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THE CORSET fantasy
Tony's mind once again was wondering from his work and settled on the most interesting topic of Ziva. He sighed. An old friend of his had been grumbling to him over drinks last night, about how much his girlfriend liked to watch historical movies and how bored he was. The friend got Tony to pick his brains on which movies were the least boring and any new ones they hadn't seen because Marie Antoinette seven times round for a guy, was really, really boring. Tony had mentally congratulated himself on being single in this particular moment in time and bought his friend another drink.
However, the idea of a historical fantasy didn't seem boring in the least. His mental kid giggled helplessly at the thought of McGee in garters but the adult soon took over. Ziva in a massive, embroidered dress. The tiny waist, the jewels and pearls sewn on intricately, the blossoming sleeves and how the corset not only gave the perfect, constrained figure, but the way the breasts were forces to almost roll over the top. Of course there would be a lot of rolling going on.
He imagined the delicate taking of a crystal glass, the diplomatic shrug she would give in polite society, the burning eyes over the fluttering fan, and the curve of her lips at the court jester.
The sexiest thing ever that a woman in historical and constraining clothing could do had dawned on Tony when he was watching an old Henry the eighth movie with a girl a few years back. Since then, every single movie that Tony had sat through with a past setting, he had willed the female heroine to do this. One day it happened, but he had been so disappointed with the way she had pulled it off he had banished it from his mind. Deep down he knew that only one lady would be able to do it for him.
It was this; the stiff erect form in dress, being let go by a slow, simple head roll. Closing the eyes letting the head roll back slowly, leaving the neck exposed, the parting of red lips and then, when it was on the way back up the parting of the long lashes from the cheek and the locking of the eyes with Tony. If the lady could of course pull it off, which would probably mean her name would be Ziva, then he would marry her, straight away. Or as soon as society would allow.
He imagined the wedding night. Some guys fantasised endlessly about virgins and now good their teenage years had been because of this. But Tony was skilled enough to know that this wasn't important in the long run. Virginities were usually quick, messy and kind of shitty for the girl. So the Ziva of history became skilled, but tight, experienced but virtuous.
He had seen in a movie how a man had cut away a garment that had probably cost thousands of pounds with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. He imagined what that would be like; Ziva watching him as he sniped away at her fabulous dress and as it fell away looking up at him with raised eyebrows, as if asking him her opinion. She would probably see conformation in his eyes or even the swelling of his codpiece and suddenly she was pushing him down on the grand marriage bed.
The rolling over of breasts on the corset would be even more accentuated by the removal of clothes and slowly the Ziva in his fantasy reached behind and started to pull at the laces of her prison. But, as this would be difficult, Tony sat up and was now sitting behind her doing it tantalisingly slowly for her and she was rolling her head again, but this time resting it on his shoulder. As he pulled it away, and let his hands fly over her body, rubbing the welts that the garment made and she was letting her eyes roll with pleasure from the freedom and escape of Tony's soft and experienced hands.
"Give this to Abby will you Tony, seeing as you're not doing anything else. And then go home." Tony barely had time to register Gibbs sweeping past and the apparent kindness he had just treated him with before he got shocked by the darkness of the sky and the absence of both Ziva and McGee.
He got up slowly and tried to drag himself away from Ziva's fluttering fan which moments before she had been flirtatiously hiding her nakedness behind.
THE CORSET reality
Tony groggily took the lift down to the lab with the folder Gibbs had chucked on his desk and got out at the ding. However, he stopped rubbing his eyes sleepily when he heard the sounds of grunts and gasps coming from the room behind. He entered hesitantly, but defiantly not reluctantly, and thought he still might be dreaming.
Ziva had both hands spread-eagled on Abby's desk and was panting and gasping, apparently trying to move the table. A second later, Tony realised that she was actually leaning against it for support as Abby tugged and heaved at something from behind. That would be the grunts.
"Are you sure that this is worth it Abby?!" Ziva gasped as Abby gave yet another heave at what Tony now realised was a sleek black corset, probably borrowed from Abby's wardrobe. Colour flooded to his face in shock and pleasure, "this was what it must be like to have been McGee when Abby was Marilyn" ran through his mind.
"Trust me, it's worth it!" Abbey said, tongue between her teeth as she tugged.
"Trust me" thought Tony as he continued to watch the spectacle. Abby seemed to be satisfied as she was now tying the strings but Ziva was still leaning on the table looking as if she were trying to remember how to breath.
"Ta-da!" Abby said finally. She opened the door of one of her cupboards to reveal a long mirror that allowed Ziva to examine her physique in full. Her eyes filled with pleasure as she did so and the familiar sexy curve tugged at her lips. The corset brought in her waist; not that she needed it, but meant that her chest did indeed curve slightly over the top of the garment, though not as much as in Tony's fantasy. Her eyes were dark and smoky with eye shadow and eyeliner and she was wearing black jeans with black boots that made her legs long and tapering. Suddenly, she caught sight of Tony in the mirror. She looked like the cat that got the cream.
She turned on her heel and gave Abby a kiss on the cheek and said "It's gorgeous, thank you, I'm sure Gregory will love it." These words were only partly discernable to Tony who peered over suspiciously.
"I just hope you don't have too much trouble getting out of it!" said Abby, slightly concerned.
"Oh, don't worry; I'm sure I'll manage it somehow...." This sentence was obviously meant to imply that Gregory was going to be doing the managing. A flame of fury burned in Tony suddenly but he kept his face a mask. He didn't want to lose the game.
"Ha, I'm sure you will" Said Abby under her breath. Ziva smiled at her.
"Thank you again Abby" Ziva murmured.
She picked up her evening bag which was slung on Abby's desk chair and walked over to the door, where Tony was still standing in shell shock. She stopped by him and looked him up and down. Her face was only a few inches from his as she was taller in her heels and was close because she had to get past him to the door. She looked deep into his eyes and held it. Her hair was straightened and regally long and down. Ziva broke his gaze and said to Abby "You were right, it's definitely worth it." She turned on her heel and walked out.
A few seconds later Tony had the strength to move and he set down the folder on Abby's desk who was typing with a smile on her face, but refusing to look at him.
"Who, What, When, Where, Why." He said simply. She giggled and shook her head.
He sighed.
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