Thank you to those of you who have reviewed my story so far, here is chapter 4 I hope you enjoy!
GIBBS' HOUSE
1100 ZULU
When the kiss had finally ended Gibbs helped Ziva off the floor, rubbing the back of his head he looked at anything other than her, "I, ahhh, don't know what just happened but we, ahhh, can't let it happen again, it's not that I don't like you or anything but I'm your boss, and it's ahhh just not right," he said as he stumbled over his words.
She nodded in understanding and grabbed his hand, "It is all right Gibbs," she smiled at him and he found himself giving a small one in return. "I should go now," she turned and released his hand but his grip suddenly tightened and she looked up at him in question.
Before she could ask him what was wrong Gibbs swung her around and had her pressed up against the kitchen bench kissing her with so much passion it took her breath away.
"This is wrong," he mumbled into her neck as he continued his assault southwards, down past her collar bone and finally pausing at the valley of her ample breasts.
"Hhhmmm, so wrong," she moaned back as one of her hands grasped the front of his shirt and the other played with the peppering of hair she found at the nape of his neck.
Reclaiming her lips with his, he brought down one of his hands and swiped the drying plates and cutlery to the floor while the other grabbed her behind and swiftly lifted her onto the bench. Seeing the incredulous look Ziva gave him he replied, "I've got to clean up DiNozzo's mess anyway, whats a few more?"
She groaned in response. Grabbing his shirt she pulled the front open causing the buttons to clatter to the floor as she divested him of the material covering his chest. Once that was done she then went to take her own off but he stopped her hands, "I want to do that," he murmured into the nape of her neck. With both hands on the collar of her shirt he then proceeded to rip it in two. "Are you trying to kill me Ziva," he moaned when he saw that she was wearing a red lacey bra. Placing both of her feet on his hips she then slid his shorts and boxes off down his legs. Wrapping her legs around his waist she pulled him in closer to her. Gibbs groaned as he felt the wet heat between her legs through the thin fabric of her skirt and knickers. In one swift movement he had clasped her skirt and underwear in his hands and pulled ripping the articles of clothing of her body, nearly dragging her to the floor in the process.
"Egar are we?" she pured as he tore her bra off with his teeth.
"You should know how impatient I am by now Ziva!" he grunted just before pulling a nipple into his mouth.
"Gibbs. Room. Now," she moaned as she pushed him with enough force that he reeled back and crashed into a wall in the hall causing photos to clatter to the floor. Sliding off the counter top she stalked towards the stunned marine like a lioness would her pray.
"Like it rough do you?" he grumbled when he had regained his balance. Before she could respond, he pushed her backwards and into a low lying table, falling she landed heavily with a thump on the pile of broken wood and magazines. "Oh god Ziva," he panicked as he ran over to her.
Lifting one of her legs she swung it around hitting Gibbs in the knee and sent him crashing to the floor beside her. "You have no idea," she growled. Once both were back on their feet she once again pounced on the heavily breathing and very turned on agent.
He had had many sexual partners before but nothing like this. She was petite but strong, rough but gentle, dominant but submissive and oh how he liked it.
"Aren't you just a little fire cracker?" he moaned as he once again started his assault on her neck.
Kissing, sucking, and nibbling their way they finally made it to Gibbs' bedroom.
The primal animalistic urge was so strong that neither could tell the difference between pleasure and pain as bite marks and scratches were made on both of their bodies.
After hours of pushing, shoving, grunting and groaning Gibbs collapsed sated beside Ziva. "Wow, that was. . . . . . wow!" She panted.
"That's what they all say," he grunted causing him to receive a slap across his cheek. Looking over at her sweat coated body he smiled, "I see your ready for round three?"
"Definitely, but I have one question," she gave him a wolfish grin as she pinched one of his nipples between her fingers.
"Yeah," he gasped.
"How did we end up down stairs again?" she questioned as they both for the first time took a look at their surroundings.
"I don't know," he replied as he looked from the broken shelf to the books scattered on the floor, to the shattered lamp and the ripped cushions. "We can think about that later," he murmured as he rolled on top of the young Israeli. Bringing his hand up he caressed her head of chocolate curls that were fanned out over the white throw that was underneath them. His hand continued down pass her red and swollen lips, over her heaving breasts, pausing at her belly button as he suddenly became entranced with the glow from the fire as it flickered and danced around her feminine golden form. "You're so beautiful Ziva," he murmured.
"That's what they all say," she smirked causing a low growl from him.
This time when they made love it was more delicate and slower than their last few sessions. No wood was broken, no marks of pain were inflicted. Instead his lips and hands caressed her with such gentleness, which she never thought could come from the seasoned marine, that Ziva nearly cried. He worshipped her like no man had ever done before.
It was early in the morning when Gibbs finally walked Ziva to the door, "You know you can stay if you want to," he whispered as he kissed his way down her neck stopping at her exposed shoulder.
"I would love to but I need to have a shower and get a fresh change of clothes before work," she smiled as she held up the torn remnants of her outfit she had warn that evening.
"I don't think you need a change of clothes, you look pretty sexy in that shirt of mine!" he said as he pressed her up against the front door, his rough hands blazing a trail of desire and want up her thigh and under the light material of the baggy NCIS shirt.
"I'm sure Tony would have some smart ass remark to say, yes?" she moaned as she gently pushed him back. "If you don't stop that we both won't make it to work on time, I will see you at six." Giving him a quick kiss she hurriedly opened the door. "By Jethro," she purred before shutting the door and quickly made her way towards her car.
As Ziva drove through the streets of Washington she couldn't help but think back to her amazing evening. Her mind kept flashing back to his rough and strong hands as they touched her. His well defined stomach muscles as they clenched under her touch. She smiled and sighed, she couldn't wait to get to work.
If it had been any other time though, the normally on guard Mossad officer would have noticed a black van weaving in and out of traffic a few car lengths behind.
TBC
So I hope this is drawing you guys in, I had to add my little bit of the movie Mr and Mrs Smith, I can just see Ziva being pretty rough when it comes to the certain things in life, same goes for Gibbs, so please review and tell me what you think so far and if there is anything you want added or just to tell me how to improve let me know, I'll try and cater for you.
Once again a big thankyou to those of you who have either reviewed, put my storys in their favorite list or put me on author update, it feels good to know you all like my story :o)
