Hot, moist breath hit the crook of Tony's neck as he awoke from his slumber. The sunlight was coming in through the curtains covering his window. What a night, he smirked. He tipped his head down and collided his chin with the top of her head.
"Owwww," a raspy voice complained.
"Sorry, babe." Tony smiled, kissing the top of her head right by her widow's peak.
He felt her snuggle in closer to his neck, her nose pushed into his skin. "Go back to sleep," Ziva murmured.
"I'm not tired anymore," His left arm was asleep underneath her body, "But, it looks like I tuckered someone out last night"
She pinched him and he flinched, "Shut up,"
Tony rolled her on top of him more so, he could get his dead arm free from underneath her.
"Tonyyyy," she whined, gripping onto his chest hair with her hands.
"Ah! Ziva, do you mind?! That hurt!" a girly shriek came out of him once again.
"Then stop moving me." Her hands laid on his chest, right below his head. He brought up one of his hands and took hers in his own. His eyes trailed over the scars on her wrists and he brought her arm up to his lips, kissing the scars on her wrists tenderly.
She groaned, eyes still closed.
"I love you so much," He whispered into soft, brown hair.
"I…love…you…too…" she slurred, her breath evening out while she laid on top of him.
Chuckling, Tony laid her hands back down on his chest and watched her sleep, cozily in his arms. His arm came around her lower back, stroking gently up and down. He could feel the small scars that still existed from Somalia and her history before she knew him. It made him sick. How could someone so full of love, have endured this her whole entire life? As much as he wanted to, he wanted to blame Eli. He had put his daughter through hell and she never was able to be free from the existing world of Mossad. Gazing at her face, he smiled at the light flinches her face made when she slept.
Eight years ago, he would have never thought he would be in this position right now. She was just his partner that had his six and had the strong will attitude of a bull. She was a fighter that was for sure. But, he couldn't imagine how all those years he lived without her. She was his puzzle piece, his rock, his everything. She kept him together when he knew he was about to fall apart. All of the times with his father (Fuck, have to tell him about the marriage. Ah, we'll just send a nice postcard), she was right there beside him. She knew him better than anyone else and he was so lucky to have her. Ziva David, was finally his. His wife, his whole heart and soul. God, he married to her! Anthony Dinozzo Jr, alpha ladies' man was married. The world would never believe it, especially his fraternity brothers. A man that would never commit and think of a future with a woman finally committed and he couldn't be any more excited.
As he laid there, his mind drifted to the thoughts of a pregnant Ziva. Her wild, curly hair all over the place as she waddled around a beautiful kitchen, in a new home with her hands rest on her growing belly. She glared at Tony as he watched on, her hormones taking over every time he did something. He laughed as she still glared, snapping a picture of her with his phone. Within a flash, his mind drifted to Ziva and him lying in a king sized bed, two infants laying in between them. One a little girl and the other, a boy. They were nestled on top of their mother, all four watching a movie. Lion King, Tony decided.
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt something wet on his jaw.
"You are thinking, yes?" His ears filled with the laughter of Ziva as she continued kissing down his jaw and towards his chest.
"Zee-vah," He warned, "You have to feed your man before you give him dessert," He smirked when her giggle vibrated against the skin of his stomach.
"Tony Dinozzo asking for food instead of sex? I must be with the wrong man!" Ziva's eyes lit up as she laughed and made her way back up his body.
"Crazy, right?!" Tony smiled, "Hey, you have a psychiatrist appointment this afternoon. We have to get you up and ready for the day" He began to move, but noticed her body froze "s'wrong?"
"I just… I do not like going there," Her shoulders shrugged, "I do not like to talk about things…that have...happened."
Lips came into contact with the soft skin of her forehead, "Hey, you're okay and I'm okay. You're safe now and everything is the way it's supposed to be. You don't have to like going there, but you should feel comfortable about talking. Talking might help those feelings of those…events?" He tried to reason with her, "And, I'm so sorry for everything we put you through, baby. That was never our intention and it kills me that you suffered that way." His lips kissed hers gently, his tongue moving along her bottom lip. "Never in a million years will I ever intend to hurt you, you got that?" Her chin was lifted up by his index finger while he stared into her eyes.
"You are a good man, Anthony." Ziva kissed him, all the love she had for him engulfed in it.
He pulled away after a few seconds, "You're killing me, woman" he smirked before getting out of bed with her following.
Tony walked into his bathroom and began to brush his teeth when his cell phone started to ring, "Ah, fuck. Ziva? Can you get that?"
"It says Josh is calling?" She walked into the bathroom, handing him his phone.
"Thanks, Hello?" He answered, giving her a smile. "Yeah, man! How are you?... Oh, I'm doing fantastic, the best I've ever been!" Ziva smiled back at her husband's cheeky grin. "Tonight?" He looked at Ziva again and she nodded, "Yeah, tonight would be great! Bring a date? Turns out I've got the perfect one! Alright, see ya!" Tony hung up the phone.
"And what was that about?" She giggled, walking up and hugging him. He picked her up and placed her beside the sink on the counter in his bathroom.
Her arms reached around his neck, his body in between her legs, "That, was an invite to dinner with a few of my buddies and their dates…" He smiled.
"Buddies? Like Frat buddies?"
"Yes, these are my frat brothers," He laughed, "Do you care if we go? I can always call back and tell him we can't?" his voice was questioning.
"It is fine, my love. I would like to meet them!" She smiled.
"You're the best," He kissed her quickly, before helping her down off the counter. "Alright, you need to get dressed for your appointment. I'll drop you off there and then I'll run into work, pick you back up and then we can go get ready for dinner?"
"Sounds good, mon petit pois." Walking away, she flipped her hair over her shoulder.