Chapter 3:

She had been surprised by his sudden move and it took her a moment to react to the kiss. Leroy Jethro Gibbs was pressing her into a table, kissing her senseless. Senseless. That was the last word she could think of and the state that overtook her easily. She stopped thinking, stopped telling herself that this was wrong in any way.

Without a warning, Jethro lifted her off the floor and onto the table. Some papers were falling off the edge of the table, some would never be flat again. The sounds of their kisses filled the room, only interrupted by their rapid breathing, whenever they had to come up for air.

The copy machine had fallen silent again and seemed to be quite content with the situation until Ziva's hairclip was thrown on it. Gibbs had been way too eager in letting her hair down and throwing the hairclip over his shoulder, he had smiled at Ziva for a second, proudly taking in the beauty of her hair. As he was just about to bury one of his hands in her hair and kiss her again, the copy machine started up again.

*ruffffffffff* *rrrrrrrrrufffffffffff*

Out of breath, Ziva and Gibbs put their foreheads together and stopped in their tracks. Gibbs' hand was half tangled in her hair and lightly caressing her neck, while his other hand was still at her hip, where it had landed when he had lifted her onto the table. One of Ziva's hands had come up to ruffle through his hair earlier and her arm was now wrapped around his neck. The other one had somehow found the edge of his pants and had quickly slipped into them, her fingertips lightly caressing his butt. Her legs were wrapped around his hips and his pants were showing a very obvious bulge.

It could have been an interesting picture for anyone who walked through the door they had left open, or even for anyone who walked past the room. Good thing this hallway is as abandoned as it is. Ziva thought as she opened her eyes slowly, looking past him at the open door.

Her hand slowly left his pants, partly because she didn't want to make a big deal of the fact that it had been there, and partly because she simple didn't want to take it out of there. Jethro's eyes opened to look at her, smiling and silently cursing the copy machine.

'We should probably close the door, if this is going to lead somewhere.', she said, looking at him through long lashes, smiling seductively – as if he needed more seducing.

He untangled himself form her and closed the door, leaving them in even dimmer light and with a closed, but unlocked door. The copy machine had gone back into standby and everything was silent for a moment as they looked at each other. Somehow, knowing that they both wanted this, felt better than anything they could ever have expected.

TBC

A/N: I felt like writing some more, so here you go. Again: Reviewers get imaginary cookies :D