Don't Bother
Ziva glanced over at the clock on the DVD player and sighed heavily.
2300.
She had been waiting for over three hours, and Tony had yet to show up. They had both left work at the same time, intending to have one of their 'movie nights' that usually ended with them tangled up in his bed sheets, exhausted. It was casual, something to help relieve the stress of the things they saw at work everyday.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Pushing herself off the couch, she headed for his bedroom to get ready for bed. Not one for wasting time, she stripped down to her panties and opened up his dresser drawer, grabbing the first shirt that was available and pulling it over her head. After closing the drawer, she opened the one next to it, looking for a pair of warm socks to wear. Picking up a pair, she started to unfold them when something shiny in the bottom of the drawer caught her eye.
She lifted it out of the drawer and realized immediately that it was a bracelet. Upon closer inspection, she could see that it was a replica of the hospital band he had been wearing the week prior.
Ziva could feel the tears building behind her eyes at the sight of it, but she willed them away, knowing that it was unfair for her to have expected any less. Placing the piece of jewelry into the nightstand next to her gun, she climbed into bed and got comfortable, fully intending on asking Tony about it when he arrived.
It was nearly an hour later when she finally heard his voice calling to her from the front door.
"Zee? You still here, baby?"
She turned to face away from the bedroom door when she heard his keys land on his kitchen counter, suddenly feeling less than sure about questioning her discovery. His footsteps echoed down the hallway as he made his way to the bedroom, and she focused on slowing her breathing when she heard him pushing the door open.
She continued to pretend that she was asleep when he said her name again, and he sighed quietly when she didn't respond. The rustling of his clothes being removed and tossed into the laundry hamper was the only sound in the room until he climbed onto the bed behind her.
"I know you're awake," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his nose in her neck. "Wanna get up and play?"
"I do not know if I should be insulted or not, Tony."
"Is this because I was late gettin' here?" He asked, peppering kisses on her shoulders while his hands slid under the shirt she was wearing. "'Cause I'm sorry about that."
"You know that I do not mind our arrangement, or even that you were late, but you cannot pretend that things have not changed."
He leaned up on his elbow and looked down at her curiously. "I don't know what you're talkin' about. Nothing's changed as far as I know."
"Do not treat me as if I am a child, Tony!" Ziva cried, sliding off of the bed. "Having a casual relationship with you was never a problem for me, but I refuse to be the 'other woman'."
Tony tensed, though he forced himself to maintain eye contact, knowing that if he looked away, she would realize that he was lying.
"I really don't know what you're talkin' about. C'mon, baby. Come back to bed, huh? You're imagining things."
She crossed the small space between them and less than a second later the sound of her hand connecting with his face echoed throughout the otherwise silent room.
"Ziva! What the fu--"
"--How dare you," she interrupted, ignoring the tears that were burning behind her eyes. "As if what you are doing is not bad enough, you are going to insult my intelligence as well? I am not stupid, nor am I blind, Tony! Who is she?"
He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "She's no one."
"Liar."
"I swear, Zee. It's nothing."
"You think I am an idiot."
"What's goin' on here, Ziva?" He asked, studying her as she paced in front of him. "We both agreed that this - us- had no strings. So, don't you think you're gettin' a little worked up about it?"
She chuckled quietly. "You cannot tell me that this means absolutely nothing to you, Tony," she said, kneeling on the edge of the bed. "I can see it every time we are together."
"I didn't say that it didn't," he clarified, trailing his eyes over her body. "But I didn't say that I wanted anything more than what we have either."
Moving off the bed again, she started for the door, not knowing what else to say to him. He jumped up and caught her around the waist, effectively preventing her from leaving the room.
"Let me go," she warned, her voice low.
He turned her around and pinned her against the bedroom wall with his body, wrapping his hands around her small wrists gently so that she couldn't attack him.
"You're jealous, aren't you?" He whispered, his face only inches from hers.
"I could not care less about your new girlfriend."
"Now who's the liar?" He asked, chuckling when she squirmed against him in an attempt to get away.
"I simply do not wish to be a pawn in your game. If you do not want to continue this, or if you want to start something with this new girl that you refuse to tell me about, then go ahead," she stopped struggling and angled her face toward his, a grin spreading across her lips. "Just do not forget what you will be missing."
He eyed her for a moment before crushing his lips against hers, ignoring her initial cry of protest. A second later he released her hands, unsurprised when her arms moved around his neck and her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at it roughly.
Moving his hands to her hips, he squeezed gently before lifting her up and making his way back to the bed. Dropping her onto the mattress, he covered her body with his own, pressing his knee between her legs as he attacked her mouth again.
Ziva moaned loudly as his lips trailed down to her neck, sucking and biting at the tender skin he found there. Reaching down, she slipped her small hand into his boxers and wrapped her fingers around his length tightly as she stroked him.
"Christ, Ziva--" he groaned, bucking into her hand. Leaning up slightly, he pulled off the t-shirt she was wearing and tossed it across the room, leaving her wearing nothing but her lacy red panties.
Pulling her hand off of him, he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand while the other trailed over her flushed skin, making her groan in frustration as he teased her.
"Look at you. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me," Tony whispered, his voice husky with lust. He laughed when she growled at him, struggling against the hand that was holding her captive. His free hand trailed over the soft skin on the inside of her thigh and he couldn't help but smile when she trembled, cursing him quietly in Hebrew.
With another chuckle he started moving his body lower, ducking his head and kissing his way over her bare skin. He took his time, teasing her breasts as he bit and suckled at her nipples, making them harden under his assault.
She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his lips as they moved down her body slowly. Tony nudged her legs apart gently as he pressed kisses to her hip and against her better judgment, she complied. The feel of his lips ghosting along the inside of her thigh made her shiver, and less than a second later pleasure turned to pain when he sank his teeth into her skin.
"Ben Zona!" She cursed, her unbitten leg jerking up out of reflex.
Ziva nearly laughed when he pulled away slightly, afraid that her leg would find his over-sensitive balls. Instead, she took the opportunity to wrench her hands away from him and hook her leg over his hip, essentially flipping them over so that she was straddling his hips.
He smirked up at her smugly, toying with the lace on her panties. "You should take these off," he suggested, pulling them down when she lifted herself off of him.
Kicking the panties away, she returned to her previous position, rubbing herself against his hard cock wantonly. A smirk crossed her lips at Tony's sharp intake of breath as he bucked against her, desperate to be buried in her heat.
"Ah, ah," she scolded, leaning in to press a kiss to his neck. "My turn," she darted her tongue out, licking his earlobe quickly before biting down on the soft skin where his neck met his shoulder, nearly drawing blood.
"What the fuck!" He screamed, his hand flying up to cover the fresh mark.
"Paybacks are a witch, Tony," she retorted, smirking as she went back to rubbing herself over his strained length slowly.
"Bitch," he corrected, a low growl escaping him when he pulled his hand off his neck and gripped her hips tightly. "Paybacks are a bitch."
She narrowed her eyes at him and pulled away without another word as she felt the anger beginning to build inside of her again.
"Yeah, I don't think so," he snapped, flipping them over again and burying himself inside of her without preamble.
She cried out, her nails scratching down his back roughly. "You asshole," she managed, digging her nails into the soft flesh of his ass as he pulled out and thrust back into her.
He held nothing back, fucking her roughly and giving her what he knew she needed in order to get past the anger that was consuming her. He could feel her hands in his hair, pulling hard as she writhed beneath him, her breaths coming out in strangled gasps.
"Come for me, baby," he groaned, pounding into her hard.
"Harder," she begged, bucking underneath him. Moaning, she gripped tightly to the skin on his hips, leaving deep marks as she struggled to reach her climax.
Reaching down, Tony took hold of her knee and put it up over his shoulder, leaning against it as he picked up the pace. "Fuck, Zee... you're so tight."
"Let me--" she moaned, her walls clenching around him as she came. "Let me on top."
He complied willingly, rolling herself underneath her without losing contact. He groaned as she sank deeper onto his pulsing cock, forcing him to use every bit of self control he had to not explode inside of her.
Planting her hands on his chest she moved slowly, riding out the remainder of her orgasm before sliding off of him.
"What the fuck?" He managed, his cock aching as he gripped her hips and forced her back down.
"You take too long," she spat, slapping his hands away.
"And you're... a God damn tease," he gasped, holding her tighter and not allowing her to move. "I'm almost... there."
She tried to lift herself again but only succeeded in helping Tony toward his orgasm.
"Let me... oh my God," she cried, her second climax taking her by surprise as she felt him come, his cock swelling and twitching inside of her.
"Jesus... that was so good," he managed, his body going limp against the mattress.
Rolling off of him, Ziva laid her exhausted body down on the bed, her back facing Tony.
He chuckled, glancing over at her as she curled her knees up to her chest, not making any move to turn back to him. "Don't think that I didn't feel you come again, Zee. You enjoyed me bein' rough with you, huh?"
Her body visibly tensed, and he froze when he heard a quiet whimper escape her lips.
"Ziva?" He asked, reaching out to touch her shoulder and recoiling when she jerked away. "Hey... what's the matter?"
She pulled herself further away from him, continuing to face the wall. "You used me, Tony. Like some whore."
"No, baby. I... I mean, I enjoyed it, but--"
"Stop."
She slipped off the bed and walked over to his dresser, inadvertently allowing him to see her face for the first time. His amused expression quickly changed to one of regret when he noticed the wet streaks on her tanned cheeks.
"Baby, c'mere. I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," he paused, watching as she gathered her clothes and started getting dressed. "You always like it a little rough, Zee. Why didn't you tell me that I was goin' too far?"
"That is not the problem."
"Then why are you so upset?" Tony asked, pushing himself off the bed and crossing the space between them to wrap his arms around her waist.
"Let me go," she said, her voice cracking slightly. "Please. Let me go."
He pulled away as though he had been burned. "Ziva--"
She said nothing, swiping at the tears on her face before she finished dressing. Walking back to the side of the bed, she grabbed her belongings out of the nightstand drawer and headed for the door.
"Wait. Talk to me!" He called, pulling on his boxers and following her out of the bedroom.
"I have nothing to say to you, Tony."
"Ziva, how can I be expected to fix this if you don't tell me what's wrong?"
"Who said I want you to fix it?" She said, continuing toward the door. "This was the end. It iss over."
He scoffed, leaning on the wall a few feet away from her. "Yeah, okay. So, you're gonna be here on Friday night, right? We're gonna watch The Hangover, remember?"
She simply stared at him for a moment before shaking her head and turning away, dropping a few items in the dish behind his door.
"Goodbye, Tony."
He watched her close the door behind her before he walked over to the door to examine the items she left behind.
The Italian sighed when he picked them up, seeing the bracelet Jeanne had given him for Valentine's Day paired with the key to his apartment.
"Fuck."
Gripping the key in his fist, he turned and threw it at the opposite wall, cursing loudly before he pulled the door open and ran out, hoping to catch her before she took off. The hallway, however, was empty. He knew there was no point in going downstairs, that she would already be gone.
Making his way back into the apartment, he kicked the door closed behind him and made his way to the couch, dropping his head into his hands.
Tony had wanted nothing more than to tell Ziva exactly what was going on between him and Jeanne, but he knew that he couldn't risk blowing the investigation.
Releasing a quiet sigh, he ran a hand over his tired face and hoped that she would give him a chance to explain once it was all said and done.