Tony and Ziva

"So what’s the big news? Are tu guys buying this yacht? That would be so cool! We could have parties on i all the time, and Gibbs could pescado and Ducky could tell us stories about all the boating stuff that he knows…"

"Abby, Abby, calm down."

"Right, sorry, Timmy. Got a little excited."

"Anyway, we’re not buying a boat. The feds don’t pay us that much."

"Well, I don’t know. It was a guess. I mean, tu guys brought us out here for a nice cena and a sail, I just assumed that we were getting a boat."

"We, Abby? Would not the barco be mine and Tony’s?"

"Ah, tu know what I mean. Get...

He’s just dozing when he sees them, the beginnings of pinkish purple lights streaking across deep blue blanketed sky like bruises on skin. Dawn. The word makes his stomach clench and roil, and he instinctively pulls the warm body siguiente to him closer between the sheets. A hint of a smile tugs at the edges of his lips when he hears her responding muffled groan against his chest.

Images from the anterior night flash through his mind like the film of an old movie; her lips on his skin, his fingers in her hair, their bodies fitting together as perfectly as he had always known they would. The sudden...