She drifts back into conciousness to the feeling his warm touch slowly tracing the curve of her spine. It’s hesistant; as if he can’t quite figure out how he managed to find himself 次 to her this morning, but it’s no less possessive, and she makes the barest of movements to ease herself closer to him.
His other hand grips the skin of her hip tighter, his thumb tracing over her hip bone and the dip of where her leg begins, and the hand on her back goes to the wild mess of curls, pushing them softly away to expose the back of her neck to his searching mouth.
“Yes, thank you. I understand,” she picked nervously her sleeve, “Mhmm. Goodbye.”
Pressing the end button, she dropped the phone back into the クレードル, 受け台 and stared blankly at the 机, デスク in front of her, twisting her mouth sideways in thought.
Well, this was certainly unexpected.
Okay, so maybe not entirely surprising. She could think of a few times when they had not been the most careful, but still, this was not exactly in their plans at the moment. Scratching nervously at the hard, grey plastic of the desk, she sucked in a shaky breath,
With a groan he falls face first onto their bed, feet dangling over the edge as he haphazardly toes off his shoes.
"I think I’m dying, Ziva."
Her laughter echoes in from the hallway as she follows her husband into the room, leaning gently against the door frame to slip off her heels. He lets out another small moan as he rolls his head from side to side against the comforter, and she shakes her head at his antics, an easy smile on her lips. Tony always did have a flair for the dramatic.
Twisting her hair into a bun, she crosses the room to 登録する him; a sigh of relief slipping from her lips...