Chapter Nine:
Abby grabbed ahold of Ziva's belt and pulled her upstairs. She pushed Ziva against the back of her bedroom door, her lips finding Ziva's again, pressing a thigh between the agent's legs.
Ziva threw her head back and groaned. She rocked her hips hard against Abby's leg, desperate for more contact. As Abby nipped down on her pulse point in her neck, she managed to get her thoughts together enough to push Abby back onto the bed.
Abby fell back on the bed, perfectly content to let Ziva lead. Ziva's strong fingers unclasped the wristband and collar and pulled them off of Abby. She gently kissed where the padded leather had sat all day before sitting back, resting over Abby's hips.
"Abby, look, I....I realize you like BDSM, and I know you are usually the dominant despite the collar. I am not ready for...to be your..."
Abby leaned up and claimed Ziva's lips firmly. "I know."
"Good," Ziva whispered, pulling Abby's shirt off and heading for the snap on her short skirt. Abby lifted her hips and settled back down, completely nude, and Ziva's breath caught. "You are so beautiful, Abby."
"And you are so over dressed," Abby joked, causing Ziva to quickly slide out of her T-shirt and jeans. Her face began to show her hesitation about doing what she was, until Abby pulled her into another deep kiss. Ziva's hands slid up to Abby's breasts, teasing the pale nipples to a painful tightness.
"Zi, please!"
Ziva smiled devilishly. "Please what, Abigail?" The fingers of her right hand ghosted around Abby's dripping center, but never quite touching. "My, my. How wet."
Abby groaned. "Only for you, Ziva. Please, fuck me. Hard and fa...oh, God."
Her request was cut off when Ziva slammed two fingers in deep inside of her. Abby's hips rocked and she moaned loudly as she got used to being wrapped around Ziva. After a moment, Ziva gradually started to thrust in and out of her Gothic lover, loving how Abby's walls subconsciously grabbed at her fingers and tried to pull them in deeper. She gradually built up to where her fingers were completely out of Abby before slamming back in.
Soon, every muscle in Abby's body started to coil up. She reached for Ziva, pulling her in for yet another searing kiss. "I could get used to that," she struggled to joke as Ziva's fingers found her clit.
"Please...so close...Zi..."
Ziva smiled at how low Abby's voice got. She pushed her thumb hard against Abby's clit as she bit down on her pulse point, sending Abby over that sweet edge.
Ziva lay down beside Abby, her hand tracing random patterns over Abby's stomach, waiting for the older woman to come down off of her high. As the muscles in Abby's stomach stopped twitching, she opened her eyes, still clouded over from her orgasm.
"Ziva, I could get used to that feeling."
Ziva smiled at Abby, giving a slight nod when she paused between Ziva's thighs, her eyes asking permission. At the nod, Abby pulled Ziva's slender hips up some and ran her tongue between her folds. Ziva threw her head back and groaned as Abby's silken tongue ran along her clit, pulling it in between her teeth.
"ABBY!" she cried as Abby gently bit down. Abby chuckled softly, the vibrations running straight into Ziva, sending her flying over the edge, screaming. Abby continued her work, catching Ziva's juices as they ran down her thighs. When she was certain Ziva was cleaned, she slid back up the bed, wrapping her arms around the agent.
"Abby," Ziva whispered when she could talk again. "Ab, I do want to be yours, to submit to you. Eventually."
With a smile Abby kissed her forehead. "Not before you're ready. I can wait."
