Title: Put it to Bed

Genre: NCIS – Romance/Smut/Angst

Pairing: Tony and Ziva

Rating: M and then again M.

Timeline: Sammy mentioned something about Ziva's "cat having eaten the canary" expression in 9X22. So put it there, if you want to, the tone is about right for it.

Spoilers: None really… there are a few very vague referrals – but nothing that would give anything away.

Summery: Smut. Ziva takes what she wants…Tags 9X22 vaguely.

Disclaimer: Sigh, I only get to play.

A/N: I had a discussion of sorts with Alexindigo the other day, about how fanfic writers tend to toss Tony and Ziva together in bed – with no regard for the underlying tone or their history… And Missy's ears perked – so I told her to go for it…BUT to make it believable.

Warning: Contains traces of season three – season four Ziva… You know, the feisty one… This is Fanfic after all.

Written: Late May 2012

Word Count: 3,555

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Together they entered the hotel room, and Ziva could not help the sense of glee that had unremittingly filled her throughout their trip. Tony had gotten excessively and progressively more possessive of her as their trip had progressed. To the point where he was incapable of containing it anymore. He was out-and-out obvious about it, so much so that he seemed to stare down every man that even came close to her. And she wilfully pushed him further, offering friendly smiles and obvious glances at some of the men they had come into contact with.

'Right or left?' Tony asked as stood at the base of the bed. Them sharing rooms and beds on away trips had become something of the norm lately. If she didn't know better, she would say that the agency saw them as "already involved", which is why they simply booked one room for them, because it could not only be as a result of budget cuts.

'Right.' Ziva said making her way to that side of the bed and dropping her backpack next to it. Their stay over that evening had not fallen in with her plans, nothing had thus far on this trip. But then things rarely did in her life.

Tony dropped his bag next to his side of the bed, took a quick glance about the room, before announcing. 'I'm going for a drink.'

'What, you scared I'm going to bite.' Ziva returned in a low and playful tone. She could see how uncomfortable he was, he usually became that way when his façade had slipped and he had revealed too much.

'It's not the biting that I'm scarred of.' Tony thoughtlessly replied, causing Ziva to look at him in question for a moment, before tilting her head slightly.

'Oh really and why is that?' She challenged him, carefully making her way over to him. It had been a while since she had placed him in an awkward position. A while since she's pushed him to admit that which he dared not speak about. She could still feel the attraction that simmered between them. It has always been there, at times muted, at others painfully distracting. But it was always there, simmering, bubbling just below the surface. Waiting for one, if not both to finally give in to it.

'Your bark has always been worse than your bite.' Tony returned, standing a bit taller at her approach.

'What do you mean by that?' Ziva demanded coming to a halt in front of him.

'Nothing. Just leave it.' Tony quickly deflected, looking past her towards the door.

'No, you meant something by it.' Ziva insisted.

'Ziva, just leave it.' Tony replied in a slightly dejected tone.

'Oh classic Tony, run from it.' Ziva challenged when she recognized his reluctance to look at her.

'Run from what?' Tony was quick to challenge, turning his attention to her. Seeming alarmed at the direction their conversation was heading towards.

'You say things and then retreat,' Ziva started in frustration. 'You know, that is why I never know what is up with you.' She heatedly returned.

'What's up with me?' he asked, his voice conveying his astonishment.

Ziva in frustration stated, 'Yes, you send conflicting messages all the time, it drives me insane.' Her tone conveying her sentiments better than her words could.

'Where am I sending conflicting messages?' Tony demanded in return, his eyes lighting in shock.

'First you want to know what I had panned for the weekend, then you get all protective and brotherly, only to say the weirdest things and times.' Ziva started, her body taught from the agitation she felt towards him. 'And the moment we are alone; you run.' She firmly finished

'I'm not running.' He insisted, holding his hands up slightly in defence.

Ziva just looked at him in disbelief and shook her head.

'I'm not.' He insisted.

'Then what are you doing?' She challenged him.

'Giving you some privacy, some space.' He insisted.

'Ha,' Ziva replied tossing her head back slightly. 'This, after sticking your nose in my business, you now want to give me space.' She replied in disbelief.

'It is best.' Tony reasoned, his tone carrying a slight tinge of dejectedness.

'Best for who? You?' Ziva challenged, having realized that she could push him into a corner, if she wanted, that she could extract from him that which he tried so fiercely to hide… his desire for her.

'No.' He ardently returned, starting to sway slightly on his feet.

'Then why?' Ziva pushed, as his gaze started to move about the room.

'Ziva.' He returned, his tone earnest.

'Don't Ziva me.' She heatedly threw back at him.

'I can't go there,' He dejectedly voiced, clasping his hands into fists, shaking his head slightly for emphasis.

'Go where? I thought we were here.' Ziva returned, indicating slightly to the room.

Releasing a dejected sigh, his shoulders drooped slightly. 'And that's the problem.'

His answer saw her frown at him, for a moment utterly perplexed at the meaning. 'You do not want to be here?' she finally asked.

'No, I don't.' He finally answered, causing a vice to settle over her heart. The thought that he would rather be back in DC, chasing some blond, ate her. Her head dropped slightly at his confession.

Tony looked at her, and suddenly spoke up. 'I don't mind sharing a room with you Ziva, it's just…' Tony left it to trail off, causing Ziva to look at him in scepticism for a moment. Years together had taught her to rather trust his eyes than his mouth or body language, and at that moment they were pleading with her to let it go, to cut him some slack.

'You want more.' She firmly stated, resisting the urge to submit to his unspoken request, and watched as he swallowed loudly, saw his eyes slowly close and his head nodding in a barely perceptible motion.

'Then why not take it.' She challenged him, her heart starting to race in anticipation.

'Ziva.' He moaned in objection, shaking his head slightly.

'You are not new to this.' She continued dropping her voice slightly, stepping even closer to him. 'I am not involved. As far as I know, you are not involved. There are no complications.' She said ghosting her fingers over his chest.

'Ziva.' He weakly insisted, capturing her wrist.

'You are wearing out my name.' she playfully returned, using her other hand to trace the inside of the wrist that held her hand. She heard his indrawn breath at the action, knowing it was one of the lesser-known erogenous zones.

'We can't.' He weakly insisted.

'Why not?' She softly challenged him. 'No one will know but us.'

'It's not right.' He weakly insisted, his grip on her wrist loosening. His gaze locked with hers.

'What's not right?' she whispered looking at him for beneath lowered lashes. 'We are both adults, we have skirted this for years already. We should put this to sleep.'

'Bed.' He automatically returned, his voice turning husky.

'It's right over there.' Ziva whispered to his lips. She saw his breath catch as his eyes locked with hers, his body tightly strung with tension.

'We should put it to bed.' He corrected her, his voice breaking slightly.

'I agree.' She husked in reply, stroking his chest.

'Ziva.' He moaned again, drawing in a deep breath and closing his eyes.

'What?' she gently questioned, pushing her body against his.

The only warning she received was a low growl before his hands captured her face. His lips took possession of hers, effectively knocking whatever thought she had been forming from her mind. Her hands immediately gripped his shirt, clutching it tightly as he took full control of the kiss, plundering her lips. Their passion was instant. The desire he conveyed so effortlessly, caused her knees to quake. His hands moved down her back, pulling her towards him, holding her up against him. The kiss broke with both of them panting hard. He dropped his forehead to rest against hers and groaned in a husky voice. His gaze locked with hers. 'I warned you.'

'Do your worst.' She challenged, before he took possession of her lips. Her heart soaring, finally I get to have him. Was her last coherent thought.

His hands started roaming her body, tugging at her clothing. She followed his lead, and they soon found themselves in a jumbled mess of loose clothing and limbs due to their hurried attempt to undress each other. It was wholly unorganised and impulsive. They thoughtlessly tugged at each other's clothing, abandoning whatever they were doing the moment new skin was exposed to their touch. Their crazed grasping and tugging finally paid off, and they managed to draw some of the most impeding clothing from each other.

Tony was unwilling to relent her lips, savouring their taste. Drinking his fill. His brain had long since having given up on any rational thought, on consequences. Of all the reasons he had over the years conjured up for this not to happen. The texture of her skin under his fingertips, the sent of her, the taste of her had him craving for more.

Heat rushed through his body, pooling at his groin. Her hand brushed over him, causing him to gasp against her lips. He was certain he would loose his mind before the night was out. The feel of her was too hot, too good. His clothes seemed too tight, too restrictive, as they still thoughtlessly tugged at each other of their pants. Their bodies seeking closer, more intimate contact.

They fell onto the bed, still half struggling to rid themselves of their clothes. It was raw, primitive, madcap but insanely hot. Tony's mind was incapable of taking in anything other than the woman in his arms. The feel of her skin, her taste, the scent of her body as it became more aroused. His only instinct was the deep-seated need he had to move in her, to be one with her. The same desire that had been gnawing at him for years, taunting him.

There was little preamble, little pretence. The moment they had managed to fully shed their clothes, he rolled onto her. Pausing only for a moment to ensure she was ready for him, then drove into her. His entire body experienced some sense of sensory overload the moment her heat surrounded him. Her scream of encouragement rang in his ears, his mind reeled at the sensation of it all. He sought more, more of her heat, more of her softness, and more of those innate sounds she was making. He propelled his hips against hers, losing himself in the one place that has so long been denied him. He was lost to everything other than her softness that surrounded him, the sensations of moving within her. Her walls coaxing him, driving him to give her more. He heat of her caused his breath to hitch every so often.

He barely registered her bracing against him, her body pushing up seeking more. He didn't feel her nails digging into him as she grabbed and clutched him to her.

Never before had it been this intense, this hot. He was close… so close, when his mind clicked in place.

'Ziva.' He gasped in a stunned response, desperately trying to slow down. His body unwilling to fully comply.

'Tony don't you dare stop.' Ziva threatened her fingers biting into his hips as she moved under him.

'Ziva I don't –' He started trying to pull from her, only to find himself flat on his back, with Ziva pinning him down.

'We started this, we finish this.' She proclaimed, as she reached for him. Running her hand over him squeezing him slightly. She gave him only as long to ease off as it took her to once again align them. 'We both need this.' she said as she moved.

'Ziva it's not… oh god.' He grunted as she impaled herself on him. Pushing herself firmly onto him, causing his eyes to roll back in his head as the sensations coursed over him. Gripping him tightly with her core muscles, she moved her hips slightly. Her actions drew whimpers from him as his hips picked up her pace with answering thrusts. Ziva leaned forward, bracing against his chest as she picked up the pace. His body rising to meet hers, his hands gripping her hips as they rocked together.

'Zi, more.' Tony shamelessly begged.

'Come Tony,' she encouraged him. 'If you do good I will let you do it again.' she challenged him.

His reply was a strengthening of thrusts, up into her, jolting her as they came together. She felt the slight change in his pace, and reached back to take holds of his scrotum, rolling its contents before squeezing them lightly. Her action caused his entire lower body jolt up off the bed.

'Oh god, Ziva!' He screamed in response.

'Cum Tony,' Ziva commanded stroking his scrotum. Trying to maintain her position on him as he once again lurched up into her.

'Oh shit!' Tony screamed as his body tightened under her. The jolts from his hips coinciding with the intense pulses that took over, his seed exploding from his body. 'Ziva!'

His body dropped to the bed within moments, spent. A sheen of perspiration evident, whilst he panted to regain his breath.

Ziva looked down at him, elated at the sight before her. One she has for so long wanted to see, experience. She felt his body recede within hers, as she too fought for her breath.

Having gained what she'd always wanted, her elation was short lived. She continued to look at the man below her, his eyes shut, still lost to the sensations of his release. And she realized that although it was something she had always wanted, it was not how she had wanted it in the end.

Carefully she dismounted him, drawing back even further she got off the bed and turned from him, making for the bathroom.

'Ziva?' Tony questioned, having expected her to lie down with him, to allow him to hold her like he had on some of the nights they had spent together in the past. However looking about the room, he was greeted by the bathroom door closing behind her. He closed his eyes, the pleasurable pulses still influencing his brain, with his body almost too limp to move. He heard the shower start, and for a moment though that Ziva might be overly vigilant regarding hygiene after sex, he wasn't entirely sure – it was not as if it was something they had ever discussed. However, it seemed to make sense somehow – it would just take some getting used to.

Ziva dropped her head against the tiles in the shower, fighting back the tears. Too late, you should have thought about it earlier. Her mind taunted her. For seven years they had been partners already, and in that time she had watched countless woman throw themselves at him. Had watched and listened how he had taken his pleasure from them and moved on, and like a fool she was now added to that pile. She had wanted him to come after her, swore to herself that that was the only way she would accept him. Her body was still tightly strung, she was used to sex without climax. She had gone through most of her time with Mossad that way. She would not have been able perform her duties if she was all soft and languid with post-coital bliss.

Back then, she had done to men what she had just subjected Tony to. And with him, it was not what she had wanted. She had wanted him to truly desire her, not her body, not the release. She had wanted it to be deeper with him. That elusive connection people claimed could be made with one's soul mate.

She finished in the shower and dried herself off. Then returned to the room wrapped in one of the robes that had been hanging behind the door. Dropping her gaze from the bed, where Tony was still scrawled over, pretty much the way she had left him minutes earlier, she reached for her bag extracting some underwear and a tank top, choosing to ignore the frown on his face.

'You might want to clean up.' She spoke up, avoiding looking at his body at all costs. The unsatisfied desire in her did not need the visual stimulation he presented. She would wait for him to fall asleep then she would see to it.

Tony moved to get up, uncertain as to her mood, once again utterly perplexed by her behaviour. He made his way to the bathroom and glanced back at her, seeing her pick up their randomly scattered clothing. Closing his eyes he drew in a deep breath, knowing he should regret what they had done, but found that he couldn't.

He returned after his shower, to find her already in bed with the covers drawn over her shoulder. After pulling on his boxers, he took a moment to drop the small pile of clothing she had placed on his side of the bed onto his bag, and then lifted the covers to slip into bed next to her. He expected that with all her past conditioning, that she would likely be asleep already. Her behaviours were hurtful, and he would have liked to discuss them – but they never discuss things like that.

He settled onto his back, and lay for a while gazing up at the ceiling, before relenting to the need to settle for the night. He rolled onto his side and settled on behind her. Chancing her rebuttal, he moved closer and spooned behind her. His arm going round her, holding her to him as his nose buried itself into her hair, drawing in her scent.

It was not long before his body roused in response to her proximity. Its memory of hers, still fresh. His hand automatically started making gentle movements wherever it came into contact with her skin. The musky undertone of her scent was too similar to arousal for him not to respond. He knew that with her crazy senses she would wake, but he couldn't help it. He wanted her again.

'Tony.' She mumbled moments later. Her voice husky, possibly from sleep or arousal – he was not sure which.

'You said I could do it again.' Tony whispered into her hair, pulling her against him. Letting her know what being next to her was doing to him. Drawing her hair away from her neck, he kissed along the delicate skin there, up to her ears. His heart already pounding with renewed vigour. 'I want you Ziva.' He whispered into her ear. His hand ran possessively down her side, his touch lighting an immediate response in her body. 'I want to make love to you.' He continued as his hand returned from its journey, detouring to her breast. He felt the hardening nipple though her tank top. His throat immediately became dry at the thought of her arousal. 'I need more.' Me once again moaned into her neck, pushing their bodies together letting her feel him.

Without sparing a thought, Ziva turned toward him, allowing his hands to push up under her top, drawing it up and over her head.

'Tony,' She moaned, knowing that they shouldn't again, but her body was too highly strung to deny him.

'Shh, too late. We've crossed the line.' He whispered to her lips, before kissing her. 'There's no way I'm going back.' He husked on pulling back, his hand running more fervently over her. 'I know the texture of the skin, the taste of your lips. Felt the way you push up again me.' He husked before once again pecking her lips. 'I've heard you, I know what you smell like, sound like, and I want more. I want to make you scream.' He professed before passionately taking her lips again.

'Tony.' Ziva almost begged, panting as they separated.

'Shh, I'm going to love you.' He said kissing down her neck along her shoulder. His heart pounding, his body already vibrating with the need to join with her. To find that intensely pleasurable place. Ziva fingers tangled in his hair, as his tongue drew around her nipple, her grunts were all the encouragement he needed to draw it into his mouth. Her body braced up against his in response, her hands holding him to her as he firmly suckled her. A low moan sounded in her throat and it was the most arousing sound he had ever heard. He switched to the other as his hands snuck down to rid her of her panties. Her body responded to his instantaneously, lifting to assist with their removal. Her hands snuck down his body playing with the elastic of his shorts pushing them down slightly. He helped, then clasped her hands, bringing them up to rest beside her head. For a moment surprised when she didn't resist him.

'You had your turn, now it's mine.' He growled lowly, before soundly kissing her. The kiss ended with her panting shallowly, and he smirked slightly at that. Then proceeded to make her scream in pleasure.

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Okay so not quite mindless, but what can I say? I have an out-and-out realistic muse