“Ziva, I’m home,” Tony called out as he walked through the door. The living room was empty and tidy. “Ziva?”
“I am in the bathroom, Tony,” her soft call travelled through the apartment.
Tony made his way to the bathroom and found Ziva up to her neck in a bubble bath. He smiled at the sight of her. “Comfy in there?” he asked as he sat down on the floor beside the tub, using the toilet to lean against.
“Yes, I may have over done it at the gym yesterday,” Ziva sighed sleepily as she let the warm water ease her aching muscles. “I was thinking that we...
She’s on her way out of the bathroom, in her bra and panties as she hears the knock on the door. The knock on the door throws her off. He called her earlier that giorno to tell her that they were pulling an all-nighter.
Surprised but happy she pulls on her silk rope and opens the door. She barely has time to register him pulling her to him, covering his mouth with hers.
He’s moving his hands up her hips and suddenly he rips the accappatoio, vestaglia off her, hurling it to the floor, and digs his fingers on her culo as he brings her closer to him.
He finds the nearest bacheca and shoves her up against it and then...