Rifiuto: Non Mirena

Thanks to mcgeeksgirl for reviewing 76, DS2010 and Reader aka Sun Samurai for reviewing 75 and 76.

He's almost here. My son is almost born.

The contractions were just as hard, just as painful as they'd been before, grabbing her around the waist and doing their absolute best to completely wring her dry. She let out a groan, tensing up before stopping, realizing that she was wasting her energy fighting the pain. A moment passed, before she tilted her head back, meeting Tim's gaze.

"You're doing amazing, sweetheart. Absolut-" But she cut him off, reaching up and sliding an arm around his neck, tugging him down until their lips met in a soft kiss. "Ziva-" She kissed him again, her other hand sliding into his and squeezing.

Jeanne chuckled, realizing what was going on; it was something she'd seen a dozen times before- laboring mothers finally giving in to the pain their bodies had put them through, allowing the same muscles responsible for birth- also the same ones responsible for orgasm- take over. Oftentimes, even if the labor process itself wasn't orgasmic at all, the birth would be and vice versa. And it wasn't uncommon for a woman experiencing an orgasmic birth to drag her husband into the experience- from kissing to touching and soft whispered words- anything the mother wanted at that stage was given to her.

Sarah, who'd set up the video camera again, slowly lowered the photography camera she held. "Is she-" She turned to the obstetrician, who chuckled softly at the startled look on the photographer's face. "She is... but... but I thought that was just a myth-"

"No, it's very real." Jeanne replied, going to the small bathroom and returning with towels, a few washcloths, a bowl of water and a soft bubble syringe used to clean out the baby's nose and lungs after birth. "Most often though, women don't go through it until the baby is actually being born. There are a few that have an entirely orgasmic labor, but for the most part- at least in the majority of my patients- it's the birth that's orgasmic, not the labor."

She glanced back at the couple; Ziva had slowly broken the kiss, nudging her nose against Tim's, a soft purr escaping her throat. "Are you-" She nodded, kissing him again, this one deeper than the last. Eventually, she broke contact, resting her forehead to his chin, her other hand loosening to reach up and caress his cheek. A tiny smile played on her face, and she released a soft breath, feeling the contraction run through her body- this time, not an enemy, like it had been for the last several hours, but a friend.

"Every pathway in the body that's involved in pleasure, sexually, is also involved in childbirth. Every pathway in sexual orgasm is used in childbirth, and if a woman taps into it- either from the beginning of labor or the beginning of the birthing phase- it can be... exceedingly pleasurable, and sensual for a woman. Even one who resisted as long and hard as Ziva."

Sarah bit her lip before chuckling. "Clearly you don't know the woman my brother married very well, Dr. Beniot. Ziva is..." She sighed, turning back to her brother and his wife. Ziva had leaned forward, reaching down to cradle her son's head. After a moment, she turned back, nuzzling her nose against Tim's before capturing him in a soft kiss. The birthing process was slow- and Ziva had been through a lot- but this... this was different than what the Israeli had gone through earlier, but Sarah couldn't figure out how. She turned back to Jeanne, who chuckled.

"Well, even Ziva isn't immune to an orgasmic birth if she just allows herself to relax and let her body take control. She's been fighting this for the last few hours, that I think her body's finally decide enough is enough is taking control. It's telling her not to resist anymore."

"Ziva is sensual in her own right." She swallowed. "She's... always been comfortable in her own skin and... always the most comfortable around my brother. When they got engaged and started living together..." She sighed, shaking her head. "She's the only woman who can handle my brother. Amnesia or not." Sarah turned back, seeing Ziva deepen the kiss as she reached up with her free hand to cradle Tim's neck. "So this whole... orgasmic birth... it's like... what? Some sort of secret?"

Jeanne met her gaze. "It's the best kept secret in the industry." Then, without another word, she made her way to the couple, kneeling down to check her patient's progress. "You doing okay, Ziva?"

The young mother had by then broken the kiss with her husband, nuzzling her nose against his. She sighed, releasing a slow breath as she met Jeanne's gaze. "Mhmm... oh..." She laid her head back against Tim's shoulder, relaxing as Tim returned to gently stroking the sensitive skin of her belly.

"Do you feel the urge to push?" A moment passed before she nodded, releasing a slow breath. "Okay, remember what I told you earlier?" Ziva nodded again. "Don't fight it, just let your body take over. It knows what to do."

With the next breath, Ziva pushed, following her body's orders. She let out a soft groan, feeling the baby shift; another push sent her resting her head back against Tim's shoulder. "Oh, he isn't coming out."

"Yes, he is, Ziva, you just need to keep pushing. He'll come, your body will make him." Jeanne quickly cleaned the baby's nose and mouth, before glancing back at her patient. "When your body tells you, Ziva."

Another moan escaped her throat as the orgasm rolled through her, moving the baby further out of her. She grunted softly as the first shoulder slipped out; a soft moan of pleasure soon following as the other shoulder followed after the first. "Oh, God..."

"That's it, Ziva, you're doing good. Keep listening to your body, sweetie. He's almost here."

"You hear that, sweetheart? He's almost out." Ziva reached down once more, and Jeanne gently guided her hands until she was holding her son. She took a deep breath, letting her body push as she tilted her head back.

"I love you, Timothy." He chuckled softly.

"I love you, too, Ziva." Their lips met in a soft kiss, and she then tucked her had beneath his chin, feeling another orgasm run through her. She hummed softly in pleasure, allowing the sensations she was familiar with keep control over her body. A moment passed before she shifted, removing her hands from between her legs and reaching up to take his hands and lace their fingers.

"Mmm... oh... God..."

She only vaguely heard Jeanne call to her. "Ziva? Ziva, honey, open your eyes. Open your eyes, sweetie." She shook her head, too caught up in the orgasm to obey her doctor. "Yes, sweetheart, open your eyes."

A soft hum escaped her throat as she relaxed into the orgasm, leaning back against her husband, her body sinking against his, a breathy question escaping her throat. "Why?"

Jeanne chuckled, glancing at Sarah. "Because here comes your baby."