Yeah, I know…I suck. But I beg your forgiveness and provide this M rated chapter in return.
I repeat M RATED. You can safely skip this chapter and not really miss anything you couldn't figure out on your own.
I'm so addicted to
All the things you do
When you're going down on me
In between the sheets
All the sounds you make
With every breath you take
It's unlike anything
When you're loving me
Addicted, Saving Abel
CHAPTER EIGHT - Addicted
She was surprised when they got to the upscale steakhouse and found a reservation under Tony's name. They were seated quickly by the windows in a quiet booth with high back seats and a small lamp that created a warm yellow glow over the table. Thankfully Ziva's dress had cooperated and she had been able to sit and slide next to the window without much fuss. Of course, the actual fuss started the second they walked into the restaurant, at which point practically every male turned their heads to get a better look at the exotic beauty. Tony had just given them all a knowing look.
"When did you get a reservation?" she asked after asking the waiter for a red wine.
He looked at her over the menu. "I'll never tell my secrets…"
A noise of disbelief came from her as she looked back to her menu. It didn't take long for her to decide on her meal and she put the menu down, surprised to see Tony had also done the same. Their waiter returned quickly with drinks and disappeared with their orders.
Staring out into the moonlit sky, Ziva commented, "It certainly is beautiful here."
"Have I mentioned how gorgeous you look in that dress?"
She looked at him and smirked. "I believe you used 'unbelievably hot' on the way here."
"Well, I meant it."
For several moments they stared at each other, Tony expected everything to be a bit awkward, but it wasn't; they were too comfortable around each other for that.
"Every guy in this restaurant checked you out on the way to the table," he finally whispered conspiratorially.
A light laugh came from her and he smiled. That was twice today he had heard her laugh. Hopefully he could get her to do it more often; he enjoyed the sound.
She lifted her wine glass and tilted it to him; quickly he raised his beer and waited. "To friends and lovers," she finally said and if Tony had been drinking, it would have been all over the table. Because it wasn't entirely the words, but the way she said them, full of longing and desire.
As his mouth opened to respond the waiter returned with their meals. He closed it as the delicious smelling food was placed in front of him. Another light laugh came from her as he eyed the steak and potato.
"That is all you think about is it not? Food?"
Now it was his turn to give her a devious look and eye her like the steak. "Not all I think about."
Again she smiled and they dug into their food. It wasn't long before the food and a second round of drinks had been consumed. A third round was declined; they did have to go back to work tomorrow.
"So," he finally asked. "How long do you suppose we will be down here?"
"I do not know. Once Vance has identified trustworthy Mexican authorities I imagine we will be relieved."
Leaning back, he considered that. "Is it bad if I don't want to go back?"
"You enjoy stakeouts in the Mexican heat for hours?"
"I enjoy the company."
At that she just smiled at him. "We should get the bill."
Fifteen minutes later they were closing the room door behind them. Turning toward his partner, Tony paused a moment, staring at her with an unsure expression.
"Tony?" she finally asked while taking a step toward him, her fingers roaming down the front of his shirt slowly. As she approached his belt and started tugging on it he stilled her hand with his.
"Are you sure about this Ziva? I mean…really sure? Because if we do this then everything changes."
A ghost of a smile played against her features and she slid her hand back up to cup his face. "What changes Tony? I think we can both agree that what we have now is more than most people have in a lifetime. I could not trust you more. I would still risk my life for you. I will still have your back every single day." Now she placed one hand on his chest. "The only thing that changes is now I can confirm all those claims you make about your…prowess."
"They aren't just claims, they are the truth."
"Hmmmm…" she practically purred the sound. "Prove it."
As she stepped back Tony gave her a distressed expression—until her hand disappeared under her hair momentarily before slipping down to the zipper located at her side, slowly pulling it down. With one hand she gently tugged the material at her neck and the entire dress fell to the floor in a whoosh of fabric, revealing his partner to be naked except for an extremely small black thong.
Closing the distance between them he snaked one hand to the back of her neck, the other resting on her hip and pulled her into him, crushing his lips onto hers with fervor.
The hand on her hip slid around to her lower back, pulling her even closer. As his lips trailed down her neck, she tilted her head back and moaned his name.
"Tony…you are wearing too many clothes."
Pulling away, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, stepping toward her as she moved backwards toward the bed, stopping when the backs of her knees hit the mattress.
"This all feels vaguely familiar…" he said with a broad grin.
"Well, except this time we are not pretending," she said with an equally broad smile.
Carefully he pushed her back on the mattress and removed his slacks before following her down, pressing kisses and nibbling along her collarbone and shoulders.
"Tony," she practically whined.
"Yes, love," he muttered into the skin above her breasts.
"I need you…"
Suddenly he paused—hovering above her—and looked at her stricken.
"What?" she asked and placed a kisses on his jaw.
"I didn't…" he paused and stilled her movements, unsure how to broach the subject. "I didn't come prepared for…this."
A light laugh came from her as she pressed her head into his chest. "I would have been more concerned if you had been."
"That doesn't solve the prob…" he started but a finger on his lips stopped him.
"Unless there is something you need to tell me about, Tony, protection is…unnecessary." Now it was her turn to pause. "I am unable to get pregnant and have been…thoroughly tested."
A confused expression crossed his face but before he could question her, her hand snaked down and gently stroked him. "Later," she whispered and he nodded before resuming his exploration of her breasts.
It wasn't long before she was arching her pelvis toward him as his tongue licked and sucked at her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her center.
"Tony, now…" she panted at him and removed the small thong she wore before swiftly divesting him of his boxers.
Looking down, Tony locked eyes with her as she wrapped her long legs around his hips and helped guide him into her. As he pressed into her, Ziva closed her eyes as pleasure flooded her senses and gently pulled her lower lip between her teeth.
A long, low moan came from her as he started to move slowly at first before picking up the tempo.
"Faster…" she said and threw her head back, exposing her neck to him.
Tony obliged and leaned into her, licking the skin just below her ear as her legs tightened around him and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down onto her.
"Ohhhhh…cara…" she hissed as the change in angle clearly hit her in the right spot.
Ziva could feel the tension coiling up in her lower back and she arched up to him as best she could, desperate for release. "Tony…" she said in a needy, frantic tone. Only her partner could cause her to practically beg in bed.
"Ziva," he whispered into her ear and pressed harder into her. "You are beautiful…come for me…"
That was all she needed and her hands released his shoulders, fingers digging into the bed sheets as she came almost violently, wave after wave crashing over her. "Tony!" she cried out as the last rush moved through her and she felt him come shortly after.
As he rolled off, curling next to her sweaty body she let out a whoosh of breath.
"So," he asked as he nipped her shoulder. "Did I live up to expectation?"
She turned onto her side to face him, her fingers lighting up his side. "Oh, yes."
Nuzzling her face into his neck she started to drift into a satiated sleep as he pulled the covers over their cooling bodies.
It was three hours later when he suddenly woke and realized they had left several lights on the room, and while it didn't bother him before, now that it had been brought to his attention, the extra light annoyed him. Muttering, he pulled away from her warm body and quickly turned off the offending lights before returning to her.
"Bothering you, wasn't it?" she asked sleepily.
"Yep," he said and slid into the bed next to her, spooning her body. Which, in retrospect, wasn't such a good idea because as her gloriously naked behind shimmied into him, Tony reacted, becoming half hard.
"Mmmmm…" she hummed and pressed harder into him.
For a second his mind went blank, focused on the sensations she was causing, but then he remembered a promise she made.
"It's later," he mentioned and kissed the spot where her neck and shoulder met. "I think I can figure out one part on my own, but how do you know you can't get pregnant?"
Ziva rolled over with a small smile on her face, sometimes his native amazed her. Or maybe he suspected the why, but couldn't bring himself to actually believe it. "In Mossad, it is not…optimal to become pregnant. Especially when you are one of the top agents."
Now he just looked confused.
"When I was twenty-two I had my tubes tied, Tony. It was four months before Tali…" she paused to gather herself. "At the time it was the right decision, I told my father I would get it done and commit my life to Mossad if he promised me they would allow Tali to serve her required time then escape the family business."
"Oh," he said somewhat sadly. Heartbroken because of how different her life had been from his. At twenty two he was worried about the next co-ed he would get in bed, while she was making a life altering decision and losing her sister.
"It is fine Tony, really. I did not make the decision lightly. Besides, I am not exactly mother material." Her tone was final.
"You can't be sure..."
"I can." She mumbled into his chest as she slid down the bed, playfully tickling him on the way down.