Chapter 1 – An Accident Definitely Happening
As she lay there, in his arms she thought. The silence was good. It symbolised what they shared. She leant her head back into the naked crook of his neck and felt him briefly press his lips to her temple before slowly washing her in the warm bath. She sighed as his hands lightly ghosted over her naked form, rubbing the warm soapy water into her smooth skin. She thought back to how this started; she could still barely believe what happened to her in the past few months. If three months ago someone told her she would soon indulge in a secret relationship with the love of her life, refall in love, have them fall in love with her, and then be as intimate with them as she is now, she'd have said they were pulling her arm. But they didn't and she has, and Ziva David could not be happier about it.
Two months, and Twenty-one days earlier
Ziva woke to Gibbs' hand lightly shake her shoulder.
"Ziva, wake up, get ready, and get DiNozzo- meet me in the Captains quarters in half an hour."
Ziva's eyes snapped open and she sat up almost at once, her blanket falling revealing her slightly see-through white tank top.
"Yes Gibbs." And noticing his raised eyebrows she raised the blanket. "But how do I wake Tony, he, er," She struggled for the term, "sleeps like a tree."
"Log. He sleeps, like a log."
"Yes, exactly my point."
"I don't know, David; when you find out, tell me. I might need it for future reference." He sipped his coffee and left the small room provided to her on the Destroyer.
Sighing Ziva turned her head to stare at the wall next to the small bed she sat in. Less then three feet away was Tony; the thought of them sleeping that close brought a small to her face.
Once dressed and presentable Ziva walked from the room took two steps right and opened the door. Tony lay on his back his blanket loosely thrown over his lower body his legs sticking out the end. He was obviously naked, obviously sleeping, and obviously thinking about a girl or group of girls.
"Oh, ooh, Ziva, uhh." Or maybe one specific girl, decided Ziva as she heard him mutter her name.
Like ever, Ziva knelt down nest to Tony, to mess with his head. As he moaned and sighed, Ziva put her lips close to his ear and let out a soft moaned breath.
"Mmm, oh Ziva." She chuckled lightly then took it to the next step. Making sure the blanket was secure, and wasn't going to slip; she hoisted her self up and sat on Tony, who, unsurprisingly, didn't wake up. Ziva leant down so her face was an inch from Tony's and gave one short, sharp breath into his eyes. His reaction was perfect. He jumped with surprise at the alarm method then jumped even more when he saw Ziva sitting on his lap.
"Morning Tony, Sleep well?" She asked innocently.
"It looked like you were having a nice dream."
"Kinda feels like it too."
"For your information, Ziva, that's my knee."
Ziva just smiled then readjusted her own knee and gave a sharp hit of pressure to Tony's.
"Ahh," He winced, "What was that for?"
"Because that… was definitely not your knee." They were both hit with a wave of déja vu. Under cover, naked body on naked body, complete contact, Tony on top, switching, Ziva kissing Tony, Tony kissing Ziva, lips on lips, tongue on tongue, urge fighting urge. His lips were on hers, she didn't resist. He dared entry and she moaned in reply, his hand lifted and took hold of her waist. Ziva pulled away and practically jumped off Tony.
"No. No… Get dressed. Gibbs is waiting." She rushed from the room and hit herself repeatedly on the forehead.
"Ziva?" Whispered Tony.
"Good, I thought you might've fallen asleep."
Ziva chuckled. "No, not sleeping, just… content."
"Oh yea?" Asked Tony as he kissed from her temple down to the top of her ear, which he started to nibble lightly.
"Yeah." Smiled Ziva, "Just thinking."
It was Tony's turn to smile.
"Us." Moaned Ziva; leaning into his touch.
"What about us?"
"The Destroyer." Tony chuckled and kissed her temple again before letting his mid wonder to that particular event.
Two months, and Twenty days earlier
Tony lay in his bed, in the dark. He couldn't sleep. Strange noises were keeping him awake.
Giving up, Tony sighed and pressed his ear to the thin metal separating his room from Ziva's. Soft moans and panting breaths were coming through the wall.
Tony wondered if Ziva was asleep or not.
"Oooh, ohh, huuuhhh." Tony heard a sharp intake of breath as Ziva obviously got close– definitely awake –which meant, Tony thought with a smug grin, she was pleasuring herself.
"Oooo." Tony smiled, now happy about his sleep deprivation as he listened to Ziva's moaning. "Ohh, ohh, ooohh Tony." Breathed Ziva as Tony froze. Did she know he was listening? Did she know he could hear? Or was she actually fantasising about him?
That night he fell asleep confused and very turned on.
The next morning Tony woke to see Gibbs leaning over him staring.
"Uhh, morning Boss."
"I need to get up now, don't I?"
"Yes, DiNozzo, yes you do. Get Ziva up too; then go to Hartman's bunk; shoot, sketch, and bag 'n' tag."
"Right away, Boss."
Ten minutes later Tony was walking into Ziva's room closing the door, and turning to see her lying in a see-through white tank top and hot pink briefs (the blanket having fallen on the floor). Smiling, Tony walked to the side of Ziva's bed.
"Zeeeevahhh," He whispered playfully, "time to get up, Zeevahh."
Ziva woke immediately. "What are you doing, Tony?"
"Getting you up; Gibbs told us to check out Hartman's bunk."
"Ehh, I'm really not in the mood to do anything but sleep." Complained Ziva.
"Will it help if I lie on top of you?" Joked Tony as he sat on the bed next to her and leant seductively over her. "No? Not interested?"
"There's only one thing I'm interested in right now." Murmured Ziva, and once again they were struck with déja vu. Lips on lips, hands in hair, clothes removed, hands on bodies, naked skin touching naked skin, pure deep arousal. He was lying on her kissing her, making her squirm and moan. Neither could remember much about this other then quick flashes; kissing, moaning, body on body, Ziva rolling them so she was on top. Tony removing the white fabric of her tank top. Being naked and close, so close. Sex. Pure great, wonderful sex. Lying in each others naked embrace; panting and kissing. Ziva spoke first.
"This is an accident definitely happening."
"I think you mean 'a disaster waiting to happen'."
"No. An accident definitely happening." Said Ziva as she rolled over and stroked Tony's bare chest. "We must get to work. Before Gibbs realises we are missing."