Ziva stretched, sitting up in bed and squinting at the sun streaming in from the window. She looked beside her to see Tony still asleep, and she smiled at the stubbly beard that was still on his face from the weekend. She knew he would shave tonight before work tomorrow, but she had to admit sometimes that she wished he wouldn’t.
She let her fingers trail down his bare back and he shivered, blinking as he woke. He looked up at her and smiled. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” She kissed his cheek and he sat up, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his lips to hers.
She felt the itchy feeling on her chin that came with kissing him when he had his beard, and scrunched up her nose. He smiled into the kiss before pulling away, nuzzling her nose. “Does someone not like the beard?”
Ziva giggled, and kissed him. “No, actually. Sometimes, I actually kind of like it.”
“Really?” he grinned, and she nodded, letting her forehead rest on his.
“Yes. It’s kind of rough and… sexy.” she admitted, her fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.
“Really?” His voice held more intrigue now. She giggled, nodding again, and he smirked. “Maybe I should shave less often.”
She smirked in response, bringing her lips to his and whispering against his lips. “Maybe you should.”