Packing up his gear Tony grabbed the note that had been placed on his desk with thoughts of tossing it in the trash on the way out the door, but decided against it as he entered the elevator. It could be a thank you from one of his apology letters he had sent out a few weeks before and if that was the case the girl he did wrong at one point in his life at least deserved the moment to say her piece. He poured himself into his car, yawning once again as he broke the seal on the envelope. He eased the piece of paper from where it was wedged in, unfolded it, and began to read:
Tony,
Room 223, The Hay-Adams
That’s all that the note had. It wasn’t signed by anyone, in fact the note wasn’t even handwritten- it had been printed off. As tired as he was his curiosity was piqued and he had to find out who sent it. He maneuvered his car out of its parking space and drove the short distance to one of the swankier hotels in DC. The parking attendant at the door took his keys and handed him a valet ticket for when he was ready to leave and Tony headed through the front doors with the note in hand. Bypassing the front desk he went to the elevators, still too tired to be bothered climbing the stairs and slightly annoyed that someone would set up what could only be considered to be a booty-call at such a high end hotel. He had every intention of finding out who it was and turning them down before turning around and heading home. The elevator let off a soft tone as it reached the second floor and he shuffled off and down the hall to room 223. Straightening his tie for a moment and putting on his most serious ‘no nonsense’ face he could he knocked on the door. It took only a second for him to hear movement on the other side of the door and someone clear their throat before opening the door. He wasn’t expecting who he saw as the door crept open and it made his throat go dry as his adrenaline suddenly kicked in, waking him up in an instant.
“Tony,” her voice was soft and filled with relief. “You came. I was not sure if you would.”
“I-I almost didn’t,” he gasped.
The woman moved to the side and opened the door a little more in a silent invitation for him to come in.
“What are you doing here?” he asked as she closed the door behind him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her in fear that he was dream. She looked slightly scared to him and it struck him that she was nervous. “Ziva,” he sighed softly as he opened his arm to her, if he was dreaming at his desk he hoped Gibbs would let him be.
Ziva slipped into his arms without hesitation. “I needed to see you,” she mumbled against his chest as she inhaled his scent. “I tried to stay away. I told myself that if I came here it would defeat the purpose of my leaving, but I could not stay away,” she rambled on as she turned her face up to look at his, tears were sparkling in her eyes and her curly hair framed her face. Her warmth against his body felt so good and when her arms squeezed his sides once again in a tighter hug he knew he wasn’t dreaming and she was really there.
Tony stared down at her and so many questions raced through his head, but the overwhelming desire to kiss her won out and he lowered his mouth to hers. His heart raced as he brushed his lips against hers three times before fully capturing her lips and she didn’t stop him. The kiss built slowly, passion swirling in the air around them as every moment passed. His hands crept up her back to cradle her head as he deepened the kiss further and she moaned her approval as she grasped his shirt in one hand and cupped the back of his head with the other hand. They stumbled back to the wall for added support. The kiss broke after awhile, both panting and gulping in air as they stared into the others’ eyes. They knew there were questions that needed answers and neither had the answers at that moment. The only answer that they did have was that they needed this, they needed one another right now, everything and everyone else could wait.
Ziva pushed at Tony’s jacket as she rose up on her toes to kiss him once again. Tony didn’t protest, instead he let her strip him of his jacket and his tie and shirt wear off quickly thereafter as they staggered through the room. They used the walls and different pieces of furniture for support when needed as their hands roamed one another. When they were standing in front of the bed he broke their kiss again and tugged at the hem of the white cami that she was wearing. His breathing hitched when her bare chest was exposed to him. He should have known that the cami had a built in bra, but he was too caught up in the fact that she was there to completely register it until then. Dropping the fabric to the side he lowered his head to place feather light kisses from her shoulder along her collarbone to her other shoulder as he trailed his fingers up and down her bare back. Ziva tilted her head back the whole time, her eyes closed as she let herself be consumed by the feeling of his touch. It didn’t take long before she needed to have his lips on hers again though and she pulled at his hair, guiding his mouth back to hers. Tony chuckled at her eagerness as he gave in to her request.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together as their hands roamed and their mouths explored one another before trailing wet, hot kisses to every inch of exposed skin they could reach without pulling too far away from one another. Neither was sure when the clothing the lower part of their bodies disappeared, but soon enough they were standing there in all their glory as they gave into their most primal instincts. His fingers pressed into her skin as he griped her back as he walked her away from the bed and towards the wall. He hoisted her off the floor and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as she moaned in response. His hands remained on her hips as he slowly entered her at little bit at a time. He pulled his mouth from hers, panting as he stared deeply into her eyes. The strength of her legs around his waist and the grip of her arms around his chest with the added support of the all behind her Tony lifted his arms up and paced his hands on the wall above both of their heads. His hips thrusted against hers in a rhythm that was as old as time itself and Ziva cried out in encouragement as her fingers and nails dragged down his back. He let out small grunts and captured her lips every few thrust before they both tumbled over the edge of oblivion and he brought his arms back down to hold her quaking body as they rode out the high.
Ziva’s legs untangled from Tony’s waist and wobbled beneath her as she leaned against him. “Maybe we should do that in bed next time,” she laughed lightly against his chest. She could feel his heart pounding against her cheek.
“I have all intentions of doing that on every surface of this room, Miss David. This was just a preview.”
