Title: Fiery (1/1)
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Tony clicked off the TV with a yawn. 12:30am. Bedtime. It should have been bedtime an hour ago, but he couldn't resist watching the rest of Return of the Jedi, even though he'd seen it hundreds of times and it was on Spike TV at least once a month.
He tossed the remote back on the couch, and stood, stretching his arms overhead. These days, sitting on the couch for extended periods of time made his back stiff. Ah, the joys of getting older.
He was just filling a glass with water when he heard a knock on the door. Who the hell was knocking on his door after midnight? There was a time when he would have had no question as to who it was, but it had been years since she'd made an impromptu visit in the middle of the night. It had been a long time since she'd even been over.
He trudged through the dim apartment, and pressed his eye to the peephole. Ziva stood in the hallway, arms crossed, staring right at him, like she knew he was watching her. Why was she here? She looked tired, but she always looked tired these days. He suspected she wasn't sleeping well.
He used to know exactly what it meant when Ziva showed up at his place late at night, but now he wasn't so sure. Impatience flicked through her eyes, and the door bumped Tony's nose as she rapped on it again, more forcibly this time.
He swung the door open with a smile. "And to what do I owe this pleasure?"
Ziva didn't answer, but just started at him for a moment. Her hair was a loose, curly mess. Her eyes were trained on him, wild and intense. Tony swallowed hard. She noticed. A glimmer of a grin lit up her face as she crossed past him into the apartment.
He barely had the door closed before she had him pinned to it. Her lips crushed his, her hands pressed to his chest, taking a fistful of his shirt. Tony was taken by surprise, but responded instantly. It was impossible for him not to. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. He was on autopilot, raking his fingers through her long curls, down her neck, along her sides.
Ziva's hands snaked under his shirt, and his eyes closed, head falling back against the door. Her mouth latched onto his neck, sucking hard. She was going to mark him, and he was going to let her. His eyes popped open again as she yanked his shirt over his head, and tossed it aside. Her own shirt soon followed.
Her hands cupped his bottom, and he bucked against her. This elicited a groan from Ziva. She shoved his sweatpants down his legs. Tony leaned down, again kissing her fiercely. He couldn't get enough of her. She pulled something out of her pocket and made quick work of shimmying out of her jeans. Tearing the red foil, she quickly slid its contents onto him. Tony groaned loudly.
She broke the kiss just long enough to jump up into his arms. He caught her with a grunt, and she laughed against his mouth. That sound made the frustration at his aging body worth it. She didn't laugh as much anymore, not freely like that.
His brain finally kicked in. "What are we doing, Zi?"
"It has been so long that you have forgotten?" she smiled devilishly.
"It—I—" he laughed.
There were no more words. That smile had turned his brain off again. Their coupling was fast and fiery, like an explosion. It always was. A night full of amazing sex, no talking about it later. She was asleep now on his chest. He still didn't have any idea why she had come over. She probably wouldn't tell him. But she asleep now, and looked peaceful, and that was something.