Summary: Fluff and smut. Tony and Ziva get a new apartment and have fun 'christening' each room.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING

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New Apartment

Chapter 1

Bedroom

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Ziva David walked into her bedroom to see her boyfriend breaking down a cardboard box.

"Finished putting my clothes away," Tony DiNozzo smiled triumphantly.

"About time," Ziva rolled her eyes. "I got all my books put away."

Tony sauntered over to her with a smirk on his face and, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulled her against him.

"So if all my clothes are put away, and all those books of yours are put away that means everything is unpacked now. We're officially moved into our new apartment." he placed a soft kiss to her lips.

"I suppose we are," she says before kissing him again, this time deeper and more passionately.

Still holding her tightly against him, he backed up until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he fell backwards, Ziva following him. Hovering over him, she began placing kisses along his jaw and his hands moved to grasp her ass.

She moved down his jaw, then down his neck, and then down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as she went. Once his shirt was open, she pushed it off of him and flung it somewhere in the room. Her tongue began toying with his nipple as his hands slid under her shirt, pushing it up. Ziva left her actions to lift the shirt over her head, but quickly resumed as Tony's hands ran up and down her back. His thumb brushed across her nipple and he could feel it's hardness underneath her cotton bra.

She groaned into his mouth and he flipped them over, so she was below him. She playfully scowled up at him. But the scowl went away quickly when, in one fluid motion, he slipped his hand down her pants and under her panties, pushing a finger into her wet heat. She groaned louder as he inserted a second one. He pulled out of her only to take off her pants. Once he threw them on the ground, he began kissing her thighs, slowly inching closer to her center.

"Tonyyy," she whined, but he just chuckled.

He slipped two fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, sliding them down her long, lean legs. He set a feather light kiss to her entrance before his tongue snaked in. She groaned even loader this time, and her hands flew to his head. Her fingers twisted in his hair so tightly, she was sure it was a little painful for him. But whether it was or wasn't, he didn't seem to mind.

As he continued his torture down south, one hand came up and began massaging her breast, twirling her nibble with his thumb. She felt her walls tighten, and she cried out as her orgasm came. Tony came up and kissed her as she road out her waves of pleasure.

When they pulled apart, and her breathing evened out again, she sat up, so they were sitting in front of one another. Her lips locked his again and she gently pushed on his chest and he fell back, lying with her once again on top of him. As she kissed him, she reached under her and undid his pants, sliding both them and his boxers down.

She continued battling his tongue until the need for oxygen was relevant. She pulled apart from him and slid down. She looked up at him with a slightly predatory gaze, before taking his erection deep into her mouth. Now it was his turn to groan.

"Ugh, holy fuck."

Ziva chuckled, releasing him, pressing wet kisses all around his hard member.

Soon she crawled back up and straddled him. She lifted herself up momentarily before sinking down onto him. His erection filled her and her head fell bad, a moan of ecstasy on her lips. She started off slow, rocking back and fourth on him. Tony's hands flew to grab her hips, willing her to go faster. She took the cue and began riding him, harder and harder.

Screams began escaping her lips and soft groans and curses could be heard from Tony. Tony began stroking her clit, and she cried out loudly.

"God, Tony!"

With that cry, she came a second time, falling onto him and clutching him as the fireworks were set off in her body. The sound of her moaning and panting in his ear brought him to his own release.

They both caught their breath, but Ziva didn't move off of Tony. They stayed there, holding one another for what seemed like an eternity. Ziva's head was nested in the crook of Tony's neck, and his hands drew lazy patterns on her back, causing goose bumps to form.

Finally, Tony chuckled, breaking the precious moment. "Hey, we have officially christened our apartment."

"Christened? I thought christening meant to baptize?" She asked, confused. She rested her chin on his chest to look at him.

"Yeah, it means that but it also means like the first time you have sex in a place."

Ziva rolled her eyes. "Well if that is so, then we have only christened the bedroom, not the rest of the apartment."

A smile grew on Tony's face. Oh ya, this was gonna be fun.

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Hoped you enjoyed that little bit of smut. More chapters will come soon; each room will have a chapter.