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Short Abby/Ziva. Oneshot.
As usual, thank/throw fruit at Thought for turning me to the darkside that is NCIS fanfiction. And, more specifically, Abby/Ziva. Rating for hints at sex and semi-depressing mood.
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Ziva is stale sunlight.
I craved for her. And once I had her, I loved her. Just once, that's all it took. That first night at dinner when the candlelight danced across her skin. I knew. I knew right then that I had to have her.
And I did.
It felt like I was touching the sun.
Getting burned.
But in the most glorious way.
How soft our skin felt on her sheets. How her fingers grazed my body. Her teeth demanding and teasing at the same time. Her voice guiding me on. Lying trembling with my body entwined with hers.
And when morning came, the sun rose, she faded into the day.
All through work I waited. And waited. And waited.
Just to here her voice entering my lab. To feel her body close to mine. To grab a piece of her soul and try to hold it in my grasp and never let her drift away.
Ziva is stale sunlight.
She's the type of girl I spent my whole life secretly fantasizing for. Liquid beauty moves within her veins. She can be gentle with me, and demanding in such a sexually intense way. All at once. Invading all of my senses. Her eyes baring the deepest, ugliest, parts inside of me.
But I never really have her.
And she knows it, too.
Ziva is stale sunlight.
So lovely it burns my very being.
So lovely, but in the most depressing way.
The kind of way that makes me forget every bit of who I really am. It makes me only be alive around her. It makes every drop of air inside of my lungs long for her. But even then, it's not me. It's this person that wants to make her stay forever.
But I know that she never will.
Ziva is my stale sunlight.
I crave her.
But, does she crave me?