His eyes followed her as she slipped out from behind her desk and ran up the stairs two at a time, her hard soles thumping against the metal. It was the third time she had done it that week and he was beginning to get suspicious. Ever since Ziva had returned to America to join their team, she had gone regularly to see the Director. Now however, it had become a more frequent occurrence and Tony's eyes were getting narrower every time she skipped up to the office.
Ziva could feel Tony's eyes piercing into her back as she left her desk and did not feel them leave her until she had disappeared through the door into Jenny's office. She smiled at Cynthia who winked back and slipped through the large door. Her grin broadened at the sight of the red head sitting placidly behind the desk. It seemed to swallow her old friend up and Ziva had not yet become used to being her friend's subordinate. Not that Jen ever pulled the rank card when they were alone. When they were alone they rarely had breath to talk.
Jenny Shepard had been waiting for Ziva's visit all day. She had paced the room for a good hour, idling twiddled her thumbs for another, sat blindly in MTAC for the rest of her morning and was now staring blankly at a form which needed her signature. Her mind wandered and graphic memories of dusty hotel rooms and sweaty, clammy bodies writhing against each other in the Egyptian midday heat. Her eyes dilated with recollections of overwhelming pleasure and her sprightly body tensed. She was so engrossed in her daydream that Ziva's entrance went undetected.
Ziva made her way round the desk, chuckling softly at the mesmerised expression on the Director's face. She leant over playfully and placed her lips firmly onto her lover's. Jen started but relaxed at the familiar touch, craning her neck to deepen the kiss. Ziva pulled away and took a step back, ignoring her wanton desires to allow her partner a little comfort. The second the kiss ended, Jenny yearned to resume. She pushed her chair back roughly and placed her hands gently on Ziva's jaw. She leaned forward and guided Ziva's lips to crash against her own. Ziva's tongue flicked out and pushed Jenny's lips apart, roaming her mouth freely. Her hands pressed in Jenny's back and rammed the two further into one another's burning bodies.
Jenny's hands stroked Ziva's back before slipping them under her shirt. They traced her spine and ran lightly back down to her hips. Ziva groaned at the delicate touch and squirmed, desperate to fulfil her vivid fantasies. She ripped Jen's shirt off aggressively, paying no attention to her boss's protests, and snaked her hands around her back. Jenny freed her own hands and carefully undid every button until her khaki shirt fell off her back, revealing the pale yellow bra. It complimented Ziva's skin so well, Jen noted, her subtle pleasure in the beauty of her lover taking precedence over the lustful wants of the moaning assassin. Ziva's nimble fingers made light work of the clasp on Jen's simple red bra and the last article keeping Jenny's modesty intact was discarded. Ziva let another throaty growl slip and Jenny relented, dropping soft kisses down Ziva's neck. Ziva pulled her head back, relishing the moist touch. Her fingers fumbled with her own trouser button behind giving an anguished cry and yanking them down, exposing her matching yellow panties. Jenny's lips reached Ziva's breasts and her hands finally took off the bra. Her mouth sucked on Ziva's nipples which were harder than she had ever known them.
Ziva turned her attentions on Jen's trousers because, although Jenny was perfectly content to draw out the foreplay, Ziva preferred erotic taunts then immediate satisfaction. When it came to sex, Ziva was not a patient woman. However, Ziva was gracious and she let Jenny have her fun working her tongue in her nipples. Jenny's trouser buttons were looser that Ziva's and the offending article dropped to her ankles quickly. Jenny stepped out of them and kicked her high heels under the desk and Ziva's boots joined them fairly soon afterwards.
Jenny pulled her head away from Ziva's pert breasts and turned to look into her lover's eyes, studying them for an indication of where this activity was headed. Sometimes it ended with a kiss, sometimes it ended with nudity but no penetration, and other times they ended lying breathless on the floor after vigorous writhing, but never had they actually had sex. This time, Ziva's eyes were black with longing and Jenny recognised the look. She had only seen it once before and that had ended with screams of mercy of her own part. Ziva was forceful and tireless in bed.
Ziva licked her lips and drew a breath. She had to proceed cautiously because this was unchartered ground in their current situation. Cairo was different to America because there was more at stake. This was their home, not somewhere they were passing through. If they were to pass this boundary, the sex would have to extend from the confines of the Director's office. Ziva let her rapt attention on the woman in front of her lapse momentarily and instead concentrated on her own feelings. She felt comfortable naked in Jen's office and knew her way around Jen's body instinctively. She quickly made a decision and her fingers slipped under the soft fabric of Jen's panties.
Sex in chair in next chapter. And more Tony in subsequent chapters. Threesome? Foursome with Gibbs? Foursome with Vance?