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Once Ziva exited the bathroom It took very little time for Tony to complete his cursory shower, both his body and brain were so ready to shut down after what felt like weeks of stolen naps and half hearted attempts of stretching out his tired muscles from behind his desk. So he was beyond thankful it is was Saturday tomorrow and with the case now closed, the odds of being called back to work, weren’t as close to zero as he would have liked – But were slim enough, that he’d take it.
He was pretty certain Ziva was already dead asleep when he climbed into her bed, she was led on her side so he spooned up to her naked back. Tony wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, to his surprise his partner let out a contented sigh, pushing her hips and shoulders back into his hold.
Tony’s eyes were already at half mast as he kissed her shoulder and managed to mumble: “G’night Zi.”
Ziva hummed in agreement, biting her lip. Two minutes ago she would have sworn that sleep was the only possible thing on her agenda. But after literal weeks of late night’s, snatches of sleep at their own apartments and nothing more than a few heated looks in the break room – It seemed that her body had a very different ideas about what it was she needed right now.
As soon as Tony had notched his hips against her arse, Ziva’s stomach pulsed and a familiar warmth bloomed low in her belly. Her breath hitched as he mumbled his goodnight.
She shuffled slightly again in his hold, trying to ignore the idle, and she was sure – Unconscious on his part, circular stroke of his thumb against her lower belly, which was doing absolutely nothing to help her cause. They never really did this – Sleep together, without sleeping together. But it was a Friday night and he’d followed her home on autopilot, she didn’t mind that he was too tired to drive the extra twenty minutes to his own place.
Ziva screwed her eyes shut and concentrated on her breathing. She needed to sleep. They had just finished the case from hell and were both dog tired. Tony’s exhales puffed against the nape of her neck, he would be halfway asleep if he wasn’t already there and she had no right to expect him to forfeit his rest – Just because her body had apparently decided it would not sleep until he’d fucked her six ways to Sunday.
“You ‘kay?” Tony mumbled sleepily into her hair.
“Fine.” She responded tightly. Her frustration was poorly concealed, even to her own ears and she felt Tony’s sigh ghost over her skin.
“Sure? You don’t seem particularly relaxed...” He checked in, his gravelly voice entering her ear and winding it’s way right down, the comforting rumble reverberating straight between her thighs. Ziva let out a whimper in response that had him shifting his body against her to tip his head up and get a better look at the side of her face.
Ziva’s hips flexed back immediately as he slid against her, a response that was completely outside of her control.
Tony hummed, his hand straying to her hip to still her restless movement. His thought process was a little on the sluggish side but once he pieced together all of the evidence in front of him, the picture became pretty clear. Despite the fact that he genuinely didn’t think he had it in him right now, Tony felt himself harden against her: “You need me, huh Sweetcheeks?” He teased lightly.
Ziva felt her face heat in embarrassment, this kind of situation rarely happened between them. They shared a very similar sex drive, and since they also shared the same workload – Opportunities for sex were rather clear cut: Partners at work, secret lovers at home, and mostly just during the weekends unless work was quiet. It just felt odd, inequitable to need him this badly, when it clearly hadn’t even been on his radar. She never had to ask for it with him, it felt like a foreign concept to be out of step in this way.
But as her hips rocked back again she felt and heard him chuckle: “It’s okay baby, It’s been a long few weeks...” He reassured.
Ziva pulled her hands up to her face: “God I am sorry, I just cannot sleep feeling like this...” And in her defence, they were naked and pressed together, so her body was quite right to expect sex to follow.
“I’ve got you. Nice and easy tonight though... We’re both too tired for anything else.” He cautioned in her ear as he maintained their position but drew her thigh back over his.
Sex between them was usually a chaotic affair, fast, hard and passionate – They never really did slow and sweet, Ziva never had the patience for it.
But as he hooked her leg behind his and ran his fingers through the heart of her, Ziva admitted to herself that she really couldn’t care less about what kind of sex they had right now.
“Fuck Zi, You’re soaked.” Tony groaned, he used the arm she was laying on to pull her further back into him, the other hand lined them up and he pressed in without any fanfare.
The stretch of him after so long stole Ziva’s breath clean away. “Ugh.” Her insides scrambled at the slow slide as he filled her right up to the hilt and stilled there a moment. Her hands fisting at the sheets.
“Hmm, just like that, is this okay?” He questioned, his voice not completely having shed it’s sleepy quality. Ziva nodded against him, willing him to move – But he stayed put and squeezed her hip with his hand: “I need you to tell me this is okay.” He repeated roughly in her ear.
“Yes, I promise, please Tony...” Ziva agreed desperately. God bless this man, she knew exactly why he was asking – She had never really been completely comfortable being taken from behind and at some point she could not pinpoint, Tony must have noticed that because it wasn’t something that had ever really been in their sexual repertoire. He hadn’t ever pushed her about it either, just made a silent adjustment and accepted it.
But this feeling, the sensation of being wrapped up in him, trapped by the incessant pressure of his hips behind her, his hands – Surrounded while he was burrowed inside wasn’t claustrophobic, like she had expected. It felt safe. She didn’t think she could ever handle being pushed headfirst in the bed with him driving all of his weight into her from behind – But this felt doable, good even...
“Good.” Tony murmured, growling as he withdrew halfway, then sunk back in torturously slowly.
“Fuck.” Ziva hissed, as the head of him dragged against that spot inside her, the slow passes creating a deep burning sensation that was totally different from the sharp stab of pleasure usually generated when he hit her there. Maybe it was the new angle, or his ridiculously languid strokes – Perhaps even because she was so tired and needy for it, but this whole thing felt different.
Tony committed to the unhurried pace, with the determination of a man that could keep this up for hours. In reality, he was just as affected by the novelty of this situation, as she was.
He had no idea if she was aware it was happening, but every time Tony butted up against her front wall, Ziva tightened and pulsed around him – A soft noise repeatedly escaping her at the exact moment it happened.
“Jesus Ziva, you’re so perfect.” He crooned, interrupting his rhythm only to swap his hands around – Removing the one from under her to prop himself up and running the other all the way from her apex, over her stomach and breasts to tip her chin to the side so he could take her lips with his.
The sideways angle was a little awkward, but it was so worth it as Ziva moaned into his mouth. Without his hand settled at her hip she pushed back into him on his up stroke, the low whining low in her throat increasing in pitch.
Tony had to hold himself back from the temptation to speed up, he knew the cues her body was throwing at him intimately – Knew she was reaching the cusp, and if he just gave her a little more she’d be coming around him in the space of a few heartbeats. But he was feeling selfish, he had no clue when and if they would ever find themselves in this position again – It was doing something to him, the fact that she had allowed herself to be so vulnerable and unguarded and he wanted to soak in it, treasure it and see how long she could hold out like this.
He took the opportunity to check in, the next time their lips naturally separated: “How are you doing down there?” He asked with a grin, taking in her half lidded eyes and the damp curls sticking to her flushed face.
“Madhim.” Ziva breathed, her brain defaulting to Hebrew in the face of overwhelming pleasure.
“Hey, I know that one!” Tony chuckled, hearing his lover describe what he was doing to her as amazing in her mother tongue had him unable to resist rewarding her one much swifter thrust. Just one.
“Oh.” Ziva squirmed at the abrupt change, before he forced himself to return back to the slow dragging presses.
Her eyes dropped closed as her head tipped up, searching for his lips again. He obliged, fusing their mouths back together. Tony was steadily losing his advantage, his exhausted body rapidly coming to the end of its ability to hold out. Through slightly gritted teeth he kept the same rhythm, but slid a firm hand up Ziva’s body to run his fingers over her nipples.
“Tony...” Ziva whined, clenching around him, the sound of her naked backside hitting his pelvis seemed disproportionately loud in his ears. She was so close, and so was he for that matter – So Tony pressed a hand between her legs stroking where she needed it most, and dropped kisses into her hair, as he gave voice to the many thoughts crossing his mind: “You’re so fucking perfect like this Ziva, letting me take you this way – You’re all mine and I fucking love it...” He rambled.
Ziva lost the battle pretty quickly once Tony’s words wormed their way into frazzled her brain – She hadn’t quite expected the orgasm that crept up on her, nor did it feel quite the same as usual. It was less like dropping off a sudden cliff, and more like riding the crest of a wave. That deep burning originating from that spot inside her spread out in pulses. It wasn’t the strongest she’d ever experienced, but she felt it in her entire body, from her toes to her fingertips – Everything felt so good.
Tony’s groan rumbled into her mouth and she knew he was fighting against the much tougher resistance within as her body clenched tight around him and refused to slacken again. It may not have been as strong, but the sensation of coming continuously was a surprise, it just didn’t stop – Even as he upped the pace and fucked her through it, Ziva was still going, absolutely lost to her release.
Tony’s control snapped as Ziva gripped him internally, her walls narrowing and moulding snugly around him. Typically she tended to be vocal during orgasm, so much so that it wasn’t unusual for him to have to muffle her with his hand or mouth – To prevent the entire floor from knowing what was going on. But this seemed to be... Different, her lips were parted but only the first catches of a breathy moan came every time he pushed back in. Her legs were shaking as she prized open her eyelids with difficulty, staring right at him with blown pupils and looking utterly fucked, still in the grips of orgasm – The sight tipped him over the edge.
Tony let out a heavy groan as he used both hands to hold Ziva against him in a firm grip, taking her thigh off of his and tilting it up to get as deep as possible. Tony pressed up forcefully, once, twice – Before spilling inside, following it up with a few more shallow thrusts.
“Fuck, Ziva.” He mumbled, letting her leg drop and leaving her lips to bury his head into her neck as he came down.
Her hand reached back and grabbed his hip, keeping him rooted inside her as she rocked back gently on instinct, wringing the last ounces of pleasure from both of them.
They stayed locked like that together, bodies cooling and recovering in the hush of the late hour, soothed by the calm and quiet of the night.
When the inevitable moment came, and Tony’s body slipped from hers they both rolled onto their backs. He let out a long breath, preparing to haul himself up – Ziva needed taking care of, and whatever anyone thought, he was gentlemanly enough not to leave her in a mess.
But before he could summon the enthusiasm, Ziva rolled back into him, snuggling up to his side and throwing her thigh over his: “Sleep Tony.” She said on a long yawn, patting his chest. “I will change the sheets in the morning.”
And Christ, if that didn’t nearly get him half hard again, the thought that she was quite content to spend the night with his fluid leaking out of her.
He didn’t pull himself together in time to respond before the beginnings of a snore caught in Ziva’s throat and he turned his head to find her asleep on his shoulder. With a contented sigh, Tony closed his eyes and followed her.
The next morning he woke to an empty bed – She never had been able to sleep in, no matter how late it was they when made it home the previous evening. Tony rolled his shoulders and stretched, heading straight into the shower.
When he was finished he nearly walked straight out of her bedroom, but stopped as his gaze landed on the rumpled bed clothes. Remembering what she’d said last night, he made short work of stripping her bed and carried the sheets through to bundle them into the machine.
Ziva was stood with her back to him, her hair still damp and curling gently. She was whipping up a batch of something in a bowl but greeted him without turning: “Good morning Tony.”
“Morning, Sweetcheeks.” He hummed, bending down to load the washer. Ziva glanced over her shoulder at him when she heard the machine door open.
“Oh, you did not have to do that...” For some reason, it felt a little too intimate – Him performing domestic tasks unasked, like he lived here.
Tony closed the door with his knee and walked towards her, planting a kiss to her lips: “It was the least I could do.”
“Well, thank you.” She acknowledged steadily, there was a good deal of eye contact and silent words exchanged and Tony dipped down again to taste her again. When he stepped back Ziva licked her lips and cleared her throat: “I am making pancakes.” She said obviously, it was the kind of comment that indicated that she wasn’t quite sure what to say.
Tony grinned to himself, God he was so lucky... But this was one of those times where he didn’t want to skip this conversation in favour of silent looks of understanding – Some things needed to be spoken about, out loud.
“So last night was... A bit different, huh?” He ventured cautiously.
He could tell be her rapid intake of breath and the cessation of movement from the hand mixing, that he’d taken her by surprise by addressing it.
Ziva swallowed, tipping her head and taking a moment to think. She felt Tony’s gentle hands at her shoulders, encouraging her to turn around and face him. By the time she did, it was quite impossible to hide the flush of her cheeks. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk about it, she just had no idea how to talk about it. How to explain that it had been different. She’d experienced what felt like, at the time, a never ending full body orgasm – That it had happened while he was fucking her at a snails pace, in a position that she generally could not tolerate. She hated slow sex, and she didn’t like being taken from behind.
But all the evidence suggested that her body absolutely did like it. There wasn’t necessarily a problem with any of that... But, she hadn’t been expecting to make that discovery during what was essentially a quick meaningless fuck to get her to sleep – After two weeks of not being able to have him.
What happened last night was not causal sex with a co-worker. It wasn’t the fun and meaningless thing it was supposed to be, that was the deal. How do you begin to explain to your fuck buddy partner that you were so wrong footed because what he did to you last night went way past any reasonable line in the sand. She’d felt safe... Loved even. Which were not things that had ever come easily to her.
How did she deal with the realisation that this whole thing wasn’t casual for her anymore? Especially when he was looking at her with such concern, absolutely clueless as to just how much last night had shifted her feelings about them and what they were doing.
“Are you okay with what happened last night, Ziva?” Tony asked seriously, preoccupied by her lack of response. He had vague memories of checking in at the time, knew that he surely would have given the circumstances – But still, he had honestly been half asleep when their interaction began.
“Yes, I am fine... It was fine.” She tried to reassure.
“Fine?” Tony winced. That was certainly a far cry from amazing. Not to mention the abundance of history they had with that word – When Ziva told him she was fine, he found that she rarely was. Tony ran a nervous hand through his hair, seriously considering that he must have dreamed up her responses last night.
“It was good.” She tried to amend, realising her mistake.
Tony’s eyebrows hitched up, this was going from bad to worse: “Good?” He repeated, unconvinced.
“Yes. Good, just different...” She tried again, waving her hands in frustration.
“Good different, though right?” He clarified, concentrating hard on her face and body language, she seemed distracted – And he couldn’t figure out why.
Ziva huffed a breath and looked him straight in the eye, trying to communicate her honesty: “Yes.” She said simply, trying to ignore the heat creeping into her cheeks again.
The corner of Tony’s lip twitched as he was pretty sure he’d found at least one of the answers he was looking for.
“You know, you told me once that you hated slow sex?”
“Hmm.” She made a non-committal noise, looking away from him.
“I think you’re a bit twitchy, because maybe I showed you how good slow sex can be, huh?” He grinned widely.
“Do not be absurd Tony, you are much too full of yourself.” Ziva shot back, absolutely refusing to let him catch her out like that.
“I’m not saying what they are but you have two tells when you lie to me, and you’re doing them both right now.” He said smugly, trying to lighten the mood. Ziva smacked him none too gently in the arm.
“You are making that up.” She really hoped he was.
“Am I, Miss David?” Tony teased, letting his comment hang for a moment before continuing: “We did two things differently last night, I think I have my answer about slow, but what about...” He watched Ziva stiffen as she realised where he was going with this.
She turned back around and resumed mixing, just so her hands were occupied, that and it gave her a reprieve from his searching gaze. Enjoying a slower pace was one thing, but – Tony stepped back up behind her, their bodies almost touching from shoulders to thighs, and she wondered if he was doing it intentionally. Ziva screwed her eyes shut at the physical reminder.
His chest met her back and Ziva drew in a deep breath. She knew he would never, but he could reach around for her neck, or smother her – Cage her in and get the drop on her, without her ever seeing it coming from this angle.
She had never been scared of Tony, but the body has a long memory, and she had barely been out of her teens when she had learned that lesson the hard way – Never turn your back to the enemy. But she wasn’t uncomfortable with him being there, his strong presence behind her made her feel protected – And that made her feel weak.
“Hey, I’m not fishing for information.” Tony said gently, running his hands soothingly from her shoulders down to her elbows: “You don’t want to tell me about it, and I’m fine with that. But, I need to know that I didn’t overstep...” He appealed earnestly, there was that worried tone again, like he was terrified he’d done something wrong.
How dare he come into her life, into her bed and change these fundamental things about her. Why must Tony DiNozzo always be different? Stupid playboy idiot, with his big hands and his soft smile, always – Always getting under her skin.
Ziva opened her mouth, closed it again furrowing her brows, as she searched for a response that didn’t give her away.
Tony’s stomach dropped as he watched. She’d said it was okay last night, seemed like she enjoyed it. “Ziva, I’m really sorry, I thought it was okay...”
“It was...” She insisted, turning back round again to face him. He had a hand wedged in his hair, an obvious sign of his distress. Ziva reached up and took it in her own. “No Tony, I am not upset about it at all...” She sighed deeply, levelling with him: “Look, if I did not want you to do that I could and would have stopped you. I promise.”
“But you didn’t like it?” He questioned her – And himself. Things were never uncomplicated between them, but his head was reeling from the mixed messages she was sending. Usually he was so good at reading her cues and he hadn’t seen or heard anything that pulled up a red flag, and that was concerning to him.
“For Christ sake Tony...” Ziva moaned, dragging her hands across her face, knowing she had to overcome her embarrassment to ease his worries: “I... I really liked it when you took me like that... It felt, really good.” She confessed, all be it, through slightly gritted teeth at the prospect of giving this man yet more ammunition with which to ruin her: “Did you have to make me say it?”
“Oh, seriously?” He asked, in genuine surprise.
Fuck this man was so clueless.
Ziva huffed: “Seriously, I mean... You may not try it again without asking.” She made clear: “But I think I would like to... Explore some more things like that.” Ziva cringed inwardly, she may as well of handed herself over to him on a platter.
“You would?” Tony responded, still a little taken aback.
“I... Yes, I would.” She replied honestly, her frustration draining away. He may have no idea about the internal struggle waging inside her right now, but he was a good man. He didn’t need to know that she’d made it messy by getting her feelings involved. That wasn’t the deal they had, and it was her problem, not his.
Tony thought with his dick, and as long as it was her he was thinking about, why shouldn’t she enjoy having him – It wouldn’t last forever, after all.
His face had shifted as he comprehended just how big that admission was: “You trust me that much?” He said in an awed voice, wearing the softest expression she had ever seen on him.
It cut right to the core of her, but she cleared her throat: “You have never given me reason not to...” Ziva replied honestly, dismissing the undisguised look of affection he gave her in response, as just a figment of her imagination. She didn’t need to work too hard at it either because in the span of a blink it had morphed into a look of raw hunger instead.
Tony pressed her body back into the cupboards, smoothing his hands down her hips and thighs “I propose very quick, uncomplicated and hot sex against your kitchen counter, any objections?”
And just like that he broke the tension, like he sensed it had all become too much, far too quickly. Until last night sex was the only reliably simple thing between them – She would endeavour to keep it that way.
Ziva swallowed, licking her lips: “No objections.”