Abby felt her bike pull her forward as the night air swept past her face. Her rifle was on her back, lifting her foot her bike clicked into place and the wind flying past her went by faster. The bike pulled left, right, left , right, car horns honking as she went by. The brown eyes floated before her vision unbidden, the haunting that existed in them and Abby groaned to herself. She continued on her mission until she pulled up outside the warehouse, the night air growing still as the growl of her motorcycle engine cut off. She had moved out her a year ago, left her normal apartment just needing space. She pulled off her motorcycle helmet letting her black pigtails fall out, Her black leather pants hugged her legs and butt, accentuated by the black tshirt and the tall knee highs hugging her body closely. Sighing she clicked a button and the door closed blanketing her in darkness, then the lights flicked on as soon as the outside door was sealed off. She sighed and walked into her home. Heading to her study she pushed the panel and the door slid aside revealing her lair. Her gun swung off her back at her hands bidding and she slid it into its clip the automatic panel closing and athe lock clicking into place as it closed. Sighing as unbidden memories came to mind Abby growled softly to herself. She stripped off her wet clothes hissing as the scar on her body pulled. Panting she pulled her shirt off, it was a constant reminder, a constant reminder of the day she hadn't been enough for Ziva David. Black soft cotton pulled over her skin as her black yoga pants replaced the tight leather ones and a wife beater replaced her tshirt. The sound of tape coming off a roll was heard as she aped up her hands and headed over to her punching bag.
Pow, Pow, Pop, Slap
Abby's hands and feet pounded against the bag as the images of Ziva's capture and beating filled her mind. Anger surged as she saw every bruise on Ziva's body and she fought,
Punch, punch, knee, kick, Pow, pow, pop slap.
Sweat began to drip into her eyes as the images flashed before her eyes, anger adrenaline and fury surged through her body. The sounds echoed in the small room in faster succession. The song pounded in her ears as Abby ended her workout with a round house kick, the bag now swaying dangerously. Touching the smooth skin of her face she sighed at the tears that seemed to be ever present. They became less and less the more she worked her body on the bag and she found solace in that. Sighing she untaped her hands and walked to her bedroom for a shower.
The shower door opened and Abby turned surprised at the sound. Skin made contact with hers, so soft, so beautiful, so tan as Ziva's body collided with hers and pushed the goth back into the cooler shower wall. Her lips claimed, her tongue dominated and her hands took what was hers. Ziva broke for air and her eyes met Abby's.
"So long Abby, So long I've wanted to touch you, love you, be the person who gets to see you sigh and close your eyes in pleasure."
"How did you?"
Ziva chuckled.
"I just do. I know what you're going to say always. I know that when you bite your lip you're concentrating, when your eyebrows crinkle in the right spot in the middle of your forehead you're hurting and upset. I know what its like to have and hold and still feel cold. I want to be the one that melts you and loves you. Please Abby."
The brown eyes that had once held a haunting were now filled with tears and a quiet begging, a begging. Abby nodded her head and Ziva cocked her head and captured Abby's lips in a simple, gentle, but heated kiss. Her tongue begged entrance as her hands smoothed down Abby's body and captured her perfect breasts, she squeezed gently, then ran her thumbs over Abby's nipples causing them to go rock hard. Abby broke their kiss with a moan her head hitting the cold tiles. Ziva smiled gently against her skin and sucked at Abby's pulse point causing a new flood of wetness to reach Abby's core. Ziva's lips trailed down her neck, and to her breasts, taking a nipple in her mouth and sucking using her tongue to run over it as her other hand caressed the neglected breast. Abby;s mind honed in on the actions that Ziva was taking as her mouth enclosed the opposite breast and her hand squeezing, claiming gently. Ziva's lips moved down and kissed abby's ribcage down her toned tummy and stopped a moment at the juncture point of her hips and legs. Ziva bucked her hips forward into Ziva as Ziva's tongue darted out and licked that specific juncture, to be followed by her lips attaching on and sucking, a moan ripping from Abby's throat. Ziva smiled her lips drawing lines on Abby's skin as she smelled Abby's heady arousal. She paused a moment and enjoyed the smell gently nuzzling Abby's thigh. Her tongue met Abby's moist clit and Abby bucked forward as Ziva's tongue pleasured her. Several moments passed as Abby's brain became fuzzy.
"Ziva please."
Abby felt Ziva's body brush up hers as Ziva stood and captured her lips in a kiss as her fingers simultaneously entered Abby's core.
Abby's moan filled the steamy shower as with a few more deft moments her fantasy brought her over the edge, her own fingers buried deep in her soaking wet core. Her breath came out in short pants as she allowed herself to go over the edge. Her body complained with a sense of emptiness and cold as her fingers withdrew and then Abby stepped back into the warm spray. Soap covered her body as she finished her shower and her voice began to fill the room, her eyebrows closing as the truth of the words hit her full in the chest.
How do you always know what I will say? But with the timing right I was just fine, yes I was fine I thought And in my fantasy So stay away from me
You seem to know me in the clearest way
I want to run and hide, keep you from finding me
You shouldn't see, what is my mystery
It could be paradise
To do this now
Would not be right
I didn't think that I would get so lost
To have and not to hold and to pretend I'm cold
It is a lie 'cause I melt every time
You're right there next to me
But to do this now
Would not be right
You're better off to stay as far from loving me
Just stay a fantasy
In the dark, in the night and in my dreams
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