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Cairo Sun
Jenny Sheppard hates Cairo. She cannot fathom how her mossad officer partner turned friend Ziva David can function in all that is Cairo. Jenny does not like Cairo because it intoxicates her. Jenny does not like not being in control. She leans her head against the window hoping it will bring some coolness. As heat is her biggest problem at the moment.
"Here have this" Ziva utters stifling a chuckle.
Jenny takes the vodka bottle from Ziva. The bitter liquid slips down her throat. Jenny looks at Ziva who is sitting on the other end of the single bed that occupies the cheap motel room with its crumbling wallpaper and strange smell. The woman who is perhaps a decade Jenny's junior had happily stripped down to a grape colored bra and g-string set to combat overheating. Jenny cannot help but notice that the color suits her well. Jenny steals one final gaze at the young Israeli while she cleans her gun. She spies a ridge of flesh on her thigh.
"How'd you get that?" Jenny asks her voice soft. Ziva fingers the scar.
"This" Ziva says, "Do you really want to know?" she asks her voice a deep whisper. Jenny etches forward ripping the sheets from her sweaty skin as she invades Ziva's personal space. A smile comes over the Israeli.
"Oh do tell me" Jenny begs managing to sound like one of the Victorian heroines in the books she spent her childhood reading.
"I was trying to sneak out of my lovers' house" Ziva said "Her parents came home early. I fell onto the terrace and onto a chair leg" Jenny looked at Ziva.
"Her" Jenny said. "You are a lesbian," Jenny asks like the kid at college parties who does not realize under twenty-ones drink.
"Not quite" Ziva said. "With women it's just sex and just a few times" Jenny nods. "You have never been with a woman?" Ziva enquires.
"Once in college" Jenny utters looking at Ziva's legs.
"Did you enjoy it?" Ziva asks taking a long swig of the vodka. Jenny nods. Ziva chuckles. "Oh Jenny why didn't you say so sooner" Ziva whispers. She leans forward in her usual blunt manner and ends up kissing Jenny.
Jenny feels the Israelis lips on hers. She does not object. Instead, she deepens the kiss. Ziva fiddles with the pink bra and g-string set Jenny had on. Ziva flicked the pink bra across the room. Jenny stops. She pulls apart.
"Are we duck little miss red" Ziva utters butchering the idiom.
"I am not chicken" Jenny replies. "I was going to say" Jenny pushes Ziva down planting a kiss on her lips. Then planting kisses on every inch of the Israeli's flesh slowly heading towards the g-string. The Israeli smiles as Jenny pulls the g-string down.
Soon, the roles are reversed. Jenny lies against the sticky sheets. Watching as the Israeli kisses each centimeter of fair flesh. She reaches the inner thigh and deciding to tease Jenny kisses around the pink g-string. Jenny sighs.
"All good things come to those who wait" Ziva whispers before teasing the g-string away.
As Jenny lies next to a snoring topless Ziva that evening, she decides she might like Cairo a little more. Cairo intoxicates her. Maybe it is good to lose control once in a while she muses just as the weather becomes cool enough to sleep in. She closes her eyes.
A/N: First attempt at writing this sort of stuff. So be kind.