For marshmeg
Light bulb
She deepened the kiss, straddling herself on top of him, pushing him deeper into the pillows.
Ziva nipped at his bottom lip. A soft moan escaped him.
The light bulb flickered.
He cupped her face in his hands while she ran her fingers through his soft, silky hair.
The light flickered once more.
She changed her course of direction, planting hard kisses down his neck, reaching his shoulder.
And yet again, the light bulb flickered.
"Tell me that's bothering you as much as it is me." He pleaded softly as she made her way back up his neck.
"What?" she asked confused, breathless; it is obvious in her voice that it went unnoticed by her.
"The light. Its flickering." He let out a small yelp as she nibbled at his ear unexpectedly.
"Are you joking?" she asked, coming face to face with him.
But the pure innocence and agitation in his eyes told her otherwise.
She let out a deep sigh, climbing off of him. "Turn it off." Her voice was filled with exasperation.
"I'll be right back." He planted a quick kiss to her temple and heard her giggle softly as he ran to the lamp, naked.
"I cannot believe you are cockblocking yourself over a lamp."
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