I kind of forgot about this little series, but that is only because I didn't have any more ideas for it. Now I had an idea, so I had to write it out.
Warnings: A person's mind plays tricks.
Summary: She's really good at what she does.
It's short, but let's see if you can guess what this is before the end. :]
Her movements were tantalizingly hypnotic, and no matter how hard Tony tried he could not tear his eyes away from her. It always seemed that she knew what she was doing, but seeing her put that knowledge to use was something else entirely. He reveled in it.
Ziva's strokes were slow and sure, and she smiled as he hummed his approval. "I told you I know what I am doing," she said. Her tone was mocking as she kept up her motions, and Tony's eyes were caught by the flexing of her forearm as she worked at a fervent pace.
His eyes trailed down to her fingers, tracing the up down movement of her wrist as her fingers flexed and stretched. He liked to see her hands full, it showed her strong grasp and the surety that she often possessed. It was one of the many things about her that attracted him. "I never said that you wouldn't," he grunted thickly.
"No, no you did not." Her grip tightened, and her motions quickened as she hastened to that finish line. "You did say that you could do it better though.
"I have had more practice than you." He groaned as his back stretched and twisted. He should have known never to confront her, though more often than not the end results were something he very much enjoyed. "And you should have seen that as the challenge it was."
She smiled up at him, craning her arm further down to that one spot she knew needed attention. "Oh, I did." Her eyes flashed to him, and she licked her lips as she stared him down. "You are almost finished, yes?"
"I'm close…" He trailed off as his breath wheezed out of him in a gust of air.
"Good." She gave one last final stroke upwards, before turning around to face him completely. Paint smudged her cheeks, and her eyes glittered with amusement. "You owe me twenty bucks," she stated.
Her grin was infectious, and even as he struggled to reach the last corner of the room he couldn't help but to feel happiness course through his veins. "Hey, twenty bucks is nothing. I'm just glad I didn't have to paint this room all by myself."
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