Author's Note: This is rated M for a reason. Tony and Abby are about to have a little fun with Ziva, and that doesn't mean dancing. It means smut. Written for my friend, hope they like it. I hope you like it. Also, be sure to check out my other fic, it comes before this one in the Tiva timeline.
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The night air was cool and brushed against Abby's face lightly as she walked up the steps to Ziva's apartment. Abby clutched the bag of clothes and knocked on Ziva's door. Ziva had stayed at her place the other day and left some clothes so she had to bring it back.
When she knocked on the door, it swayed open slightly, as if somebody had forgotten to lock the door. Abby was somewhat confused. Unlike her boss, Ziva's door was always shut tightly and locked. Abby heard a grunt and what sounded like somebody falling to the floor, and then a gasp. Abby, like usualy, made an impulsive move and burst through the door yelling. She ran to see if Ziva was okay, and what she saw shocked her.
Ziva, with only a shirt and underwear on, was engaged in passionately kissing a shirtless Tony. One of her hands pinned down one of his arms and the other hand was busy undoing his belt buckle. Tony's free arm was slipped in Ziva's underwear, elicting moans from the woman.
"Ziva!" Abby yelled before realizing what she had walked in on. Abby immediately cupped her hand around her mouth. Ziva turned to see a shocked Abby standing there with her hand over her mouth staring at the intimate scene. Ziva's eyes, formally glazed with lust, were now alert, sharp, and clear.
"Abby." Ziva hissed.
"God, I'm so sorry, I should just turn away," Abby said, turning away, "Not that it isn't erotic or anything it's just that it's you guys and, well, not that you guys aren't good looking, but you're"
Abby was stopped short when Ziva's finger was pressed against her lips and the door slamed shut. Ziva was standing in front of Abby, and she slowly let her finger drop as Abby turn to see a shirtless Tony leaning up against the door.
Without a word, Ziva led the taller woman to a chair against the wall to the left of the door, opposite a couch near where the couple were previously intwined.
"Are you always this controlled?" Abby asked shakily.
"Oh yeah, she's always in control." Tony said with a slight eyeroll.
"You seem to like it, Tony." Ziva said with a snarky but seductive tone.
"So this means..." Abby said open endedly.
"Yes, Tony and I have been..." Ziva said, turning to Tony.
"Together." Tony said.
"Sleeping together." Ziva corrected.
"And you're not going to tell Gibbs, right?" Tony said.
Ziva watched as something happened between the old pair of friends. Like a second conversation went on between Tony and Abby underneathe their words.
"On one condition." Abby said.
Another brief and silent conversation between the two, then Tony spoke.
"What would that one condition be?" Tony asked as a sly smile snuck on to Tony's lips.
"Answer a question for me." Abby replied.
"Yeah?" Tony said, his eyes connecting with hers for a brief moment.
"Is Ziva always in control?" Abby asked with a devilish grin.
"Do you wanna find out?" Tony said, knowing the answer.
The pair of old friends turned to a confused Ziva. Abby took Ziva by the elbows and walk backwards towards the couch. Abby laid down on the couch and pulled Ziva on top of her with Tony's help.
"W-what are you doing?" Ziva asked, struggling lightly against her co-workers' grips.
Tony was laying half on top of Ziva, running his fingers down her spine, bringing a moan from Ziva. Underneath her, Abby was stroking Ziva's body, bringing her hands to Ziva's breasts, rubbing them lightly through the fabric. Tony peppered scorching kisses on Ziva's back, nibbling on any piece of skin he could. The room filled with gasps and whimpers and moans and groans. Then Tony unbuckled his pants and threw them to the ground. Ziva fought the control, trying to break free from the sandwich, but Abby and Tony were determined to have their way with her. Abby was grinding against Ziva, pulling the Israeli's shirt off over her head and unhooking her bra. Then, suddenly, Tony slipped into Ziva who was already very wet. Ziva moaned, finally surrendering the control. Abby grinded against Ziva's hips, while flicking her thumb over Ziva's nipple. Ziva grunted in time with Tony's thrusts. Ziva let out a gaspy moan when Abby brought her free thumb to Ziva's clit.
For a few minutes, this went on, Tony and Abby drinking in the sweet victory of Ziva's surrender. Abby's thumbs on Ziva's clit and nipples, Ziva's fingers snaked up Abby's skirt and pumping inside of her, and of course, Tony thrusting in and out of Ziva, holding her hips.
Then they came, first it was Ziva, who had been getting the most attention, then Tony who was always in sync with his lover, Ziva, and finally, Abby. The three laid there, somewhat of a tangled mess in the cool night air.
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This was my first smut fic, so please tell me what you think. Reviews are always welcome, remember, I can tell if you read this and didn't review, the hits goes up and the reviews don't. Nah, doesn't matter that much, just be courteous if you have the time and give me some hard honest advice. Ciao.