Title: American Honey
Characters: Ziva David / Malachi Ben-Gidon
Word Count: 559
Spoilers: None really - takes place after the events of Kill Ari Part II – but before Silver War
Disclaimer: Still not mine – darn it!
Dedicated to: proseac1 – she knows why
Summary: Ziva gets a taste of American culture
Author’s Notes: Not exactly what I had planned for this story - I blame it on that picture – yeah, you know the one.
Ziva placed the last stack of clothing into her trunk and looked around her bedroom for anything she might have missed. After a quick double check of her closet, she decided she had everything she needed. If not, she could always acquire it once she settled into her new apartment in DC.
She glanced at the clock and decided that she would have to settle for something quick and easy for dinner instead of the elaborate meal that she planned for her last night in Tel Aviv. She smiled as she heard the keys turn in the lock just as she was taking the pan out of the oven. He was always punctual, to be otherwise in Mossad could have devastating consequences.
Malachi entered the kitchen carrying two brown bags and set them on the table before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a kiss. She enjoyed the kiss for a few minutes before she gently pushed him away and said “the fish will not be good served cold, go and take a quick shower and then we will eat”.
He grinned playfully and turned to pull two bottles of white wine and a small brown package from the bags.
He opened one of the bottles and poured two glasses. He handed one of the glasses to her and picked up the second glass and the brown package, and kissed her gently. He murmured with his lips still pressed to hers “ten minutes”.
After they had finished clearing the dinner dishes, they opened the second bottle of wine and reclined on the courtyard couch with Ziva sitting between Malachi’s legs and leaning back against his chest. He had his arms wrapped around her waist and every now and then he would nuzzle her ear or kiss her neck as they talked about everything except her upcoming assignment. Of course Malachi knew the details, but it was an unspoken rule between them – no shop talk at home.
The night was warm and they had a clear view of the skyline with the setting sun. Ziva sighed. She would miss Israel. She would miss this. This was their evening routine whenever both of them were in town. Ziva very much enjoyed their friends with benefits relationship and she knew Malachi did as well.
While she was lost in her thoughts, Malachi reached under the couch and pulled out the small brown package and handed it to Ziva.
“A going away present?” she laughed – she didn’t expect Malachi to make a big production of her leaving; after all, one of them was always leaving and they didn’t have that kind of relationship.
He didn’t answer, so she proceeded to open the box. Inside she found an ornate clay pot labeled as American Honey.
“Is this..?” Ziva looked at Malachi with a smirk
“It is. I thought I would help you to assimilate to American culture”
“And how is this different from regular honey dust?”
“Well for starters, it comes with this” answered Malachi pulling out a red, white and blue feather duster.
Ziva took the feather from him and lightly brushed it across his lips and said “I think I will like the way they do things in America”
Malachi grinned and started to unbutton her shirt and said in a husky voice “I thought you might”