note: So this is my latest thing. I've been, uh, reluctant to post it, but thanks to Anne (who's been giving me reminders every now and then) and Sophie (who wanted me to post it when I first wrote this, months ago), you're getting it.
I've got quite a few ideas for things to do here, but I can't smush them together into a oneshot, so this is gonna be a multi-chapter. Sadly. How often I'll update it, however, I don't know.

disclaimer: You know you're obsessed with NCIS when you decide that yes, you will marry Michael Weatherly.

listening to: Love Love Love, by Of Monsters and Men.

The ring on her finger seems far too heavy, for such a small object. It's thin and gold, nothing fancy, since they didn't exactly have time to search for the "perfect" one. Plus, she supposes, it didn't replace another one before that, so perhaps it's merely the new sensation.
No, this bears the weight of what it means. Of marriage in haste, of sudden love that's been there for years.

He's got one too. His arm's slung round her bare waist and she can feel the cold metal as it rests against her skin. It's a constant, more so almost than his presence; than his uneven breaths against her neck as he tries to fall asleep.

"Are we bad people, Tony?"
Her voice almost cracks as she asks it.

"...what?"

"Is this wrong... should we have told the team, should we have let them be there with us?"

He shifts his head, nose nuzzling her neck. "We agreed we didn't want the whole wedding thing. And yeah, this is sudden, but..." he trails off, pausing to think. "Well, maybe, we should've told them. But the fact that we didn't, doesn't make us bad people, Ziva."

She sighs, lifting his arm up into the air. He tenses, presumably thinking she's moving away, but she merely rolls in his grasp and lays her head against his bare chest, placing his arm back down and sliding her own round his waist.
"I love you, Tony. And I do not regret this, believe me. I maybe regret how we did this, but that's all.

He places his other arm round her and pulls her tighter, leaning down and stealing a kiss before she even notices he's moved. "I love you."

She smiles, kissing him again, and pulls back so they're nose-to-nose.
They've said those words quite a lot recently, but she's not sure they'll ever stop sending a shiver through her.
His fingers lace through hers and he twists her ring, round and round and round, as if he's still amazed at this too. Chuckling slightly, she moves and lays her head on his chest, listening for the thud thud thud of his heart; another constant.

"I really do, y'know." His voice cuts through the quiet of their hotel room, hushed and calming, but noticeable all the same. "This whole thing is kinda crazy, and for a long time I only dreamed about it, but… I'm so happy right now
He sounds almost as if he can't quite believe what's happened.
Neither can she.

She thinks she gets where he's coming from. Leaning up to kiss him again, she snuggles up closer and lets her eyes slide closed.
Nothing has ever felt so perfect.

I'll only continue it if you guys actually want me to.