kept on sucking on him until he was sure his own body had turned inside out. When Tony yelled with his final blast it was as it a bomb had detonated from his insides. The force rocked him so hard that he felt like he might be blown apart. And then as quickly as the perfect intensity had overloaded his sensations, he sagged with a mind numbing sense of post-coital bliss. His body felt warm like he was lying under the warm rays of the sun, and that wonderfully sated feeling numbed his limbs. The only part of his body that he could still feel was his cock between Ziva's warm lips as she brought them up and free of his cock to swallow deeply. She locked eyes with him as she went back down to lick up the cum that had escaped her first attempt. And then this incredible wanton goddess let out a purring murmur of enjoyment as her lips curved up into a smile.
"Oh. My. God!" Tony repeated. His body felt like jelly as he sunk into the mattress beneath him. All he could do was stare open-mouthed at Ziva's perfect close-lipped smile as she crept up his body on her hands and knees.
Ziva crawled up until her face hovered above his. She dipped her head down and placed the most delicate kiss against his lips. It was feather light, yet caused Tony's entire body to flash with heat. He could taste himself on her, salty and sweet. Ziva pulled her lips back an inch before she let out the most perfect moan of enjoyment he'd ever heard. It was low, and primal, and Tony could feel the buzzing vibrations throughout her body even though she was no longer touching him. He was dumbstruck beneath her.
Ziva whispered, in the most provocative, alluring voice that sent him spinning anew. "You taste good." She placed another feather light kiss onto his lips before she pushed back from Tony and up off the bed.
She then casually walked into the bathroom, her hips sashaying behind her. "Feel free to join me in the shower." She purred back to him. "Take your time. There is no rush." She assured him before she disappeared into the bathroom.
"Oh. My. God." Tony repeated again after she'd disappeared into the bathroom. He was impossibly heavy on the mattress as every cell in his body buzzed with contented pleasure. He closed his eyes and drank in the feeling. His lips curved up into a blissful smile as his body sang with delight. He didn't know which felt better; the feeling of sated bliss, or the excitement from knowing she was waiting for him in the shower.
Tony and Ziva pulled up in front of Gibbs' house two hours later with coffee and muffins to share. They found McGee alone in the basement.
"McLonely, where's the rest of our merry little group?" Tony asked cheerfully. He couldn't seem to wipe the huge smile off his face ever since Ziva had woken him.
"They went out for breakfast. Gibbs left a note." McGee grumbled. "Thank god you brought coffee."
"You did not sleep well?" Ziva asked as she handed Tim his coffee.
"I was up half the night trying to figure out where Hydar is hiding." He sucked down a huge gulp of the hot coffee then winced as it burned his tongue. "I can't sleep when there's a puzzle I haven't solved. You two seem chipper this morning." He accused Tony.
"McCranky. Ziva woke me up with a smile." He paused and thought. "Gibbs left a note? That doesn't sound like him."
"Well, the note definitely sounds like him." McGee held up the sheet of paper that held Gibbs scrawled words and read it aloud. "Late night. Breakfast w/Wayne. –Gibbs."
"Yup. That's our boss. A master of communication." Tony said sarcastically. "So, did you solve the puzzle last night?"
"No." McGee said sadly. "It's impossible without any resources. I can't wait until we're all back at NCIS."
Tony and Ziva exchanged a knowing glance. But this wasn't the time to share their decision to resign from fieldwork.
"Why don't you show me what you did learn. I'm sure you're getting close." Tony encouraged him.
"I wish I could say I was." McGee groaned. "But it's impossible!"
"We found him." Gibbs voice boomed from the top of the stairs.
"Well," McGee swallowed his words, "maybe not impossible."
"Where is he?" Tony asked.
"Fornell has him." He and Captain Wayne descended the basement stairs and happily took the coffees Ziva handed them.
"How did you figure that out?" Ziva asked.
Gibbs shrugged. "This whole ordeal was orchestrated for us to find Hydar. I figured that they must have put him somewhere I could get to him."
"Should we go get him?" Tony asked.
McGee spoke. "I think we need to take a step back and look at the whole picture. I think there's more to this story than just killing Hydar."
"Okay. Go for it, McGee." Gibbs urged him.
McGee took a deep breath and started to speak. "We know that Hydar is at the center of this. He recruits Adam Eshel. Hydar uses Adam to approach Bodnar and convince him to kill Eli David. Bodnar arranges a hit on Eli, having him killed here. Hydar takes that opportunity to offer Intel to the US government. He offers a solution in exchange for an immunity deal. That solution is to have the CIA kill Kazmi, which sets up Bodnar as the fall guy. We sick Israel and Iran against each other to fight and Hydar is left here, in the US, with complete immunity. Why does he want to be in the US? And what threat does he pose?"
"Yes, McGee, that is the question we're all asking." Tony said sarcastically.
"If we find out that we signed a deal with the devil, why don't we just kill him? We're missing something." McGee summed up what they were all questioning.
"You left something out." Gibbs added.
"What?"
"The head. Why the hell did Lt. Chad McBride's head get sent to us?" Gibbs emphasized.
"I thought that was to get Captain Wayne involved." Tony added.
"There were easier ways to do that." Gibbs reasoned. "It was an irradiated, tortured, severed head of a US Navy Seal." He turned to Captain Wayne. "What if this is about what Lieutenant Chad McBride was doing over there. What was he doing?" He asked Wayne.
"Uh oh." Captain Wayne blurted.
"Would you care to elaborate?" Gibbs urged him.
"I didn't put it all together. Lieutenant McBride was doing recon into a new terror cell. They came out of nowhere. Very well funded. We have almost no Intel on them."
"Then what makes you think that's the connection? McBride's head was sent from Saudi Arabia, not Iran." McGee reminded him.
"Yes, he was in Saudi Arabia to follow a lead. But the cell he was looking into is based in Iran. The Intel we did have about them is chatter about some weapons coming to Iran from China. Neutron bombs. They're designed to penetrate heavily shielded armor. The blast and heat are minimal. They kill by releasing lethal waves of neutron and gamma radiation. The thought is minimal damage to buildings and structures, but maximum human casualties from the radiation. We didn't think it was possible that the chatter was true."
"So, it is possible that Hydar is linked to this cell?" Ziva asked.
"I think we should look into this and try to follow this path." Wayne offered.
"So the US signed a deal with a terrorist?" Tony mused.
"I think there's a good possibility that's the case." Gibbs said. "Let's get back to work and find out."
It didn't take long to put the pieces together after that. Shmeil was the most helpful. His network of connections focused on that precise area. Even Shmeil hadn't known that Zamir Hydar was same man who ran the group. The group didn't even have a name yet. But once they asked the right questions they got the right answers. And they came quickly. By the end of that same day they'd put the pieces together.
McGee summed up what they'd learned. "So there's a new terror cell in Iran with serious weapons, and their leader has a signed and stamped letter from the US government giving him full immunity."
Tony continued. "That document would be devastating for our country if it were released. That's why we can't just kill Hydar. We can't let anyone know we signed a deal with a terrorist. They'll release the immunity agreement."
"And don't forget that the Parsons is waiting in the wings with full cases against all of us." Ziva reminded them.
"They planned ahead. We take the fall if this goes bad. Anything goes south and they can just point the fingers at the group of misfits that they've building a case against." Tony added.
"The same case they have been holding over our heads for leverage to get us all involved." Ziva said.
"What the hell do they expect us to do? How are we supposed to fix this?" McGee asked.
"If they had a solution then they wouldn't need us." Gibbs said obviously. "I think the point here is that we either fix this, or fall trying. We're either the heroes or the villains. And we're the perfect patsies if we mess this up."
Tony and Ziva returned to his apartment for the evening. Tony tossed his keys on the table near the door and locked the door after them. He turned and walked straight into Ziva when she stopped abruptly in her tracks and spun around to face him. He laughed as his arms flew around her for balance after the collision.
"Hi, Z." He placed a kiss on her forehead.
Ziva cocked her head to the side. "Last night," she started, "what were you thinking about when you woke me?"
Tony chuckled. "I'm just glad you think I woke you up first. I really did think you were saying 'yes' to what I was doing."
Ziva gave him an alluring close-lipped smile. "You are very lucky you did not lose an eye, or worse." She raised her brows and glanced down to his groin to clarify her implication.
Tony's eyes grew wide and a hand involuntary moved to cup himself. He swallowed nervously. "Yeah, I'm really sorry about that."
Ziva chuckled. "Do not be. It was quite…pleasurable." She drew the last word out seductively. "And very brave. But I am curious as to what brought on your urgent need?"
Tony blushed ever so slightly and shrugged. "I don't know. I was having a dream about you. I think you can guess what we were doing in that dream." He flashed her a smile. "But one second you were in my arms, and then you just vanished. I guess I panicked. I didn't understand that it was a dream and that I had woken up, all I knew is that you were gone." Tony looked back at her all big eyes and heart.
"Do you want to move in together?" Ziva blurted.
Tony was flabbergasted by her question. He had to look her in the eye to check if she was serious. To say he was shocked would be an understatement.
Ziva gave him a shy smile. "I cannot have you waking up without me in the middle of the night like that." She paused for a moment, and then continued without letting him speak. "I understand if you feel it is too soon." She told him.
Tony realized that she'd taken his shocked silence as doubt. "Are you kidding me? I couldn't be happier."
Ziva laughed with delight. "Is that a yes?"
"That's an 'of course'." Tony implored to her. "I'll follow you anywhere. I love you, Ziva."
"I love you too." She told him back.
"Where should we live? What area do you like? Should we get a place with a yard?" He spoke a mile a minute like an over excited child.
"Actually, I would consider moving in here. You did just get that bed. And it would be so much work to move your DVD collection." She smiled playfully.
Tony grabbed his keys and started towards his door.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"We're going to get your stuff right now, before you change your mind."
"My mind is certain. And moving is not what I would like to do right now." She bit her lip and looked Tony up and down from head to toe. "I think I will throw on one of the dresses you bought for me. You have a roof, no?"
Tony dropped his keys onto the floor. "Lucky for you, I don't simply have a roof, I have a roof deck. You're going to love the view from up there."
"You should open a bottle of wine to bring with us. We may be up there for awhile."
Tony groaned in anticipation. "Did I mention that I love you?"
Ziva slinked up to Tony and brought her lips to his ear. "Just wait until you see what I am planning on doing to you." She held her lips to his ear and purred long and loud. Tony almost lost his knees before the fun had even begun.
Gibbs and Wayne sat in the basement long after everyone else had gone. He'd grown fond of Wayne, and enjoyed his company. Since this mission had begun he'd spent many night with Wayne sipping bourbon in his basement.
"You should be flattered that they went through so much trouble to get you." Wayne told Gibbs, in an attempt to bring some modicum of positivity to the situation.
Gibbs shook his head at Wayne's compliment. "They didn't just need me. They needed my entire team." He pressed his hands to his temples and tried to massage an idea out. When that didn't work he downed his glass of bourbon. He threw his head back to down the glass, and when he came back up the idea hit him hard. He smiled.
"What?" Wayne asked. Gibbs' sudden movement hadn't gone unnoticed.
"I have an idea." Gibbs declared.
"Is it a good one?"
Gibbs laughed. "Right now, it's all we've got."
Look forward to the final chapters by this weekend:)