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Midnight Encounter: Better Consequences

The touch was light, not what I expected. She was a killer…she was gentle. Surprise. Wonderful surprise. Easing her back on the bed, watching her hair pool across the pillow in dark truffle waves tightened my stomach and I loved it. The moonlight was pouring in through a side window, splashing over her warmly tanned body and lighting it up for my eyes to devour. My mouth was watering, heart hammering, thighs quivering…she smiled. I melted.

Ziva's eyes, staring up at me, looked nervous despite her smile. One of her arms slowly snaked across her chest and she twisted her hips to cover herself. It brought a smile to my lips. "Don't…" I whispered slipping my buttons of my shirt undone so we would both be exposed together. She didn't move. I didn't care. This was a new Ziva, one I wasn't used to but…I was liking it.

Tossing my clothes to the ground I leaned above her, hands to either side of her neck, one leg beside her and the other easing its way between hers. Ziva let her legs uncurl and allowed my hips in. Laying down on top of her, pressing our naked forms closer, I let my lips find her neck. The light nip I gave the soft skin between her neck and shoulder sent an obvious shudder through her and that fire that normally consumed her at work was back in her eyes…and her touch.

Her hands moved up to my back, nails biting into my soft flesh and dragging downwards. I arched my back into the touch and smiled. "There's the Ziva I know." My laugh echoed easily through the silent, moon filled room.

Ziva balled a fist but I didn't think anything of it, or the glare, until she landed the punch on my arm. "Ouch…"

"You deserved it Tony. Do you have to be an ass in the bed, too?" she asked squeezing her thighs painfully around my leg.

My grin didn't fade. "Who did you think you were climbing into bed with?" I laughed leaning down and capturing her lips with my own before she had time to answer. That sent the spark up between us, heating things up about two hundred degrees.

Her aggressive nature was taking over and quickly. The next thing I knew, I was on the bottom and Ziva was straddling my hips, hands holding tightly to my upper arms. My smile widened and I rocked my hips upwards, rubbing against her ass. "Mm," she murmured and rocked backwards, shifting to put her warm core against me.

I groaned and flipped us once more, the sheets tangling around us with the unceremonious rolling. We hit the ground next to the bed, myself on the bottom once again. "That didn't work how I imagined…" My back hurt. My cock ached. I was grinning and Ziva was laughing.

"It seems I have won the topping hand." She grinned at me and I shook my head.

"Upper hand, Ziva…" She playfully frowned at my fixing of her sentence and then shrugged.

This time when I flipped us over, the sheets still following, I ended up on top and eased down between her legs. She was warm. I was excited. Ziva parted her legs, looking up at me with that dark hair tossed around her and I shivered again. Pulsing my hips forward, I watched her face, the pleasure that was slowly consuming her features with each rubbing thrust of my hips. She gripped tight at my shoulders and arms, I planted my hands firmly on the ground next to her for support. Staying on top was a task that was very quickly becoming impossible. We rolled around, pulled away from each other and fought for control. It was wild. It was fast. It was everything I imagined with Ziva and more.

Lying there in the bed afterwards, Ziva traced her fingers over my chest and my eyes were failing me quickly. That night had been amazing. I had my Ziva back. She didn't hate me. Life was good for a while.