Hello everyone! Now that I am back from my long hiatus, I shall resume my writing quite merrily. I've missed this. So, this story just kind of came out of nowhere. I have an idea on how to turn this into a muti-chapter, or, if I don't get a lot of positive feedback, this could simply be a one shot. Either way, I don't have a Beta. Now, to the actual story. I see this as an AU to Housekeeping. A friendly what if. Also, this is very short, because it's, in a sense, an epilogue. Expect chapters to be around 4,000 words, at the very very least.
I don't own it. Just saying. :)
-Alivia
Her heart is a heavy bass at the pliable skin of her throat, as well as in her ears. She wets her dry lips, and throws a trembling hand through her rich curls. Pulling her light pea coat tighter against her chest, she can't fathom when it got this chilly outside.
Ziva David feels sick. Cold, and oh so hot. Distant, and never closer. She feels like she has been on a violent rollercoaster, and all she wants is to exit the ride. Yet another part of her craves the sensation of falling, this impulse, and recklessness.
All of this was so reckless.
It didn't take her long to enter the establishment once she arrived at the doorstep. He buzzed her in almost immediately. The fluorescent lighting made her eyes sting, and she wanted to rub them.
But that would ruin her make up, so she doesn't do that either.
Every step she trudges up the stairs makes her legs feel heavier, and her mouth becomes a desert again.
She cannot stop it.
No. They. They cannot stop.
His smile is warm, greetings are exchanged. A chaste kiss is delivered to her mouth.
She shivers, and he doesn't understand that it's not exactly in pleasure. He doesn't understand that she does not want the ring anymore. She does not want the proposal.
Or maybe she does. Maybe her mind is hazy, and maybe his lips are sweet and kind.
Ray is such a kind man.
His fingers peel away her clothes. Soft.
His fingers are long and leave burns across the planes of her stomach that can be felt but not seen. His lips at her ear, tongue and teeth gReckless.
"Ziva, I've missed you."
"I want you."
Maybe it is not that they cannot stop; maybe it is that she refuses to quit and he refuses to care.
His hazel eyes tell her truth, while his words lie. His words have never mattered before.
She is drunk off this feeling; she is writhing in Ray's embrace, and basking in the darkness.
She is high from the betrayal. This high has been craved. It is not foreign.
It is the day that Ziva sleeps with Tony DiNozzo for the first time that a part of her soul finally chips away. In the past, it was marred, scratched at, toyed with.
Michael. Aba. Ari. Hadar. Jenny. Michelle. Tali. Her mother.
In the back of her mind, she vaguely wonders if Ray can smell the remnants of what happened earlier.
Logic is losing a battle already won. Every sense is so far gone.
She cannot breathe, she cannot think, she cannot change.
"Do you really consider me to be in your life, Agent David?"