This whole fic was inspired by the song "Teenage Dream." This first chapter is from Ziva's point of view and was written while I listened to "Teenage Dream," by Katy Perry. I don't own NCIS...
When she first saw him, he disgusted her. He was immature and he was overconfident. He thought he would get everything that he asked for and he didn't seem to care about anyone else.
She was attracted to him, though. He was smart even though he acted like a child, and he was passionate about his job. Ziva could not help the fact that she was attracted to Tony. Even though she didn't like his personality, she wanted him, although she would never admit that out loud.
So when they were forced to go undercover, Ziva was the one to suggest that they have sex. They had to play a married couple, right? So why not act like one? Surprisingly, he agreed. He ended up making her feel invincible. Ziva let go of everything; she could let down all of her walls, when she was with Tony.
There were no regrets about that night. Ziva did not regret a thing that she did that night. She knew that she could not tell anyone though. If she told someone, she and Tony would get in trouble. They had broken the rules.
So, Ziva never told anyone. She never uttered a word about the events that had happened when they were undercover. And as the years passed, Tony continued to make her feel invincible. Every time that Tony looked at Ziva, her heart stopped. It was childish to allow that to happen, but it was true.
She knew that what she felt for Tony was the real thing. She had asked him if he believed in soul mates; she left him hints but Ziva thought that he did not get those hints. He flirted with so many other women and he seemed oblivious to the fact that Ziva was right in front of him, basically waiting. All she wanted was to take a chance and tell him, "Do not ever look back, Tony."
So, Ziva started to try harder. She started to hit it into gear. She dressed herself in more form fitting clothes, and flirted with the males that they encountered. She tried to make Tony jealous. She tried to affect him in the same way that he affected her.
She hoped to get his heart racing. She wanted to be his dreams; Ziva did not want to be the only one that was dreaming. So she teased Tony; she led him on. All she wanted was some definite answers. Ziva felt like she was living a dream with Tony and she did not want that anymore.
They were together one day, following up on a lead that Gibbs had told them to check out. Tony was driving to the building that they had to go to; he never trusted Ziva's driving. So she was sitting on the passenger's side, mindlessly watching him as he drove. She knew that the feelings she felt for him were real.
Ziva wanted to let him know how she felt, but there was a rump stuck in her throat and she could not speak. Rubbing her hands on her jeans, Ziva bit her lip. She couldn't do it. Not now. Not while they were working. Maybe later she would tell him how she felt. Just maybe...
She had gotten through the questioning, the ride back to NCIS, and the rest of the day, without even thinking about telling Tony how she really felt. Ziva had actually forgotten about it until the end of the day.
She was walking out to her car when she heard footsteps behind her. Ziva automatically reached for her gun when she heard the footsteps even though she was still on base. You could never be too careful.
Taking her gun out of the holster, Ziva positioned it and turned to see who was following her. She sighed and laughed slightly when she saw Tony standing there. "Tony, what are you doing?" she said, still laughing, sliding the gun back into its holster.
Tony eyed her up and down, and Ziva's heart began to race again. She mentally cursed herself in Hebrew. Ziva could not believe that Tony staring at her, studying her, had this effect on her. She prayed that he could not hear her heart beating faster and faster by the second but it was probably worthless.
"I was just going to ask you if you wanted to..." he trailed off, still eyeing her up and down.
"Tony," Ziva said sternly, reaching for her gun again. "I will shoot you if you do not stop that."
Agent DiNozzo moved a step closer to Ziva, his eyes stopping their wandering. She looked up into his eyes and he looked back down into hers.
"Come back to my place with me. We can, uhm, watch a movie," he said lamely, his lips millimeters away from hers.
Ziva wanted to close the gap between their lips so badly, but she didn't want to risk anything. Her breathing stopped and her heart continued to beat faster and faster. "Sure, Tony," she murmured, her breathing shallow.
She wanted to take a chance and not look back, but Ziva was numb. She couldn't move, she couldn't even think.
Tony smirked at her and then finally closed the gap a moment later. His lips met with hers, and passion ran through her body. She had longed for this moment and now it was finally here.
When they pulled apart a moment later, Ziva was smiling. She opened his eyes and looked up at Tony happily.
He looked back down at her and smiled. "So, back to my place then?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. He took her hand, and the Israeli moved closer to him.
"Yes, Tony. Let's go to your apartment."