Nostrum Monumentum: Tony's Revenge
Title: Tony's Revenge
Rating: PG13
Character: Ziva David, Tony DiNozzo
Summary: Ziva proves to Tony that clothes does make him a man. TIVA smut / fluff. Sequel to Squad Room Distractions
Prompt: challenge #199, clothes, from ncisdrabble100
Words: 287
Author's Note: I'm a little bit torn about the rating for this one. It's more a suggestive smut.
It may seem illogical, but there were times when Ziva forgot that her partner did not live in dress shirts and suits all day. Granted they spent the most time together either at Navy Yard or out the field where the attire would vary depending on the crime scene.
But, when Tony opened his door on a rare day when they both didn’t need to work, she was momentarily taken aback. From his damp hair and the towel in his hand, it was evident that he had just gotten out of the bathroom. It was also quite obvious that he wasn’t expecting any company from his current state of (un)dress. He was shirtless, clad only in a pair of resin washed Levi. The dark jeans struck a sharp contrast against his skin and drew her attention to his sock-less feet.
As she trailed her eyes upwards again, she found her partner with a satisfied grin staring back at her. Using the opened door to support his weight, he invaded her personal space until she was all the more conscious of the sheer crispness of a man who just came out of a shower. “See something that you like?” He had the audacity to ask.
As soon as the words left his mouth, she ducked around him, gaining entrance into his apartment. With lightning fast reflexes, she pushed him hard against the door, slamming it shut in the process. In an instant, her legs were between his, one hand was holding her partner in place while the other stroke and grind against the rough material that was denim.
At his groan, she smirked and rasped. “Be thankful that you do not have to wear jeans very often.”
Rating: PG13
Character: Ziva David, Tony DiNozzo
Summary: Ziva proves to Tony that clothes does make him a man. TIVA smut / fluff. Sequel to Squad Room Distractions
Prompt: challenge #199, clothes, from ncisdrabble100
Words: 287
Author's Note: I'm a little bit torn about the rating for this one. It's more a suggestive smut.
It may seem illogical, but there were times when Ziva forgot that her partner did not live in dress shirts and suits all day. Granted they spent the most time together either at Navy Yard or out the field where the attire would vary depending on the crime scene.
But, when Tony opened his door on a rare day when they both didn’t need to work, she was momentarily taken aback. From his damp hair and the towel in his hand, it was evident that he had just gotten out of the bathroom. It was also quite obvious that he wasn’t expecting any company from his current state of (un)dress. He was shirtless, clad only in a pair of resin washed Levi. The dark jeans struck a sharp contrast against his skin and drew her attention to his sock-less feet.
As she trailed her eyes upwards again, she found her partner with a satisfied grin staring back at her. Using the opened door to support his weight, he invaded her personal space until she was all the more conscious of the sheer crispness of a man who just came out of a shower. “See something that you like?” He had the audacity to ask.
As soon as the words left his mouth, she ducked around him, gaining entrance into his apartment. With lightning fast reflexes, she pushed him hard against the door, slamming it shut in the process. In an instant, her legs were between his, one hand was holding her partner in place while the other stroke and grind against the rough material that was denim.
At his groan, she smirked and rasped. “Be thankful that you do not have to wear jeans very often.”