Chapter Two-Fantasies

Ziva sat at the camera, holding onto the guide lever as she aimed it mindlessly across the street, pointing it at the other hotel. Though, she was not paying attention to the inactivity that she would be seeing through the camera. Instead her eyes were on the sleeping frame of one Monique Lisson. She seemed very peaceful as she slept. Something about that drew Ziva even closer. 'I wish I could lie peacefully with you', Ziva thought as she stared longingly. She wanted that so badly it hurt. She wanted someone to hold, someone who would let her hold them. Perhaps she could find that in the woman whom she'd been staring at for several minutes. Wait. What was she thinking? That could never happen. Not ever.

Snapping out of her headspace, she then returned her eyes to the view beyond the camera, though she could not focus on anything but how it would feel to have her tongue on Monique's body, or vice versa. Okay, she needed to stop this. Now. Standing to her feet, she began to pace with thought. What was going on? Why was this happening? She did not realize, though, that during her pacing, the scuffling of her feet on carpet woke Monique from her sleep.

"Ziva, what is the matter?" She asked groggily before rubbing her eyes of the sleep that seemed to find its way inside.

Ziva froze mid-step and looked to the woman who was sitting up on the bed. She bit her bottom lip, finding that the way the woman was positioned was beyond erotic, provocative. Swallowing hard, Ziva simply shrugged.

"Nothing," Ziva lied. "My legs got kind of sore from sitting for too long."

Would she buy that? Would she believe that Ziva's legs were sore? Monique tilted her head and looked Ziva over with much speculation and curiosity. She began to wonder if what the teenager was telling her was true. Though, she did not wish to start arguments by questioning it, so she simply nodded.

"Alright... want to trade off now, then?" Monique questioned.

"Sure," Ziva replied before gesturing towards the camera. "There is literally nothing going on. It is like watching paint dry."

She began to make her way to the bathroom, peeling away her t-shirt in preparation to shower. Monique's eyes never left her protege's frame and her heart was beating rapidly. Should she tear her eyes away? Before she is caught staring? Though, by that point it was too late. Ziva stood in the doorway and turned to look at Monique. She cocked her head to the side with much confusion. She wondered what was going on through Monique's head.

"Are you alright, Agent Lisson?" Ziva asked, her accent thickening as she spoke the woman's name.

Monique shrugged, biting her bottom lip for a moment. What was she to say? If she were to tell the abrupt and honest truth, that she wasn't alright because all that she wanted to do then was press her body to her own and pleasure her, she would certainly ruin her chances of ever getting to do so, if she ever had that chance.

"I am fine." Monique replied with a small smile, her eyes discreetly scanning over Ziva's front.

God, she was spectacular. Monique found her protege's frame to be absolutely divine, every curve perfectly sculpted, her breasts round and for lack of better words, perky. She bit her lip and turned around, looking through the camera as she tapped her leg, hoping to keep from doing something stupid. Ziva's brows knitted together in confusion before she gave up and shut the bathroom door. She finished undressing before starting the shower. Letting the water warm up, she waited as she looked into the mirror. What was this anyhow? Were they flirting with each other? Was Ziva flirting with Monique? Was Monique flirting with her? Good God, why did things have to be so damn difficult? Ziva then looked herself in the eyes and wondered something. Could I be gay?

Monique sat there, her desire for Ziva reaching a whole new level. With nothing going on through the camera, Monique sat back and shut her eyes, imagining herself in that shower with Ziva. She imagined pinning Ziva into the wall of the shower, the woman gasping in sheer pleasure as the cold of the wall sent chills down her spine. She imagined wrapping one of Ziva's legs around her waist and thrusting her digits into her center with the utmost unadulterated pleasure. Though, this daydream did nothing to help Monique in any way. It only made the flame grow larger and hotter.

Meanwhile, Ziva stepped into the shower and looked around it in the semi-darkness. Tugging at her bottom lip, she imagined Monique coming in through that door mysteriously and sneaking into the shower. She imagined Monique pinning her up against the wall and running her hands over her frame before taking a few of her digits and plunging them into her with much force and pleasure.

Ziva was so enthralled by the fantasy that she had to brace herself with the wall. She listened closely, as if to listen for Monique. She wondered if the woman was paying attention somehow, and when she heard nothing, she let her free hand start to run over her frame, arousal rushing through her as she closed her eyes and imagined her. Monique. Her hand got lower and she propped her leg up on the edge of the bathtub part of the shower before letting her fingers rub her clit. This was not her first time experimenting with masturbation, but it was the first time she fantasized while doing it. Especially about a woman.

A tiny moan left her rose-colored lips as she thought of what Monique would do to her and her actions got more and more vehement. She wanted more, and in that moment, she wondered if Monique would assuage that desire. Ziva thought Monique to be the withholding type so she let her hand stay right where it was. Beg for me, Ziva imagined her mentor's accent ringing out. A somewhat loud whimper left her mouth from deep within her throat.

"Please," She cried out slightly.

Then she let her hand slowly go lower and she began to pleasure herself with her fingers, the shower filling with her moans. The moans were muffled by the walls, and as Monique sat, having her own daydreams, she could not really hear anything. Monique's body, however, was reacting to the fantasy, however she knew she could do nothing about it. Not here. Not now. She did not have the luxury of the shower, as Ziva did. When the Israeli released, her eyes fluttered open and she felt something she never felt after masturbation... excitement. She now had this new sense of wanting, that was stronger than any other she had experienced.

After actually bathing, the brunette climbing of the shower before using a towel to dry off all the moisture on her long and lean frame. She then put on a bathrobe before tentatively exiting the bathroom. Ziva could not help but to smile when she saw Monique, knowing that her self-induced pleasure had not been heard by the one and only outsider. She blushed when Monique looked at her as she went to her bag. She rifled through her things, her eyes going to Monique after a few moments.

"I, uh... I forgot clothes." She said with a nervous laugh.

Monique nodded in understanding.

"It is alright." Monique said, watching Ziva closely. "So, did you have a nice shower?"

Ziva's eyes widened as they went to Monique again. Did she know? She could not have, could she? She was probably just being paranoid, and after the Israeli reasoned it away she nodded.

"Oh, yeah... it was all right." Ziva said with a shrug, gathering a pair of black sweats and a loose fitting tank top.

Ziva knew that at some point this had to stop. Not only would her father greatly disapprove of this, but there was no way she could allow herself to fall for the woman. She knew that this had to remain a mere fantasy. Anything more could be deadly. This was how she thought. Little did she realize at the time, maybe leaving it at a fantasy was not what was meant for their connection. Maybe it was meant to evolve over time. Maybe it should not remain a simple fantasy?