"If you do not find us some privacy in the next thirty seconds, I am going to kiss you right on this dance floor."
Jesus.
His eyes burning with the same desire hers were, Gibbs turned without a word, snagging her hand and keeping her close as he led her off the floor.
He headed down the back hall that led away from the main area, catching the eye of the bartender on the way. The guy just tilted his head with a small, knowing smile.
Jethro walked straight to the door at the end of the hall and opened it. In the blink of an eye, he had her inside the storage room and pressed up against the door as he locked it.
Before he could even catch his breath, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and captured his mouth with hers … warmly … softly … masterfully … and he had the strangest feeling that the world as he knew it had just shifted on its axis.
And then she licked along his bottom lip and everything else ceased to exist but the feel of her in his arms.
In the space of a heartbeat, they were nearly devouring each other. One of his arms banded around her waist to hold her close and the other hand slipped under her thigh to pull it up over his hip.
Ziva gasped as that move pressed her sensitive center into more direct contact with his hardening shaft. Four layers of clothing did little to dampen her reaction. He swallowed the sound she made and dove a little deeper into her mouth.
They kissed for endless, glorious minutes, reveling in the attraction that sizzled so hotly between them.
Intentionally slowing himself down, Gibbs withdrew bit by bit. He lifted his head just far enough to release her mouth, then dipped back for several more soft, clinging kisses that were just as heady as the first.
Raising his head at last, he lifted one hand and brushed the backs of his fingers along her cheek on the way to tunneling those long fingers into the silk of her hair. She flexed her hands into his shoulders and made a little noise of pleasure in her throat that nearly smashed his control to smithereens.
Ziva leaned her head back against the door and slowly lifted her thick lashes to reveal eyes that were slumberous with desire.
"More."
"Could be a really bad idea," he husked in answer, giving voice to the angel sitting on one shoulder reminding him of Rule 12 and valiantly trying to ignore the devil on the other who was whispering that she wasn't actually a co-worker.
"Or perhaps a really good one," she pointed out in a low voice that skittered down his spine as she indulged herself by rubbing her hands over his chest.
He nearly groaned and dropped his forehead to rest against hers.
Ziva cupped his face in her hands and tilted his head back so she could see his eyes.
"What concerns you?" she asked softly with a small, understanding curve to her lips.
"Still have to work together," he observed. "Could get complicated."
Got a rule about that.
But his body was unconsciously shifting against hers like it really couldn't give a damn.
"True," she agreed, privately marveling at how lucky she was to be so taken with such a good man who would think about more than just satisfying his physical need. She honestly wasn't used to that. "But my body does not seem to mind."
A provocative gleam sparkled in her big brown eyes as she tipped her hips into his.
"Nor does yours."
He huffed out a slight chuckle with a tilt of his head in agreement and that smile she'd come to recognize as all his tugged at the corner of his lips. If anything, that made him even more appealing. She caught her lower lip in her teeth and made a sexy little noise that was nearly his undoing.
She left one hand on the back of his neck as her fingers speared into the silvering hair that she found so, so attractive, while the fingertips of her other hand smoothed over his cheek, across his bottom lip, along his chiseled jaw, down his neck to rest over his pulse that was thumping visibly against the base of his throat.
Her eyes darkened with need and her tongue inched out to wet her suddenly dry lips.
"I want you," she breathed in the sexiest voice he'd ever heard, her dark eyes capturing his brilliant blue ones, not afraid to let him see just how much.
"You always get what you want?" he nearly growled with a mix of heat and curiosity on his face as his hand slid slowly from her waist to rest just beneath her breast.
Her breath caught and she felt her response to him send more warm moisture into the thong she wore beneath her tight jeans.
He was so close, yet not nearly close enough. She almost shifted so that those long, strong fingers would be covering the soft mound that was longing for his touch, but on the outskirts of her mind she realized he'd asked her something …
Her brain caught up with his question and a shadow passed through her eyes so quickly he might have imagined it, if he hadn't already gained the sense that there were hidden depths to this woman that she kept closely guarded.
"Not always," she answered quietly. "But I have learned to reach for what I want, what I need because some opportunities do not come around again."
She looked into his eyes directly, gently, compassionately.
"You have learned that, too, yes?"
He had the feeling she was talking about Shannon, Kelly … and maybe even revenge. But how did she know about that?
She must have read his mind.
"I had the advantage of knowing I was coming to you," she pointed out easily, warmly. "And I am very good at my job."
The ghost of an understanding curve to her lips and the way her body continued to flow against his, wrapping around him, no judgment or pulling away, kept him anchored where he was, though his expression couldn't help but become a little shuttered.
Ziva raised her hand to cup his jaw. Her gaze found his, clear and true.
"Your secrets are safe with me, Jethro," she promised softly. Then that shadow crossed her eyes again. "And we have more in common than you could possibly know."
Not for the first time since their initial meeting, an unspoken sense of understanding passed between them that was as enticing as it was vaguely … unsettling.
Then Ziva deliberately brought the mood back to the attraction sizzling between them. She brushed her lips across his before skimming them along his jaw to his ear. She bit gently on his earlobe, then soothed it with her tongue. He squeezed her more tightly in unconscious response.
"Life can be short. I do not want to live it with regrets," she told him quietly. She wrapped both arms around his neck again and pressed her center into him, her leg still wrapped over his hip. Her lips within a breath of his, her head tilted back just far enough to be able to focus on his gaze, she added, "And I would very much regret not being with you while I had the chance."
She brought her face closer until her lips were touching his as she spoke.
"If that is what you want, too."
Hell, yeah, that's what he wanted.
Couldn't remember when he'd wanted anything more.
True to form, he answered her with actions rather than giving her the words.
He captured her mouth in a passionate kiss that stole her breath and gave her his, that turned her brain to mush until all she knew was the feel of him against her … the touch of his hands as they roamed over her, pressing her even closer … the tide of need that crashed over them and threatened to drown them both unless they hung on to each other for dear life.
At long last he lifted his head and gazed down at her, satisfaction slamming through him as it took her a minute to find the wherewithal to lift her lids and reveal eyes that had gone nearly blind with desire.
For him.
That look was just for him.
And he wanted more of it. More of everything.
"That answer your question?" Gibbs husked roguishly, putting his hands on her very fine ass and lifting her into him.
A feline smile slowly curved her lips and a thrilled, sexy light brightened her eyes.
"Yes, I believe it does," she murmured.
She took his lower lip between her teeth and scraped gently.
"Now, while having sex with you inside a storage room does have definite appeal, how would you feel about leaving it to find a bed?" Then her eyes took on a devilish glint. "Or at least a wall that is not likely to have someone knocking on the other side of it at an inopportune moment?"
He grinned and dipped his head to bite her neck just hard enough to make her gasp and make that sexy little noise again that went straight to his groin.
"Works for me," he breathed against her skin before sucking on it lightly just to hear her make that sound again.
He wasn't disappointed.
Jethro lifted his head to look down at her with that characteristic smile tugging at his mouth.
"You know the others are gonna know exactly why we're leaving, right?" he asked.
"Mmhmm," she responded with a small smile. "Is that a problem for you?"
He shook his head. "You?"
She stretched up and whispered in his ear.
"I would go with you even if they all came along to watch," she admitted in a sinfully sultry voice, stressing the last word. "Does that answer your question?"
That devilish glint was back in her eyes and he let go a laugh that was equal parts attraction and disbelief.
Damn, if she wasn't surprisingly appealing on so many levels, more than just physically.
And wasn't that just icing on the cake?
"Your place or mine?" he mumbled as he dipped his chin to brush his nose along her neck again.
"You have a house, yes?"
He nodded against her.
"Then, since I had the foresight to come prepared for a possible overnight stay, I vote for yours," she murmured seductively, snagging his gaze with that impish light back in her eyes. "We can be louder there."
His breath strangled in his chest as pictures flashed through his mind – with audio.
"Sold."
After one last long, hot kiss to hold them over at least until they got to his truck, Jethro unlocked the door and she led the way out, lacing their fingers together as they walked closely enough to brush against each other as they moved.
The others were gathered around the table once more. There were a couple of conversations going on that stopped as every head turned to watch Gibbs and Ziva stroll up.
Without fanfare, Ziva announced they were leaving and Gibbs tossed some money onto the table to cover their portion of the bill, despite DiNozzo's earlier assertion on who would be paying tonight. After assuring McGee with a wink that she could get her backpack out of his trunk without his key, they were out the door.
The ride to Gibbs' house was accomplished in record time, punctuated with stolen kisses and fueled by wandering, hungry hands.
Once inside his house, he uncharacteristically threw the lock on the door, leaving the rest of the world outside without conscious thought. Ziva dropped her backpack to the floor and pushed him up against the door, taking his mouth in a kiss that immediately went hot and deep.
Jethro put his hands on her bottom and boosted her up so her legs could wrap around his waist. Turning, he pressed her between himself and the wall.
"Wall or bed?" he mumbled against her lips.
Ziva tightened her limbs around him as her lips explored him feverishly.
God, had she ever been this desperate for anyone?
"Both," she breathed in response. "Anything. Everything."
Those three words uttered against his skin nearly did him in.
"Bed," he decided masterfully, figuring his legs wouldn't carry them upstairs after he'd come inside her and he definitely wanted her in his bed.
Coming from this man, that take-charge male inside him turned her on even more, which was a first for her. She melted, moaned and took his mouth again.
Without breaking their kiss, he got them up to his room and kicked the door closed behind them.
"I want to see you," Ziva whispered against his mouth.
He allowed her legs to slide slowly down him so he had a free hand to turn on the light beside the bed.
She gripped the hem of his shirt with both hands and had it over his head in an instant, followed quickly by the white t-shirt he seemingly always wore.
Feasting her eyes and her hands on his handsome, contoured chest, she released a low hum of pleasure. She licked her lips, her mouth literally watering for him. He made a noise and she shifted her eyes to his where a brilliant blue heat was blazing.
He pushed her jacket off her shoulders and took a moment to run his hands over her in her red form-fitting, cap-sleeved shirt, stealing her breath when he cupped her breasts in his hands. When he discovered she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, it was his turn to practically drool.
"Nothin' under here but you," he breathed into her ear, squeezing her soft mounds gently, rubbing his thumbs over her hardening nipples.
"I did not pack with a night like this in mind, so my choices in underwear were limited," she managed, closing her eyes to better revel in the sensations he was arousing within her. "I decided you might find me more … enticing like this."
"You entice me just by existing," he muttered, shifting his hands so they were underneath her shirt.
She gasped as he covered her bare breasts with his strong, capable, work-roughened hands. Suddenly, she couldn't bear to wait even another minute before he was naked … on top of her … inside her.
Reaching down between them, she unfastened his belt and unsnapped his jeans. She slid her hand inside his pants to cup his impressive erection. Even through his underwear, her touch sent an electric-like shock through him.
"Hurry," she begged against his mouth, nearly whimpering. "I cannot wait."
"Don't want to miss anything," he mumbled in vague protest, even as he had her shirt off and her jeans unbuttoned in record time.
"Next time slower," she breathed. "I need you now."
"Careful there, Officer David," he managed to tease affectionately, valiantly trying to slow them down a little just to draw out the pleasure that was licking through him like flames. "Think you're in danger of spilling another weakness."
A breathless chuckle escaped her throat and stirred him further.
"I believe that boat has sailed," she observed, adorably changing the phrase. Something more serious lit the back of her eyes as she looked into his. "And as it happens, I trust you with that."
Satisfaction rolled thorough him at her words and he dipped his head to kiss her like he never wanted to stop.
Working together, they were naked in no time. Gibbs flipped back the covers with one hand, then lifted her to wrap around him once more. The feel of skin against skin, nothing between them, was indescribably erotic. He managed to get his knees onto the bed, then fell forward with her, putting one arm out to catch himself and slow their descent to the mattress so he wouldn't hurt her.
"Yes," she hissed, relishing the weight of him on top of her. OhmyGod. YES.
Finally.
Their lips met, tongues delved deep, searching for the other. Their hands were anything but idle as they could not resist the feel of each other.
The gentle curves of her breasts and her dark, pebbling nipples called to him with a siren's song that was impossible to ignore. Her back arched high off the bed with a little cry that nearly sent him over the edge as he indulged himself in kissing and licking her breasts, sucking the hardened centers that contrasted with the silken mounds surrounding them.
In only a matter of moments, Ziva reached between them and took hold of his rock hard shaft, stroking him, guiding him toward her.
"Now. Please," she moaned, past the point of caring if she was begging. If she didn't get him inside of her soon, she was going to die right then, right there.
"Wait," he managed. "Gotta make sure –"
His hand found her nest of tight dark curls between her thighs and slid into her slick folds.
Christ.
She was ready all right.
Something else hovered on the outskirts of his mind that felt very important …
Oh.
"Birth control?" he husked.
While part of her was touched that he'd think of protecting them when she was too far gone to be bothered – another first for her - Ziva was out of patience.
She flipped him onto his back. In one fluid move, she rose over him and lined him up at her entrance.
"Got it," she answered on a breath, referring to her IUD. "No more waiting."
And with that decree, she lowered herself onto him, moaning out loud as he filled her.
She had to go more slowly initially than she wanted because she had to allow her body to stretch to accommodate the size of him. Her head fell back, her long curtain of hair falling like silk and tickling the tops of his thighs. His hands gripped her hips, but he allowed her to set the pace.
Once she had him fully seated within her, Ziva slowly brought her head forward and lifted her lids so she could see his face, gratified to see his need for her was as fierce as hers for him.
Their eyes met as she slowly bent forward until her hands were braced on either side of his head. Rubbing against him with that sexy little noise of hers that drove him wild, she nipped at his lower lip with her teeth before capturing his mouth in a kiss that went on and on and on.
She began to slide back and forth over him. His hips rose and fell with hers, finding their rhythm as instinctively here as they did in all other things.
They moved together, both of them craving fast and slow at the same time.
Fast won out.
Their breath came in near pants, their mouths parted at ragged intervals just long enough to capture some much-needed air.
In a quick move that took her by surprise, Jethro rolled Ziva to her back. With a chuckle that came out as a strangled moan, Ziva yanked his mouth back to hers and decided this position worked, too … was, in fact, perhaps her new favorite position.
Yet another astonishing revelation in a night that had already seen its share.
Faster and faster they moved.
Her hands slid down his long spine, pressed against his lower back, gripped his very fine ass.
He buried his face in her neck and she wrapped one arm around his head to hold him there. His lips and teeth sucked and nipped at her soft skin until he left a mark that he would view later with a shocking sense of satisfaction.
His.
Before long – but with a breathless sense of finally - Jethro felt her inner muscles fluttering around him, squeezing him even more tightly and knew she was getting close and that he was about to explode. Sliding one hand between them he teased her swollen clit deliciously lightly, then pressed firmly … and she flew over the edge, crying out, taking him with her.
Falling …
Falling …
Falling …
Landing softly, bonelessly …
Together.
He collapsed against her, completely unable to move.
That was just fine. She had no intention of letting him go anywhere soon.
Slowly, they came back to the present … nuzzling … breathing in … sighing out … hands smoothing tenderly … lips brushing gently.
"Mmmm …" Ziva sighed, shifting against him for the pure pleasure of the glide of her sweat-slicked skin against his. "Remind me to thank Tony."
Her murmured words had him tilting his head back far enough to cock an arrogant brow at her. She dipped her chin and looked down at him as she felt his head move. She nearly grinned at his expression.
DiNozzo? What the hell does he have to do with what just happened in this bed?
Nuzzling her nose against his cheek, she explained.
"If not for his suggestion to go out tonight, we might have waited even longer to do this."
Smirking, he relaxed against her once more, resting his cheek on her chest.
"That woulda been a damn shame," he observed.
"Indeed," she agreed warmly, cupping his jaw and bringing his face up for a soft kiss before hugging him to her again. "Indeed."
They lay just like that for longer than either could keep track of, talking quietly, murmuring affectionately, sharing words and touches that brought them even closer.
Before long, that desire that had been slaked but not quenched rolled through them again. This time was indeed slower … exploring every inch of each other with hands and lips … every touch deliberately arousing … every gasp, mew, yes immensely thrilling until they coupled together once more, calling for each other as the wave of completion crashed over them for a second time.
Eventually, Jethro roused just enough to turn out the light. Ziva pulled the covers over them as she curled into his side with her head on his chest.
Utterly, completely satisfied for the first time since laying eyes on each other a few days before, they drifted off to sleep.
Well ... cold shower, anyone? ;D THANKS for reading!
