“Ziva, have you seen my shirt from-“ Tony stops short, his jaw dropping open just the slightest. “Oh.”
Ziva grins at him, enjoying that he can’t take his eyes off of her. “This shirt?” She stands and starts to walk toward him, fingering the delicate material. He notices that only three buttons at the bottom of the shirt are buttoned. The shirt barely makes it to the top of her thighs.
“Yes,” he manages to say, reaching for her waist and pulling her up against him once she’s close enough for him to do so. One of his hands snakes between them and unbuttons the three buttons swiftly.
“Hm,” she hums, licking her lips enticingly. “It was just the first thing I saw when I got up this morning.”
“Mmm,” he murmurs before capturing her lips with his own. She gasps into his mouth when he suddenly picks her up and puts her on the island counter and slips to stand between her legs. He starts sucking on her collarbone and she lets her head fall back to give him better access. She feels him pressing against her thigh, and she can’t help but grin.
“That didn’t take long,” she comments with a smirk, and he lifts his head to give her a look that makes her breath catch in her throat.
“What can I say?” he says, his hands running from her knees to her hips. She shivers at his touch, trying to focus on what he’s saying. “You look good in my shirt.”