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Seconds after crossing the threshold of Ziva's apartment Abby again found herself pressed against a wall. This time there was no surprise, no battle for dominance. This time Abby melted willingly into the insistent kiss. She allowed herself to get lost in the feeling of Ziva's soft curves and taut muscles pressed tightly against her. Her hands drifted playfully downward to slip snugly into the agent's back pockets. She couldn't help but give one of the firm cheeks an appreciative squeeze, prompting a low growl in response.
Ziva continued her assault on Abby's lips as she reached behind herself to clasp wandering hands and guide them above Abby's head. She easily took the two delicate wrists into one hand and held them immobile against the wall. She heard the taller girl moan into their kiss at the new development and smirked as she drew her head back slightly. She nipped at Abby's bottom lip before drifting lower to explore along the porcelain skin of her neck, only to be brought up short as she reached the girl's trademark collar. Instead she returned to Abby's lips while her free hand slipped up to release the buckled collar. The studded leather fell to the floor, completely forgotten as Ziva traced her tongue along the intricate spider web tattoo adorning Abby's neck. She felt the inked beauty squirm in pleasure as she sunk her teeth into sensitive skin.
"Mmm...yes..."
Ziva had to control her own shudder at the husky voice and warm breath so close to her ear. She wasn't ready to let Abby know how much her sexy rasp affected her. Instead, she focused her attention on nibbling her way up pale flesh and teasing her free hand along Abby's side. She took her time kissing, nibbling, licking and sucking each sensitive inch of flesh as she made her way upward toward a delicate ear. Once there, she traced her tongue leisurely along the shell then sucked the lobe between her lips to nibble at it. Abby turned her head slightly, silently encouraging her to continue the exploration. Ziva let her teeth drag lightly along the earlobe as she released it. Another gasp of pleasure rose from crimson lips as Ziva nipped firmly at a now-racing pulse point. She removed her mouth from Abby's neck entirely and hovered next to her ear to whisper, "Your word?"
"Don't need one." Abby replied simply. She looked deeply into dark eyes; conveying her desire, need, and complete trust of the dangerous woman before her.
"Your word, Abigail!" This time Ziva made it perfectly clear that it was an order as much as it was a question.
Abby glowered at the use of her full name. She finally answered with a petulant sigh, "Fine, hippo."
"Hippo it is, then." Ziva's eyes twinkled with laughter, but she said nothing more about it. Instead, she released her hold on Abby's wrists and pulled her away from the wall to follow after her.
It was a short journey to Ziva's bedroom, where she guided Abby to sit on the bed while she lit a soft bedside lamp and multiple candles. Abby's eyes followed the agent around the room, openly admiring the fluid strength and grace of her movement. Everything about Ziva was as sensual as could be, but it was her underlying deadly strength that really called to Abby. It was that spark of danger and unpredictability that had Abby so undone, so desperately craving Ziva's touch.
Once she was satisfied with the lighting, Ziva paused briefly to remove the many weapons she carried. She noticed curious green eyes grow wide when she withdrew the throwing knife concealed at her back. She could tell that Abby desperately wanted to comment but was impressed when she chose to remain silent. She laid the knife down carefully next to her guns before stalking toward the bed. She came to a stop in front of Abby, nudging bare legs apart to stand between them. A smug smile rose on her lips as she felt the heat of Abby's need through multiple layers of clothing. "Hm. You have been thinking about this, yes?"
Abby knew by the way intelligent brown eyes bore into hers that it was not a question. She swallowed at the almost predatory look being leveled at her. With each passing moment that their eyes remained locked in silence, Abby could feel herself getting more and more turned on. She'd never before thought it possible to get off on just a look, but now she wasn't so sure. She was sure of one thing, though: she needed Ziva's touch. She couldn't wait any longer. Still not breaking eye contact, she reached for Ziva's right hand and guided it to her chest. "Please."