She awoke with a startle and instinctively reached for her gun. It was when she couldn't find it, that she realized that she was not at home. The first thing she noticed was Tony lying slightly under her, his hand loosely on his chest after being moved from where it previously lay in her hair. She traced along his jaw with her finger, a smile forming on her lips when he clenched and unclenched his jaw. She liked the control she had over him; he didn't mind giving it to her. She looked around to see what had startled her awake and upon finding nothing, she decided to go back to sleep. She laid her head back on his chest.
"Obviously," Tony said. He let his hand trail down her naked body; stopping on her upper thigh to pull her closer.
"I missed you," she said and slid on top of him.
"I know, I missed you too." He captured her lips with hers as she sunk down onto him, fully taking him in. She groaned as he filled her to the hilt. With one hand in her hair and the other with her hands above their heads, she started to move her hips up and down. After a while her movements became more frantic and she sat up, letting her head fall back. He wanted to be close to her, he thought she was way too far. He sat up and both groaned, as their new position sent him deeper into her. His lips found hers in a soaring kiss. Her hands were scratching a trail down his back, making new marks on his back to go along with the old ones. He helped by pushing his hips up along the rhythm of hers. A particular hard push made her let her head fall back again and her eyes roll to the back of her head. He took advantage of the opportunity to kiss a searing path down her jaw, neck and collarbone to finally take a taut, waiting nipple in his mouth. He loved the frequent whimpers that escaped her lips and, before he switched to her other breast, he pressed a quick kiss to her lips. She didn't have to look at him to know that his smug smile was there. She didn't mind it; she would get back at him later... or now. She squeezed her internal muscles making him groan. She moaned at the feel of his lips on her body. His hands were on her hips, guiding her up and down and up and down. She began panting, and that's when Tony knew she was close to her release. He knew she would not reach her hardest climax in their current position, so he flipped them over so he was on top. She hung on to him for dear life. Her eyes were tightly shut and her lips parted groaning, moaning, panting and whimpering.
"Hey, Ziva, hey, open your eyes, look at me," he said as he continued pounding into her. She opened her eyes and they locked onto his. She slightly smiled and he put his lips next to her ear.
"I love you Ziva," he breathed and before she had time to react, she was blinded by stars behind her eyelids as a wrecking orgasm tore through her. He quickly captured her lips in a kiss, to muffle her cries of passion: he didn't want to explain to his neighbor again why there were screams in the middle of the night. Feeling her muscles contract around him was all he needed to reach his own orgasm, hot liquid escaping him in spasms. He collapsed on top of her. In his attempt to get off of her, he rolled over, pulling her with him.
She pulled away from him, and scooted to the edge of the bed, where she got up, pulling a blanket with her to cover herself. She walked out of the bedroom without a glance backwards. He laid there.
"Shit," he muttered and got up off the bed. He found her in the living room, putting on a shirt and picking up her pants from where it had laid moments before, forgotten.
"Ziva..." he started and reached for her, but she grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, making him whimper.
"I was gonna ask you to come to bed," he said.
"I do not feel like sharing a bed with you, Tony."
"Because I do not want you to feel pressured into saying things that you do not mean or saying things in a moment of passion," she stated and let go of him. He watched her with a confused look while she pulled up her jeans and then it hit him, 'I love you Ziva'.
"I meant it Ziva, it wasn't a lie. I love you," he said with all the confidence he could muster, and apparently it was enough, because she froze mid-step. He slowly moved his arm to her shoulder, careful for her not to attack him, and gently turned her around to face him.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you didn't love me back," he said, meaning it as a joke. She obviously didn't see it that way, he concluded when he saw fire in her eyes.
"God, Tony, of course I love you, I have loved you for a long time. It is you I am not so sure about," she rapidly said in frustration. He pulled her into an embrace, where his lips lingered near her ear.
"I love you, Ziva, I really do. Do you have any idea how relieved I was to see that you were fine? When McGee told me you were in a bombing... it was a good thing I was sitting, because if I wasn't, who knows what would've happened. And those pictures of you? I kept them there, because it made me feel like you were there with me, creeping up behind me. What your breath feels like in my ear. The smoothness of your skin. The—"
"Tony, stop," she said hoarsely, "I believe you. Just, stop, you are going to make me cry."
"I love you Ziva David." She stood on her tiptoes and pressed a gentle, chaste kiss to his lips.
"I love you too."
"Now will you please undress and come back to bed, my love?"