Author's note:
So, I still probably repeat myself but it's necessary because I truly and absolutely love you for your support! Thank you so much for all the reviews, follows and favorites, you really made my week.
I'm happy you're glad I'm back because I have the same feeling. It's always a pleasure to write for people like you and I can't even describe how much flattered I am with all of your compliments and kind words.
Since I don't have the chance to reply to you personally, thanks to all Guest reviewers as well, you're amazing. And to those who wonder about it – updates will be on Monday – as usual. :)
But back to the story – we continue where we left off and you'll get answers on some of your questions. And a little warning – hotness ahead! :D I'm fulfilling your wish, Eve!
P.S. Congratulations to all my German readers who love football! You deserved to win and I'm truly happy for you that you won the World Cup. :) Even though my heart was with Lionel...
Disclaimer:
I do not own NCIS or the characters, nor do I own Pretty Woman.
Pianoforte
Chapter 2
*** PREVIOUSLY ON PIANOFORTE ***
"Only me?" He whispered loudly enough for her to hear, wondering whether she really thought about just him and only him. It made him to feel so special and unique. And it turned his insides into a mush. Jeez, he was lovelorn...
She paused in surprise with his question. His husky voice made her skin tingle with anticipation and she really didn't understand him anymore. Is he really seducing me? It looked like that to her, or it was exactly what she wanted to see behind it. Her hopes suddenly rose up and even though she wasn't entirely sure about it, if he wanted to go with the flow, she was more than happy to participate.
She straightened back up and turned abruptly in his arms as his hands settled on her waist and she put her hands against his chest. She tried to calm her breathing as she looked into his amorous eyes and she lost in them for a while. "And me. Us." She replied after she recovered enough from his intense stare, sounding completely breathless as she pressed her chest against his.
*** AND NOW WE CONTINUE ***
Somewhere in the back of his head, he heard alarm bells ringing. He could feel her erected nipples through the fabrics of both of their T-shirts as well as her erratic heartbeat proven by her deep breathing which forced her chest to heave up and down and her nipples to rub his chest. It was driving him crazy, totally insane and in that moment, his small love bubble burst.
This wasn't about their feelings towards each other. Yes, her mind was full of him but in other way than he wished for. The lust and desire in her eyes was unmistakable, he saw it too much often lately whenever she looked at him. It meant the only thing – she was aroused and she chose him for gratifying her need. But why now? What has changed so radically that she suddenly was so open to everything?
He closed his eyes for a while to calm his libido down because his body started to react to the way her hands began to roam over his chest in attempt to show him what exactly she wanted from him. He couldn't do it, as much as he wanted it, he just couldn't. The moment he experienced few seconds ago proved it to him. In one second he was behaving like a teenager in love because she admitted that she thought about him and in another one, he realized that it had nothing to do with her feelings for him as much as it had to do with her arousal.
He opened his eyes and caught her gaze that was travelling between his eyes and his lips, silently asking for permission. He shook lightly with his head and withdrew his hands from her waist so quickly that it looked like if he was burnt. He stepped away from her, ignoring her hurt expression and went over back to the piano like if it could save him from everything bad in this world.
Ziva felt like crying, she should have known that it wouldn't work on him, that he wouldn't give her what she longed for. The problem was that she knew it before he even came closer to her. She knew him long enough to know how he treated people he loved and since he was in love with her, she was sure he would do everything to keep his self-control and that some little innuendo or innocent suggestion wouldn't make him to lose it.
Unlike her – she was losing it all over again. She swallowed hard the rejection and leaned her forehead against the window, trying to absorb the coldness and calm down those butterflies in her stomach. Not that it was helping because she could feel his gaze on her back as he probably fought with himself whether to go to comfort her and risk the physical contact.
She sighed when he began to play on the piano quietly. She didn't understand herself anymore and mainly – why she wanted him so much. She didn't know why such thoughts appeared in her mind after his confession, or intensified and became more vivid to the extent she couldn't control them was better to say, because those thoughts were in her mind since the first day they've met.
It was like if the confession revealed his pure intentions with her and proved her that she wouldn't be just another notch in his bedpost which was one of the things that prevented her from jumping his bones before. She always had the impression that it would be just a fling for him, that he didn't search for anything else than an entertainment and satisfying his curiosity but once she learnt it was all different than she thought, she couldn't help herself from wanting him.
And she wanted him very, very badly. She was pretty aware of that she now wanted from him exactly what previously prevented her from giving in to the temptation. She wanted a fling, casual sex with him so her mind could clear up and she could finally categorize her thoughts. But it was exactly what he now wasn't looking for. He wanted her forever, not for just one wild, passionate night.
She deeply inhaled and exhaled, turning around and actually smiling at the vision she had in front of her. Her mouth watered at the sight how he was sitting at the piano, playing on it with closed eyes and sensing the melody and her nasty mind was again prodding her with inappropriate thoughts how yummy and sexy he looked in the grey T-shirt and matching sweatpants.
She did a step forward, totally enchanted by his looks until she stopped at the piano and leaned against it to keep herself standing. He wasn't looking at her, well he was refusing to look at her, knowing that it might be death of him and he certainly didn't want to risk it. He was like an allurement for her, her arms ached to touch him in all those right places and she again felt very aroused by her own overactive imagination.
Tony continued playing, unsuccessfully trying to ignore her yearning gaze, knowing that he might lose it right here and now. He just hoped she won't come any closer because he could feel her scent very clearly even from this distance. He knew that he would have to go back to his bedroom soon if he was supposed to survive this night without doing anything stupid.
Ziva, however, wasn't giving up so easily. How she stood at the piano and watched him, another exciting idea found a way into her mind and she decided to go for it. She promised herself that it will be the last advance towards him – it will either work or not, she didn't have anything to lose right now. Her highest hope was that it will work in a way she wanted, but at least it could make him talk to her and she might get to the explanation why she behaved to him like that.
She waited for the best moment when only his left hand played on the keys and squeezed herself in between his arms, standing right in front of him and his partially parted legs as he was sitting on the bench. He stopped playing immediately as he stiffened when she did what she did while his arms were now touching her hips and his face was dangerously close to her belly.
She put her hands on the piano, leaning against it and waited for him to get it. He lowered his head and closed his eyes for a moment, his mind producing a memory of certain movie scene from Pretty Woman when Edward (Richard Gere) played on the piano and Vivian (Julia Roberts) went to search for him. He didn't have to be such a great movie fan to know how the scene ended – he was a businessman and she was a prostitute after all.
He didn't know whether it was her intention to make him think about this particular scene because she wasn't wrapped in the bathrobe and didn't wear some black satin nightie like Julia Roberts did but he couldn't help himself. He was weak, he knew that. She was making havoc in his head and he wanted so much to know what exactly was behind her current behavior – whether she was just horny or if it had something to do with him. However, he was too gutless to ask her because he was afraid that she might give him an answer he wouldn't like and that it might bury his hopes with her once and for all.
His hands slid off the piano keys and found their way on her waist as he tried to find some support even though he wasn't standing but sitting. He leaned his head against her belly, causing her to gasp and shiver with excitement. He could feel the heat emitting from her body through her abdomen which only proved him even more that she was aroused as hell and wanted from him to satisfy her.
He opened his eyes and gazed at her bare long slender legs which were tempting him to touch them. He sighed in desperation, fighting with his libido as best he could. He lifted his head back up to her, rubbing his nose over her belly, earning a whimper from her as she stood up on her toes to hold the passion inside and not to explode right here and now. His eyes roamed over the upper part of her body that was covered with the material of the T-shirt he gave her as he gazed into those brown orbs of hers.
He saw the expectation in her twinkling eyes as the lust controlled her mind, her chest heaving with short ragged breaths, looking like some miracle when another flash of the light illuminated the room. He noticed as her hands curled into fists in attempt to prevent herself from touching him, waiting for his actions and whether he wanted the same thing as she. She wanted him to do the first step because she knew that it was primarily his feelings that were at stake right now.
"What is this, hm? Some kind of 'Pretty Woman' remake?" He asked her, wanting from her to directly tell him what she expected and couldn't help than refer to the movie. There were too many similarities for his liking.
She smiled at him sweetly, glad that he got the reference because she actually thought about the same exact scene from the same movie as well. She was even more thrilled that his hands started to gently massage her waist, causing her legs to turn into jelly but she supported herself as she was leaning against the piano. She raised her hand and slowly stroked his cheek few times, running her fingers over his lips for a little while.
"It may be. If you want." She replied quietly, still giving him the chance to reject her, showing him that she was considerate of his feelings and that it didn't escape her notice what movie they both had in mind.
His hands stilled as he stared at her totally stunned because he couldn't believe that she just propositioned herself to him so directly. It wasn't some hint, some flirting remark, some innuendo or some double entendre they usually practiced. This was rather straightforward suggestion – if you want me, just take me, I'm here, willing to give in and open to everything you want to do with me.
He looked at her hand that shifted from his face on his shoulder, giving him a squeeze to assure him that he wasn't dreaming and she meant it in all seriousness. He sighed shakily, not knowing what to do and how he got into this mess and leaned his head against her belly once again but this time she didn't keep her hands for herself. She immediately reached with them into his hair, forcing him to purr in delight which caused another heat wave to rush over her over-excited body.
He dug his fingers into the skin of her waist desperately, nuzzling her belly with his nose, loving the way she gasped everytime he did so. He then leaned into the hand that raked his hair, moving with his head so her hand shifted on his mouth somehow and he sighed deeply. He didn't have any idea what to do, what was wrong and what was right, he began to lose it.
He kissed and licked the palm of her left hand and lifted his head back up to her. He watched the darkened pupils of hers for a while and then his hands moved up and down on her back, caressing her body through the T-shirt's material. He noticed she didn't wear a bra as he admired the way she wiggled with her body when his hands touched her in such intimate way.
He also saw as she bit her lip hardly, trying to stifle the moan because she was afraid that it might pull him out of his reverie and she definitely didn't want it to happen. However, she couldn't stop herself and moaned loudly when he put his hands on the small of her back and pushed her forward, making him to bury his nose right into her bellybutton.
Judging by the heat he could feel radiating from her body, he knew that she was burning to the point she was almost sweating with desire. He boosted it by his own actions when he kissed her belly and she moaned softly, putting her hands on his shoulders to find some support because she needed to stand still. He could feel her hot breath on the back of his skull and cursed himself for what he just did but he couldn't help it.
His eyes again focused on her smooth legs and he wondered how the skin on them tasted and what it would do to her if he touched them. The idea soon turned into reality when he slid his left hand down from her waist onto her right leg, lifting it up and putting her foot on the bench next to him. She watched him wordlessly, the lustful haze preventing her from creating any coherent thought.
The only realization that hit her was that she didn't have any panties and wondered whether he will notice it since her lap was rather open to him right now. She flexed her inner muscles tightly, hoping that none of the wetness she had in between her legs will escape because she still wasn't sure if this all meant what she wished for it to mean. She was glad now actually that the T-shirt was so oversized so he couldn't exactly tell.
He rolled up the T-shirt a bit higher and she didn't dare to breathe as she waited for what he will do. He started to rub his hands from her thigh, across her knee down her calf and stopped at her foot. His fingers gently and slowly brushed the skin on her toe, tickling her a bit but she didn't mind it at all. Her hands reached back behind her and gripped the rim of the piano to help her standing and not to fall on top of him.
She watched as he delicately and with sacred admiration inspected her calf like if it was the most amazing thing in the world. His thumb then reached her knee and he began to massage the sensitive skin there, paying most of the attention to her knee pit. She couldn't help the heat that rushed through her as a soft moan escaped her lips, making them both to think about nasty things they could do to each other.
He then played with the hem of the T-shirt on her thigh and finally noticed the heat emitting from beneath and smiled when he realized that she really had to be aroused very much if she was letting him to do this all. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes questioningly. She didn't reply because she didn't know how and just licked her lips to moisten them, leaning down for a kiss.
Her movement was stopped in the half-way when he lowered his head again and attached his lips to her calf, making her to moan loudly this time as she straightened and her knuckles went white. To finally feel his lips somewhere else than her fingers, cheek, temple or her own lips was causing tingling all over her body, not just on the calf that was worshiped by that marvelous mouth of his.
He almost sent her over the edge when his lips sucked on her knee and his tongue buried into her knee pit. She stood up on her toe with her second foot and moaned even louder than before, thinking that she will shatter soon. "Tony..." She managed to rasp with another moan between her shallow breaths.
The use of his name made him to stop because he realized that he stopped control himself for a while there. He didn't know why he did it but it felt amazing to touch her in such intimate way, knowing that she actually wanted him to touch her like that. He knew she will appreciate it but what he didn't know was what it will do to him. He promised himself something and now he was shamelessly breaking it because he couldn't resist to the temptation she was representing.
He just wanted to have a taste of her delicate skin and he had to admit it surpassed all of his previous expectations. It was a mixture of the sweetness he always imagined – something between dark chocolate and hazelnuts but with addition that was so uniquely her and which he hasn't known yet. And he was sure that she still had some flavors he had yet to find out and taste.
He sighed deeply, withdrawing his hands from her leg, trying desperately to regain the control over his body. This had to stop if he was supposed to keep his sanity, he knew it very well. It didn't have to be so bad that he got carried away for a moment, he hoped she will comprehend his reasons. She registered that something changed in him but she didn't know whether for good or for bad. Deep inside, she knew that it was the latter though. And he proved it right away.
He pushed away the bench, causing her leg to drop back down on the floor and stood up abruptly right in front of her. She gasped when she felt his body pressed onto hers and her eyes immediately darted to his lips, wondering whether she was wrong and it was actually the first option. Maybe he wants to kiss her... Her breathing labored again and she unconsciously tilted her head and leaned it forward, waiting for the kiss that didn't come.
"This is a flattering offer..." He began, risking some contact as he tucked a strand of her untamed hair which curled naturally after they got wrenched because of the storm outside, "...but I don't want just that." He finished, seeking for the comprehension in her eyes. She had to understand that once he lets his desire for her to overpower him, he won't be able to stop, he won't be able to let her go. There was no possibility of ordinary one-night stand, his feelings for her were too strong.
The End of Chapter 2
Hm... So what do you say? Did you like it? I really hope so! Poor Ziva, she experienced two rejections in one chapter... But she's very persistent, don't worry about her. In no time, she will try it again – in the next chapter. :) And maybe it'll include some kind of 'serious' talk – maybe she'll indirectly tell him about her feelings for him? :) You have to wait until Monday to find out...
Thank you again for everything, I love you all for it and I hope you'll continue to enjoy this. ;) Have a nice week!
