Tony and Ziva AU → In which Tony and Ziva are passengers on The Titanic.
puppy!!!…also hella strong eyeliner game A+++
dont even touch me
so many puppies in this house rn
also thank you elssssiiiiiii
(ignore my onesie, i literally got home from work and stole it from my mum lol)
BUT LOOK! PUPPY!
He watched her watch the water, and silently swore that nothing could possibly be as beautiful as she was in that very moment. If Tony had been focused on the other wedding reception-goers around him, he would know that a few of McGee and Delilah’s guests were watching him watch her, that same knowing smile on all of their faces.
Tony loved it when she dressed up. The cargo pants and knives were hella hot, he’d give her that, but there was something about the exotic beauty dressed in soft, pastel colors, and her hair in waves that begged his fingers to run through them that made him just want to look at her as much as he possibly could.
A waiter with white coattails offered him a glass of champagne, and he took two with a smile.
"I think McWeddingPlanner outdid himself." She could do nothing but smile at the familiar voice behind her. "And the view is absolutely stunning!"
The scent of the cologne he saved for special occasions filled her nostrils as he came to lean against the stair railing alongside her, and she couldn’t help the tingling sensation in her stomach.
"They certainly planned a beautiful wedding," she replied, and took the glass he offered her with a nod of thanks.
"I wasn’t talking about the lake, Ziva."
She grinned. “You look quite…handsome, Tony.” And indeed he did. He’d rid himself of his jacket, and rolled his dress shirt sleeves up to reveal those muscled forearms she found herself daydreaming about quite a lot. And it might have been the alcohol in his system, but he looked…happy.
And when he smiled at her admission, it wasn’t the same, million dollar grin he normally used; it was the most natural, genuine thing she had ever seen. And that only made the tingles grow.
"The most handsome man you’ve ever seen?" he joked, and she rolled her eyes.
"Delilah’s cousin certainly thinks so," she shot back, a hint of bitterness in her tone. "Your clothes are probably drenched in her perfume, by the way she was hanging on you."
"Nah…she’s not really my type," he answered good-naturedly, eyes twinkling.
"She had a pulse and blond hair. You do not get more ‘your type.’”
He took a long gulp of champagne before replying. “I prefer pretty brunettes in green dresses and floppy sun hats, actually.”
She lowered her glass from her lips a tad. “Really?” she smirked.
He stepped closer, that same grin lighting up his face. “Really.”
"Well," it was her turn to take another step, "I will have you know, Anthony DiNozzo, that—"
She was cut off by his lips softly brushing hers, and his free hand coming to rest low on her waist, and when their lips parted after their brief kiss, he whispered “It’s always been you.”
i see my bae again in less than a week i’m so happy
it’s been too long