We’ll Always Have Paris 💕
The memories flood back to him as her brunette curls cascade around his face. She’s on top of him, chest to chest and deep brown eyes staring directly into his.
“Make love to me, Tony” she whispers and places her moist lips on his jaw.
There he is, in his mind, three years earlier. Lying on a king sized mattress, soft brown curls and the scent of coconut hanging over his face. Lights from the Eiffel Tower peeking in through the hotel curtains, fading out the darkness.
“Make me feel again, Tony” she whispers, laying on top of him. Her eyes are heavy, connected to his. They had gone to dinner, drank a few bottles of wine and walked hand in hand back to the hotel. Naturally he had suggested watching a movie when they entered the hotel room, hoping to return to their normalcy after the previous events. But, Ziva caught him off guard when she twirled around in that short, black dress of hers and gave him a look he had never seen on her before. Her eyes turned darker as he stared back in confusion before she moved closer to him.
“What’s wrong?” Tony questioned, his hands falling to her hips.
“Nothing. I am just…” She paused, biting her lip before continuing “I am just happy to be alive, here…with you”
“I’m glad too, Zee” he whispered, kissing her temple.
“Tony?” She looked up at him when she felt his lips move away.
“I-… thank you” The soft brush of her palm on his cheek made his heart beat pick up speed.
“You don’t have to thank me, Ziva. I’d go anywhere for you” he smiled.
She cupped his cheek, leaning into him and slowly kissing him. He was hesitant at first, not kissing back at first. After a few moments in however, his hands found their way into her curls and he deepened the kiss. A soft moan escaped from the back of her throat as Tony poured every ounce of passion he had in him, into that one kiss.
Ziva’s hand left his cheek and went around his neck, gripping tightly at Tonys hair while keeping him in place.
Heat radiated off both of their bodies as they stumbled back towards the bed. Tonys knees hit the bed, Ziva pushing him backwards onto it. Her body landed on top of his with a thud and his hands roamed the small figure
her body now was.
Fuck, that camp took everything away from her.
“Make me feel again, Tony” rolled off her tongue and he hesitated as she kept kissing his jawline.
“Zee,” he groaned “we can’t do this”
Her head shot up, draping her curls around him once more.
“Why not, Tony? Am I not good enough for you?” Rejection filled her eyes and she began to back away.
Tony reached for her arms, pulling her back down on him again “No, trust me. You are more than good enough. It’s just-…. I don’t want to hurt you,” he pleaded with her.
“Why would your hur-” she began, but stopped as she realized what he meant. “You read my medical file…” her voice was a time he could barely recognize.
Tony nodded slowly, his grip around her waist tighter because he thought she would run, hide from everything.
She dropped her head down to rest in the crook of his neck, a sob escaping her. “I want to feel…feel again” she choked out “I trust you enough not to hurt me…”
He didn’t know what to do. His head was conflicted with his other head (excuse his terminology) cause god damn it, since when did he turn down beautiful women asking him to make love to them?!
This wasn’t just any woman though, this was his Ziva. She had been through too much and he didn’t want to hurt her even more.
The thought of Saleem and his men, torturing her and raping her every night made his stomach queasy. Touching her, forcing themselves into while her screams of agony echoed through the stone walls of that death camp. What he wouldn’t do to kill Saleem himself.
“I don’t want you going through anymore pain” his voice whispered into her hair as he leaned his head on hers.
“Tony, at some point I will have to do this. I am afraid I can not trust anyone again, especially to be this way with me. But, I trust you. I trust you that will not hurt me…” She kissed his chest, her fingers grazing over the buttons on his shirt before opening them slowly and revealing the hair on his chest.
Tony groaned, feeling all the blood rush back down to his dick.
“And I want you to be my first,” she smirked as she popped open the last button on his shirt.
One thing lead to another and Tony quickly lost sense of what was practical and the fact that they were on a mission for work.
Hell, this was Paris. Jenny and Gibbs knew all work lost it’s meaning once you set foot in the city of love.
Tony made sure she was ready before he entered her. Her fingers dug into his back and she bit her lip as he filled her completely. His eyes wouldn’t leave hers. He stayed still, “you okay? I’ll-”
She interrupted him, “let me relax for a moment,” she gritted through her teeth.
The pain was unbearable. She forgot how this used to feel good when for the past summer she was ripped of that feeling. Tony felt bigger than she had expected so, she knew it would take a moment to get used to.
He sighed, dropping his head to her shoulder to place a kiss “God damn it, I’m sorry, Zi. I knew this was a bad idea”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she brought him closer “Move, Tony. I am fine”
Looking into her eyes once more, he sighed again, wiping the single tear that trickled down her cheek.
“It is going to hurt for the first few minutes again… I was very… damaged”
she shrugged and thrusted her hips into his, creating a new angle that made her gasp.
“You sure…?” His hands stilled her hips from moving, making her squirm on him.
“Yes, Tony. Fuck, that feels good” she moaned and he began to move at a slow pace.
She flips them over, flashbacks to their time undercover and begins to ride him. She wants to rid herself of all the lies of Michael, the fights with Tony and the dirt and blood from that death camp. Tony’s touches are gentle and the feeling of being loved overwhelms her when she reaches her climax and calls out his name. His grip is tight on her as it takes a few more thrusts before he comes long and hard into her. His head drops to her shoulder once again, whispering her name.
Ziva settles in the crook of his arm, legs entangled with his own. The lights from the Eiffel Tower reflect off the tan, smooth skin of her back.
Tonys hand protectively wraps around her waist, holding on tightly while his other hand traces the bones of her ribs that now stick out profusely. His mind wanders at how much weight she lost from being starved and his hands keep tracing along the thin, pink scars along her back. He strokes her back slowly and feels her breath begin to even out. His hands keep stroking along her soft skin and he kisses her forehead when he realizes she’s finally asleep.
Here he is, three years later. Laying on an old queen size bed, sweat still running down his body from the beating heat of Israel. Ziva’s body is draped over his, once again in the same motion. Tony’s hand is running along her back, stroking slowly along her skin. Her breaths have turned from panting into slow, delicate puffs of air. She nuzzles into the crook of his neck and he can feel her mouth turn into a smile. The memories from Paris creeping into his mind as they laid there together. Never had he felt so happy at having a second chance, particularly with her, his soulmate. They wouldn’t mess it up this time and god forbid if some jackass come and ruin it. His mind flashes back to CI Ray and the smug look on his face when him and Ziva had returned from their romantic getaway one night. Tony could tell that they had finally slept together on their rendezvous and wondered if Ray thought he was her first after Somalia. Oh hooo, was he in for a surprise. Fuck, if he could’ve just beat that guy to a pulp there and sunk in the news to him that nope, he was not her first after Somalia.
Ziva stirred in Tonys arms, knocking him out of his thoughts and back into the present.
She hadn’t expected him to find her after she ran away and wanted to forget her life in the U.S. Except, he did find her and he’s the one she could never expect to get away from. He told her he would always come and he did. They fought about her old life and made up in the Orange Grove. Dinner together was a bit awkward, but he made the first mood after they sat silently on the couch, watching a movie.
He wanted to feel her touch, feel her love once more if he really did have to let her leave his life. Confessing to her in whispers how much he loves her and that he wanted to make a family with her. No, no one had ever made the heart of Anthony Dinozzo Jr. feel this way and he was damned if he even thought about letting that go.
So, Tony did what he did best. He made love to her. Made her feel all the love he had for alike their special night in Paris again.
This time however, he wasn’t going to let it be unspoken or forgot about. He would quit his job if he had to. Tony would spend the rest of his life making this woman feel his unconditional love for her and if she ran away again, so be it. He would continue to find her and prove to her that she wasn’t damaged goods, she was his home and she was home in his arms.