Jenny smiled, watching Ziva carefully and setting her coffee down and walking over to her younger lover. "Here, let me help with that." She purred, stepping up behind her and grabbing her shirt, pulling it off of her and tossing it over to the couch before moving her hands down, along Ziva's sides and to her front, reaching to undo her cargo's for her.
Ziva made a soft sound when Jen's fingertips brushed the skin of her stomach. "Jen," she murmured, knowing that her next Heat was right around the corner. "I am starting to think that my Heat is coming on sooner than I thought."
She purred softly, kissing Ziva's shoulder, "I think that might just be me arousing you." She mumbled softly, undoing her cargoes and hooking her thumbs around the fabric of the belt loops, planting another kiss on her shoulder and looking up at her.
Ziva purred, wishing she could urge Jenny on. But this was her office, and she wasn't sure if Cynthia knew they were together. "Jenny, is this a good idea in your office?
Jenny chuckled softly, deciding against removing at the clothing and moving her right hand down, past the fabric of her pants and into her panties. "You tell me." She whispered, her fingers delicately brushing across Ziva's clit. With a hiss of satisfaction, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth the silence herself, nuzzling her lover's neck and touching her slowly.
Ziva moaned feeling Jen's touch and the electric sensations that it caused. "I will need a gag," she managed to whimper. She would need to stifle her cries somehow. This felt so good, and she didn't want it to stop. And she knew her Heat was drawing near. She was far more sensitive to Jen's touch than she was at any other point.
Jenny shivered at Ziva's sounds and continued to touch her slowly. She cast a hand behind her, mumbling something at the door and sealing it as though it had a lock. She moved that hand up, holding it over Ziva's mouth. "Don't worry about it." She whispered, kissing her neck and grazing her skin softly, getting her working hand a little more involved, moving her finger a little more eagerly and grinding her body ever so slightly against the woman.
Every part of Ziva felt alive; humming with the joy of her growing release that was part of the Heat process. She knew her talented mate would find a way to protect their secrets. "Jen," she whimpered brokenly, small yips of pleasure breaking the staccato rhythm of her breathing.
Jenny pressed her hand harder against Ziva's mouth, keeping her sounds muffled at least a little. She kissed down her neck again, wet, hot kisses, still grinding her body forward in time with her hand. She loved this specific time, Ziva all at her will, needing her touch and so simply, she didn't need to do much more than touch her. She nuzzled behind her ear softly, mumbling things to her while she continued. She kept her hand firmly over Ziva's mouth, feeling both their bodies get hotter, and slightly damp with perspiration. She shuddered softly, feeling this woman tremble at her touch.
Ziva cried out, cursing her heat cycle. It made her so responsive to Jenny's touch, and she felt that she wouldn't hold out for much longer. Which was a shame, because she was so looking forward to pleasuring her lover at the same time.
Jenny kept a steady pace, panting softly herself simply getting aroused by the heat of the moment. She shuddered a little, moving her body with Ziva and keeping her hand over her mouth. "Sh." She purred, nipping at her earlobe gently. She knew she was playing with fire, doing this hear, restraining Ziva. Keeping her hand over her mouth like that for lack of a good gag. It was a rather arousing scene all together. Ziva's back to her body, her hand working to please the woman, her hand over her mouth to keep her sounds somewhat silenced. "Cum for me, Ziva." She whispered, pressing her hand a little harder while she spoke because she knew it would only cause Ziva to make even more sound.
Ziva's back arched against Jen's body and she let out a strangled howl, glad that her lover's hand was muffling the sound. At Jen's words, she had been pushed over the edge, and she lost herself in the intense sensations spreading through her.
Jenny braced her, "I always loved that you were a screamer." She whispered, moving her hand delicately and gradually more slow as Ziva moved through her orgasm. Her arm, while moved down Ziva's body, held her tight against her. She knew that this one, short lived encounter between her hand and Ziva wouldn't be the last, because she knew well a Wer in heat liked it often as she could get it. She smirked at the thought, kissing down her neck slowly and relaxing the hand over Ziva's mouth. She kept it there, but with no pressure, simply waiting for her to finish.
Ziva relaxed in Jen's arms, feeling slightly drained from the first of many encounters that were bound to happen between them for the next week or so, depending how long this Heat cycle was. The last of her howl died on her lips and she turned in Jen's arms, kissing her deeply.
Jenny made a soft sound, returning the kiss eagerly and moving her hand away from Ziva's pants and pushing them off of her to continue stripping her so she could change. She was still willing her own heart to stop beating so hard after that, biting at Ziva's bottom lip softly and suckling gently. She pulled away with a small smile, reaching up to undo her bra and toss it aside.
Reluctantly, Ziva changed into a large black-furred wolf, sitting at Jen's feet and looking up at her. It was so much simpler to be a wolf sometimes. Then again, she was a woman in love with her witch as well as a Wer.
Jenny smiled, reaching down to scratch the warm fur between Ziva's ears before turning and walking over to her desk. She patted her lap, offering for Ziva to come join her while she read over a few things she had left for the day. She reached up, taking her coffee and taking a drink of it before slipping her glasses on and picking something up to read.
Ziva followed Jen and settled comfortably under her desk, setting her head in her lover's lap. She could smell how turned on the redheaded woman was, and felt guilty for going straight to wolf form afterwards.
Jenny smiled, scratching Ziva's head softly and petting her muzzle. "You're such a good girl, I don't understand why you just can't be civil downstairs." She chuckled, glancing up at the door to make sure the seal was still on it.
Ziva made a soft cooing noise, followed by an annoyed grunt and the canine equivalent to the eye roll. Tony just rubbed her the wrong way, and that was not her fault.
She laughed at the sounds Ziva made in reply and patted her muzzle. "You're something else, baby." She said quietly, filling something out with her work and then leaning back in her chair and pulling Ziva's paws up into her lap and scratching her chin.
Ziva sighed when Jenny rubbed her in just the right way. Part of her wanted to leap up and curl up in Jen's lap, like they did at home. But it was so much easier with a couch.
She looked down, taking her glasses off and settling her eyes on Ziva's relaxed expression through all that dark fur. "Would you like me to go to the couch so you can sit with me?" She asked, smiling a little.
Ziva gave Jen a large wolf grin and darted over to the couch. She was glad her mate understood and seemed to know exactly what she needed.
Jenny laughed softly, getting up and waving a hand to unseal the door. She retrieved the clothing discarded on the floor and folded it, setting it in the chair near the couch. She sat down, waiting for Ziva to come up and join her with a head in her lap.
Ziva raced over to the couch and leaped onto the soft black leather with a happy little grunt. Inching closer to Jen, she moved to lie down, settling her head in her lover's lap again. This felt so good, and she made small contented cooing noises.
Jenny smiled, relaxing back against the couch and resting her head back against the wall. She scratched Ziva's neck softly, closing her eyes and simply listening to the door for any sign of anyone to come in.
Ziva yawned sleepily, the feel of Jen's hands moving through her fur relaxing her. She nuzzled her lover's hand, asking her to continue her petting.
Jenny smiled, continuing to stroke the deep brown almost black fur of the wolf pelt. "Sleep, baby. Only people that will come in here already know about you. And that'll either be Vicki or Gibbs." She nodded, "Or Cynthia." But then, there wasn't much Cynthia didn't know- they were pretty close.
Ziva grunted in protest, but after Jen made love to her in the middle of her office, she was tired. It was a pain that she fell asleep almost right afterwards. But she knew it was also part of being in heat
Jenny chuckled; watching the ceiling with a rather contented sigh as her lover fell asleep. Wer's may have been pretty dangerous, but around her Ziva was simply harmless. She kept her hearing on the door, not knowing for sure if Vicki was going to show up that night or the next.
Ziva twitched in her sleep, dreaming about the future with her mate, raising a few cubs together. A witch and a Wer, who would have thought it would work as well as it did? Smiling, she gently licked Jen's hand as she dozed.
Jenny smiled, stroking at Ziva's muzzle softly as she fell asleep, twitching slightly. She couldn't help but chuckle, wondering what Ziva might be dreaming about. This was pretty interesting, already almost an hour and still no visits? She stifled a yawn, scratching behind Ziva's ears as she dozed off a little herself, keeping a bit of awareness around her office.
Gibbs went up to Jen's office, sensing the tension from earlier, and finally putting two and two together. "Jen, Ziva's in heat, isn't she?" Maybe sending Tony down to Abby's was a bad idea today.
Jenny jumped a little when Gibbs came in and smiled, rubbing her eyes. "She's getting there. Why?" She asked, scratching Ziva's neck softly while she slept so soundly.
He winced. " How bad do you think it would be if I sent an alpha male Wer down to Abby's lab?" It wasn't exactly his brightest idea.
Jenny's eyebrows went up. "I can guarantee that ended... uh..." She made a strange expression, "you know. Put two and two together." She nodded a little, patting Ziva's muzzle softly.
He winced at the thought. "I've never heard of any cases of male Wer's going to humans. Has Vicki?" And more importantly, how would this affect Tony and Abby?
"No, as far as she knows Wer's don't like intimately interacting with humans at all." She told him, scratching her head thoughtfully. "You don't think he..."
"I don't know. It is Abby-" As if that explained everything. "She might think that she was helping, but she might have done more harm than good." And he would drain the Wer if that had happened.
"Uh... Ya might want to go check that Jethro." She said softly, looking down as Ziva came too, seemingly startled by a dream. She smiled, looking back up at him. "I've already taken care of her, but I'd suggest you make your way down there." She told him, scratching under Ziva's chin.
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