Good Grief

TITLE: Good Grief

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: NCIS

SHIP: Tony / Ziva

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Five and Six.

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS - SEASON 5&6. After the Director's death and the news of their reassignment, Ziva and Tony realize that they have unresolved business.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own NCIS. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

She caught up to him in the parking structure and despite the circumstances he still smile. He had planned to call her for a last drink before they headed off to the various new assignments. He still couldn't quite believe the team had been broken up or that Jenny was dead. Even the thought left a sour taste in his mouth. "Can you give me a ride to my apartment?" she asked and he simply opened the passenger side door for her in answer. He threw his jacket and tie into the back seat and they left the NCIS lot He watched as she removed the clip from her hair and shook it out, letting her usually confined mass of dark curls cascade around her face and over her shoulders and back. She always tried so hard to be one of he guys, that he savored the moments like this when she showed her more feminine side.

He gave her the surreptitious once over he had given her almost everyday since she'd joined the team. She was beautiful in a very natural way, needing neither make-up nor fancy clothes to accentuate her lithe, but curvaceous form and fine, distinctive features. He had seen her in both and still occasionally used the image when enjoying a little Tony time. She undid the buttons on the jacket that matched the skirt she wore and then the top button on her blouse, he assumed for comfort. Why she undid another button that revealed a tantalizing sliver of her cleavage he didn't understand. It wasn't that hot and she could have just asked him to turn up the AC, but he didn't mention anything, enjoying the view.

"Tony? Pull over, find somewhere secluded." She told him. "What?" he queried. "Just find somewhere." she ordered in a best 'Annoyed MOSAD Agent' voice. "You gonna kill me or something?" he persisted. "Or something." She replied. "If she were going to kill me she wouldn't have let so many people see her leave with me." He concluded, dividing his attention between her and the road. "I need to talk to you about something, Tony." She explained without really explaining anything in a typically Ziva fashion. Her more than usual crypticness intrigued him and he got off the highway, heading for a park he knew, which had back roads that would be deserted at this time of day. "Curiosity may kill the cat, but it might be a better fate than being an Agent Afloat on an aircraft carrier for the rest of his career. He thought as the car jounced off the dirt road and he parked under some trees, away from any prying eyes.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to question Ziva only to find her a lot closer than he expected and before he could do or say anything, she pressed her lips to his. He froze and tensed in surprise for just a moment and then he parted his lips and let her tongue slip into his mouth as she let his do the same. He buried his hand in her wealth of dark hair, cupping her head as he tilted her head and cemented their lip lock as their mouths slid sinuously together and their tongues fenced, wrestled and explored. Her hand caressed the side of his neck as they sucked and nipped at each other's lips before moving apart, a little breathless. Her lips glistened wetly, her lower lip slightly swollen with the intensity of their kiss. He licked his lower lip slowly, tasting her lip-gloss.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that about, Ziva?" he asked although all he wanted to do was take her face in his hands and kiss her again, for a start. "It is about a lot of things, Tony. It is about change. It is about maybe never seeing you again. It is about curiosity. It is about feelings. It is about unfinished business. It is about celebrating life or grieving over death. Choose any one or combination of those factors. Or, maybe, I have just wanted to do that for absolutely the longest time." She explained thoughtfully, her voice soft almost as if she were talking to herself more than him. "We have been dancing around each other for a while now haven't we." He corroborated. "So... What does this mean?" he asked. "It means you get to do what you have been wanting to since we met." She informed him. "I get to hit you upside the back of your head the way Gibbs does?" he queried.

"Ha ha. Very funny DiNozzo." She bantered back and his eyes widened as she leaned back, bracing her shoulders on the back of the seat and lifting her ass, hiked up her skirt and slid her panties off her hips and down her thighs. He caught a flash of pink and her smooth, hairless crotch before she lowered herself back onto the seat and removed the lacy undergarment completely. He couldn't stop staring at her. "Get your pants off, Tony." She instructed him as she started undoing the rest of the buttons on her blouse. "Wait, wait, stop, Ziva. Just wait. I'm all for spontaneity, but if we are going to do this I want to do this properly. I can have us in a five-star hotel suite in twenty minutes tops. Candles, champagne and a nice soft, spacious bed where we could take our time with room service after, not the front seat of car. We deserve more than this. You deserve more than this." He proposed. Her eyes softened as she contemplated his offer, but then her smile lost some of its luster. "That is sweet and sounds lovely, Tony and I would give a lot for it to be so, but it is this, now and here or it may never be. The new Director has kindly arranged military transport back to Israel for me and I would bet good money that there are already MPs waiting at my apartment to help me pack and escort me to the airbase." She explained.

"Jeezus, that guys a real class act asshole. The ground hasn't even settled on Jenny's coffin yet and his shipping us off to all corners of the world." He spouted angrily. "Mcgee will still be here." Ziva noted. "Yeah, but Probie's going to the Cyber Crimes Division, that's like another world completely, a bizarro universe where he would be like "The Man or the geek equivalent." He countered. "True." She acknowledged and started to loosen his tie. "Now, are you going to get your pants or do I have to do everything as usual?" she asked sarcastically. "Yes, Ma'm. No Ma'm." he answered and reached for his belt. His dick had been getting hard since the moment her lips had touched his, twitching and growing as they spoke and he was glad for the relief as he undid his pants and lowered the zipper.

Ziva had finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it out of the waistband of her skirt shrugged it off, leaving her pert breasts incased in a white lacy, strapless bra. She wasn't buxom, but her breasts were in perfect proportion to her shapely form and were by no means small. He mimicked her earlier maneuver to lift his butt and pull down his pants and boxers and pushed them down around his ankles, his cock bobbing against his midriff as he freed it. She pressed a button on the dash, holding it until his seat had slid as far back as it could.

She reached for him and then slowly ran her fist up his length. He groaned, his but clenching and his hips making a slight, slow rolling thrust into the tube formed by her fingers and palm. She flicked her hair back out of her face as she lent forward and he watched her studying his shaft with rapt, intense attention. "It's almost exactly like I pictured it. Just a little thicker and not as curved." She commented softly, almost to herself, and he twitched in her hand in response to the idea that she had been picturing his cock. She carefully shifted her knee onto the seat next to his thigh and then, using her other hand on his shoulder to steady herself straddle his legs until she hovered over his lap and his throbbing erection.

Tony slid his hand up along the tops of her thighs, his fingers kneading the outside and his thumbs caressing the smooth inside. He collected her skirt on his wrist, bunching it above her hips, exposing her to his hungry gaze as he gripped her waist and she let him support some of her weight. Ziva held him in place as she lowered herself slowly with his aid and he felt heat radiating from her before he felt the wet, slippery, silky feel of her folds slide over his dick head and then she had him seated at her entrance. She let gravity take her and slowly sank onto him. He inhaled sharply and then let his breath out slowly as her tight, slippery heat surrounded him. Her flexing, resistant flesh slowly, grudgingly stretching to mould around him in a snug embrace and draw a hot trail of electric, tingling friction down his shaft.

Ziva let out a soft gasp and then her breath hissed out, hot on his face. Her eyes were slits behind half lowered lids, but they did not leave his. About half way down, her sex clenched hard at him, stalling her downward slide and her nails dug into his shoulders as she let out a heavy groan. He felt her shudder slightly before her tight channel relaxed enough for her to continue her journey onto him. They both let out soft grunts as she settled onto his lap, her eyes closing completely for just a moment before opening again, clear, bright and shining. "You okay?" he asked as she squirmed slightly, finding her comfort and adjusting to his filling invasion as her throbbed against her tight, pulsing grip. "Hmmmmmmmmm. Uh Huh... Yes." She sighed on a heavy exhalation.

He was still waiting for his alarm clock to buzz and force him to wake up. He was inside Ziva, her tight, hot, moist sex wrapped around him. The soft scent of vanilla wafted off her to mix with the perfume of arousal that surrounded them both as they both leaned in and their lips joined in a slow searching kiss, her soft, sweet lips sliding against his as she ran her hands through his hair and across his shoulders. He let his hands slip upward finding the smooth skin of her torso. He let his thumb dip into the hollow of her belly button, just for a moment before continuing his exploration. He broke their kiss, nibbling at her lower lip before continuing onto her jaw line and then lower. She started to rock on him, her hips making slow tight circles, her languid gyrations shifting him back and forth inside her, dragging her tight, slippery heat along his shaft. He groaned against her skin as he licked, sucked and kissed his way down the strong column of her neck and onto her chest. She ached back slightly, pressing against his lips as he ground his hips up into her.

His fingers found and traced the few slightly raised scars he found on her skin that spoke of her life as a MOSAD and NCSI agent. She moaned softly when he slid his fingers over the defined ridges and valleys of her ribcage and captured her breasts. The textured lace felt rough against his palms in comparison to her smooth skin under his fingers as he squeezed and fondled her firm globes. Tony slid his hands to the side, cupping the outer curve of her pert breasts, his thumbs running over the hard nubs of her nipples, feeling them strain against the material that concealed them. He let his right hand slip between her body and her arm, across her back and with a deft move unhooked her bra, caught it with his other hand and dropped it onto the seat next to them. "Why am I not surprised you could do that?" she stated playfully as he lifted his lips from her skin and grinned at her. "Christ, Ziva... You're a beautiful woman." He told her as he let his gaze slide over her face and down her body, his voice low with sincerity and awe. She had surprisingly large nipples, dark brown and about the length and diameter of the first joint of his forefinger set in the middle of the slightly paler ovals of her areola. "I always thought they'd be pink." He mused as he returned her hands to her now naked breasts and fondled them as he rolled, flicked and tweaked her nipples gently.

She pressed into his hands and started to rise and fall on his erection, using her grip on his neck and shoulders as leverage. He lowered his lips to her skin once more, kissing her chest and then letting his tongues snake lightly down the valley of her cleavage before running it up and around her left nipple painting a glistening, decreasing spiral of saliva on her skin until he could draw her turgid tip into his mouth and suckle at it. He let his hand abandon the breast his mouth was feasting on and wrapped his arm around the small of her back, his hand griping her waist to give her some added support as he let her set the pace and rhythm as she rode him. The feel of her body against and around him was an exquisite delight as it dragged up him and then slid down with slippery, flexing pressure as she rolled and circle her hips. He could hear her moan on hot, panted breaths that tickled his ear and neck.

He leaned forward, bending her backwards, changing his angle inside her, and giving him more leverage to thrust into her as she rode him. He felt sharp teeth test the skin of his shoulder along with her nails on his back as they strained together in a rocking, thrusting, clenching, flexing, groaning, moaning, grunting, panting, clutching, licking, sucking, nibbling, grinding, sliding symphony of sensation, each playing the other as an instrument of pleasure. His balls were growing heavy and tight, almost aching with the need for release as his dick throbbed against her delectable, velvet embrace, He had to lift his mouth from her breast as he gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching as he desperately fought for control and the ability to prolong their passionate ride.

He felt her start to quiver around him, the sound of her cries growing louder and sharper, her breath coming in faster and faster pants as she drew herself up and then plunged down onto his thrusting manhood. Unrestrained by his hands or his lips her firm breasts rose and fell, swaying and jiggling slightly with the transferred shockwave and momentum of their colliding bodies. Her hair was a shifting, swirling halo of dark curls with stray tendrils that clung damply to the glistening skin of her forehead and one cheek. He tried to tell her how hot and sexy she looked to him, with her skin almost glowing with the sweat of their shared exertion; her full lower lip caught behind her straight white teeth; eyes alternately half-lidded and wide open, bright and wild looking, but couldn't find the words to describe it. She told him on heavy exhalations that they should have done this sooner, that it felt amazing and that she didn't want it to end, but was too close to climaxing to continue for much longer.

He stopped her flood of moaned words with a rough kiss, hard hungry and bruising. His hands pulled her hard as he leaned forward into their kiss. Her shoulders must have hit the steering wheel because the horn sounded several short bursts as they writhed and undulated together, his cock buried to the hilt in her molten core. She gasped into his mouth as she drew hers from his and her quivering transformed into heavy shudders, her sex clamping down around him in a squeezing, rippling grip and she threw her head back, her scream of release mingling with the sustained blast of the cars horn as she arched back against the steering wheel. He grunted at the intense pressure exerted by her climaxing snatch, yet was unable to stop his hips from bucking to further drive himself into her resisting flesh. His balls tightened sharply and no force at his disposal could stop the flood of semen that roared it way up his length, expanding it against her tight grasp and then flooding into her inviting depths in a series of muscle-locking spurts. His back arched, his spine becoming a taut bow and driving his head back hard into the headrest behind him as he came with a stuttered cry of completion.

Ziva's sensual, climactic beauty went blurred as his eyes widened to the point of tearing as the sharp, delectable jolts of pleasure washed through his senses and body as her sex milked him in the nature-intended massage of her climax. His nerves sang with the electric sensation of pleasure, unnaturally sensitive and acute and he could feel sweat slowly roll along his skin; the material of her skirt felt impossibly rough. He had never cum that hard or as much with anyone else before. He wanted to do this again and again; be inside her; explore her; have her explore him; discover the myriad of delights sex had to offer. He agreed with her and cursed himself for a fool for not having done this sooner and not waiting until they had so very little time.

She groaned and slumped forward, her head resting on his shoulder, her body, having now gone limp and relaxed with the exception of the occasional twitch and clench from her hot, flooded sex around him. Her breath tickled his neck, her heaving chest pressing her breasts and hard nipples into his rising and falling chest as he wrapped his arms around her his hand lightly stroking her silky smooth and slightly damp hair as they both caught their breath. Nature took its course and he shrunk, but their position meant that he didn't slip out of her completely, but remained bathed in her warmth as their heart rates returned to normal and the sweat dried on their skin.

She raised her head and he gently brushed her hair out of her face and she flashed him a strangely shy smile as he lightly cupped her cheek. She squirmed slightly on his lap and despite the sapping, draining intensity of his climax, he actually felt himself start to stir slightly with arousal again. Tony searched Ziva's beautiful brown eyes for any sign of regret, but found none. "We really should have done this years ago. We've both wanted to, both been thinking about it, imagining it." He admitted, letting his hands slide along and knead the silky skin and firm muscles of her backing a light caress. She sighed and pressed back into his touch. "Maybe... and don't get me wrong, I would have loved to have sex with you many, many more times, but what would it have meant, Tony? Would we have been to be lovers and still work together? Would circumstances eventually have pushed us apart? There has always been something between us, but would it have been enough for a relationship? It may not be ideal, but this way we have our satisfaction, fond memories and an unsullied dream of what might have been." She pointed out.

He looked at the beautiful, mostly naked woman in front of him and tried to memorize every last detail, knowing that this might be the last tie he got to see her like that, or at all. "You've given this a lot of thought, haven't you?" he asked. "Have you ever known me to do anything thing without consideration?" she countered. "True." he responded simply. He grabbed a stray lock of her hair that had fallen into her face and tucked it behind her ear. "I'd just like to go on record as saying as I would have liked to try." He stated. "Try?" she queried, her forehead crinkling with a frown. "I would have liked to have tried to have a relationship, other than a professional one, with you Ziva David." He explained and was rewarded by her sweet smile and a softness in her eyes he had not seen before. She leaned forward and their lips hovered over each other for a moment before they shared a slow, intimate kiss.

They kissed for what felt like a lifetime, simply luxuriating in each other until she lifted her lips from his. "We need to go, Tony." She told him even as she rocked her hips slightly, fully aware that he was again hardening. "The MPs the new Director sent to escort me might be starting to get impatient and this car had GPS tracking. I'd rather not be found like this by armed military personnel." She proposed. "We could just tell them all to go to hell. My hotel offer still stands." He suggested. She laughed softly. "You're incorrigible." She told him. "And, that's one of the things you like about me." He countered and she laughed louder.

They both groaned as she lifted off him and transferred herself back to the passenger seat. "I guess that's a no then?" he checked. "No, actually, that's a: I wish we could, but would get deported and thrown out of the country before the room service arrived." She corrected him. "There's a lot we could do before that happened, that's all I'm saying." He continued playfully, not seriously trying to convince her as he let himself adjust to the reality of the situation. "Maybe in another life time, Tony... Maybe in another life time." She commented and he nodded.

They cleaned up as best they could with tissues from the glove box. He couldn't keep his eyes off her while he pulled up his boxers and pants as her lithe body was, in slow stages, once again hidden from him behind her underwear and clothes. He could still smell, taste and feel her skin and he clenched his hand into a fist to stop him from reaching for her and stopping her... and doing oh so much more. These were the cards fate had dealt them and they had played them as best they could. "Maybe... maybe someday we'll meet again and this might have a chance to be different." He thought wistfully as he re-buttoned his shirt and she straightened her skirt and they were once again more or less respectable looking.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked and she nodded. He remembered something she had said earlier as he adjusted his seat and then started the car. "Ziva, if that was grief, it was good grief." He commented. "Yes, good grief, indeed." She agreed as they drove off.

THE END