"This is disgusting."
Tony grabs a handful of the pumpkin’s innards and flicks his wrist toward Ziva, pretending to toss them at her. With a yelp, she ducks. He laughs and drops the goop onto the newspaper protecting his phòng bếp, nhà bếp table. “Come on. bạn have to make a jack-o’-lantern on Halloween. It’s a tradition.”
"There are many Western traditions that I love," she says, wincing as she reluctantly sticks her hand back into the pumpkin. "But this does not make the list."
"Is this the first time you’ve done it?"
"Yes."
"Then bạn just need to get used to it. tiếp theo year, you’ll be totally into this."
Ziva snorts, but doesn’t deny his hypothesis, and Tony grins.
Hopefully, after tonight, she will associate jack-o’-lanterns with good memories.
They spend the tiếp theo few phút working in tandem to empty the pumpkin. The insides are mostly smooth and devoid of seeds when she steps back and declares, “I am finished. We can put a candle in there now, yes?”
He appraises their work. “Yeah. Looks good.”
"Good." She walks around to his side of the bàn and, careful not to touch him with her messy hands, leans up and gives him a peck on the lips. "I need a shower. Otherwise my skin will be stained trái cam, màu da cam and I will smell for days."
“‘Kay. I’ll be here.” Tony steals another Kiss from her before she smiles and saunters off. He moves to the sink to wash his hands, then leans against the counter, waiting for the water in the bathroom to turn on.
As soon as it does, he grabs a dao, con dao and rushes back to the table. He holds the quả bí ngô, bí ngô steady with his left hand; with his right, he carves into it. He lacks the precision Ziva has when using knives, and he does deem it necessary to mutter a couple swear words along the way, but the end product doesn’t look bad.
The candle fits perfectly in the bottom. He lights the wick and replaces the stem on hàng đầu, đầu trang of the pumpkin. Flicking off the lights, he assesses his handiwork.
Nope. Not bad at all.
Down the hall, the water turns off. Tony positions the quả bí ngô, bí ngô so that his carving is facing the phòng bếp, nhà bếp doorway. He goes to stand just inside the door, tim, trái tim in his throat, with nothing to do but wait.
She comes padding down the hall a couple phút later. “Tony?” she calls, sounding bemused. “Why is it so dark?”
He doesn’t answer. As she approaches, he can make out her wet curls and the little beads of water lingering on her cheeks and the áo len thun, áo len, sweatshirt she is wearing- his sweatshirt- and he cannot resist reaching a hand out to her.
Ziva takes it as soon as she is close enough, but her eyebrows remain furrowed. “Tony, what is-“
Her words trail off into a gasp when she sees the quả bí ngô, bí ngô and its glowing letters.
Marry me?
"Tony," she says again, but now she is breathless. He uses his free hand to turn her face toward him.
Her gaze is smoldering and, he thinks, a little bit watery. With his thumb, he traces her cheekbone. Their foreheads fall together. Ziva snakes her arm around his waist, which he takes as a good sign.
But she still hasn’t answered his question.
"Ziva," he murmurs, speaking right against her mouth, "please say yes."
She exhales heavily. The pause that follows is much too long for his comfort.
"Yes," she says finally.
Yes.
She đã đưa ý kiến yes.
It is the most beautiful syllable he’s ever heard in his life, but he barely has time to process what has happened before she is kissing him deeply, pulling him closer, absolutely devouring him. When they need an oxygen break, Tony pulls the ring out of his pocket and holds it up.
"This is for you," he says breathlessly.
Ziva lets out an uncharacteristic giggle as she extends her hand. He slides the ring onto her ring finger.
"Perfect fit," she murmurs.
With a grin, he draws her close again and plants kisses all over her face, then her neck. Ziva places her mouth tiếp theo to his ear. “I tình yêu you.”
He returns his lips to hers. “You, too,” he whispers. Another round of kissing commences, and everything in the world melts away- everything besides Ziva and the glow of their jack-o’-lantern.
Tony grabs a handful of the pumpkin’s innards and flicks his wrist toward Ziva, pretending to toss them at her. With a yelp, she ducks. He laughs and drops the goop onto the newspaper protecting his phòng bếp, nhà bếp table. “Come on. bạn have to make a jack-o’-lantern on Halloween. It’s a tradition.”
"There are many Western traditions that I love," she says, wincing as she reluctantly sticks her hand back into the pumpkin. "But this does not make the list."
"Is this the first time you’ve done it?"
"Yes."
"Then bạn just need to get used to it. tiếp theo year, you’ll be totally into this."
Ziva snorts, but doesn’t deny his hypothesis, and Tony grins.
Hopefully, after tonight, she will associate jack-o’-lanterns with good memories.
They spend the tiếp theo few phút working in tandem to empty the pumpkin. The insides are mostly smooth and devoid of seeds when she steps back and declares, “I am finished. We can put a candle in there now, yes?”
He appraises their work. “Yeah. Looks good.”
"Good." She walks around to his side of the bàn and, careful not to touch him with her messy hands, leans up and gives him a peck on the lips. "I need a shower. Otherwise my skin will be stained trái cam, màu da cam and I will smell for days."
“‘Kay. I’ll be here.” Tony steals another Kiss from her before she smiles and saunters off. He moves to the sink to wash his hands, then leans against the counter, waiting for the water in the bathroom to turn on.
As soon as it does, he grabs a dao, con dao and rushes back to the table. He holds the quả bí ngô, bí ngô steady with his left hand; with his right, he carves into it. He lacks the precision Ziva has when using knives, and he does deem it necessary to mutter a couple swear words along the way, but the end product doesn’t look bad.
The candle fits perfectly in the bottom. He lights the wick and replaces the stem on hàng đầu, đầu trang of the pumpkin. Flicking off the lights, he assesses his handiwork.
Nope. Not bad at all.
Down the hall, the water turns off. Tony positions the quả bí ngô, bí ngô so that his carving is facing the phòng bếp, nhà bếp doorway. He goes to stand just inside the door, tim, trái tim in his throat, with nothing to do but wait.
She comes padding down the hall a couple phút later. “Tony?” she calls, sounding bemused. “Why is it so dark?”
He doesn’t answer. As she approaches, he can make out her wet curls and the little beads of water lingering on her cheeks and the áo len thun, áo len, sweatshirt she is wearing- his sweatshirt- and he cannot resist reaching a hand out to her.
Ziva takes it as soon as she is close enough, but her eyebrows remain furrowed. “Tony, what is-“
Her words trail off into a gasp when she sees the quả bí ngô, bí ngô and its glowing letters.
Marry me?
"Tony," she says again, but now she is breathless. He uses his free hand to turn her face toward him.
Her gaze is smoldering and, he thinks, a little bit watery. With his thumb, he traces her cheekbone. Their foreheads fall together. Ziva snakes her arm around his waist, which he takes as a good sign.
But she still hasn’t answered his question.
"Ziva," he murmurs, speaking right against her mouth, "please say yes."
She exhales heavily. The pause that follows is much too long for his comfort.
"Yes," she says finally.
Yes.
She đã đưa ý kiến yes.
It is the most beautiful syllable he’s ever heard in his life, but he barely has time to process what has happened before she is kissing him deeply, pulling him closer, absolutely devouring him. When they need an oxygen break, Tony pulls the ring out of his pocket and holds it up.
"This is for you," he says breathlessly.
Ziva lets out an uncharacteristic giggle as she extends her hand. He slides the ring onto her ring finger.
"Perfect fit," she murmurs.
With a grin, he draws her close again and plants kisses all over her face, then her neck. Ziva places her mouth tiếp theo to his ear. “I tình yêu you.”
He returns his lips to hers. “You, too,” he whispers. Another round of kissing commences, and everything in the world melts away- everything besides Ziva and the glow of their jack-o’-lantern.