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Author's Note: Only one more chapter after this! Thank you all for the R&R's! This chapter has been the hardest to write so far, so I do apologize for the posting delay. Hopefully the wait was worth it ;)
Disclaimer: NCIS and all of its associated properties are not mine. I do not claim or intend for them to be.
Summary: Ziva and Gibbs have a trip to take. An un-expected trip.
Rating: T (Mentioned themes, not too bad. :) )
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Ziva heard Jethro's words and couldn't help but feel…wanted.
That was a good way of putting it.
And that was a feeling she had missed in her life. It was about time she got it back.
Responding to his kiss, suddenly her world is turned upside down.
Literally.
Gibbs could take being on the bottom no longer and now is straddling her.
Kissing her neck his hands begin again, slowly making their way up from her waist, to her ribs, and finally to her breasts.
The moan that Ziva lets out gives a new definition to both pleasurable and loud.
And Gibbs, well he unexpectedly had an idea.
One that just might get him killed.
Moving his lips away from her neck, he stops his motions which causes Ziva to look at him. Gibbs only smiles and kisses her slowly.
And that's it.
His hands move away from her body, he breaks the kiss, leaving a very bewildered looking Ziva as he moves to lay beside her. She doesn't get the chance to form a question, Gibbs has that covered:
"We've waited this long, few more hours won't kill ya."
'But you might kill me.'
Ziva rolls on her side to look at him, and Gibbs is serious. He has something up his shirt, Ziva knows:
"You have some sort of plan up your shirt, I am guessing?"
"Up my sleeve,"
Gibbs looks at her and can't believe he's making her wait for them to be together like this. They've waited long enough, right?
Apparently not:
"Yes, I've got a plan."
She has to smile even though she had something else on her mind:
"Will you let me in on this plan?"
He had to toy with her. He couldn't help himself. But above all else he wanted tonight to be special. It was what Ziva deserved:
"Maybe,"
He kisses her forehead then gets out of bed:
"Get dressed. Gonna be outside today."
Gibbs smiles at her before he makes his way across the hall to get dressed himself.
And make coffee, he needed coffee.
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Outside?
Yeah they were definitely outside.
Gibbs had taken Ziva about forty-five minutes away to what could only be described as an older and well-aged ranch.
Horses, stables, saddles, cool weather, and Leroy Jethro Gibbs surrounded Ziva David.
How the hell he came up with the idea to take her horseback riding, Ziva would never know.
She was just glad she'd worn jeans.
The trail they rode side-by-side led them through pockets of deep green trees, past paths of rocks and pebbles, and they finally came to a resting spot near a small body of water.
Letting the horses rest for a moment and get a drink of water, Ziva and Gibbs sit on the ground, enjoying the view:
"What gave you the idea for this?"
Ziva had definitely been curious. The whole trip had come completely out of nowhere, but she was enjoying herself:
"Been coming here for years. Thought it would be good to get out of the city for a while."
Ziva smiles and Gibbs had a very good point. She scoots closer to him and rests her head on his shoulder. Instinctively, he wraps his arm around her waist.
There was a topic Gibbs wanted to bring up, but he was still unsure of how to first mention it.
Deciding that he would wait until tomorrow to address it, he let the silence linger, enjoying just being with her.
It was things like this he had missed in his life. Moments of calm relaxation, with no cases, those were the best:
"Jethro?"
"Mmmm?"
"You do know that I am not a red-head, correct?"
Leaning away, he looks into her eyes with a confused expression on his face:
"Yeah. Where'd that come from?"
Ziva suppressed a small smile, she hadn't realized she forgot to tell him this:
"Before I entered the bullpen with Tony, asking you to join us on the elevator, we shared some words in the break room."
Gibbs knew where this was going and it wan't a good place:
"He say something to you?"
She nods:
"Yes. He wanted…to know if I was seeing you. I asked him why he would think that, that I was a brunette. Tony told me that it never seemed to matter to you through the years, or that was his point of view."
Gibbs smirked and surprisingly he wasn't really mad. Tony was right, he went against his usual style with Ziva:
"Wouldn't change ya if I had to. Like ya as you are Ziver."
She smiles and looks away, compliments like those were very rare for Ziva to hear.
Especially when they were about herself.
When she does look back at Gibbs, he's smiling widely:
"Have I missed something?"
Kissing her on the cheek, he answers:
"Nope."
Ziva let it go and reminded herself that she and Gibbs had two days off. They'd earned relaxation, haven't they?
They watched the horses drink and the wind blow through the trees, making a sound all their own.
Gibbs thought when he moved in with Ziva, she would tell him what she went through after a week or two. But when that didn't happen, Gibbs realized he would be staying for a while longer.
And he didn't mind.
When he had to bring more clothes to her place and a few more tools, Gibbs and his gut knew it would take more work than he had originally thought to get her to speak up about what happened.
Obviously, he didn't want to add more pain or stress to her life. But Somalia would eat her up if she let it, especially by not opening up.
He would form his game-plan today, execute tomorrow. Those memories would get in the open, she would assess them, and in the end hopefully feel better.
That's what his gut said anyway.
Yet Gibbs was brought back to where they were because of Ziva. She had moved herself so she has her head in his lap, looking up at him.
He looks down at her and smiles. Running his fingers through her hair in a common pattern, Ziva closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
They stayed like that for a while, just trying to clear their minds and relax in the scenery that engrossed them in beauty.
Around thirty minutes later, they got back on the horses and finished the ride that Gibbs seemed to know by heart. The trail finished about twenty feet away from where it started, and putting the horses back in the stables, Ziva had to admit-she felt very relaxed.
Walking out of the barn side-by-side, Ziva puts her arm around Gibbs' waist:
"Thank you for this Jethro."
Gibbs puts his arm around her shoulders and kisses her temple:
"Anytime."
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On the drive back to her place, Ziva had been nodding in and out, trying to fight off the temptation of a quick nap. Her legs were slightly sore, but nothing she couldn't handle. The trip was worth it.
Sitting up straighter in her seat, maybe a change of position would wake her up.
Looking over at Gibbs, focused on the road, the weeks she had spent with him had been…well great.
She never felt alone.
No, she didn't openly talk to him about her demons, but she knew Gibbs would listen if she ever did.
Ziva had gotten comfortable with having him around and she learned the smell of sawdust was something she had the privilege of loving.
Loving?
When did that word enter the conservation?
Did Ziva David love Jethro Gibbs?
Her heart did not truly love Rivkin. It didn't.
He filled a void, was a means to an end. Ziva never let her walls down enough to honestly love him.
And when they were together, it wasn't Rivkin she was picturing.
It was the man next to her at this particular moment.
So what did that mean?
When she was sleeping with another man, the entire time she was imaging Jethro Gibbs was the one who was ravishing her.
Someone would say that meant she was in love.
Most likely Abby.
And Abby was a smart woman.
Suddenly Ziva feels a hand on her shoulder and is brought back to the present:
"Ziver? You okay?"
She looks at Gibbs and can tell he's been trying to speak to her before she finally heard him:
"Yes, I was just thinking. What were you saying?"
Looking between her and the road:
"Asking why you were so distracted."
His hand falls from her shoulder and finds a new spot on her knee. She wouldn't lie to Gibbs but she wasn't about to spill her guts either:
"I was just thinking about all that has happened since my…return."
That was true:
"Good or bad?"
Both had occurred:
"The good,"
Smirking, Gibbs nods. He had an idea of what she meant, though he couldn't be sure. Luckily, Ziva clarified:
"Becoming an agent, having a roommate."
She lets the sentence hang in the air. It was true. Having Gibbs as a roommate was definitely something on the good side:
"Wasn't gonna let ya go through it alone."
"And you haven't."
Ziva didn't know she was going to say that, it kind of just came out. But she was glad, it was the truth.
And she trusted Gibbs. Completely.
They finished the ride in silence and when they arrived back at her place, things quickly changed.
Each took a shower and got re-dressed. Meeting in the kitchen they shared a small meal of leftover take-out and made their way to the living room. Distracting themselves with the t.v. for a little while, desire quickly re-surfaced.
Though Ziva was the initiator when it came to the kiss, Gibbs knew how to keep up.
They made their way upstairs and to her bedroom, leaving clothing along the way.
Their first time together was slow and careful and worth every single moment of waiting.
Finding new places to caress, Gibbs also heard new sounds from Ziva. Each gave to the other whatever was wanted, needed.
The passion rose to a new level and Ziva knew that there would be no going back for her. She was in this for the long run, even if she hadn't told Gibbs that yet.
Feeling the woman beneath his fingertips drove him wild and he completely and utterly gave in to every feeling and every desire.
There was no holding back for either of them.
Mouths touched, fingers roamed, moans voiced, and feelings felt.
Each found a new horizon of passion and they found it together. Ziva was taken places by Gibbs she had never been taken before and she gave back just as good as she received.
When they could handle no more, they each fell and they fell together.
Lying side-by-side enjoying the aftermath, breathing trying to even out, nothing mattered except the person they were lying next to.
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