The Greatest of these
Is Love
an NCIS fanfic
Prologue
Balmy breezes blew the gauzy webbed fabric into billowy clouds of foamy shapes which echoed the white-tipped waves slapping in endless patterns against the shore. Inside the multi-roomed villa all was dark…all was quiet…save for two figures locked in a sensual battle of heat, need and sweat. The sheets felt soft and silky next to damp skin that was currently being caressed by calloused fingertips and deftly kissed by ardent lips.
The woman arched her back when he clamped his hot, open mouth over one pert breast, letting out a throaty moan that never failed to take him from semi-erect to rock hard in a matter of seconds. Clamping her thighs tightly around his waist and crushing her mouth to his in a fiery kiss that distracted him long enough to shift his weight and roll on top of him. This quick thinking surprised a laugh out of him, but he allowed it, for now…and when she straddled him…and sank onto his burgeoning shaft…eyes open on her bouncing breasts, he watched….and waited.
Deep in hiding, in a small cottage by the sea, another couple celebrated that evening. After tucking in their baby girl, they sat outside on their deck to watch a distant thunderstorm come in off the ocean, part of a tropical storm that had downgraded…and humiliated itself…by becoming no danger to humanity. She snuggled into her husband, loving how he bent his big body protectively about hers. Lifting her chin, she silently asked for a kiss, and as always, he was there to give it to her. One led to another…longer, sweeter…and then more…until kissing and cuddling were just not enough anymore.
Upstairs, hands drifted, teased, caressed, all while removing clothing and driving up blood pressures. Lips hovered here, nibbled there, nipped…loved…suckled…kissed and adored with passionate ardor.
The final dance was sweet and sexy, loving and fulfilling and when names were called out in fulfillment, the two lay wrapped in one another's arms, sated, happy, and deliriously in love.
Two minutes later….the cottage exploded….
No one survived.
Back in the Villa, the woman was moaning now...touching herself, tweaking her breasts with one hand and burying her other in the coffee colored curls that sat so enticingly upon his hips. He watched her with hooded eyes, enjoying the view of her becoming flushed and mindless with need. She was begging him to fuck her, to drive into her with all that he had, but still he waited...and let her do all the moving.
The phone rang. "It's done." was all that the person said, then the dial tone.
A coarse, cruel smile spread like cancer across his face. She looked down nervously and he sensed her fear. Pulling her down for a loving kiss, he pushed himself deep within her, so deep...she cried out his name in ecstasy. It didn't take long before they both climaxed...she from her intense love for him...he from his intense reaction to the news of his successful revenge.
Tony and Ziva
A small grunt came through the small baby monitor next to the bed. Ziva tensed for a moment…when no other sound accompanied it, she relaxed once again back into Tony's warm embrace. He pulled her backside flush with his front and, her eyes shot wide open when his warm erection nestled itself between her cheeks. Sighing with pleasure, and completely forgetting that is precisely how they got those bundles of stress…er…joy to begin with, she wanted him again. She turned to face him, winding around him sinuously, purring like an exotic cat.
She placed light, teasing kisses onto his face, drifting lazily down his throat to his well muscled chest. Running her kittenish tongue around a red tipped nipple, she pulled back and watched it pebble…smiling as he moaned and shifted in his sleep. Answering him with her own soft groan of approval she traced his abdominal muscles with an adoring fingertip before burying it in the nest of coarse brown hair that hid the base of the object of her wandering gaze. A soft feline smile graced her features as she watched it twitch in response to her questing touch, her adoring caress. Twitch, plump and swell until she was panting softly with heat pooling between her thighs with the thought that soon…dear god, soon…she would have all of that solid length buried deep inside of her.
He moved restlessly, his big body responding to her even in sleep. Rolling over to his back he sprawled wide, giving her the ultimate playground. With a wide, wide grin…she jumped right in.
Tony was dreaming. He was on a gorgeous tropical island, sitting in a poolside bar sipping a mai tai. Soft breezes blew in off the ocean, Calypso Jazz played in the background. A beautiful mermaid was swimming in the pool and he watched…mesmerized as she moved sinuously through the water, sleek and swift. A wondrous creature pale and elegant, with rosy tipped breasts and an iridescent turquoise tail that defied explanation for it was shaped neither as a fishes' nor sharks. It was, in a word, unique…as unique as the living thing to which it belonged. He sat, stunned as she floated, as carefree as a lark…singing an enchanting tune…and then…
Their eyes met, and hunger sparked between them. Hunger…and acute sexual awareness. He felt as though he knew her, if he could just see beyond the surface… She narrowed her eyes in a predatory gaze, and before he knew it, had swum until she came up with her head right between his thighs. He blinked. In the time it took to do that…his clothes were gone.
"Wha-…" he began and then threw back his head with a moan when he felt the warmth of her soft mouth closed firmly about his length. Using teeth and tongue to best advantage, she teased and tormented until his eyes fell shut, and with a muffled curse, fisted long platelets of mahogany hair with an iron grip, and with a thrust of his hips felt the sweet, siren call of release seducing him to just… let… go.
He woke with a start to find his drop-dead sexy Israeli goddess, her sassy, gorgeous mouth working over time…showing him paradise.
With a shout of ecstasy, he acquiesced to temptation and exploded into her talented, and loving, mouth.
The Team
Commander Ronald White placed the last box onto the desk in his new office. With a sigh, he sat in the big chair that was previously occupied by Director Leon Vance. The director who had been dirty…from his head all the way down his impeccably tailored suit to his designer loafers, he'd coerced his way with threats of exposure, death, or the quiet disclosure of whereabouts to very nasty folks. Ron was sick to his stomach at the thought of trying to convince the agents under his command to trust him after that…it seemed a hopeless task.
The telephone rang, startling him out of his morbid thoughts, and he hurried to answer. "White here." His tone was bold and to the point.
That changed in a heart beat when he heard the news.
"Oh my god…Gibbs and Abby…dead…"
I thank you all for your wonderful reviews of No Greater Love! While this is a sequel, I am going to try to make it stand alone if I can. I appreciate all reviews and all who favorite my stories! Gooey choco-chunk brownies to all of you! If you do favorite...do me a favor and either leave a review, or PM me and let me know what you liked and what you feel could be changed to make it better. Thank you so much. I will do my best to update asap, however my health is deteriorating and I am currently traveling back and forth to the Cleveland Clinic for testing. Thank you in advance for your patience, I will let you know if the story is on hiatus due to Hospital stays, treatment, testing...etc.
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