With a groan he falls face first onto their bed, feet dangling over the edge as he haphazardly toes off his shoes.
"I think I’m dying, Ziva."
Her laughter echoes in from the hallway as she follows her husband into the room, leaning gently against the door frame to slip off her heels. He lets out another small moan as he rolls his head from side to side against the comforter, and she shakes her head at his antics, an easy smile on her lips. Tony always did have a flair for the dramatic.
Twisting her hair into a bun, she crosses the room to Присоединиться him; a sigh of relief slipping from her lips...
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