The Past and The Present
Sorry very spur of the moment. Dedicated to mr palmer. Palmer, i wrote this for you, naked.
DISCLAIMER: None of these people belong to me, trust me if they did, this would have happened a long time a ago.
The man's hand reached to separate Ziva's legs, his fingers running up and down the inside of her thigh. His thumb massaged her clit slowly and soon replaced it with his tounge, two of his fingers sliding into her so deeply that Ziva thought she was going to collapse with pleasure.
'Ah, Tony,' she whimpered. The man groaned at the sound of his name and his movements sped up, his fingers and tounge pressing harder and going further.
He felt she was just about to come, so he stopped and kissed his way up to her nipples, playing with them between his fingers and with his tounge. His fingers kept going, as fast as he could make them go.
'Tony, don't stop,' Ziva moaned again.
The man didn't need more encouragement, his tounge resuming its place at her clit where it moved up and down, and pressed down hard right where it was the most sensitive.
'Ah! Oh Tony,' she gasped, her fingers becoming intertwined in his hair.
McGee looked across at Tony who was sitting at his desk, his chair fully reclined and a magazine draped across his face to block out the light so he could sleep peacefully.
'Ah Tony? Did you hear that?' McGee whispered. Tony kept sleeping, so McGee found no alternative but to throw something at his head. He lobbed a ball of paper over which hit the magazine, making it fall of and waking Tony.
'Probie!? What is wrong with you, can't you see I'm trying to get some sleep here?' he said standing up and walking to McGee's desk, hitting him hard on the back of the head.
'Trust me, you want to be woken up,' McGee said rubbing the back of his head. 'Come with me,' he said and went to stand infront of Ziva's desk.
'I don't see what is so special, Ziva is asleep. Can't you leave her rest?' he said walking away.
'No no Tony, just wait, she'll do it again,' McGee said grabbing Tony's sleeve and pulling him back.
'You like that Zee-vah?' the man said slowing his fingers.
'Ah, yess Tony! Don't stop!'
'Did you just hear that?' Tony said looking over at McGee.
'Told you,' he said sitting back at his chair.
'Yes but did you hear that in your weird little mind! She is having a sex dream, about me, Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo!' he said smugly walking behind Ziva's desk.
She fidgeted in her sleep, toying with her knife that was lying on the desk. Best not get too close then Tony thought as he crept around to take a peak over her shoulder.
Ziva moaned and groaned as she came, the man encoraging her to make noise, more noise.
'I want to hear you Ziva, make noise for me baby, tell me you like it,' came the man's voice from between her legs. 'I want to hear you come.'
Ziva became so over stimulated she almost burst, and she came, shattering in the man's bed and rocking violently as she settled down.
'Let me show you now, how you made me feel,' Ziva said, flipping them over so she was on top, where she belonged.
She slid down his toned and muscle ridden body, and reached his boxers. She pulled them off so fast it looked like she had ripped them.
'Eager are we?' the man asked as she took him into her hand.
'Why do you want me to stop?' Ziva said, running the length of her tounge up the man's rock hard shaft.
'Ah, no, don't stop Zi, tighter,' he hissed as she started to pump him slowly and loosely.
'Is she still doing it?' McGee asked warily from behind his desk.
'Yes but you probably shouldn't come over McVirgin, the types of things coming from her mouth might burn your ears off,' Tony said.
He heard Ziva moan, a deep throated sound that went straight to his pants. He hardened even more, suspecting that in the dream, she had just come.
'Let me show you now, how you made me feel,' she murmured, her words making Tony even harder.
'Do you think we should wake her up?' McGee said walking to stand next to Tony who was making an attempt not look as hard as he was.
'Have you not noticed she is playing with a knife, McGee? Or are you just that stupid?' Tony whispered, not wanting to wake Ziva up.
'I think we should wake her up, imagine if Gibbs came in and heard her, what would happen then?'
'Hear what McGee?' Gibbs said, rounding the corner of the bullpen with a cup of ever present coffee.
'Ah, boss? Ziva is having a good dream,' McGee said.
'Well, wake her up then. This paperwork won't write itself. I'm going for coffee,' Gibbs said throwing his cup in the bin. 'And when I get back, David better be awake and doing her share or everyone is in trouble, got it?' Gibbs yelled from the elevator.
'And I volunteer you to wake her up,' Tony smiled, wondering what was going to happen to McGee when Ziva woke up and McGee ruined her dream. Hehe sucker, he thought.
'No I have to go and see Abby, yes thats what I need to do, go and see Abby, for ah, lab results! Yes I need lab results for something or other for my report on the Richard case, with the bodies and I have to leave, have fun!' McGee ran to the elevator and didn't look back.
'Damn whimpy probie,' Tony said. Well, she hasn't said anything for a while, maybe I'm safe to go in, he thought.
'Ah Ziva? Ziva?' he called gently. She wasn't responding. 'I'm going to loose my hands for this,' Tony said to no one in particular. He reached out to touch Ziva's shoulder, wincing, and waiting for the attack and possible stabbing. But as he rested his hand onto her bare shoulder, Ziva sighed and rolled her arms back, subconsciously encouraging him to Move his hand further, further in a downwards direction.
'More Tony, more,' she moaned deeply again, which seemed to make Tony's pants tighter.
'Zee-vah!' he whispered in her ear, her hair tickling his face. He started to massage her shoulders, trying to wake her up in the nicest way possible.
Suddenly, the floor came out from underneath him and he found himself in a very close proximination to the desk. Ziva's knife threatening to slice him open at the neck, and Ziva lying of his back, her mouth at his ear.
'Yes Tony?' she almost growled.
'Boss wanted me to wake you up,' he gasped against the desk.
'I was having a good dream, didn't you realize?' she hissed in his ear.
'I think we all knew,' he said quietly.
'What?'
'Nothing, I was just trying to be a good partner and wake you up nicely, sorry,' he said, standing back up and brushing her knife from his neck.
'Where is everyone else?' Ziva asked sitting at her desk, squirming, feeling a wetness in her panties that wouldn't go away.
'McGee is down in Abby's lab and the boss man has gone out for lunch, or coffee, or something,' Tony sat down at his desk. 'And we have to do paperwork.'
'You look at little, tense, Tony,' Ziva said looking up from her work after a while of comfortable silence.
'Yeah, your dream really got to me,' he whispered under his breath.
'What was that?' she asked.
'Nothing sweetcheeks,' Tony said.
Ziva, looking skeptical, rounded Tony's desk and placed her hands on his shoulders.
'What are you doing Zi?'
'This,' she said, and began to massage him.
Tony bit back a groan as her hands worked on his back. 'You're quite the little masseuse there aren't you now?' he said rolling his neck.
'Well I had a lot of practice,' she replied, concentrating hard on the tension and knots in his back.
'Did you know? How and why?' he questioned, finding it hard to work anymore.
'Well, I went to an all girls school, and most of my friends were dancers, ballerinas and gymnasts. They often were very sore, so I would massage them, anywhere they ached I would. They were very grateful,' she said in a husky low voice.
'Ah,' he gasped. 'I see,' he said becoming very hard again, having to cover his lap with a magazine.
SORRY PART 1 I AM STILL WORKING ON IT, BUT IF YOU WANT MORE, YOU REVIEW MORE...*AHEM* HINT!