Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your mind is not your own
Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes
Ziva stared in a kind of shocked silence at the person standing in her doorway. It had been a month since Gibbs had gone down toMexicowith Mike Franks after the incident that left him in a coma. Since then, Tony had taken over as the team leader, and that was who she was looking at now.
Sure, her body was functioning normally and her lights were on, but the Mossad liaison officer wasn't entirely home.
"Ziva, are you going to let me in or leave me out to roam the night?" Tony asked, a small smirk on his face.
She stepped back and let him in, studying his profile, his face. Those clear, green eyes, dark brown hair, full mouth . . . Ziva shook her head slightly to clear it; her mind was not her own tonight.
DiNozzo stepped closer to her, worry in his eyes. "Zi, are you okay?"
She wasn't. His closeness was doing something to her: her heart was sweating and her body started shaking. If he kissed her, that would be all it would take to send her over the edge. Ziva started to tell him she wasn't okay, but her mouth and body betrayed her. She murmured, "Kiss me," even as she lowered his mouth to hers.
The responding jolt to her system informed her that—as much as she tried to deny it—she needed so much more.
You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need
After that encounter, Ziva found she couldn't sleep or eat. She had no doubt she was in deep—but to what, exactly, she wasn't sure.
Or maybe she was. Whenever Tony was around, her throat grew tight and she couldn't breathe.
"Hey, Ziva." Snapping fingers made her aware that Tony was talking to her. Her eyes moving around, she remembered that they were at work, and she became aware of the fact that McGee and Michelle Lee were watching her.
"Yeah?" she managed, forcing herself not to stare at him. There was no way what she felt for him was what she thought it was, but all she needed from him was another kiss.
Tony said, "It's late. Were you planning on staying here on gong home?" Obviously, he was trying for a joke.
Her throat constricted, but she forced out, "Very funny. If you must know, I was going home."
"Mind if I drive you?"
God, these emotions were such a nuisance. It would be a miracle if she made it home without jumping him.
All she wanted was one kiss, so she could satisfy herself. That was it. It would be the last time, she promised herself.
Whoa, you like to think you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
Ziva David might like to think she was immune to whatever was raging through her, but it was closer to the truth to say she couldn't get enough of Tony DiNozzo, who was now her team leader. Excitement and desire zinged her nerves as they entered her apartment. She knew she was going to have to face it eventually, but now all she wanted was her partner (and boss, in recent weeks).
You see the signs, you can't read
You're runnin' at a different speed
Your heart beats in double time
Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind
Tony knew Ziva saw the signs, but she could not read what they meant. She was runnin' at a different speed, as if she was high on something. He could feel her heart beating in double time, pressed up as she was against him, her mouth hot and greedy. Tony sensed that with another kiss she would be his.
He always did have a one track mind, and he found he just couldn't stop kissing her. And all this with our clothes on, he thought.
You can't be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
If there's some left for you
You don't mind if you do
She couldn't be saved. Ziva knew that as she began nudging him in the direction of her bedroom; oblivion was all she craved.
It seemed as if they couldn't shed their clothes quickly enough, but it didn't matter, since they were soon on her bed making love. Needless to say, he brought the woman out of her, so many times, easily.
While they were both trying to fall asleep, Ziva found she couldn't. She didn't mind helping herself to him, kissing his lips first, then throat, until she'd quenched her thirst.
Of course, she was still saying this was entirely a physical reaction.
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
While the Israeli liked to think she was immune to the effect Tony had on her, it was closer—much closer—to the truth to say she couldn't have enough. She knew she was going to have to face it, so she might was well now, lying in bed: the big, bad Mossad assassin was addicted to love.
Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your will is not your own
Your heart sweats, your teeth grind
Another kiss and you'll be mine
Thoroughly sedated, Ziva's metaphorical lights were on but her mind was elsewhere. Even tonight, her will was not her own.
As if on perfect timing, DiNozzo rolled over until he was sprawled partly over her. Immediately her heart started beating faster until it was almost sweating. The Israeli's teeth ground together as she had to bite back a moan of pleasure, thoroughly enjoying what he was doing to her. He was her obsession, her addiction, her drug. With another kiss, she would be his.
Will you be there in the morning? she thought.
It was her last coherent thought as they began another round of lovemaking.
The best part was there was no Rule Twelve.
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love