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Author's Note: Here is Chapter Two! Things will really heat up from here on out. ;) Thank you all for reading and please leave me a line on what you think! :D
Disclaimer: NCIS is NOT my property.
Summary: Ziva asks Gibbs a question...
Rating: M (And will stay so from here on out)
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Standing in the elevator waiting to reach the floor she wanted, Ziva couldn't believe she was about to do what she was about to do.
Getting into her car, she drives to the side of town that was not her own.
She was driving to see Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
And just what, exactly, did she want with him?
Or should that be from him?
Oh.
Right.
Ziva knew what she wanted.
She wanted his hands on her body, his breath on her skin, his lips covering every inch of her, Ziva wanted Gibbs in every scenario she could think of.
And every position.
Pulling into his driveway, turning off the lights and the car, Ziva thinks for just a second before going into his un-locked house.
She knows if she over-thinks this, she'll just drive away and forget about it.
She knows Gibbs is the man she wants.
And that's all the thinking Ziva David did.
Opening his front door, she closes it softly behind her and makes her way to his basement.
Standing at the top of his stairs, she sees he's measuring away at something in the middle of his boat.
God, she loved the smell of sawdust down here.
Gibbs' voice pulls her out of her observation:
"Ziver."
His actions stop and he sets down the tools he has in his hands. Ziva looks at him, and fires away:
"Would you sleep with me Gibbs?"
Gibbs was glad he set down his tools because that question would definitely made him drop them.
He couldn't help but noticing how good she looked, so sexy. Black dress slacks, black shoes, and that damn white blouse. Hanging just low enough in the front and making her appear even more tan than she already is…it was doing things to him.
Earlier in the bullpen, when her comment slipped, Gibbs knew exactly what she meant.
He felt the same way.
Which is why he dodges her question:
"Want a drink?"
Though he doesn't move to get them one.
Hell, who would move away from the beauty in front of them like Ziva was in front of Gibbs?
"No, I do no want alcohol. I would like an answer. Either you are willing and available to sleep with me or you are not. And if you can't, I suppose I will have to find someone who will."
Her voice was slightly rushed, telling Gibbs' gut she had never planned to tell him any of that:
"Able. Willing and able,"
Seeing the glare on her face, Gibbs quickly moves on:
"Yes Ziva, I would sleep with you. Any man out there with eyes would. Why are ya asking me?"
"Why aren't you surprised by my question?"
She thought he wasn't surprised?
He must have been a better actor than he thought:
"I am."
Staying in her spot at the top of the stairs, Ziva has something to add to the conservation:
"Neither one of us are dating, correct?"
At his nod, she keeps going:
"Our schedules are crazy enough that anybody out there would have difficulty getting used to. Though I am still un-sure about you, I am very lonely Gibbs. I am also lonely sexually. So, I have an idea…of sorts,"
Gibbs knew where this was going, at least he thought he did.
And if he was right, he was going to love it.
Ziva explains:
"I believe it has been called a 'friend with benefits'. You and I know each other very well, we trust each other."
Unable to hold back any longer, Gibbs has a question:
"You want us to be 'friends with benefits'?"
"Yes. From what I understand of it, there are no strings or any relationship complications. I know your dating history and mine is no better. So this is purely for the physical…release of it. As bad as that sounds,"
Her comment made him smirk, she was right though:
"Gibbs, I am standing here asking you to sleep with me. I do not know how it will work all the time, but I want this for more than just one night."
She looks at him, feeling rather small despite being at the top of the stairs. Gibbs says:
"If we do this, things'll change between us. I want this. Want more than one time too."
Ziva didn't expect to hear that. Though it did warm her heart to know he felt the same way. Still staying in her spot:
"I have not had a man in a very long time Gibbs. Ducky did my yearly physical about a month ago and I am clean."
Nodding, Gibbs agrees:
"Duck did mine too. I'm good. What about pregnancy?"
"I am on the pill."
Was that it?
Was everything worked out?
Nope.
Gibbs had one more question:
"Why me Ziva?"
Surprised, she answers:
"Because you are a good man Jethro. A man I have been attracted to for a very long time. I have always found desirable. I know you always have my back and I know you care more than you let on about certain things. I feel safe with you. Now, why say yes to me?"
Ziva played him right back with questions.
And Gibbs gave with his answer:
"When you came back last year, wanted you by my side every second. After a while, I realized how I really felt. Sounds like you feel the same."
He smirked, trying to play off talking about his emotions. Ziva knew this and Ziva didn't push. Descending the stairs and standing directly in front of him:
"You asked me what I wanted earlier. I want you."
Putting his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him:
"Good. Want you too."
His lips find hers in record time and nothing had ever felt better.
Ziva's hands filter though his hair, finally feeling his hands on her after waiting for so long to have him like this.
Letting her fingers trail down his body until reaching his waist, her fingers going beneath his shirt and finally feeling his warm skin was enough to drive her mad.
The groan that slips from her throat is heard by Gibbs, who has one of his own. Something about kissing her, having her so close, touching her, it was driving him wild.
And he had to admit-he felt younger than he had in years.
Pulling her completely flush against him, he didn't think a woman had ever smelled so good.
Taking matters into her own hands, Ziva takes both of his shirts and pulls them off and over his head, Jethro wasn't complaining about losing clothes for Ziva at all.
Letting the clothes fall to the floor, Ziva feels her body being moved. Gibbs leads them back far enough so his back lightly touches the ribs of the boat he's currently working on.
Giving Ziva the same treatment, her white blouse joining his on the floor, leaving her in an undershirt and pants.
Gibbs' lips break from Ziva's as he finds her neck. Beginning to find all of the spots that got her going, Ziva's hands grip at his back, trying to find something to hold onto despite the pleasure rolling through her body.
Jethro's fingers go beneath her undershirt and the touch of his fingertips on her skin, she almost fell apart right then.
She took a step back, allowing Gibbs to take off her undershirt.
And after he does, he freezes for a moment.
Well knowing she wasn't as young as she used to be, his pause and eyes on her caused some severe anxiety build in her stomach.
Though Gibbs wasn't going to let that last long.
Reaching out and tenderly tracing the line of her jaw, her eyes finally find his and the mood slows a bit:
"What?"
Well knowing there was something turning in her head, Gibbs wanted to know what it was.
And, as usual, Ziva wasn't going to let up.
Shaking her head 'no', she kisses him so passionately Gibbs forgot what he had asked.
For a few seconds.
Her lips trail down the side of his neck, silently hoping he'd let the look in her eyes drop.
And he does.
For now.
Taking his hands and running them along her sides, they find their way to the back of her bra.
The same time the clasp on her bra is undone, his zipper is lowered.
Oh yeah, they knew each other damn well.
Finally getting to do something Gibbs had dreamed about doing for a long time, this next moment was going to be damn enjoyable.
For them both.
Taking his mouth ever so slowly, he took Ziva's nipple in his mouth, licking, swirling, over every inch of it. Her loud moans were more than heard and her shudders were more than felt by Jethro, and her actions caused a few of his own to be born and felt.
Ziva is still recovering from Jethro's mouth when she begins to push down his pants, and with some movement from Jethro himself they end up around his ankles.
Her hand grazes his bulge and her instant reaction is to be closer to it. But she still has some pants on.
Or she thought she did.
Feeling Jethro's mouth leave her tender breast, his breathing is heavy and mirrors her own in more than a few ways.
By the time her mind catches up to her surroundings, Gibbs has her black dress slacks just past her knees when they fall away of their own accord.
And before she knows it, her location is changed.
After slipping out of her shoes, her body is being lifted clear off of the ground. Gibbs spins her around and moves things so she is now the one with her back gently against the boat.
Smiling broadly at Gibbs' eagerness, their eyes catch.
And the mood slowly turns heated again.
Jethro is more than tender in bringing his lips back to hers.
Yes, he knew this was something that was 'no strings attached' to the very end.
But that didn't mean he didn't care and that didn't mean he wasn't going to be gentle.
Period.
Both needed this release.
Both had gone without this for a long damn time.
And both were about to change how long it had been.
After taking care of his shoes and the rest of his pants, they were each standing there, hip to hip, the only clothing encasing their bodies-underwear.
Teasing her gently, his fingers play her until he thought she was about to lose her mind.
And he hadn't even taken off her panties yet.
Feeling her wetness on the tips of his fingers, the fact that he could get this reaction out of her filled him with tremendous pride and a cornucopia of lust and want.
Ziva couldn't help but react to this man, he was too good to resist. The way he touched her, the way he made her feel, no lover had ever made her feel this way in her entire life.
Ever.
And they weren't even technically lovers yet.
Ziva knows Gibbs is slipping her panties off of her slowly, purely taking the time to toy with her further. His breath is hot on her neck and ear and his tongue only adds to her need to have him fill her endlessly.
Reaching out and finding the waist of his boxers, Ziva reaches in and grabs him gently to start, then begins to stroke him with increasing strength.
Hearing his breath catch and hearing Jethro trying to form her name, but he stumbles due to the overwhelming rushes of satisfaction coursing through his veins.
Giving him a break, Ziva lets go of him and lowers the only piece of clothing separating them until they fall away, long forgotten in their beginning throes of passion.
Lifting Ziva under the backs of her legs, Gibbs hoists her so her legs are around his hips.
Looking into her eyes with the silent question of if this was what she truly wanted, Ziva nods.
Then their lips are on each others all over again.
Poised and ready to enter, Jethro slowly makes his welcome known in her warm and more than welcoming folds of the essential her.
Ziva's head falls back, and all motion stills. Jethro didn't think he could ever feel way again, this young and warm and snug. When Ziva raises her head again, Gibbs has the same emotions sprawled all over his face.
Beginning to find his pace, his mouth finds her collarbone and leaves a mark, which earns a well-pleasured cry to leave Ziva's lips.
Feeling the pace quicken, Ziva had to say it:
"Jethro…"
Her breath is whispered, trying, strangled through passion.
And Gibbs loved that he was able to draw that out of the woman who had always kept everything so bottled up so well.
Their first time went slowly and they both knew that this arrangement wouldn't always grant them that.
And when Ziva felt herself near, Gibbs did too.
He knew she was close, he could not only feel hers, but feel his own as well.
Their first time though, she had to get her release first.
Gibbs wouldn't have it any other way.
He leans his face closer to her ear:
"I've got you…"
And he did. To prove his point even further, Ziva felt his arms tighten around her body and she heard his words begin again:
"Ziva…"
With her name on his lips, she let herself go.
She let herself completely go.
Falling, screaming his name the entire way, Jethro quickly followed, keeping his arms around her and both of them upright on their entire ride.
Both panting, both trying to regain their breath, both feeling better than ever, they both knew this was something they were going to be doing more.
A lot more.
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Chapter three is next! What did you think? :)
