Ziva isn't even glancing at the anonymous option, "Why does it have to start out rough and shoving you around? Why can't it start out with jokes and teasing that brings two people closer together till they are only just realizing that they're very close? Climbing into your lap and just letting it escalate from there with more of those shitty jokes whispered into your ear? You're trying to make me stop giggling by kissing me, but that only makes it worse."
She tilted her head back to look at him, one curl around her finger, "I probably bite you to stop myself from getting too loud."
There it is -- the faintest hint of a smile on the king's face. So what if what he really wants -- at least sometimes -- is a little bit of tenderness, with a touch of playfulness sprinkled in? He's very old, and he's been shoved around a lot, both in the bedroom and out. Sometimes his old bones could use affection of the lighter sort.
"...and what if I don't want you to quiet down?"
