Ah, Italia chapter 19
Nothing but Tiva this time around
Tony's hotel room
Ziva woke up, all senses alert. She was in bed with Tony, resting after a wildly passionate evening with Tony. Ziva lay on her stomach, naked with the flimsy bed linen covering only her bare bottom. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her back. The soft caress of his hand. "Did I wake you?" Ziva asked, turning on to her side to face him. She knew he found her snoring disturbing. Almost as much as his snoring bothered her. It was an argument that they'd had since their first undercover operation years ago.
"Ya know," Tony confessed. "I actually missed it."
"Yeah. Hearing it reminds me of just how lucky I am," Tony explained.
Ziva chuckled. "Wow, that was drippy coming from you."
Tony paused for a second to figure out what she meant. "Sappy."
Ziva rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She giggled as Tony pulled her close and kissed her. He rolled them over so that he was on top of her. "I love you, too, Tony," she said, several breathless moments later. As they kissed, Ziva felt a tension in him she hadn't noticed before. It was like he was assuring himself that she was here, alive and well. "What is it?"
Tony's expression turned serious when looked at her before replying. "I could have lost you today. In fact, I swore I'd kill Manelli if anything happened to you."
"That's very sweet," she said, trying to sooth the anger in him. "But, I can take care of myself." The look in his eyes was one she'd rarely seen. Tony wanted vengeance. The first time she'd seen it was when they had first met, hours after her brother, Ari, had killed Tony's partner, Caitlin Todd. She knew he was too strong to act independently on those feelings. Her heart was aflutter that his feelings for her were so intense. Her mind told her to pounce now while he was distracted. "Thanks for dinner," Ziva said, changing the subject. "It was delicious."
Tony smiled. "Thanks for dessert. It was just what I needed." He took a long moment to let his eyes wander over her well-toned and muscular body. A few more days and she would Mrs. DiNozzo.
Ziva laughed. "Is that why you came back for seconds?"
Laughing, Tony kissed her again before replying. "Well, I've always had something of a sweet tooth."
Ziva rolled her eyes. "Is that what you call it, 'Sex Machine?'" she teased him, running her hand across his chest. In spite of the hedonistic lifestyle he normally led, Tony was in excellent physical condition. He worked out regularly to maintain the lean, hard muscled athletic form he had developed in his youth. In a few days, he would be all hers.
"Where'd you hear that?" Tony said in a shocked tone. He knew he had never told her his college nickname. Gibbs might have heard it from Kate Todd but he was never the gossipy type. It had to have been McGee. Thoughts of a suitable revenge popped into his mind and just as quickly faded. It's hard to concentrate, he had realized years earlier, when a beautiful, naked woman was running her hand across your chest.
"Does it matter?" she replied. God, he was all muscle. She raised an eyebrow when she saw his mood shift again. No more anger. More curiosity. "What is it?"
"Just wondering. Why 'Lisa Meier?'" Tony asked. "I understand the need for operational security on a mission but isn't the whole double identity thing a little clichéd? Who does that anymore when it's so easy to get information off the Internet?"
Ziva gave him a quick peck on the lips then sighed, shaking her head. "It's a protocol that still used on occasion. Certain high-level operatives are given cover identities in case the mission is compromised and other team members are captured and tortured for information."
"If they don't know who you really are, then they can't tell the enemy their boss is the Director's daughter," Tony finished for her. "Ok, that makes sense. Seems a little old-school, though."
"Well," Ziva sighed, "it was the Director's idea. I didn't agree with it but, he said he had his reasons."
"Like me not getting in touch with you," Tony said somberly. "I guess he got tired of me emailing every day wondering where you were and how to get in touch with you."
"You are persistent," Ziva chuckled. "It is one of the many things I love about you."
"Like my encyclopedia knowledge of cinema, my amazing fashion sense..." Tony's face turned red abruptly. Ziva was very strong, he remembered, with a propensity for grabbing a certain body part when she wanted to make a point. "What was that for?" he gasped.
"You spend too much time talking when you should be attending to more important things," Ziva said, kissing him on the lips. Tony's response was predictable. He returned the kiss fervently. Their lips crushed against each other for several long minutes. Finally, Ziva pulled away to catch her breath. He really was a sex machine. "I have a question for you, now," she said. "Two questions actually."
"Sure," Tony said, a little frustrated. "How may I enlighten you?"
"What are you going to do after the case is closed?"
Tony shrugged. "Stay here. I'm the SAIC for the next two years. It's time for me to put everything I learned from Gibbs to good use." He hated to admit it, even to himself, but he missed working with the DC team. His new team would never be the same as the one he'd left behind. Kate was the only one who came close to being as good an agent as he was. Jamie definitely had some issues going on and Vince wasn't up to Gibbs' standards.
"So, you'll be moving out of here and into an apartment?"
"Yeah. I've done some looking but haven't had the time to do any in depth research, much less actually go look at one. Do you have any feature requests like, a Kosher kitchen? Hot tub? Bathtub big enough for two?"
"A Kosher kitchen would be nice," Ziva said after reflecting on it for a moment. She looked up at him shyly. "We could live in a hut on the beach and I'd be happy."
"Now, who's getting sappy," Tony remarked. "How certain are you that you'll be able to talk your father into letting resume your job as a Liaison Officer?"
Ziva's grin made him stare at her. "Very. Once we're married, Poppa will have no choice but to reassign me here. He'll have no choice."
"Why's that?" Tony's cop instincts kicked in at that moment. She seemed extremely confident in returning to Naples. Ziva clearly knew more than she was letting on.
"I got that."
"I told her about us. And the engagement. She's very happy for me and wants to meet you."
Tony nodded in agreement. "I'd like to meet Momma David sometime."
"Anyway, she wants what every mother wants when their daughter meets the right man."
"Grandkids," Tony guessed.
"Yes. And, it's hard to do that if we're on separate continents."
"Wow," Tony said. He thought about that for a moment. "You want to have kids?"
"Yes. Don't you?" Ziva asked, a little concerned.
"Absolutely. I can't think of anyone else to have little DiNozzo's with." This remark led to more passionate kissing. Tony felt a familiar ache and blushed when Ziva noticed his reaction. Thankfully, she said nothing.
"My other question," she began.
"How do we break the news to everyone? My parents? Everyone in DC?"
Tony thought about that for a moment. He found himself lost in thought as he pondered the question. Sensing the moment she'd been waiting for since awakening, Ziva grasped him firmly with her legs, then leveraged her weight, flipped him onto his back and rolled over on top of him. She flushed as Tony quickly recovered from his surprise. She noted smugly that he was quite obviously enjoying the new view. She smiled wickedly at him, enjoying his surprised look and eying various... parts of him. "You are not the only one with a sweet tooth, my love."