"Admired From Afar"
--Chapter One--
(Ziva's Point-Of-View)
Ziva was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate on her work sitting at her desk, in the bullpen, at the NCIS Headquarters in Washington D.C.
She kept getting distracted by the phone conversation that Tony was having with a suspect, or witness, or whoever it was that he was talking to; and she had to finish this paper work for Gibbs before quitting time or she would be in deep trouble.
Her mind wandered from her work again, and she found herself staring across the bullpen at Special Agent Anthony 'Tony' DiNozzo. There was just something about him, Ziva thought, that attracted her like a magnet to a piece of metal.
She would spend hours with Tony, acting as though she could not stand to share the same air with him, just to be able to hide her true feelings.
Tony chuckled, and the sound of his voice was like music to her ears. He reached up to his neck/throat and loosened his tie. It sent a chill down her spine.
When she'd first met Tony her first impression of him was childish, immature, and narcissistic (to a degree). Not worth her time, she had said.
But now, after spending two and a half years as his partner here at NCIS in Washington D.C.--she had grown to...well, to like him. She began to find his sense-of-humor sexy, and his knack for turning something serious into a joke quite funny (though she was still prone to rolling her eyes at him). His constant quoting of various film scenarios and how they applied to everyday life as he saw it--she thought that that was rather cute to be honest.
"Lets face it," she thought to herself. "He's the complete package."
She noticed, suddenly, that he was staring at her from his desk across the bullpen, and it startled her. She looked away--quickly.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Come on Ziva," she thought to herself. "Get a grip on yourself."
"He's just...a guy." she told herself. But even as she said the words in her head, she couldn't help but look over at Tony, sitting at his own desk across the bullpen from her. "Just...a guy...a very, very hot guy." she drooled.
"Ziva, you alright over there?" Tony called to his partner, leaning away from the telephone--momentarily.
She shook her head, clearing the fog that had drifted in while she had been completely unaware.
"Uh, uh, yes." she replied, stammering over her words. "I am...fine." she said, turning back to her paper work.
"Okay," Tony said, not entirely convinced. "If you...say so."
The truth was sometimes she would imagine what it would feel like to be in his arms. What his kisses would taste like.
She imagined what he would feel like inside her, moving around like a cave-diver exploring a new site somewhere. She imagined the forcefulness that he would use--pounding her senseless in the dead of night.
Suddenly Ziva's entire body convulsed without warning, and a shudder ran down the length of her spine. Had she--did she just--
She grasped the edges of her desk, as she waited for the spasms to abate. She blinked several times as her senses returned through the heavy fog that had settled in.
She hoped that no one had seen or been paying attention to what was going on behind her desk.
"Did that really just happen?" she thought to herself. She was sweating, and not just under her armpits, so it must have been real. She had just had an orgasm while thinking about Tony.
Oh, if Tony ever found out--she would never hear the end of it. Especially not after the way she had been treating him for the last 2 1/2 years.
She knew, without a doubt, though, that if she ever got him alone--somewhere--she would throw herself at him, willingly, and beg him to take her, right then and there. No questions asked.
She needed some fresh air...now.
(Tony's Point-Of-View)
Tony sat at his desk talking on the phone with a lawyer trying to get her to agree to come in with her client so that Gibbs could talk to them. He wasn't really having much luck so far.
Adding an unexpected degree of difficulty was the fact that he could not seem to keep his eyes off of the exotically beautiful Mossad Officer--Ziva David.
She was--she was certainly something else, that was for sure. The way she butchered the many various idiomatic expressions found throughout the American language--he actually found kind of cute, though he would never tell her that.
She didn't want him. She could NEVER want him, and he just knew it.
But despite this minor set back, he still wanted her. More than anything else on the planet--he wanted her, for himself.
The way she walked when she walked past him, most of the time, swinging those perfect hips--almost in his face. That perfect ass, perfectly shaped and proportioned just like the rest of her body, tempting him, taunting him...calling him.
And that perfectly toned musculature, highlighted by the perfect natural tan shade of her skin. Ziva David, in his mind, was the absolute definition of the phrase 'Exotic Beauty'.
There were times that he wasn't sure he would be able to stand in the same room with her for more than just a few minutes or so.
The way she smiled at him sometimes, and the way she laughed and teased him--and well everyone else she knew. It made him hard.
"Oh shit!" he swore under his breath.
"Oh, no," he said into the phone that he just realized was still held up to his ear/mouth. "Not you--I was just--I spilled some coffee is all." he stammered, clearing his throat.
"Did my pants just get tighter--or is it just me?" he thought to himself. "Oh, not good."
Tony was so preoccupied with what was going on in his pants that he did not notice Ziva getting up, turning in her paperwork, and then heading for the elevator rather quickly.
"Yeah, thanks again." Tony said into the telephone. "Alright. Bye." He hung up the phone as quickly as he could.
"I've gotta get out of here." Tony thought to himself. He jumped up, grabbed the paperwork that he had just finished, his other stuff that he needed, and then he headed towards Gibbs' desk. "Here boss."
Gibbs accepted the manila file folder from the Senior Field Agent, and then waved him off. "Good night." Gibbs told him.
Tony raced for the elevator, and just barely managed to catch it as the doors were closing.
(TOGETHER)
"Damn." Ziva thought to herself as Tony stepped onto the elevator car. "Not good."
The elevator car began to move, but before it could really get anywhere, Ziva slapped the 'STOP' switch into its 'OFF' position. The elevator halted mid ways into its journey down towards the parking garage.
Ziva threw herself at Tony, in that moment, pushing him backwards into the wall--making him drop his stuff (on) to the floor.
"Tony..." Ziva moaned, as she pressed her body against his, holding it there, as she kissed him on the lips. "I want you." she told him.
Tony groaned, and nodded in agreement.
"We can't...do this...here." Tony said, between kisses, though if it wasn't for the fact that he was afraid of being caught in the act by Gibbs--he'd have her there in a heartbeat.
"Why...not?" she asked, breathlessly.
"Gibbs." Tony pointed out.
"Where?" she asked, looking up into his eyes, pleading for him. "I want--no--I need it..." she breathed, pressing her body even closer to his.
Tony groaned. If she kept this up much longer there wouldn't be anything left for him to give.
"The lab." he breathed, against her lips. "Abby's already left," he pointed out. "But she had to leave the lab open so that the janitor can wax the floor(s) early tomorrow morning." he explained.
"The lab then." she said, as she flipped the switch to re-start the elevator. Then she pressed the button to take them down to the floor where the lab was located.
In The Lab...
A Few Minutes Later...
"Oh, fuck." Ziva moaned, aloud, as Tony's fingers slipped into the wet folds between her legs.
She stood before him, in the lab, in nothing but her bra and panties. He, on the other hand, still had on his button-down shirt covering his upper body/torso. The rest of the articles of their clothing were scattered about the lab floor--around them.
"T-Tony..." she moaned.
Tony moved his finger(s) in and out of her tender wetness, teasing her.
She reached out, desperately, and ripped his shirt open--pushing it down his shoulders and arms.
He released his grip on her so that she could finish pushing the shirt to the floor below. She grabbed at his boxers, and forced them down his muscular legs (as well) until they hit the floor below too.
"Ziva..."
Ziva grabbed his erection in her hand(s).
"Two can play this game." she teased, as she began to move her hands up and down his shaft.
"Fu-" he started to swear under his breath.
She traced a line of kisses across the top of his chest.
"Oh," he groaned. "That's it...you asked for it Ms. David." he growled.
He grabbed her waist and spun her around to face the lab table.
Ziva gasped, as he spun her around so quickly.
He quickly snatched her panties down her legs, and then bent her over the lab table.
"Hang on tight." he growled in her ear.
She grabbed onto the sides of the table, and held on for dear life.
Tony shoved his way into her steaming wetness, and she gasped for air as she felt his throbbing erection invade her to her core.
She gasped and whimpered, wiggling her hips a little bit, as her body adjusted to his impressive size.
"G-God...Tony...It feels..." she swallowed hard. "S-s-so g-good." she whimpered. "Please," she begged, panting heavily. "Fuck me with it."
Tony groaned as he began to move inside her--pounding away at her forcefully with everything that he had. The erotic sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing throughout the dimly-lit lab.
"Hmm...yeah...Uh, uh, oh...yeah--harder." she moaned as her body vibrated dangerously with each successive thrust of his throbbing erection inside her.
Slowly the coil inside her wound tighter and tighter, threatening to spring free at any moment.
Ziva came first--her grip on the table tightening so much that if the table had been made of anything less than what it was (made out of) it would have crumpled into dust in her hands.
"T-Tony...I-I'm-I'm gonna-" she couldn't finish her sentence, because at that very moment the coil inside her sprung loose; and a massive, explosive force erupted outward from her center.
Her whole body shuddered and convulsed with her climax.
"Oh-Oh God." she moaned, as she held on to the table for dear life as her release threatened to tear her apart.
Tony groaned, as he too reached his peak, and his release sent shock waves rippling through his body. "Z-Ziva..." he groaned, as he leaned forward against her--bracing himself for support until the worst was over.
They finally collapsed to the floor together, in a heap, Tony catching Ziva and pulling her to him.
"That...was...amazing." Ziva said, panting heavily.
As their vital signs began to return to normal, Tony nibbled at her ear lobe, and then traced a trail of kisses down the side of her neck.
Ziva waited for Tony to say something stupid--like quote a film scenario (which was his custom in moments like these), but there was only silence for the longest time.
"Ziva," Tony said finally. "I think...I think I'm in love with you." he whispered, in her ear.
Ziva looked back at Tony, unsure of whether she had heard him correctly or not.
"Wh-What?" she asked, a little confused.
"I know it sounds crazy," he admitted aloud. "But, ever since the moment I first met you--I think I've been in love with you."
Ziva stared up into his eyes, for a brief moment, searching for any hint that he was just playing with with her--like maybe he was just quoting another one of his stupid movie lines--but she found nothing to indicate anything like that.
She pressed her lips to his, and they shared a long, passionate kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, she ran her fingers, gently, over his lips/face.
"Why don't you come on back to my place," Tony said quietly. "We can talk more there." he added.
"And by talk," Ziva said, huffed, with a small grin. "I assume you mean--have more sex."
"No," Tony replied quietly, shaking his head. "I mean 'talk'."
Ziva was really getting frustrated at this point. Tony was not at all acting like the man that she 'thought' she knew. He was being 'way' too serious.
But she agreed, finally, and the two of them re-dressed themselves, and then headed out for the parking lot to find their cars.
--Chapter Two--
They arrived at Tony's place a little bit after 9:30 p.m.
He closed and locked the apartment door behind them, and then tossed his coat over one of the hooks on the nearby coat rack.
Ziva had never seen the inside of Tony's place before, but it was nothing like she had imagined it would be--nothing like it at all.
"This is...quaint." she said, looking around the main living area, as Tony flipped the lights on so that they could see better.
"Well, its not much," Tony said, with a small chuckle. "But, its me."
"Hungry?" Tony asked, as he headed into the kitchen area. "I can whip up something for us." he told her.
"Like what?" she asked.
"Well, what would you like?" Tony asked.
"If you had some tea--that would be nice." she thought aloud.
"Tea." Tony repeated. "Actually, I think I do have some tea--somewhere around here." he said, looking around in the pantry.
"Aha, here it is." he said, holding up a small box of jasmine tea packets.
"Jasmine be okay?" he asked.
"That's fine." she replied.
A little while later the two of them sat on the sofa sipping hot tea together.
"About before," Ziva said, setting her tea cup down on the coffee table.
Tony shook his head, as he too laid down his tea cup on the small table.
"Forget about it." he told her, trying to act as though it didn't matter. "It was...It was nothing." he added.
"No, no, Tony." Ziva said, sensing that she may have hurt his feelings, and that was the last that she wanted to do. "I didn't mean it like that."
"Its just...its complicated." she told him, looking away.
"Look, Ziva," Tony said, softly. "I never expected you to feel the same way--or return the gesture-" he explained. "I just wanted you to know how I feel."
Ziva stared into Tony's eyes for a moment or two, before sitting up and pressing her lips to his.
She pulled back, slightly, and stared into his eyes (again) for a brief moment. She let go of his face, and stood up--moving away from the sofa a little bit. She was facing away from Tony at this point.
A part of her wanted to tell Tony--No, scream to Tony--that she did love him. That she had always loved him...practically from day one; but then another part of her didn't want to put herself out there like that (knowing Tony as she thought that she did) because she didn't want to wake up one morning to find that he had moved on to another 'Flavor of the Week'.
"Something wrong?" Tony asked, a little confused by the signals that he was getting from Ziva at this point.
"I keep waiting for you to try to compare this to one of your idiotic film scenarios, she said quietly, rubbing her (own) shoulders as if she were chilled or something like that. "Like this should all be just a 'game' to you." she added.
Tony could suddenly feel an air of tension filling the room around the area between Ziva and himself. Something, inside, told him that maybe he had come on just a little bit (too) strong at first.
Tony stood up, and walked towards Ziva. "Is that who you want me to be?" he asked her, quietly. "Tony DiNozzo, the 'Womanizing-Playboy' that the female race has come to know and love." he said, walking with a little swagger to his step (talking in sort of a lame-Elvis impersonator voice).
Ziva was turning back around to face him, at that point. She tried not to laugh, but with Tony--that was just about the hardest thing to do.
"Or would you prefer the company of the greatest spy and lover this world has ever known." This time Tony did his best Sean Connery/James Bond impersonation. "DiNozzo--Anthony DiNozzo." he added, cracking a goofy grin/smile at Ziva.
Ziva couldn't help but laugh at Tony.
Tony stepped up close to Ziva, who had--by now--lowered her arms back down to her sides.
"You've already had the pleasure of spending part of the evening--with the former," he said, still in his Sean Connery/James Bond persona.
He reached out, and pulled Ziva's sweater up over her head--tossing it backwards towards the sofa behind him.
Ziva raised up on her tiptoes (after kicking out of her shoes) and pressed her lips to his.
"Now, you're at the mercy of the latter. Prepare to be loved like you've never been loved before, darling." he told her, still in his Sean Connery/James Bond persona.
Tony began leaving a trail of kisses down the side of Ziva's neck/throat, as he wrapped his hands/arms around her body and held her close.
Ziva uttered a low, soft moan at the pleasurable sensations that his lips were currently awakening.
A minute or so later she heard the sound of a pocket knife flipping open behind her back. "What's-" she started to ask, as she felt Tony nibbling at the tip of her ear.
"Not to worry love," Tony told her (in his Sean Connery/James Bond voice). "I'm just relieving you of this 'infernal' device."
Ziva felt the blade of the knife slide up underneath the back side of her bra. "You will owe me a new one." she whispered, half-jokingly.
Tony chuckled, as he started cutting away around the devices (on the back of the bra) that held the bra in place with a certain dramatic flair. "That's quite alright," he said. "Just send the bill to 'M'." he added.
He pulled the bra away from her body, and tossed it somewhere across the room behind him.
Ziva decided to try to get in on the act, while she could, though she had really only ever seen one of the 'James Bond' films (or maybe she'd seen two or three--she couldn't remember at present--but she did remember the 'one' that she'd seen not too long ago).
Tony cupped her supple breasts in his hands as he attacked her lips in much the same fashion which he had seen James Bond do on so many occasions in the entire run of the 'James Bond' films.
"Ah, just what I was looking for." Tony chuckled.
"Oh, James." Ziva moaned playfully, trying her best to mimic that sing-song tone of voice that all of those women in the "James Bond' films seemed to share, as she ripped open his (own) shirt--exposing his bare (semi-hairy) chest. She discovered, overall, that 'she' (herself) was not all that great at doing impersonations--like Tony did.
Tony chuckled at Ziva's attempt at acting like a 'Bond Girl'. "If you like that," Tony replied, in his Sean Connery/James Bond voice. "You'll love this."
Tony's hands began to move southward. "How about a little trip--south of the border?" he whispered in her ear, with a slight, soft chuckle.
"Sounds nice." Ziva replied, between kisses, still trying her best to act like one of those 'Bond Girls' from the films.
"Good."
His hands finally reached her waistline, and there he dipped only slightly lower--to the button(s)/snaps that held her pants up--and proceed to slip the blade of his pocket knife in between the folds of the delicate fabric. He ultimately made short work of those fastenings (just like he'd done with her bra only moments before) and her pants fell down her legs to the floor.
Ziva, obligingly, stepped out of her pants, and kicked them across the floor so that they would not be in the way.
"Now, we're getting somewhere." Tony told her as he attacked her lips with his own once again.
Ziva pulled back slightly, a mischievous grin spread across her face. "Not quite." she replied, still using that fake sing-song voice from before. "You have yet to reveal all of your secrets, Mr. Bond." she teased.
Tony chuckled. "Right you are, my dear."
Tony stepped back, an inch or two, and quickly shrugged out of his shirt and tie--tossing them somewhere over his shoulder.
Ziva marveled at how chiseled his chest looked, now that the shirt wasn't obscuring the view as it had been doing only moments before. She reached out to touch him, but he moved to quickly for her.
"Tony-"
Tony attacked Ziva's supple breasts, one at a time, with his mouth. He traced a line of kisses around, and up and down each one--first. Then he flicked each tender nipple with his tongue (playfully) grinning devilishly each time he made Ziva arch against him--her body begging, pleading for more.
Ziva gasped, and her body arched against him as his actions sent waves of pleasure rippling through her body.
"More..." she moaned, quietly, as her body, involuntarily, arched forward once again.
Tony chuckled. "As you wish." he whispered, against her delicate skin.
He slid a hand downwards, again, towards her panties now. He grasped the elastic lining, and pulled them downwards--moving along with them--until he reached the floor (level). He tapped Ziva on the ankle, once he reached that point, and she replied by stepping out of her panties for him.
Tony tossed the panties aside, and then stood back up to his feet once again. He pressed his lips against hers, and kissed her passionately, as he slid two fingers deep into her tender folds.
Suddenly, Ziva gasped for air, against his lips, here eyes blinking furiously as waves of pleasure swept through her body--this time actually emanating from her very center.
"Uh, uh-oh," she moaned, her body arching against his fingers.
Tony chuckled against Ziva's lips as he continued to kiss her (somewhat forcefully now). "I thought you might like that." he whispered softly, in his Sean Connery/James Bond voice.
Now Ziva's body was really on fire, and she could feel that coil inside her winding, twisting, and tightening itself up once again/more.
"Yes..." she moaned, as she felt his fingers move slowly and gently in and out, in and out of her tender folds.
"And I'm only just getting started." he whispered in her ear, with a light chuckle, still using his Sean Connery/James Bond voice.
Ziva whimpered against his lips, now, begging him to 'release' her--right then and there.
The next thing that either of them knew--they were both fully naked (on the sofa), again, and Ziva was hovering over him.
"Wait," Tony said, with a groan, as he reached around the side of the sofa for the side table (drawer). He pulled out a small, foil packet and quickly unwrapped it and sheathed himself in the condom's protective shell.
Ziva could hardly believe it. He did care. He actually cared enough to use protection. Her eyes glistened, as she proceeded to lift herself up and then lower herself down over his erection.
This time Ziva had time and presence of mind to explore each sensation as it occurred.
"Hmmm..." she moaned, with her eyes closed. The feel of him inside her was so much better than anything she'd ever imagined. "Feels good." she told him, in a low voice, and a light chuckle.
"I hope you can keep up, Mr. Bond." Ziva said, with a grin, still using her best 'Bond Girl' impersonation voice.
"Question is..." Tony whispered, in his best Sean Connery/Jams Bond impersonation voice, as he leaned up to steal a kiss. "...Can you?"
Ziva chuckled. "We'll see."
She started rocking her hips, slowly at first, against his--steadily increasing the tempo as she moved to the rhythm of the music of their hearts.
--Chapter Three--
This time Ziva and Tony came together, gasping for air, as their own orgasms rocked their bodies to the core--comparable, probably, to the strongest magnitude earthquake ever recorded in human history.
Ziva collapsed against Tony's chest, and laid there, riding out the aftershocks of her release as she waited patiently for her vital signs to return to normal.
"Damn." Tony muttered, under his breath, quietly--panting heavily (his heart beating at a million miles per second).
Ziva chuckled. "Enjoy the rodeo, cowboy?" she asked, with a grin. "Wasn't too much for ya was it?"
This time Tony switched to his best John Wayne impersonation--though this was made difficult by the fact that his breathing and heart rate were still somewhat erratic.
"That'll be the day." Tony replied, with a nod (as if he were tipping his hat to her).
Ziva chuckled again, as she planted a gentle kiss against his lips.
"Tony," she said softly, laying her weary head back down against his chest. "I think...(yawn)...I'm falling in love with you."
Tony opened his mouth to respond, but then he realized that she had fallen asleep against his (semi-hairy) chest.
Tony chuckled quietly. "Sleep tight.?" he whispered softly in her ear, as he wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her, gently, on the top of the head.
It wasn't long after that that Tony, himself, found it far too difficult to keep his own eyes open; and so he silently drifted off to dreamland with Ziva snuggled safely and warmly in his arms.
--------THE END--------
Author's Chapter Notes:
Tony/Ziva
Ziva's got her eyes set on someone at the office...someone who sets her insides on fire, with just a simple chuckle...Tony's having trouble keeping his eyes off of the 'exotic beauty' that sits just across from him in the squad room.
Ziva's got her eyes set on someone at the office...someone who sets her insides on fire, with just a simple chuckle...Tony's having trouble keeping his eyes off of the 'exotic beauty' that sits just across from him in the squad room.
Chapter End Notes:
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