- use cheesy pick up lines
- gently stroke cheek
- slowly lift rag drenched in chloroform and cover mouth/nose
- drag to car
A) Michael is a shipper.
2) Michael flirts with Cote ALL THE TIME.
lll) Michael really doesn’t like EJ…
Welcome aboard ship Tiva.
Yes, he was definitely a total shipper throughout the whole commentary. xD Even moreso than Cote, I found!
Michael is just a…
On the surface, nothing was different. Tony sat at his desk and Ziva sat at hers; they tapped on their keyboards and poked fun at McGee’s new, unfortunate haircut and waited for their fearless leader to stride in with his coffee. They caught each other’s eye and exchanged flirtatious grins; it was the same routine they went through every morning.
Except that it didn’t feel the same to Tony, and he was pretty sure that Ziva also sensed the tension in the air. He noticed her foot bouncing beneath her desk; she was antsy. Like him.
Damn, this sucked.
The two weeks since they’d crossed the line drawn by rule number twelve had been brutal. Being what they were, and having done what they’d done, it was hard to sit in the same room and act like nothing had changed. As far as anybody else knew, they were still partners and friends and of course there wasn’t a drawer in his dresser full of Ziva’s clothes.
Even though he knew she was gauging his reaction, Tony watched as Ziva licked the corner of her lips. Their eyes met, and she smiled provocatively, and he couldn’t believe how much he wanted her.
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(Apparently I missed this part of the interview before)
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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.”
Awww, Ziva… ;p
OMG ELISHA! :DDD ily