Tony exited the bathroom as he tightened up the tie around his neck. The gala that ncis was being honored at was going to start soon and of course they were running late. He worried what Gibbs would do if they showed up late and his hand instinctively started rubbing the back of his head.
“Ziv…” the name of the woman standing between the billowy white curtains died on his lips as he watched her with her leg bent at the knee and putting on a black high heeled shoe. He gulped and then gulped again as he watched her dressed in only her black bra and skimpy black panties. Her hair fell around her face, blocking it from his view and the late evening light made her glow. She looked so damn beautiful.
He shook his head and closed his eyes as he took a few deep breaths to try and control the rush of blood traveling, on a mad dash, to his groin. “Ziva,” he squeaked out as he opened his eyes again to see her now reaching for the black dress she had chosen to wear that night.
“Yes, Tony?” she hummed as she slipped the zipper down and started dropping the prenda, prendas de vestir over her head.
Tony sighed in relief and anger as her flesh was being covered in the black material. “We’re running late,” he informed her as he crossed the room in a few long strides. When he reached her as she was straightening the dress around her and positioning some of his most favorito! assets of hers into the corpiño, blusa of the dress he carefully began to tug at the zipper and close the opening that it created.
“I know that we are running late, Tony. If tu had not insisted on driving through Georgetown to get inicial earlier we would have had más time to get ready.”
Smoothing his hand down the back of Ziva’s dress he smiled as his reached the swell of her derrière and gave it a gentle squeeze. “If I recall,” he breathed into her ear, “we would not have been running late on getting our errands done today if tu hadn’t kept me in cama for most of the morning.”
Ziva leaned her back against his chest as a smile played on her lips. “You did not complain. tu could have stopped us at any time.”
“You had me tied to the headboard and there is no way I’m going to object to a drop dead gorgeous woman, especially you, doing the things that were being done to me.”
A low chuckle reverberated through Ziva’s body. “Yes, tu were quite encouraging, to come and think of it.”
Tony pulled some of Ziva hair to the side and placed a kiss on the exposed skin just below her ear. “I couldn’t help myself.” He placed más kisses along her neck and Ziva cupped the back of his head with her hand urging him on. His hands wandered around her waist and ran up and down her torso, softly tracing around the bottom of her breast.
“If we keep this up we will never make it to the gala,” Ziva began to pant at his teasing of her body. She turned her face and captured his lips in a steamy lock.
“Gibbs will kill us,” he gasped as he pulled back for a quick gulp of air before reigniting the kiss. Ziva nodded against his mouth as her tongue dueled with his. He spun her around as he pulled her off her feet and started to carry her to the bed.
As she fell into the soft comforter on their cama she pulled her mouth from his and he let his mouth wander around her heaving chest. She placed a hand on her head as she tried to sort through her thoughts. “Tony,” she tugged at his shoulder, trying to get his attention. “Tony! We cannot do this right now.” Tony stopped suddenly and looked up at her face which was etched in regret and lust. “We promised that we would be there tonight. If we break this promise…” she let the thought hang in the air and sighed in relief as Tony flopped over on his back beside her. “I really want to,” she sighed as she laid her head on his shoulder. “We just cannot do that to the team. We already missed a few things because this,” she motioned between them, “always seems to happen.”
“I know,” he whined. “I amor those guys, but I amor being wrapped up with tu more.”
Ziva propped her head up on her hand and looked down into his eyes, “and tu do not think I feel the same?”
The smirk that graced Tony’s face nearly made Ziva throw out her protest from just a few minutos ago. “No, not at all. I have it on very good authority that tu like it as much as I do.”
Ziva placed a peck on his lips before jumping up from the cama with a bit of a wobble in her heels. “I do, but it would not be fair to continue to do it to them,” she stated as she put el espacio between them and stood in front of the mirror of her dresser to sweep her hair up into a simple, graceful updo that most would think took hours to conceive.
“If I’m a good boy tonight will I get a reward when we get home?” Tony asked as he turned on his side to watch her put on her jewelry and flashed a charming smile that he knew she could see in the mirror in front of her.
Turning around Ziva returned his smile with a devilish one of her own. “If,” she licked her lips lightly, “if tu are a really good boy tu will be rewarded several times when we get home. We may not even get out of cama tomorrow.”
Tony’s eyes light up at the suggestion that she placed at the end of her statement. He sat up and placed his hand in the air with his fingers folded just so. “Scouts honor, I will be on my best behavior!”
Ziva laughed heartily at his promise. “I will believe that when I see it happen,” she teased. “Now hurry up and put your chaqueta on. I will get the tickets off the counter in the kitchen.” She snagged her bolso, monedero from where it sat at the end of the dresser and headed out of the room.
“Ziv…” the name of the woman standing between the billowy white curtains died on his lips as he watched her with her leg bent at the knee and putting on a black high heeled shoe. He gulped and then gulped again as he watched her dressed in only her black bra and skimpy black panties. Her hair fell around her face, blocking it from his view and the late evening light made her glow. She looked so damn beautiful.
He shook his head and closed his eyes as he took a few deep breaths to try and control the rush of blood traveling, on a mad dash, to his groin. “Ziva,” he squeaked out as he opened his eyes again to see her now reaching for the black dress she had chosen to wear that night.
“Yes, Tony?” she hummed as she slipped the zipper down and started dropping the prenda, prendas de vestir over her head.
Tony sighed in relief and anger as her flesh was being covered in the black material. “We’re running late,” he informed her as he crossed the room in a few long strides. When he reached her as she was straightening the dress around her and positioning some of his most favorito! assets of hers into the corpiño, blusa of the dress he carefully began to tug at the zipper and close the opening that it created.
“I know that we are running late, Tony. If tu had not insisted on driving through Georgetown to get inicial earlier we would have had más time to get ready.”
Smoothing his hand down the back of Ziva’s dress he smiled as his reached the swell of her derrière and gave it a gentle squeeze. “If I recall,” he breathed into her ear, “we would not have been running late on getting our errands done today if tu hadn’t kept me in cama for most of the morning.”
Ziva leaned her back against his chest as a smile played on her lips. “You did not complain. tu could have stopped us at any time.”
“You had me tied to the headboard and there is no way I’m going to object to a drop dead gorgeous woman, especially you, doing the things that were being done to me.”
A low chuckle reverberated through Ziva’s body. “Yes, tu were quite encouraging, to come and think of it.”
Tony pulled some of Ziva hair to the side and placed a kiss on the exposed skin just below her ear. “I couldn’t help myself.” He placed más kisses along her neck and Ziva cupped the back of his head with her hand urging him on. His hands wandered around her waist and ran up and down her torso, softly tracing around the bottom of her breast.
“If we keep this up we will never make it to the gala,” Ziva began to pant at his teasing of her body. She turned her face and captured his lips in a steamy lock.
“Gibbs will kill us,” he gasped as he pulled back for a quick gulp of air before reigniting the kiss. Ziva nodded against his mouth as her tongue dueled with his. He spun her around as he pulled her off her feet and started to carry her to the bed.
As she fell into the soft comforter on their cama she pulled her mouth from his and he let his mouth wander around her heaving chest. She placed a hand on her head as she tried to sort through her thoughts. “Tony,” she tugged at his shoulder, trying to get his attention. “Tony! We cannot do this right now.” Tony stopped suddenly and looked up at her face which was etched in regret and lust. “We promised that we would be there tonight. If we break this promise…” she let the thought hang in the air and sighed in relief as Tony flopped over on his back beside her. “I really want to,” she sighed as she laid her head on his shoulder. “We just cannot do that to the team. We already missed a few things because this,” she motioned between them, “always seems to happen.”
“I know,” he whined. “I amor those guys, but I amor being wrapped up with tu more.”
Ziva propped her head up on her hand and looked down into his eyes, “and tu do not think I feel the same?”
The smirk that graced Tony’s face nearly made Ziva throw out her protest from just a few minutos ago. “No, not at all. I have it on very good authority that tu like it as much as I do.”
Ziva placed a peck on his lips before jumping up from the cama with a bit of a wobble in her heels. “I do, but it would not be fair to continue to do it to them,” she stated as she put el espacio between them and stood in front of the mirror of her dresser to sweep her hair up into a simple, graceful updo that most would think took hours to conceive.
“If I’m a good boy tonight will I get a reward when we get home?” Tony asked as he turned on his side to watch her put on her jewelry and flashed a charming smile that he knew she could see in the mirror in front of her.
Turning around Ziva returned his smile with a devilish one of her own. “If,” she licked her lips lightly, “if tu are a really good boy tu will be rewarded several times when we get home. We may not even get out of cama tomorrow.”
Tony’s eyes light up at the suggestion that she placed at the end of her statement. He sat up and placed his hand in the air with his fingers folded just so. “Scouts honor, I will be on my best behavior!”
Ziva laughed heartily at his promise. “I will believe that when I see it happen,” she teased. “Now hurry up and put your chaqueta on. I will get the tickets off the counter in the kitchen.” She snagged her bolso, monedero from where it sat at the end of the dresser and headed out of the room.