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Near Kötschach, Austria | Wolfgang Moritzer
Wow this has been a very long day in the lab again but best part is that I can write my bachelor’s thesis in the group I’m currently doing an intern, and my supervisor is happy to supervise me again 😄😄😄
Ziva: You’ve plead your case with everyone else. Why not me?
Michelle Lee: I’m done trying to explain. No one understands.
Ziva: I do.
Requested by lunalovestea.
i like how on tumblr we don’t complete our sentences. we kind of just
IN WHICH ZIVA IS TONY’S DATE TO SENIOR’S WEDDING
He smiled when he felt her warm arms wrap around his middle, and the faint scent of the perfume he bought her tickled his nose. One of his own arms came to rest low on her waist.
"I have missed you," she murmured, and he watched the small, lazy smile appear on her lips when he pressed his lips to her temple.
"Me too, Sweetcheeks."
"Your father looks happy," she remarked.
Tony’s eyes searched the reception hall until they found the jovial old man. Smiling as big as ever, Senior was twirling his new bride around the dance floor with as much grace and gusto his old, tired limbs would allow.
"He told me that she was his soulmate."
Ziva’s eyebrows rose at the vaguely familiar choice of words, and opted for resting cheek against his chest to look up at him curiously. “Do you believe in soulmates?” she chanced.
With a tenderly placed hand under her chin, he leaned down to capture her lips with his. His hand then moved from under her face and into her hair, which he had enjoyed watching her straighten. Her things had been spread about his bathroom, and he’d had a lovely view of her leaning over the counter, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy Ziva-David-I-didn’t-know-you-owned-those black panties and matching bra. And as he leaned against the doorframe, admiring her domesticity and rather stunning backside, Tony concluded that he was one hell of a lucky guy. And she had scolded him for staring but with a sneaky grin on her face that let him know that she wasn’t really mad. If anything, he assumed that she had quite enjoyed his eyes on her.
And now, with her eagerly responding to his tender kiss, Tony wondered how it was even possible that he didn’t realize beforehand that she was the one for him.
He pulled away slowly, identical grins on their faces, and he whispered, “I think I’m starting to.”
It took her a second to figure out how that was relevant to anything, because his kisses always succeeded in making her mindless, but when it clicked she pecked his lips for good measure.
"Me too," was her reply, and when he eventually pulled her to the dance floor and the little velvet box shifted in his pocket, reminding him of its presence, Tony knew that the next wedding he danced with her at would hopefully be their own.