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Last, but not least, a very special thanks to Jenna (Angel's blue eyed girl) for beta reading this chapter & helping with any rewrites.

Enjoy everyone.

Kimmie

~NCIS~

Previously:

Ziva pressed back against him. "Tony quit talking. We have waited long enough."

He chuckled. "Right." And she was. They had waited long enough. Tony was more than ready to find out if the reality of being inside Ziva David was as good as his fantasies. She glanced at him over her shoulder and her sultry dark eyes flared with lust when she noticed he was unbuttoning his pants. She licked her lips and breathlessly asked him to hurry. Tony's knees wobbled and he had the distinct feeling that reality was going to be far, far better...

Chapter 2

He couldn't get his pants undone fast enough. Only problem, his hands were shaking, making him fumble with the zipper, which, ironically (and cruelly in Tony's opinion) was picking this time to be difficult by getting caught in the fabric. "Dammit…" he cursed under his breath. He gritted his teeth as he tugged at it, furiously trying to get it undone, but it wouldn't budge.

"Tony…what is taking you so long?" Ziva asked, her voice a blend of a needy whine and growly command.

"It's my zipper…" he muttered scowling at the annoying piece of metal. This wasn't a good start for the man once labeled the "Sex Machine". He was about to say 'fuck it' and just tear the damn pants open when it finally gave. The sound of his zipper lowering was loud in the close quarters of the elevator and in response Ziva shivered.

"Hurry…" she whispered.

Tony placed soft kisses along her neck as he pushed his pants and boxers down, giving a soft sigh of relief when his erection was finally freed from the tight confines of his pants. "Easy, my little Ninja," he purred in her ear. "I want this to be good for both of us."

"It will be if you would simply do something," Ziva hissed impatiently pressing her rear end against him in both invitation and demand.

Tony grunted in response, but he hurried to comply—it was what they both needed at this point. One hand snaked around her waist and down her taught belly to cup her naked sex, while the other gripped his cock and guided it to her opening. He rubbed her clit with his thumb and forefinger while he ran the weeping tip of his penis along her damp folds. She was so wet his eyes nearly crossed. He paused, took another shuddering breath and pushed forward. They both groaned as the mushroom shaped head slipped inside her. He rocked his hips forward, inching into her a bit at a time.

Sandwiched between Tony's big body and the elevator, Ziva's head tipped forward, her forehead pressing against the cool metal wall as he stretched her to the brink. She muttered a soft curse in Hebrew as he slid deeper. He was big—bigger than she'd anticipated, but she did not want him to stop. She'd waited so long—her body pulsed around him—it was almost too good. "Tony…Please…"she said softly, biting her lip, refusing to beg as he took his sweet time with her. Time they didn't have. "Tony…" she said again, but he refused to give her more. Ziva didn't doubt his lust. He wanted her as badly, if not more, but he was teasing her. Ziva decided to regain control. Purposely she clenched her internal muscles around him, milking a response from him and smirking to herself when he gasped and his hand tightened to a 'death-grip' on her hip.

Tony couldn't stop the groan that escaped his clenched jaw as her rippling heat surrounded him. "Fuck!" he cursed, sucking in a sharp breath when her sheath clamped down on him hard enough to be a mixture of pleasure and pain. It didn't surprise him that Ziva was forceful—even in sex. It also didn't surprise him that the reality of Ziva was far better than anything he'd ever dreamed of. And he'd thought about it a lot. Ever since the day she'd strutted into the bullpen and casually asked him if he was having 'phone sex'. From that moment on the idea of banging Ziva had been a constant favorite in his repertoire of fantasies, but he'd never seriously contemplated it actually happening…until now.

She fluttered around him again and he hissed softly, "Ziva, if you don't want this over before it even begins—stop that!"

She gave that husky chuckle of hers—it was almost a purr and Tony groaned low in his throat. The incredible feel of her around his cock was causing a strain on the control he prided himself upon and Tony found himself battling the urge to simply shove her up against the wall and pound into her like a mad-man. But since he did have a reputation to protect—he was determined to make this damned good for both of them!

When he felt sure he wouldn't embarrass himself any longer, Tony slid his fingers along the back of her neck and loosened the knot that kept her hair pulled back. He wrapped his hand in her dark, silky locks and tugged playfully as he leaned in over her, inside her. He inhaled her fragrance, almost purring. "Ready?" he murmured, his hot breath against her cheek caused her flesh to erupt in goose-bumps. She nodded wordlessly. He made an *mmmm* sound and nibbled the outer shell of her ear, sending a whole new set of tingles along her spine. Ziva shivered in response and Tony gave a soft growl against the side of her neck as he slid all the way in, impaling her with one quick thrust of his hips.

Her fingers curled, nails scraping along the metal. "Yesssss…" she gasped, trembling. She took short, controlled breaths. She was so completely full—stretched and pulsing around the girth of his cock. Gods, he felt good, but she needed more. She needed him to— "Fuck me, Tony…" she commanded, pushing her hips back until not an inch of space separated their bodies.

Her dirty demand went straight to his groin and his hips jerked in reflex. "Jesus Ziva," he muttered, but he got the hint and started to move. At first his pace was excruciatingly slow, too slow for Ziva and she wriggled her ass, imploring him to go faster, but Tony simply chuckled huskily. "Patience…" he whispered, bending his knees slightly and withdrawing until only the tip of him was still inside her. She growled and issued a command to go deeper. He refused, baiting her. "Do you want it rough, Zee-vah?"

"Yes! What do I have to do to get through to you?"

"I don't know—what do you want to do?"

His teasing was as obvious as her utter lack of patience, yet still he waited—egging her on. Tony liked seeing Ziva get fierce. It was a major turn on.

When he continued the game, she turned her head to drill him with eyes so dark with passion they were nearly black. He was taunting her. One brow shot up and she gave him a wicked little smirk. Well, she was pretty sure she could force his hand. "I am not a patient woman. You know this, yes?"

He gave a husky laugh, but kept still. His green eyes danced with sex and passion. "Uh-huh…" he licked his lips.

Ziva's eyes followed the movement of that talented tongue. He was an amazing kisser, so she already had a good idea of how good it would feel on 'other', more sensitive parts of her anatomy. She swallowed hard. "And you know I can hurt you in over a hundred different ways with nothing more than a paperclip?" Unh-huh—there take that!

His eyes crinkled at the corners as a slow smile spread across his face. "Yep," he replied. She was so sexy when she was annoyed with him. He couldn't resist.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously, but Ziva was warming to the game—even as she wanted it to end. "Then I would suggest, Tony, that you do not make me hurt you…" she teased with a sultry little smile, "I know how attached you are to…" she batted her lashes, "certain parts of your body. Now is not the time for you to play with me!"

If possible, his grin got even cockier. "Huh." He gave a shallow thrust of his hips and she gasped, bucking back, into him. Tony smirked, "I think you're pretty attached them it too, sweet-cheeks."

Ziva seriously began contemplating where and how badly she could hurt him without impairing his ability to finish what they had started. "Tony, I am warning you if you continue this game I will—"

He decided to take that moment to lunge upwards, burying every inch of his impressive length inside her. The force of his sudden invasion caused the words to stutter to a quick stop. Her eyes bulged and a garbled, "Uuunngghhh-ooh-you-God-Tony," slipped past lips that had fallen slack as soon as he invaded her body so thoroughly.

Tony chuckled low and deep. "I'll have to remind you later that you called me that…" he teased, settling his hands on her hips. He started to move in and out of her with long, sure strokes, hitting all her sweet spots. Ziva placed her palms flat against the wall and moved with him, her inner walls tightening around him as she raced towards orgasmic relief.

Ziva's fiery response triggered one in Tony too and just like that he was again fighting the primal desire to just fuck her against the wall and be damned with all else but getting off. Tony drew in a husky breath, restraining himself. She was so damned tight and he muttered a curse at how easily she'd thrown him off his game. "You're a naughty little putty-tat…" And to make sure she knew he could give as good as he got, one of his hands went right back to her pleasure zone to play with her clitoris. He used his thumb and fingers to bring her right to the edge until she was shivering in his arms, moaning and babbling uninteligible words in languages Tony didn't understand.

"Whatever you're saying," he growled, tucking his chin against her shoulder, "keep it up...it's hot," he added, trailing wet kisses along her neck, giving her a gentle nip here and there before centering his affections upon the throbbing pulse he found there. "Mmmmmm," he murmured against her flesh, "you taste so good."

As usual Ziva answered with the unvarnished truth."I was admiring your skill in Hebrew and maybe some Arabic. I am not sure, my head is spinning."

He gave a warm laugh and the DiNozzo grin spread across his face from ear to ear. "My skills, huh?" he asked, looking her in the eye for a moment. She gave him a smirk and nodded. "Mmmmmm, I like it," he said before returning to her throat to nibble on the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.

"I thought you might," Ziva replied, arching her neck to give him better access. "Mmmmm, yes, right there," she moaned when he found a particular spot that made her squirm. She murmured his name as she reached behind her to wrap her arms around his head, and her fingers buried themselves in his short blonde hair. She clutched him to her, enjoying the sensations his oh-so-tempting mouth evoked along the tender skin of her throat. "Yes…you feel…so fierce…" she answered, pushing back into him and rolling her hips to meet his thrusts with the same veracity he was showing. "Harder," she demanded, her nails digging into his scalp and she writhed under him, reveling in the driving force of his body.

It seemed every thrust of his hips brought her one step closer to sweet release and Ziva was desperate for that relief. "Tony-Tony-Tony…" she cried, chanting his name like a litany as she spiraled closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure—the point of no return.

Tony was hovering at the edge of that cliff too, but he kept a tight reign on his passions. He needed her to fall first. Her body tightened and the tell-tale signs of impending orgasm let him know how close she was. His fingers went to work double time on her sweet spots, playing Ziva's body like a virtuoso. And while the location of their tryst prevented him from finding out if she really was a screamer, Tony was determined he'd make her body sing just the same.

"Oh God-right there!" she panted, placing her palms flat on the wall and bucking her hips back and into the momentum of Tony's thrusts. He held her tighter, driving in and out of her and Ziva was so close. Just a second more…and then he hit that spot dead on and Ziva began to moan low in her throat, shivers wracked her body. It was intense and her belly coiled, liquid fire raced through her veins and she was there. "Tony!" she gasped, knees wobbling. "I'm—I'm coming…"

Tony barely kept his triumphant shout behind his teeth. "Yeah, that's it, baby…come for me, Zee-vah," he gritted behind his clenched teeth, tweaking her clit roughly. His arm tightened around her hard and his breath was hot against her flesh. "Come. For-Me." It wasn't a request—it was a demand.

That did it, and come for him she did. The sensation started at her toes and she could have sworn they actually curled. Then it sizzled along her skin, making every nerve ending tingle and jolt with electric ecstasy before it slithered into her belly, coiling like a snake. And like a rattler it struck with the same intensity, jolting her body with currents of adrenaline as her orgasm rippled out, overwhelming her until every limb of her body felt like a quivering mass of jello. It was sheer nirvana and Ziva's eyes fluttered closed as she climaxed with all the subtlety of a hurricane. A breathless cry was all she allowed herself before her teeth clamped down on her lip in order to keep the scream she wanted to shout at bay. It went on and on—wave after wave of indescribable bliss before finally she gave one last shudder and her body fell forward; limp.

Tony let his vigilant restraint go and his thrusts quickly became wild, lacking his earlier finesse as he sought his own climax. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, hard and fast was all that could be heard in the small confines of the elevator until Ziva threw her head back and gave a hoarse cry, coming again just as Tony's hands clamped down on her hip and he thrust into her once, twice more before pressing his face into her shoulder and letting go completely. They came together with Tony muttering Ziva's name in a guttural whisper as he spilled himself inside her.

**NCIS**

Afterwards, utterly spent, Tony collapsed against her, blanketing her back and shivering uncontrollably. At this point he looked more like an addict clinging to his fix rather than the 'very' Special Federal Agent he was. Tony had always known he and Ziva would be hot, but this had been 'mind-blowing'. His brain felt sluggish and he felt as strong as a newborn kitten. "Wow…" was all that came to mind.

Ziva was no better. Tony's last few wild entreaties into her body had hit the elusive 'G' spot. The angle and size of him had been perfect and he'd managed to send her over the edge once again. Completely exhausted, with her knees feeling more like limp noodles than limbs, Ziva laid her cheek against the cool metal of the elevator and took deep ragged breaths in an attempt to come down from the high. The first thing her brain communicated, that is, when it could function again, was that he was heavy. Ziva moaned softly and Tony shifted his weight, easing off her a bit, but not pulling out. Ziva sighed in relief, but she noticed he was still inside her and it was a bit disconcerting, despite the fact that she did not really want him move, they could not stay this was forever—joined as they were.

Suddenly she was reminded of a summer at her parents' vacation home off Eilat when she'd witnessed two dogs mating. To her eight year old horror they'd gotten stuck like that—butt-to-butt—for over an hour before they'd finally gotten free. Her father had given her a very reasonable explanation, but to Ziva it had always been strangely ridiculous. Was this what all animals went through to have sex? An image of her and Tony stuck together like that flashed across her mind and Ziva almost gave in the ridiculous urge to giggle, that is until she pictured Gibbs' reaction and just like that all the warm and fuzzy sex feelings started feeling not so warm and fuzzy after all.

Oh God, what had they done?

Tony was in similar straights. Now that the buzz of sexual gratification was lessening, one thought was thundering in his head. 'The Boss is going to kill me,' but that was soon followed by, 'No, first he's going to slap me into next week—then he's going to kill me.' That was a very real possibility, but the first task at hand was the here and now. What the hell was he supposed to say to Ziva? Somehow he didn't see his normal 'thanks, had a great time-I'll call you,' going over too well. She was a trained assassin after all. She knew ways to torture a man he couldn't or wouldn't even want to imagine. She could probably remove a limb and keep him alive indefinitely. That wasn't a comforting thought and he grimaced. Tony was quite attached to each and every appendage he possessed.

The quiet tension between them was nearly deafening. The air itself seemed heavy. Ziva, ever practical, finally broke the strained silence. "Tony, you—we must move. We have been in here for far too long," she stated softly.

He sighed. "I know." He placed a lingering, somewhat sloppy kiss on her cheek before he pulled away, allowing his softening cock to slip from her body. They both gave a soft groan before Ziva busied herself getting dressed. Tony sagged against the wall and ran a weary hand down his face before gathering what little strength he had left and pulled his pants up. His knees were still wobbly and the fact that he managed to zipper up without falling flat on his face would have normally been cause for a cocky grin or a smart-assed comment, but for once he couldn't think of a single thing to say. To his horror his normally glib tongue had taken this moment to go on vacation.

Reality set in at that second and Tony exhaled loudly. What the hell had they done?

He kept his eyes closed, avoiding the inevitable eye contact and 'what now?' conversation. It seemed the safest option, but…he gave another sigh. Crap. If this was a movie he and Ziva would confess their undying love and kiss passionately. The music would play—credits would roll and they'd be fine, but this wasn't a movie and reality wasn't so happily-ever-after. They'd crossed a line, broken the rules and nothing would ever be the same again…

Ziva used her own tactics to delay looking at him. She averted her gaze and took her time refastening her clothes as she searched for the right opening statement. A 'thank you-I needed that' just didn't seem appropriate and even worse was the truth. The fact that she'd wanted him from the get-go. No. That would only stir up feelings best left alone.

The rustle of clothes was the only sound in the tiny space and the silence kept stretching until Tony was as nervous as a tom-cat in a room full of rocking chairs. He could hear Gibbs now, 'You've really done it this time, DiNozzo' and while Tony tried to tell himself that maybe—just maybe banging your partner in an elevator wasn't technically a violation of rule number 12, (since they'd never actually been on a date) even he knew it was close enough to make Gibbs unleash a hell of a lot more than a mere slap to the back of his head.

"Well…we've really screwed the poof this time, yes?" Ziva muttered in an attempt to break the tension.

Tony's eyes darted her way and he gave a short bark of laughter. "Not poof, Ziva—that's a British slang for homosexual…" he paused and winced, "At least I think." He shook his head. "Okay, off topic. Anyways…it's pooch. We've screwed the pooch." He sighed, "And yeah…we have."

Her eyes widened. "Pooch? Isn't that a dog?" Her eyes narrowed on him and he stepped back, away from her fists. "Are you calling me a dog, Tony?"

"What? No." He held his hands up to ward off any violent reaction from her. "It's the saying, Ziva… 'You screwed the pooch'…not poof." She simply raised a brow and he sighed, and shook his head. "You know what—never mind. I wasn't calling you a dog."

Satisfied, Ziva turned to him. "So," she asked, leveling her large, dark eyes upon him for the first time. "What now?"

He'd known it was coming. That question, but he was as lost now as he was then. Damn! He ran a hand through his hair. He remembered the reason he had headed downstairs to begin with—to confront Gibbs and find out if he'd known about the 'botched' op. He averted his gaze from Ziva. "Now—well-now we face the music…I need to talk to Gibbs anyways..." He flipped the switch on the elevator, bringing it back to life. "Looks like, it'll be a dinner theatre for one…you can skip the encore if you want ot you can watch the show...whatever."

Ziva stared at him, open mouth for a full second before she went into action. She reached around Tony and hit the stop switch. "No. That is not what I meant and you know that."

Tony stared straight ahead, barely meeting her gaze now. "Gibbs is in Autopsy-that's where I'm headed," he said, reaching around her body for the elvator switch."I told you, you can watch the show or not..."

Ziva moved to block him. "What I was asking was not case related, Tony, and you know that." She shook her head. "I see now why women want to kiill you."

His eyes snapped to her. "Hey! That's not fair. I've never given any woman as many chances as I gave you."

Ziva's brows drew down. "What do you mean by that?"

"Never mind," Tony hedged, "I don't want to talk about it."

"Well, I do."

"No," he insisted.

Ziva drew a deep breath, "Ok, then I will start first. What I was asking is what now—between us, Tony? Surely you can answer that question for me."

Tony finally faced her. "Us? What us?" he snapped. He gave her a smile, but it wasn't his usual 'Cheshire-cat' grin, no this one was more than a little cruel. "Why don't you tell me about us, Ziva because as I recall you've always made it pretty clear there wasn't an us," he told her, stepping closer and crowding her space. When she said nothing and simply stared up at him, Tony moved even closer so that he was towering over her, practically on top of her. "So..." he said, his voice whisper soft and rough, "why don't you tell me...is there an us in your future, Zee-vah Da-veed?"

Ziva took a hasty step back, but raised her chin refusing to back down. He prolonged her name when he wanted to irritate her. She would not let him escape this time with something so trivial. "Yes," she said, obviously surprising him.

Tony's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yes, really. I know there is something betwen us, Tony, but are you still so afraid to show your emotions that you will deny what just happened between us?"

That made him stop. "Me? I'm afraid?" He laughed. "I fell in love—remember?"

"I remember. I also remember it did not end well."

"Well, whose fault is that?"

Ziva's jaw dropped. "Are you saying it is mine?"

"You let me fall in love with her."

"Let you! How did I let you fall in love, Tony?"

He sucked in a deep breath and surprisingly answered, "Because you knew—"

"I knew what?" she interrupted.

Tony paused. It was now or never. Jump or run. He decided to go for it. "You knew I had feelings for you. You—" he stopped and Ziva watched, fascinated as his green eyes turned a dark, stormy forest green. "You could have stopped me and Jeanne. All it would have taken was for you to acknowledge what was between us…but you didn't and I ended up falling for Jeanne" He took a breath, "So who is the one here who can't show their feelings, Ziva? Me or you?" he finished in a growly whisper.

xxNCISxx

Ok, this has gotten a bit longer. My beta reader came up with a great idea to finish this but I really wanted to get a part posted. I hope you all like it. Thank you for all your reviews, they're really great!