…The Game…

Tony was sitting at his desk. He was bored, annoyed and frustrated at Ziva whom of which was currently sitting at her desk thinking of arteries and veins and sub consciously chewing her bottom lip.

As he sat, it occurred to Tony that this was the eighth time in five minutes that he had imagined his hands on Ziva or vice versa. Time to do something about it then, he thought, as he pictured himself handcuffing Ziva to his bed and making her absolutely fall apart at his touch-

'DiNozzo!' Gibbs barked striding across to his office, an air of efficiency surrounding him.

'Ah, yes boss?' Tony stumbled, rising to his feet to watch the crumbs of his sandwich fall from his lap to the floor. He brushed himself off and attempted to look like he was doing work, instead of torturing his partner when the boss man came yelling.

'What cha got?' he said, removing his gun and badge from his belt and slamming them in the top draw. He turned around and glared at the plasma screen, waiting for something to happen.

'Ah, what do you mean?'

'I mean, what cha got, DiNozzo. Do you need me to draw you a picture?' he snarled. 'And McGee, fix that, or reboot it or something. It's been doing that all day,' Gibbs said tossing his mobile at McGee who feebly caught the phone.

'We don't have a case. Or do we?' Tony asked coming to stand next to Gibbs at the plasma.

'Well I don't know. Someone has been trying to get me here, and it's urgent,' Gibbs shot back under his breath.

'Ah, boss? You're being paged,' McGee said, looking quizzically at the mobile.

'McGee?' Gibbs said leaning on his desk.

'The director wants you, she is paging you now. That noise? That's the pager,' he explained holding up the phone.

Gibbs didn't say anything. He just took one look at Tony, and marched up to Jenny Shepard's office.

'I'm confused, do we have a case, or not?' Tony asked no body.

'We don't,' came Ziva's voice.

'Thank you! Someone out there is listening!' Tony yelled looking around. Ziva and McGee were both ignoring him, going back to their work; McGee put his headphones back in and continued playing his computer game, and Ziva was sipping her tea and thinking about the technical side to a paper clip.

'You're looking very, twenty zen Zee-vah,' Tony said, looking for something to do.

'I do not understand,' she said, looking up at him twirling a knife around on her fingertips.

'Honestly, neither do I,' he said looking bored.

'Is this one of your games?' Ziva asked thinking about how many things she could do for the sake of pleasure right now to Tony, paper clip or not.

'What do you mean one of my games?' he asked, feeling himself going into hot water again.

'I mean as in one of those games where you make me say something, then use it against me later,' she explained.

'No, it isn't. But it could be, those types of games are fun,' Tony teased looking over her shoulder. His eyes wandered down, just in time to see her cross her legs.

'No they aren't Tony, they are cruel and mean,' Ziva said standing to walk to Tony's desk.

Tony just stared at her, raised one eyebrow, and Ziva snapped. 'Alright, maybe they are fun. Well lots of fun,' she laughed. 'Do you remember the time when we super-glued McGee's hands to his keyboard! I enjoyed that,' Ziva giggled, fingering the side of her mug.

'See games can be fun. You know what my favourite game is?'

'What?' Ziva asked with a sense of caution.

'Who-Comes-First-Loses. Have you ever played that?' Tony asked leaning toward her.

'How does it go again?' Ziva replied, leaning in to Tony.

'Well, its sorta self explanatory. Who ever orgasms first, loses. The perfect game of temptation,' he challenged.

'Ah, yes I have played this game before, I won. So we had to have a round two,' Ziva said, stalking back to her desk.

'David, you and McGee go and fire up the truck, we got a case in the immediate DC area,' Gibbs yelled jogging down the stairs.

Tony groaned and grabbed his gear. He wanted to continue this conversation with Ziva, alone. As Ziva stepped into the elevator she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She pulled out her mobile and read the text.

It was from Tony.

Poor guy I don't know how anyone could survive two rounds with you. Tony.

Ziva smiled as she texted back. McGee looked up from fidgeting with the keys to the van.

'Who you texting Ziva?' he asked.

'Oh, no one,' she said smiling as she sent the message and put her phone back in her pocket.

Upstairs organising his gear, Tony got a text back. He pulled out his phone, read the message and was stunned.

Who said it was a man? Ziva.

Ziva fell back onto her bed, Tony standing between her legs and pushing her into the mattress with his hips. His lips crushed down on hers as he ground his hips into hers, enticing a low moan from Ziva.

'You still wanna play this game, cause we can stop if you want?' Tony asked as he pulled her shirt off her body and started to pepper kisses around her chest.

Ziva slid her hand into Tony's boxers and gave him a hard squeeze, gasping at his size. 'Does that answer your question?' Ziva smiled.

'I think it clears that up,' Tony replied, taken aback by her boldness. He took her wrist and with one hand pinned them above her head. With the other hand, he took off her bra with a flip of his fingers. In no time, it was lying somewhere on the floor.

Tony leant down and slowly ran his tongue over one of Ziva's rock hard nipples wanting to hear her again as he touched her. He looked up to find she had thrown her head back and she was biting her lip. Ziva was breathing heavily and was arching herself into Tony's touch.

'You know, I think you're cheating. Ziva? You have to look at the other person the whole time,' he lied.

Ziva looked back at him, not wanting to see him touch her. She wanted to win the game, and watching Tony was doing nothing but decreasing her chances of winning.

'Fine then, but harder, and faster,' she breathed.

Tony chuckled at her and went back to playing with her nipples, tweaking with his free hand and licking, nipping and sucking lightly with his mouth.

'Is that hard enough?' he asked, palming one of her breasts in his hand, taking note that it fitted perfectly in his hand.

'Never mind, my turn,' she said wriggling out of his gasp.

Tony let her flip him over, and watched amused as she straddled his hips. 'Getting a little excited, hmmm Tony?' she asked, feeling his hardness through their jeans as she ground her hips down into his. Tony groaned, loving the friction, and Ziva threw her head back, wanting more. Now.

She took his shirt off and ran her hands down his chest. When she reached his belt, she looked up at him, as if to ask permission. Tony was propped up on his elbows looking at her intently with a sexy grin on his face.

Ziva took this as more than enough permission and unclipped his belt and slid down his fly. She pulled off his jeans and boxers in one sweep, looking back up to the task in front of her. Tony was now lying flat on his back with his fingers linked across his chest.

Ziva stripped down to her panties, making bending over a lot easier. This game wasn't about being romantic either, it was just about winning.

She crawled back onto the bed, and nestled herself between his legs lying down on her chest.

'Now remember, the rules Tony. You have to look,' she whispered as she took hold of him at the base.

She leaned forward, and looked up at Tony. He had propped himself back up by the elbows, and was watching her.

'Go easy there Ziva. That's not a toy,' he warned in a husky and stimulated voice.

Ziva smiled and leant forward some more, and with one hand began to slowly rotate his dick around in little annoying circles. She flicked out her tongue and started to lap the head softly, keeping eye contact at all times. Tony's eyes rolled back in his head and his head drooped back.

'Eyes on me Tony. That's the rules right?' she teased with another lick.

'Ah, that's not fair Ziva! I was hard on you when you asked,' he complained looking at her again.

'You want harder? I will give you harder,' she guaranteed holding him harder and stroking roughly from tip to base, her lips wrapping around the head as her tongue swirled around faster and faster around the head.

'No Ziva, stop, you're gonna make me, stop, stop Ziva,' he gasped as he put his hand on her head, his fingers running through her hair, trying to encourage her to slow down.

'But if I stop then you will win, and what is the point of the game if I am going to let you win?' she challenged. She winked and resumed licking and stroking.

'I'll just have to stop you then,' he said under his breath as he sat up and pulled her into his arms.

Tony kissed her more passionately than before, and before Ziva knew it, he was on top again.

'Gottcha,' he mumbled against her lips.

'That was unfair Tony,' she complained as he kissed down her body. He paid brief attention to her breasts, and continued south, making a scorched trail on Ziva's body.

He kissed past her navel, and skimmed his fingers over her flat stomach, before pulling down her damp panties and tossing them to the floor.

'You know what you're going to get now don't you?' he grinned as Ziva spread her legs wider.

'Please Tony,' she begged. This begging amused Tony greatly, and he decided he would be a little less harsh on her. After all she did do what he asked.

Suddenly he drove two fingers into her wetness, her back arching and her hips driving forward to meet his fingers.

But to Ziva's dismay, Tony had restrained her hips so that he was in charge of the pace. He gently slid his fingers in and out at a routine speed. Wanting to shake it up a little he put his mouth to work on her clit, tracing around its oval shape softly and gently nipping the over stimulated area at the top.

Ziva gasped and arched into his mouth, becoming closer and closer to her orgasm.

'No, Tony, I can't for much longer,' Ziva begged.

'Can't what?' he asked, letting go of her hips and dipping his fingers in and out faster than before, creating more friction and letting his thumb stroke her clit.

'Toony! No Tonny stop, I'm going to come if you keep going!,' Ziva said, moaning loudly at the new pace.

'That generally is the point of the game,' Tony smiled up at her as eyes rolled back in her head. 'Revenge is a dish best served wet I think,' he told her.

'But Tony, I need you, I want to feel you inside of me. You are so hard and big and I think about you all the time,' Ziva said, her climax coming closer.

That did the trick. Tony's fingers slowed for enough time for Ziva to roll from him grasp.

'Come get it then,' she whimpered from the other side of the bed all laid out and ready for him.

'Fiesty,' he whispered finding her on the other side of the bed.

Tony rested on top of her, careful not to crush her. Ziva rolled them over so she was on top.

'I like it better on top, you know that?' she said lowering herself on to him.

They both gasped at how each other felt, Ziva engulfing him in a wet and silky glove and Tony, so hard and big, it was hard for Ziva to establish where he ended.

She rode him at a steady pace for longer than she thought they had the energy to move. To show him more, she dragged her hands up her body and began to rub her breasts, tweaking her nipples every so often and letting out a long moan and gasp.

To add to this, she looked back down to Tony and whimpered, 'Touch me, please Tony I need you.'

He didn't think twice before moving one of his hands from her hips to her clit and rubbing it up and down slowly. 'Like that babe?' he asked.

'Faster Tony harder,' she demanded.

Tony took his fingers and sucked them in his mouth before returning them to her clit and stroking her faster than before.

Tony rolled Ziva onto her back, and drove back into her, pumping faster and faster as he reached between bodies to rub her clit again. He drew fast and hard circles with his thumb and pushed into her harder than before.

Ziva moaned and groaned at the new leverage, reaching her arms above her head and arching up into him.

He could feel his coming, and he didn't have the effort to fight it again, so he tried to make her come faster, telling her everything she wanted to know.

'Zee, you are so wet, I could lick you up and down all day, and play with you like my toy. I would lick you and rub you so hard that every time you think of me you think of us together, with me touching you in places that most can't. Cause you are so tight and wet, and I know you are only this wet for me Zee. So come on sweet cheeks, let me hear you, come for me,' he seduced her in a husky tone.

They came at the same time, their orgasms taking over their bodies, making them rock together for more before collapsing in a pile of senseless bodies.

'God we are great together,' Ziva pointed out.

'I know. Why haven't we done this before?' Tony asked rolling onto his side so he could see her face, eyelids still fluttering.

'I have no idea,' she whispered pulling him down to kiss her softly.

After a while Tony pulled away. 'Who won?' he asked.

'I have no idea, I think we both came at the same time,' she pondered.

'Best of three?' Tony asked.

Ok so this dosen't really have a point to it, but I thought it was cute. Review if you want more…round 2 shall we say?