Chapter 186: The Yichud
Tradition holds that the bride and groom have a few minutes alone after the ceremony, so as the guests milled about and the photographer got shots of everyone, Tony and Ziva got to actually see each other, alone, for the first time today.
Tony actually feels a little silly. There's this huge grin on his face that won't go away, and he almost wants to babble at her, she's so beautiful and he's feeling so… so something, so much of whatever it is he can't dig individual feelings out of it.
She's smiling at him, brilliant joy on her face.
He stands in front of her, hands on her waist, and for a long second just looks, his eyes trailing from her hair to lashes, lips to throat.
Finally he got it together enough to say, "Hi."
She started to giggle at that, peals of laughter, gasping breath, tears streaming down her face and pulled him close, holding him flush against her, her face pressed into his chest, arms tight on his waist. That set off his laughter, he felt it bubbling out of him.
Eventually they calmed down, and she looked up at him, warm, bright smile on her face.
He kissed her, lips soft and gentle on hers, eyes sparkling with joy. "Hello, Mrs. DiNozzo."
She brushed her fingers through his hair, and then over his lips. "Mrs. DiNozzo. It's hard to believe it is real."
His fingers found hers, stroked over her wedding band. He took her hand in his and kissed it. "It's real." One more kiss, to her lips again. "I love you, Ziva."
"I love you," she murmured against his lips.
For a long moment they stood there, holding each other, enjoying the closeness and intimacy the outside world rarely gets to see. They could hear the buzz of conversation outside of the tent, but for a little while longer it would just be them, together, in love, and now, married.