Ziva offered to drive Jenny to her hotel and the red-head accepted with a grateful smile. A part of her had so been hoping to get to know this intriguing, beautiful woman on a very personal – one could even say intimate - level, but perhaps it wasn't meant to be. At least she could absorb her company for a little longer.
Both women were quiet as Ziva drove them through the streets of Tel Aviv to the hotel. Jenny was too preoccupied to be terrified this time. The Israeli couldn't tell what was on her companion's mind, but she hoped to hell it was the same thing that was on hers.
When Ziva pulled up in front of the building, Jenny turned to her and grabbed for her courage with both hands.
"Would you like to come in?" she asked softly, her green eyes almost shyly telegraphing hope and nerves.
Ziva accepted with a smile that spoke volumes and parked the car. The look in her eyes had the butterflies in Jenny's stomach doing back flips.
Jenny checked in with minimal fuss. The two women rode silently in the elevator, though Ziva stood very close to the red-head. As they walked down the hall and stood at Jenny's door, Ziva managed to stand even closer, her body heat radiating out to Jenny, sending those butterflies into a frenzy.
Jenny's fingers were trembling uncharacteristically and she even dropped the key card as she was trying to insert it into the slot to unlock the door. Ziva deftly caught it with her quick reflexes.
Leaning into Jenny from behind as she held the card out for the other woman to take, Ziva allowed her left hand to rest low on Jenny's hip, tantalizingly close to her ass.
"If you do not get that door open soon, I am going to kiss you right here in this hallway," Ziva whispered sensually into Jenny's ear.
Jenny made a sound in her throat and pressed back against the Israeli as her stomach felt like it did a complete flip-flop. God, she couldn't remember when she'd been this attracted to someone. Had she ever been? She closed her eyes and tried to get a grip on her nerves and her galloping heart rate.
When she didn't make an immediate move to take the card back, Ziva took care of unlocking the door herself. Jenny did manage to open the door and they entered her room. Before she could take a breath, the red-head found herself crowded up against the door that had just closed and Ziva was kissing her brainless.
Jenny let her bags drop to the floor and wrapped her arms around Ziva's neck without hesitation. Her fingers speared into the thick, dark curls that she'd been itching to touch for three weeks. Their first kiss was long and deep and heated, and unlike anything either woman had ever experienced.
At long last, they came up for air. Ziva rested her forehead against Jen's.
"I knew it would be like that," Ziva breathed.
"Me, too," Jenny murmured. "More." With that, she pulled the dark-haired woman's mouth to hers again for another kiss that was slower, but no less passionate.
"Will you have dinner with me tonight?" Ziva asked, pressing kisses along Jenny's jaw and down her neck. Jenny angled her head in silent invitation for the other woman to continue exactly what she was doing.
"Yes," she answered, her arms still wrapped around the Israeli's neck.
"We can go out," Ziva suggested, "or I can cook for you." Her lips were still exploring Jenny's pale skin.
"You cook, too? A woman of many talents," Jen teased her in a sexy voice.
"You have not seen anything yet," Ziva answered in a suggestive tone, her mouth still occupied.
"Promises, promises," Jenny grinned – until Ziva kissed it right off her face.
When she let her up for air, Jenny leaned her head back against the door and looked into Ziva's brown eyes. Mmmm…hair that made her think of dark chocolate and eyes that reminded her of the bourbon she liked to drink. Two of her favorite things. How was she supposed to resist?
"Honestly, I would rather be alone with you," Jenny confessed in a husky tone.
"So, I will cook, yes?" Ziva confirmed.
Jen nodded. "I would like that very much."
Ziva cupped Jenny's jaw gently in one hand.
"Will you bring your things and stay with me tonight?" the Israeli asked softly, holding Jen's gaze with her own. "Or is that moving too fast for you?"
"In some ways, it feels fast," Jenny acknowledged, "and in other ways, this has been the longest three weeks of my life." A wry smile curved her lips, drawing an answering one from the other woman. "I couldn't always tell if you could feel this between us … but now and then I would catch a glimpse that would keep me hoping."
"I feel it," Ziva whispered, unfastening the barrette that held Jenny's long auburn hair back so she could bury her hands in the heavy weight of it. "The moment I laid eyes on your picture, I found you attractive, but that was nothing compared to what I felt when I saw you in person...like someone had kicked me in the gut." She grinned teasingly and added, "But in a good way."
"I know the feeling," Jen answered almost breathlessly. Her eyes darkened with desire. "Yes, I want to stay with you tonight."
Ziva's smile widened. This time their kiss stayed soft and warm and full of hints and promises.
"I should go so I can be ready for you," Ziva said reluctantly as their lips parted. "I will come back to pick you up."
"That's silly – you'll be cooking. I'll arrange a cab," Jenny disagreed.
Ziva started to protest, but Jenny was insistent. She even pointed out that she would be carrying her weapon and could take care of herself.
"I know," Ziva said quietly, "but you are in unfamiliar territory and I want you to be safe." She magnanimously refrained from pointing out that she'd already saved Jenny's ass once recently.
Ziva walked over to the nightstand and wrote quickly on the notepad lying there. She brought the paper back to Jen. There were words written in both English and Hebrew.
"My cousin Gideon has a cab company. This is the name of it. Will you allow me to make arrangements with him to pick you up?" she asked. Jenny nodded, warmed by the offer. "I wrote the address here, too, but he knows where I live." Jenny took the information from her.
After a few more lingering kisses, Ziva left. They'd made plans for Jenny to arrive by seven. As soon as the other woman had left, Jen took a long soak in the tub and daydreamed about the night ahead - and tried to figure out what she had with her to wear for the occasion.
She eventually decided on a sleeveless fitted white blouse matched with soft black pants. White shirt or no, she was going to wear black undergarments because they were the sexiest she had with her. Besides, if a hint of black showed tantalizingly through the white blouse depending on how she moved…well. All the better. She relaxed for a while, then stood and washed her hair under the shower. She got herself ready, paying careful attention to her appearance, and packed everything in her bag. She went down to the lobby to check out of her room and wait for her cab. If the desk staff was surprised that she was checking out before the night had even really begun, they kept their observations to themselves.
Ziva's cousin himself showed up to drive her. On the way to Ziva's apartment, he chatted freely and pointed out spots of interest. Jenny talked him into stopping at a market where fresh flowers and fruit were displayed out front. She selected two red roses and went inside to also grab a bottle of wine.
When they arrived at the two-story building that housed Ziva's apartment, Jenny learned that her fare had already been taken care of. Gideon offered to assist her with her things, but Jenny assured him she could carry everything. He waited while she pushed the intercom for the security door so Ziva could buzz her in.
"Shalom." That accented voice coming over the speaker sent Jenny's pulse racing faster. She returned the greeting.
"Come on up," Ziva directed her, reminding her of the apartment number on the second floor. As Jenny walked through the outer security door, Gideon waved and tooted his car horn in farewell as he pulled away from the curb.
Ziva opened her apartment door as Jenny drew near, each smiling her pleasure at seeing the other.
Jen handed Ziva the roses as she walked through the door. "For you."
"Todah," she said, unable to resist raising the fragrant flowers to her nose.
Beautiful thought Jen, mesmerized by the sight of this gorgeous woman with the red roses raised to her face. She barely managed to murmur, "You're welcome."
Jenny placed her bag on the floor near the door and the bottle of wine on a nearby table. Ziva laid the flowers near the wine and took Jenny's hands in hers to tug her in for a slow, stomach-dropping kiss.
"Hi," she murmured, as she pulled back.
"Hi yourself," Jenny returned, her voice husky with emotion. She brushed her nose against Ziva's, then nuzzled the dark-haired woman's neck.
"Mmmm…" escaped Ziva's throat before Jenny lifted her head.
Taking a deep breath to slow down her heart rate, Ziva took Jenny's hand in one of hers and picked up the roses with the other. Jenny brought along the wine. As they walked the short distance into the kitchen, Ziva told her she hadn't needed to bring anything, but both gifts were appreciated.
They opened the wine and Ziva checked on dinner.
"Smells delicious," Jenny complimented her.
"Thank you," Ziva responded as she arranged the two roses in a narrow vase and placed it on the table which had already been set for two.
"What can I do?" Jenny asked.
"Everything is ready," Ziva reported. "You could take the wine to the table while I bring out the dishes."
The food tasted as good as it smelled and Ziva's eyes lit with pleasure at Jenny's compliment. The two women enjoyed each other's company and the conversation flowed easily as each learned more about the other. The sizzle of attraction that flared now and then only added to the excitement of the evening. At some point, Ziva reached over and played with Jen's fingers where they lay on the table. There went Jenny's butterflies again.
"Would you like dessert now or later?" the Israeli asked as she began clearing their plates after they'd finished eating.
Jen gave an appreciative look at Ziva's backside as she followed her into the kitchen. "Depends on what's on the menu," she muttered under her breath.
She started when Ziva turned toward her and answered, "Well, I made chocolate mint cake," she drawled, leaning back against the cabinets with her arms braced on either side along the counter's edge. "Unless you see something else you want?" Her eyebrows were raised coquettishly and she had a sexy glint in her eye.
Jen recovered from her surprise quickly. She ambled slowly over to stand in front of the dark-haired woman, her hips rolling attractively, drawing a brown-eyed gaze.
"As a matter of fact, I do have a taste for something," Jen admitted, her gaze fixed on Ziva's lips.
"And what would that be?" was Ziva's flirtatious response.
Jen took one more step into the other woman, bringing their bodies close enough to brush tantalizingly.
"You."
She bent her head to that luscious mouth and they tasted each other deeply again. Soon their arms were locked around one another, hands roaming and tangling into hair. With one more small step, Jen pushed her body flush against Ziva's, trapping the other woman between her own fuller curves and the counter. They both moaned at the contact.
When they came up for air, Ziva murmured against Jen's neck, "Couch?"
"Excellent idea," Jen practically moaned. Ziva's smile was lovely, full of secrets and promises and anticipation. Jenny couldn't stop looking at her.
Ziva pulled Jenny by the hand to the sofa, snagging their wine glasses in her other hand on the way. After they sat down, she handed Jen her glass and took a drink of her own. Then, looking deeply into Jenny's green eyes, Ziva put both their glasses deliberately on the low table in front of the couch and leaned in to take Jenny's mouth again in a series of kisses that quickly flared into hot and hungry and needy.
Their tongues explored each other's mouths thoroughly and their hands began to wander in earnest. Ziva luxuriated in the feel of the smooth, silky skin of Jen's arms revealed by her sleeveless blouse. Time seemed to rush quickly and stand still all at the same time.
Ziva tugged at Jenny until the American was sitting astride her. She slid a hand up from Jen's trim waist, stopping at just under her full breasts.
"May I?" she murmured, requesting permission to touch the other woman more intimately.
In answer, Jenny covered Ziva's hand with her own and placed the dark-haired woman's hand on her breast, pushing it tightly against the aching mound.
"Mmmm…" Ziva hummed with pleasure. "You feel incredible."
"It feels amazing when you touch me," Jenny whispered the admission. "I want to touch you back."
Ziva took Jenny's hand and placed it on her own breast, making a noise low in her throat at the contact. "Like that?" she panted.
"God, yes…and more…" Jenny leaned down and captured Ziva's lips again as her other hand came up to join the first in learning Ziva's lovely curves. By this point, they were both completely oblivious to anything but the feelings they aroused in each other, physically and emotionally.
Ziva's hands moved to Jen's shirt buttons, then paused. Drawing back just enough to look into eyes that had turned emerald with desire, she asked," May I?"
Jenny smiled a siren's smile of anticipation and responded softly with, "Yes."
Ziva slowly unbuttoned Jenny's top, watching intently as more of her tempting flesh appeared bit by bit. When she'd unfastened the last button, her hands slipped inside the shirt, slowing rising up so that the blouse parted even further to reveal Jenny's full, stunning breasts encased in a black satin bra.
"So beautiful," Ziva whispered in an awed tone, her fingers barely brushing the satin fabric, which was somehow more arousing than if she'd pressed more firmly.
"Glad you think so," Jenny all but purred, her hands busy slipping under the layers of Ziva's top to explore her toned, slim abdomen, working her way higher and higher.
Ziva leaned forward to kiss those lovely breasts, as though drawn by a force she couldn't refuse. Her tongue unconsciously flicked out to wet her lips in her eagerness.
With Herculean effort, she stopped herself just before her lips met the alluring flesh in front of her. Once again she asked, "May I?"
Jenny cocked an eyebrow in sexy disbelief. She put a hand under Ziva's chin and lifted the whiskey-brown eyes to her own.
"Are you going to keep asking permission each step along the way?" the American asked somewhat humorously, though not callously.
"It is just that I do not want to do anything you do not want me to do," Ziva explained, both completely serious and sweetly earnest. "We have spent much of the last three weeks together, but this is the first time we have given in to the attraction between us. I know what I want – you – but I do not want to push you faster than you want to go."
Jenny's other hand came up so that she could fully cup Ziva's face, her long fingers spearing into Ziva's dark locks. There was not a hint of hesitation in her voice or in her green eyes as she responded.
"What I want," she began in a seductive drawl, "is for you to strip me naked and touch and kiss and lick me all over." As she spoke, she demonstrated each request with her own hands, her own lips, her own tongue. "And I want to do exactly the same thing to you."
Ziva's nearly-silent gasp of pleasure was extremely satisfying to the woman on her lap.
"Does that clarify matters for you?" Jenny finished in a sultry tone. The heat in her eyes as she stared into Ziva's threatened to rage into an inferno at any moment.
A slow, wicked grin curved Ziva's luscious lips. "Yes, I believe it does." To demonstrate, she wrapped a hand around the back of Jenny's neck and pulled her down for a hungry kiss.
The passion between them quickly flared out of control and Ziva slid her lips over Jenny's jaw and down her neck. She kissed her way softly along the upper curve of Jenny's breasts that spilled over the black satin cups encasing them. Ziva's tongue dipped into Jen's cleavage along the way to the other side, then made a return trip across the sexy mounds, the very tip of her tongue tracing the edge of the bra. Her mouth then slid over the black satin, teasing, licking, sucking…
The Israeli's tongue, teeth and lips worked a magic that was new to Jenny and drove her wild. When Ziva pulled one side of the bra down to trace a puckered nipple and suckle the lovely pink tip into her mouth, Jen thought she might climax right then and divulged as much out loud.
"Go ahead," Ziva ordered huskily, her mouth still against the soft, tempting flesh. "I want to hear you come."
"But I want you to come, too," Jenny protested, almost whimpering. "And you are not even undressed at all yet - !"
Ziva reluctantly pulled her mouth from Jenny's breast and looked up at her, wicked humor glinting in her eyes. Jenny moaned as the air hit her sensitive flesh that had been made moist by Ziva's mouth – and at the loss of contact.
Ziva lifted a brow roguishly. "And whose fault is that?"
"Yours," Jen promptly replied decisively. "If you hadn't already turned my brain to mush, I might have done something about that."
Ziva's gorgeous brown eyes laughed up at her. "It is not too late," she pointed out provocatively.
Jenny's lips curved with pleasure and she pulled Ziva's soft, clinging maroon top off to reveal the simple black silky camisole that was all she had on underneath. Jenny's breath caught as her hands smoothed sensuously over the material. Ziva's eyes closed and her head fell back against the couch with a sound of gratification.
First, Jenny slid the spaghetti straps off Ziva's shoulders to smooth her hands over the soft-as-silk skin that covered strong muscles. Then, deciding she wanted the camisole out of the way altogether, Jenny grasped the hem of the undergarment and tugged it over Ziva's head, the Israeli's arms lifting to assist.
Jenny's breath caught audibly in her throat, as she laid her eyes on Ziva's small but weighty curves for the first time.
Her hands came up of their own volition, caressing, molding the soft flesh tipped by dark brown nipples that beaded even further under her attention.
"You are stunningly lovely," she whispered, her eyes absorbing what her hands were savoring. "And I love the feel of you."
Ziva moaned and pushed her breasts more fully against the red-head's hands. Her eyes opened to feast on Jenny's breasts once more, one hand coming up to caress them while the other squeezed her hip.
Jenny bent her head to tease Ziva's lips with a tongue that snaked out to find her. Ziva opened her mouth and welcomed Jenny inside so that wicked pink tongue could tangle with her own. The kiss deepened even further, became hungrier, as their bodies pressed closely together from lips to thighs.
When they came up for some much-needed air, Ziva's mouth returned to Jenny's breasts, murmuring in her native tongue. Jenny could not translate all the words, but the admiration in her tone was unmistakable. When Ziva pulled the other bra cup down so that both breasts were naked to her eyes, her mouth, her hands, Jenny gave a small cry. Surely this was the definition of pure bliss.
Jenny's hips began rhythmically pushing against Ziva's body as the dark-haired beauty continued her tender yet hungry assault on Jen's breasts. Reaching around, Ziva unfastened the strap in the back that held the bra closed. Pulling back just a little, she pushed Jenny's white blouse down and off her shoulders and allowed it to drift unhurriedly to the floor. She then slowly slid the loosened bra straps down Jenny's arms. It was difficult to say who was more affected by the delightful torture of the leisurely pace.
When Jenny was fully bared before her, Ziva could only stare in wonder. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," she husked, her hands lifting to cup the heavy globes, relishing the weight of them. She realized she'd already used that word once, but her brain simply couldn't function well enough to come up with a better one at the moment. Besides, it was the truth.
Jenny made a keening sound at the force of arousal moving through her. Almost unconsciously, she thrust a breast toward Ziva's mouth, wanting to feel the other woman's lips and tongue on her again. Thankfully, her lover immediately took her up on the silent invitation.
"I love when you do that," Jenny gasped in a strangled voice, her hands burying themselves in Ziva's hair, delighting in the feel of it as she held the other woman's mouth to her.
"Good," Ziva murmured against her skin, kissing her way over to give equal attention to Jenny's other breast. "That makes two of us." Then she had no breath for talking as she filled her mouth with Jenny's generous breast and suckled deeply.
Ziva opened her eyes and looked up to find Jenny's eyes closed and her face wracked with the intensity of passion cascading through her. Slowly, she unfastened Jenny's pants and delved inside. Jenny rested her head on the top of Ziva's with a mew of approval as the Israeli's fingers encountered black silk panties that were soaked with the proof of Jenny's desire.
Then Ziva's hand slipped under the silk waistband and she moaned as she encountered Jenny's moist, warm center for the first time.
"And that is beyond incredible," Ziva whispered raggedly.
She watched Jenny as she slid a finger inside her most secret place. Ziva was rewarded with a look of ecstasy on the red-haired woman's face as she threw back her head and gasped out her pleasure. Her gorgeous hair flowed like a flame-colored silk curtain down her back.
"This is for me," Ziva whispered intensely, sliding a second finger into the other woman's slick heat. "You want me."
"God, yes," Jen ground out. Her hips were pumping against Ziva's fingers, her climax building.
"Come for me – like this," Ziva directed breathlessly, her fingers continuing to urge her lover toward a release that was beyond Jenny's experience. The dark-haired woman bent her head and took a hard pink nipple into her mouth, suckling fiercely, which was all that was needed to push Jenny over the edge with a blissful cry.
Ziva's fingers continued to move as the red-head's body shuddered. Finally, Jen collapsed against Ziva breathing fast and hard, draping herself around the woman underneath her, pulling her close.
"Wow," she managed. Barely.
"Wow, indeed," Ziva agreed with a sexy smile as she slowly pulled her fingers from between Jenny's legs, loving the mewing sounds of protest the red-head made as she did. Ziva brought her fingers to her mouth to lick them clean, reveling in her first taste of the very essence of Jenny. Her eyes darkened with a desire that only intensified as Jenny bent her head and her tongue joined Ziva's in licking her fingers.
After a while, they moved into the bedroom and made love and talked and made love some more and held each other until the sun was just starting to break the horizon.
For both women it was a life-changing night which left them feeling euphoric yet uncertain, nearly in equal measure.
A/N: One more chapter to complete this story, which will be posted soon. THANKS for reading and reviews are really, really, REALLY appreciated! =)
