I'm sure it will come as no surprise to anyone that she is an absolute firecracker in bed. And I am not complaining.

We didn't make it to the bedroom right away. We actually only made it to the hallway at first. She stopped me and grasped the collar of my shirt, pressing me up against the wall. I wrapped my hands around her waist, feeling the taut muscles dancing beneath my hands. She pressed against me and began to kiss and nip at my neck, sending shivers through my body.

"What are we doing?" I asked breathlessly. I wondered where this was going and if perhaps this was something that should be talked about.

She removed her lips from my neck and began to unbutton my shirt. "It has been that long for you that you need an explanation?" she asked as she pressed a kiss against the center of my chest. It was a very tender move, much different from her aggressive attack on my lips.

"No, I just... Oh God..." I trailed off as her hands began to work on my belt. I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her back to my bedroom. Once there, I spun around and thrust my hands into her hair, cupping her head as I began to kiss her. She finished unbuttoning my shirt and gently pushed it off my shoulders. She ran her fingers down my bare chest and I reluctantly released her lips. "You have an unfair advantage here," I commented as I grasped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She grinned like the Cheshire Cat as I stared at her. She was wearing a lacy, emerald green demi-cup bra, giving her the perfect amount of cleavage. I gently ran a finger along the edge of the bra cup.

"Is this a matching set?" I ask, finally looking her in the eyes.

"One way to find out," she teased.

I reached for the fastening of her pants and she started to laugh. "Shoes first," she explained.

I pressed her backwards into the bed so she is forced to sit. I kneeled and quickly pulled off her shoes, and while I was down there, took care of my own as well. Nothing like getting tangled in your own pants to ruin the mood. I stood back up and leaned over her, kissing her gently and pressing her back onto the bed.

"Now, about that matching set..."

I am just getting to the best part of the memory when I hear my front door open and close. A moment later, she walks into my bedroom. She is wearing her running gear - a pair of tiny black shorts and a long sleeved green shirt. She must have kicked her shoes off at the door, because only her socks remain on her feet. Her hair is pulled into a high ponytail and the short curls that have fallen loose around her face are damp with sweat. Her face is still flushed and I can't keep my eyes off of her. Then I realize what she's carrying.

"You stopped for breakfast?" She is holding a cardboard coffee tray with two cups of coffee (well, likely a cup of coffee for me and a cup of tea for her) and a paper bag from the deli around the corner.

She sits down next to me on the bed and hands me the paper bag, which I eagerly open to peek inside. "Of course. I did not expect you to have any food in your kitchen."

"That's a good point," I agree as she hands me the cup of steaming coffee. As soon as I wrap my hands around the paper cup, she reaches out and grabs the paper bag from me.

"Hey!" I cry indignantly.

"It is not all for you, Tony," she says with a smile as she tucks her legs up under her. She reaches into the bag and pulls out a breakfast sandwich wrapped in waxed paper and hands it to me before pulling out a blueberry muffin for herself.

"Wow, breakfast in bed," I say as I unwrap the sandwich. "I must have done something right last night."

She sets her muffin on the bed next to me, freeing up her hand so she can slug me in the shoulder. "The proper response is 'Thank you.'"

"Mrrf moo," I respond around a mouthful of sandwich. She looks at me and raises an eyebrow. I swallow my mouthful and smile at her. "Thank you for breakfast, Ziva," I say as sincerely as possible, leaning in to kiss her neck just below her ear. "Mmm, sweaty," I joke as I lick my lips.

"If you are good, I may let you help me shower after we eat," she responds innocently, popping a piece of muffin into her mouth.

"From now on, I am on my best behavior," I respond with a leer.

"We shall see about that," she grins back.

As I take another bite out of my sandwich, I consider pinching myself. Breakfast in bed with Ziva. This is not where I thought we would end up. Of course, at some point we're probably going to have to talk about it. But for now, I'm just going to enjoy the moment and hope for many more such moments in the future.