Tony lowered his camera to his knee and draped his arm around the woman beside him on the bench in the park. He was enjoying that she would accompany him when he had to do surveillance duty. He never told Gibbs that she was joining him when he was sent out on his own, but Gibbs knew everything so it wouldn’t surprise him in the least if he knew that they used this time to be together as well. It was completely against protocol, but it had yet to interfere with the last three cases so he figured Gibbs was just going to let it slide.

He turned his head slightly and placed a baciare in her hair as he scanned the field before them. There was a group of men throwing a football at one end, a group of college co-eds were having a picnic near the albero line directly across from them, and other people dotted the land around them enjoying the warm spring day. He was on the hunt for a drop off between two people in the case they were working on and when Gibbs sent him to Delaware to watch for it he had called his companion to unisciti him and she didn’t leave him hanging.

“It’s quiet,” he murmured absently. “Maybe they changed locations.” The nibble on his ear wasn’t the response he was expecting and a low chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Ziva,” he playfully chastised, “you’re not suppose to distract me.”

“Ten o’clock,” she breathed in his ear. “Smarmy guy in the black cappotto has been staring at us for five minutes.” She reached her arm across his chest as she gently sucked on the side of his neck while discreetly glancing with him in the direction of the man she had spotted. “Just trying to throw him off,” she mumbled against his skin.

Tony pulled her a little closer and ran his hand up and down her back playing along with her attempts to make them look like any other regular couple out enjoying the sunny giorno and snapping pictures of it. “Might be our guy,” he acknowledged. He still hadn’t gotten out of the habit of referring to them as a team on the case rather than just him. Ziva hummed in response.

As the man watched them further Ziva decided to up the ante and crawled onto Tony’s lap causing him to raise his eyebrow in surprise to her. “He is suspicious,” she whispered before capturing his lips with hers. His arm tightened around her waist as he angled the camera on his knee in the direction of the creep watching them and deepened the kiss. Ziva moved away from his lips and to the other side of his neck allowing Tony to use her head as something to peer over without bringing attention to his attempts to keep track of what was going on around them.

She began to lightly grind on him and he let out a low groan in her ear. “You’re killing me here,” he warned and could feel her smile against his neck in response. “It doesn’t help that te wore this skirt, either.” He dipped his hand down to her rear and fingered the flowy material of her short skirt. Her taste in clothing was softening the più removed from the world of chasing bad guys and he didn’t mind it one bit, except for now. Now the choices of her wardrobe were becoming distraction.

Ziva slipped a hand down his side and under his t-shirt, lightly scratching on his skin with her nails. “I cannot help it; te just do things to me.” She grinded a little harder. “Is he still watching us?”

“No, but if te keep that up we’re going to get the attention of everyone else here.” He kissed her temple and glanced in the direction of the man again. He had been taking continuous pictures as Ziva had started making things più difficult to concentrate.

Ziva reached down further between them as she felt him becoming più turned on and it spiked her growing feelings of taking things to the bedroom. “Ever have sex in a public place, Tony?” she inquired hotly.

“No, and I don’t think it’s possible right now. It the middle of the day, everyone will see.”

Moaning softly Ziva whispered into his ear, “You do not have to do the work, I will.” She popped the button on his pants and lowered the zipper. Tony slid inoltrare, avanti slightly on the bench to allow her greater access as he gave her a challenging look. “I can keep quiet, Tony,” she assured him, knowing what he was thinking. “I can also keep this discreet.” She cupped him in her hand and brought him to full attention as she placed wet kisses on the little bit of exposed skin that she could reach. She moved her panties to the side a few moments later and sank onto him with a sigh that mingled with his own.

Tony tried to concentrate on their surroundings as she moved in short motions up and down on him, his hips involuntarily bucked against hers. “Easy Ziva,” he grunted when he felt she was getting too erratic. He ran his hand up and down her body and playfully smacking her backside.

“Tony,” she softly moaned as she inched closer to achieving her climax. She bit down on his camicia to muffle her scream as she buried her face in his shoulder. She grinded against him and he whispered into her ear to let go because he was right there with her. A few secondi later she shattered around him and milked him of his own release as his head rolled back and a low groan of pleasure emitted from him. His finger pressed down on the otturatore, dell'otturatore release of the camera the whole time.

When came back to reality a few moments later he let out a husky laugh. “I do believe that’s going to be at the superiore, in alto of my preferito memories for awhile,” he panted lightly in Ziva’s ear. Releasing his camicia from her mouth Ziva agreed. Tony glanced back in the direction of the man Ziva had pointed out as their whole tryst started. “You were right,” he stated. “You can keep from screaming so loud that you’d draw attention and that guy is here for the drop.”

Ziva was trying her best to make them più presentable as she looked around and saw what he was speaking of. The man in the black cappotto was now joined da another and they were passing a manila envelope between them. Tony raised his camera as if he was taking a random shot in the direction of the men and captured a few decent shots of the exchange.

~

They stumbled into their hotel room a few hours later as they ripped at each other’s clothing. Tony tried to remember the last time his libido was this active and could only pinpoint puberty as the last time he could be ready at the drop of a hat. Ziva had a helluva affect on him.

He turned her around and pressed her back against his chest as he walked her to towards the bed. She reached up and grabbed him da his hair, drawing his mouth down to hers as she looked up at him. Reaching out with her freehand she grabbed the bacheca to steady them as they nearly tripped and Tony took the chance to pin her to the wall. He pulled at her hips slightly to put her into a partly bent position and broke the kiss. With a quirk of an eyebrow and a devilish grin he entered her as she chanted his name.

The room filled with moans and panting as he thrusted in and out of her and she encouraged every moment. Ziva released a slew of Hebrew that he only knew a few of as curses and he picked up the pace. He place hot kisses along her bare back as he felt her tightening up around him, a few encouraging words and strokes later Ziva’s screams filled the room and he tumbled right along with her. Her orgasm always triggered his within secondi and he was thankful that he’d never get the bashing some of his other Friends did about never pleasing their women. He was always certain that Ziva was satisfied.

“You have five minutes, DiNozzo,” her husky pants informed him as she sagged on the wall. “And successivo time let us make it to the bed.”

Tony picked her up with a chuckle. “I only need two and here’s the bed,” he deposited her on the letto before crawling on to unisciti her. Her laughter filled the room as he began again.

~

The soft morning light flowed through the window of their hotel room as Tony nuzzled Ziva’s neck. “Morning,” he whispered when he felt her stir, his fingers tracing along the curves of her body.

“You are insatiable, Tony,” she yawned as she turned towards him.

“Maybe if I didn’t have to wait for another case like this I’d be able to control myself più around you.”

Ziva pinned him back against the letto and placed a baciare to his lips. “This could be true,” she granted. “You could also be woken up in a very pleasant way as well,” she flashed him a lascivious smile as she began to descend down his body. She was just slipping under the sheet when Tony’s phone started ringing.

“You have got to be kidding me!” Tony cried as he recognized the tone as the one issued for Gibbs.

“Answer it,” Ziva’s muffled voice floated up to him. “I will behave.”

Tony reached over to the bedside tavolo and grabbed his phone. “DiNozzo,” he tried to sound as casual as possible and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Ziva not keep up her end of the bargain for him answering the phone. “Yeah… uh huh… I under…stand,” he reached over for the cuscino beside him and buried his face into it as he listened to Gibbs ramble on about something, damn if he knew exactly what at the moment, and Ziva’s mouth wrapped around him and her head bobbed up and down. “Got it, Boss,” Tony grunted before ending the call abruptly and tossing the phone to the edge of the bed. “Fuck, Ziva!” he gasped before he Lost it and she greedily accepted what he had to offer.

Ziva surfaced from the sheets with a smirk on her face. “Nice phone call, yes?”

Tony pulled her to him. “That was very wrong, yet very right. I’m conflicted,” he chuckled. “I can’t believe te did that knowing who I was talking to.”

“That is what made it so much più fun!”

“You’re a sick chick,” he told her before pressing his lips to hers.

“You Amore it.”

“Yes, but I Amore te more.”

Ziva smiled softly. “I Amore te too, Tony.”

Flipping her onto her back Tony hovered above her. “So what are the chances of us making this a regular morning activity? Not just when I get to go take pretty pictures of bad people.”

“That depends,” she considered. “If te can make me scream so loud that someone in the other rooms calls the front scrivania, reception on us I will come home permanently.”

The grin that broke out across his face could have lit up the darkest corners of Hell. “Challenge accepted.”