"David-o open up" I yelled, banging on her door. She opened the door and leaned against the door post. I pushed her hair back and kissed her softly. She ran her hands down my back, pulling me into a deep kiss, sending a warm wave of happy to wash over me.
"I brought these, they're for you" I pulled back and presented her with now crushed roses. "Happy Date Night"
"Flowers are for funerals and weddings" She stated, slipping off my jacket and disappearing inside, leaving me to frisk November air.
"Do you need an invitation? " She called. I suppose I did, and stepped inside.
"So tonight..." I trailed on and wrapped my hands around her waist from behind, trailing them up her chest and kissing her neck, as she swayed to the music playing from her radio.
"Oh tell me about tonight" She whispered, turning around. She pushed me onto the floor and while sitting on my chest pulled off her shirt.
"So I was thinking dinner and..." I said distracted by lace and beauty and love.
"Sexy!" She said between kisses. "what else?"
"and a movie?" I whispered in her ear , running my hands down her bare back. She always liked to be on top. I scooped up and she laughed as I struggled to the bedroom, laying her down on the soft bed.
"Wait here..." I smiled, and ran to grab the smushed flowers. I returned to the room and plucked handfuls of red petals off the blossoms and sprinkled them across the bed and across Ziva.
She grinned and chuckled.
"You are the most beautiful and stubborn woman I've ever met" I began to say.
"I want to shower you in fancy dinners, and champagne, and diamonds, and ridiculously priced flowers"
"You've never actually let me take you out, but we've had Friday night date night for almost a year"
"Are you complaining?" She flirted.
"Absolutely not"
"But I want to you to know I think you're worth showering in rose petals"
She smiled and shook her head.
"You're worth showering in rose petals and I'm going to prove it to you every chance I have, do you want to know why?"
"Because I love you"
But before I could continue, her tongue was in my mouth and her hands on my chest. We fell back onto the bed , and later that night, as I drifted off to sleep, sticky with sweat and my lips tasting of her, Ziva whispered "I love you too"
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Tiva Short Stories
FanfictionHi! I'm Anne, or @sheisaweapon on my fan page . Unfortunately, I do not in fact own NCIS, and believe me , if I did , things would be a lot different... (Wink,wink). Like every other NCIS fan there is nothing I want more than for Ziva to come back...
