Prompt: two steaming mugs
Tiva nonsense
Two steaming mugs stood untouched on the coffee table, the cellphone that lay next to them dinged as the screen lit up showing a new message.
Tony glanced at the screen, and huffed. "McGee."
"Work?"
Tony registered slight disappointment in her voice, and smiled as he leaned back against the couch. "No, he's trying to convince me Jar Jar Binks is a good character."
"Who?" Her fingers found their way back into his hair, playing with the short strands.
He hummed at the pleasant sensation, and closed his eyes. "Star Wars."
He felt her weight shift next to him as the pleasant sensation stopped abruptly. He turned his head to look at her.
"You have been arguing about Star Wars for three days, I thought you settled it during lunch?"
"There's a lot to argue about, especially with opinions as bad as McGee's."
Ziva pursed her lips, then reached for one of the mugs. "You just like to argue," she said coyly, before taking a sip and placing the mug back.
"You know me so well," he said leaning in.
From the corner of his eye he saw the phone's screen light up with a new message from McGee. He reached over, turned the phone upside down, and focused all his attention on Ziva, wiping stray curls from her face. "Now, where were we?"
Ziva smiled as he nuzzled her nose. "We were going to warm up with a hot drink from being outside in the cold most of the day."
"Hmm." He placed a kiss on her nose. "There are better ways to warm up."
She pulled him closer by his shirt as his lips explored her jawline. "Really, such as?"
The sultry tone of her voice warmed him from head to toe. He kissed his way to her ear, and breathed, "Vigorous exercise."
Ziva sighed as his lips touched all the right places. "You want to go for a run, now?"
He abandoned her neck and looked her in the eye. "Vigorous indoor exercise."
"Oh," she said, and pecked him on the lips, "like burpees."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Now who likes to argue."
Ziva's chuckle turned into a fit of laughter as he tickled her sides, and she ended up on her back underneath him. "This does not count as indoor exercise."
"Why not?" He slipped a hand underneath her shirt, making her arch into his body. "You're looking a little flushed already."
She bit her bottom lip, holding his gaze, while her fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt. "Because, it is not indoor exercise if you're not naked."
Tony laughed heartily while struggling to remove his shirt without sitting up. "Can't argue with that."