Ashleigh Anpilova


Ziva realizes what happiness is.

An established relationship story.

Written: May 2011. Word count: 500.




Normally, for quickness and convenience, Ziva prefers to shower rather than bathe. However, there are times when the day has been particularly long, or she is feeling especially stressed, or her job has led to bruises, cuts, aches and pains, and then nothing but a bath will do.


She will fill it almost to the top, leaving just enough room for her to get in and sink beneath the water. She will add bath-oils or bubbles, maybe she will light a scented candle and she will take a glass of cold white wine and a book with her and indulge herself for a long, long time.


Once in the bath, she will settle back and close her eyes, letting the warmth of the water wash away her pain or her stress or her tiredness. Once the water has started to work its magic, she will open her eyes and pick up her book. She will stay in the bath until it begins to cool.


Today has been the kind of day when she could hardly wait to get home, so she could fill the bath, climb into the scented, hot water and let it work on her aching body. She turns on the taps, pours in some lavender scented bubble-bath and leaves the bath to fill while she fetches herself a glass of iced water.


She clips her hair up and undresses, testing the water from time to time to make sure it is just the right temperature. Finally, when the bath is full and just a little too hot, she carefully steps over the side and lowers herself down, wincing slightly as her cool body makes contact with the hot water. She leans back and closes her eyes, letting a smile, the first of the day, touch her lips.


Warm lips touch hers, the kiss is brief, but loving. She opens her eyes and gazes up, her smile widening. "Hello," she murmurs, letting her gaze, despite her tiredness, travel up and down her husband's naked body.


"Hey, I thought you were going to wait for me," Tony says, putting his bottle of beer down next to her glass.


"I did not know how long you would be, so I decided not to wait."


"Hmph." She knows he is trying to sound somewhat put out, but his eyes betray him as he gazes down at her.


"Well, what are you waiting for?"


"For you to sit forward."


She sighs softly, but obligingly sits forward so he can slide in behind her. He puts his legs either side of her body and gently pulls her back to rest against his chest. As her head settles onto his shoulder, she realizes something. "You were correct," she murmurs.


"I usually am."


She ignores the comment. "Happiness is a bath big enough for two."


"Or," he murmurs, his mouth on her ear, his tongue gently teasing her lobe, sliding his hands, as he does at every opportunity, onto her barely perceptible bump, "even three."



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