Unless anyone has any requests they'd like me to do, the next chapter is going to be the last one. For real, this time. I'm maybe midway through the fourth chapter of Lovers, but I've hit a snag for it. *shakes fist angrily* WRITER'S BLOCK! (Gah, sorry, I've strayed over into the Whovian side of the Internet. :P)

Hopefully I did this song justice, since it's my second favorite Def Leppard ballad, the first one being "Love Bites."


Track Thirty-Four: Tonight

Aahhhh . . .
Ooooooh . . .

I don't wanna play the waiting game
And drift away, leaving an illusion
I don't wanna hide, it's foolish pride
To close my eyes, a touch away from wanting you

Silver moonlight mingled with golden lamplight in the dim room, illuminating just enough that the two figures there were able to see each other. They would have been able to see each other, anyway, given their night vision was as keen as that of a wolf.

Tony glanced over from the TV screen where Goldfinger was playing to Ziva, only to see that she was engrossed in Animal Farm, one of her favorite novels. The senior field agent on NCIS Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs's team had taken over the couch, while Ziva was curled up in a comfortable chair in her apartment. She glanced up from her book, her brown eyes meeting his green-gray ones, and it was all he could do not to close his eyes as he was so close to losing control. He was tired of waiting, of playing this game, when he knew they both needed contact.

Don't try to look away when you're face to face
I see your eyes, that animal emotion
You don't have to set your tender trap
It's in those eyes, it's gonna happen anyway

"Did you want something, Tony?" Ziva asked, marking her page and setting the book aside.

His mouth had suddenly gone dry, and he found he couldn't look away. "Um, yeah," he managed.

Ziva rose from the recliner, her legs unfurling with predatory grace, and stalked over to him. "What?" Her voice had dropped, turned husky. Tony scrabbled to his feet, noticing as he did so the hungry gleam and shadow of the wolf in her eyes.

There was no need for that, since what he had in mind was already in motion.

Movin' to the rhythm of your heartbeat
Yeah, I'm wantin', willin', touchin' you, we'll be
Movin' to the rhythm of your heartbeat
Oh babe, when you get that rhythm
Gonna move into your room

"What do you want, Tony?" Ziva asked, still in that husky tone. It reminded him too much of when they'd been undercover as married assassins. Then again . . . that was probably what she was going for.

And why couldn't he answer her with words? He gave up on speech after a few milliseconds and settled on pulling her mouth to his for a passionate kiss.

Ziva responded by wrapping her hands around his neck and moving closer so she was pressed up against him. He could feel her heart pounding an allegro tempo in her chest, smell the pheromones that belied desire . . . and he wanted more, needed more.

So he began maneuvering her to her room, their clothes leaving a trail on the floor.

Tonight—give me love with no disguise
Tonight—I see the fire in your eyes
Tonight—I wanna win the greatest prize
Tonight—so right, this night, could it be dynamite
Wait and see, if it pleases you it pleases me

Ziva's bedroom was completely dark, but that didn't bother the two Shifters. Besides, given that their world had just contracted to the two of them, a bomb could have destroyed the Navy Yard and they wouldn't have noticed. Well, maybe. The Navy Yard and NCIS headquarters were their home territory, practically their camp.

None of that mattered right now. Sights, smells, and sensations all blurred together, though Tony caught a flash of fire in Ziva's dark brown eyes. He grinned wolfishly and switched positions so he was on top, continuing to explore and pleasure her. It was all he wanted, really, because it wasn't just to please her: it was for him, as well.

There's nothing I can say, it's no mystery
It's in your eyes, those eyes are where I wanted them
So give me heart and soul, I lose control
Can't stop my eyes from falling into fantasy

At some point, he found he was staring into her eyes again. Their dark brown color was now almost black with both desire and the feral glint of her wolf. Tony found he couldn't say anything, because any words that came out of his mouth would have sounded trite and meaningless. So instead, as she gave herself to him, he found he was losing control over both his humanity and his wolf as he surrendered to his desire and fantasies, the feel of Ziva's hot flesh brushing against his.

Movin' to the rhythm of your heartbeat
Oh, I'm wantin', willin', touchin' you, we'll be
Movin' to the rhythm of your heartbeat
Oh yeah, when you get that rhythm
Gonna move into your room

Tonight—give me love with no disguise
Tonight—I see the fire in your eyes
Tonight—so right, this night could it be dynamite
Wait and see

Mouths, teeth, tongues glided across skin slick with sweat. Tony couldn't help releasing a low groan that quickly turned into a growl of pleasure as he finally slid inside her, found her rhythm. Her nails dug into his skin, raked across his back. They would leave marks, but he didn't mind.

At last, spent, with the aftershocks trembling through him, he lay next to her, stroking her dark hair and breathing in her scent. The last thing he thought as he drifted into dreamland was Love begs, love pleads—it's what I need. . . .

Check it out

Tonight—give me love with no disguise
Tonight—I see the fire in your eyes
Tonight—I wanna win the greatest prize
Tonight—so right, this night, could it be dynamite
Wait and see, if it pleases you it pleases me


Song: "Tonight" by Def Leppard