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Day 4 - Getting stung by a very persistent bee
30 day challenge notes: quantity over quality, limited editing, stand-alone stories unless specifically stated otherwise, not always tiva, chronologically randomly set in whatever pre-s11 season seems to fit
Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of spring
Prompt: Getting stung by a very persistent bee
Word count: 694
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A buzzing right next to her ear, triggered Ziva’s fight or flight response. She had never liked bees, not since one had stung her as a toddler. It was nothing more than a vague memory, really, but after several adults had repeatedly reminded her of it throughout her childhood, the harmless, albeit painful, event had left a mark on her.
Trying to evade the offending bug, she roughly bumped into Tony, his frown going completely unnoticed by her as she tried to get a visual on the bee. With uncharacteristic imprecision, she swatted at a black spot moving erratically to her left.
“Big bad ninja afraid of a little bee?” Tony said, sounding a bit too gleeful.
Ziva ignored him as she moved around in an attempt to get away from the bee.
“Are you allergic?” Tony asked, confused about his partner's panicky behavior.
“No,” Ziva grunted, as she took another swing at the unpredictable bug, and missed.
“Okay, then,” he spotted a rose bush a few feet away, and pointed at it, “calm down, and let’s walk over there, maybe it’ll get distracted by the flowers.”
The bee dutifully followed, unfortunately it did not let up on bugging Ziva. It hovered ever closer to her face, the buzzing getting louder. Another swipe only resulted in her slapping Tony on the arm.
“Stop swatting, you’re making it angry.”
“It is making me angry!”
“Just, stand still,” Tony said firmly, briefly pinning her arms to her side as he tracked the bees movement. When the bee made another attempt to get close to Ziva’s face, he let go of her arms and calmly held a hand between the bee and Ziva. Gently, he guided it towards the rose bush, without ever touching it.
“See, easy does it,” he said confidently.
Logically, she knew this, but when it came to bees, there was a Grand Canyon sized gap between logic and emotions. She clenched her hands into fists, willing them to stay at her side as she kept a close eye on the hovering bug.
Tony took his eyes of the bee to glance at Ziva, who still very much looked like she was about to throw hands with anything that came within a six foot radius. He watched her eyes go wide, the exact moment he felt a faint tickle on his cheek.
“It’s fine,” he said reassuringly as the bee moved closer to his chin, then made a beeline to his nose. Watching Ziva narrow her eyes as she lifted her arm, while the bee took a closer look at his left nostril, made mild panic rise inside of him. Surely a bee sting would be less painful than getting punched in the face by Ziva.
He held out his left arm in an attempt to stop Ziva, and swatted at the bee who was now investigating his upper lip. The burning sensation was more painful than the initial sting, but it definitely paled in comparison to Ziva’s right hook.
Ziva reached out to him with a pained expression, and moved his hand away from his lip, tilting his head towards her with her other hand to get a closer look.
“How bad is it,” he asked, “botched lip injection bad?”
She frowned, then her features relaxed and she patted his cheek with her right hand. “You can barely see it.”
“You should feel it, though,” he said with mock gravity.
Ziva tilted her head and softened her eyes. The corners of her mouth quirked upwards right before she gently, but all too briefly, placed her lips on his.
Tony grinned, the bee sting all but forgotten, and asked, “What was that for?”
“Kiss and make it better, yes?”
He licked his lips, never breaking eye contact. “I don’t think it’s working, try again.”
Ziva raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips.
“I saved you from certain death by bee.”
“I told you, I’m not allergic.”
“You would have died a thousand deaths if not for my brave sacrifice.”
She chuckled, and kissed him again, a little longer this time.” You are going to milk this, aren’t you?”
“Oh yeah,” Tony said smiling widely.
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