So, I'm trying to do the M rating just a little justice in this chapter. Hope I succeed.
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When Ziva woke up the next morning, she felt rested, safe and utterly aroused. Her dreams of the night were pleasurable, to say the least, and all of them involved a certain stunningly handsome male agent having her entirely at his mercy.
As she felt his warm chest pressing against her back, she had to press her thighs together to try and create some friction. His hand was hot on her naked hip where he unknowingly touched her tattoo. Her shirt had been lifted through the night, whether by his hand or her own, she did not know and neither did she care. All she cared about was the delicious heat of it and how she wanted it to move forward very badly.
She sensed that Tony was still very much asleep and decided to indulge herself in her fantasy. She closed her eyes and was transported away to her dreams of the night before.
It started when she came into the bedroom after their shower and Tony was standing bare-chested in front of his closet. When he saw her standing there in nothing but his t-shirt, she spied his boxers tighten just the slightest bit and he made no move to hide it from her. Seeing this made her nipples tighten in return. She was certain he could see it through the thin shirt and her suspicions were confirmed when she looked back into his eyes and saw nothing but desire.
"Ziva," he spoke her name, almost in reverence.
Slowly, seductively, she let the towel drop to the chair next to the door and smiled provocatively at him. She knew what she wanted. And she was going to get it. From the look on his face, she was fairly certain he was not going to protest.
She sauntered sexily over to him, while he stood rooted to the spot, not able to move from the sight of her wanting him.
Not saying a word, she put her hands on his chest, finally being able to feel his muscles without the obstruction of clothing. Ever so gently she ran her hands up over his collarbone and then down again over his abdomen, grazing the waist of his boxers as she did so. She felt her way up again, taking in every muscle and every movement it made when coming into contact with her hands. When she went to sweep her hands down again, she decided to change her game and bent her fingers so that her nails were very lightly scraping against his skin.
He hissed when a nail caught his nipple and she smiled; satisfied that she had found a weak spot in him. At the same time, he had reached out for her arms and pulled her against him. She gasped at the sudden contact as she felt his hardness pressing into her stomach, sending a wave of heat to her core.
One of his hands went down to her hip, burning hot through the thin cotton covering it, while the other went to gently cup her face and lift it up to his. He paused slightly, presumably giving her a chance to change her mind if she so wished, but when she did not protest after a second or two, he pulled her up further and she went to him ever so gladly.
When their lips touched, both of them felt the heat, the want for each other explode between them and they pressed together even more, hands clutching and roaming at the same time. His fingers fisted in her hair, holding her face to his as her hands wandered his back, and to her linking found it just as muscled as his front. Finally, he traced his tongue over her lower lip, begging for entrance which she gladly granted. A moan came from both of them as their tongues touched and started to duel each other for dominance.
Of course the need for air became too much and Tony broke away from the kiss. Ziva moaned in frustration, only to turn it into a moan of satisfaction when she felt his lips descend to her neck and she tilted her head back to grant him better access.
Her back arched against him when his tongue joined the mix and she felt him sucking on the place where her neck joined her shoulder. He groaned when he felt her rub harder against him and the hand that was on her hip finally slid down to her thigh to find hot, bare skin to touch. He slowly slid it back up to her hip, taking the shirt with him. He kissed downwards on her neck, loving every moment of it, and when he met his destination, he heard a deep, low moan fall from her mouth as he took an erect nipple into his mouth over the shirt. Her hand tangled in his hair as she held him there, desperate for more, and he was only too happy to oblige. He kept licking and sucking while his other hand crept up under the shirt, over smooth skin to cup her other breast. He pulled another gasp from her when she felt his fingers pressing just hard enough around her. His mouth left her nipple and she was about to protest, but her words died in a groan when he blew hot air over the wet spot, making her nipple stand even more erect if that was possible. He quickly turned to give the it's twin the same treatment while his other hand also went under the shirt to stimulate the one his mouth had left.
He kept this up for a few moments more, eliciting more moans and gasps from the woman in front of him. Each sound she made went straight to his groin and she sure noticed as she started pressing against him.
Getting impatient, she eventually pulled his face back up to her and met him in a searing kiss. During this, his hands went down to her ass and her pulled her up into his arms. Her legs went around his waist and they moaned into each other's mouths when her wet centre came into contact with his hard manhood. He quickly walked them to the bed and softly put her down on it, going with her when her legs refused to dethatch from around him.
Just as his weight was about to deliciously press down on her, Ziva felt the real Tony stir in his sleep and grip her hip tighter. She snapped out of her fantasy and saw his eyelids flicking. She knew he was going to wake up in a few minutes and she had to get out. She was soaking wet and there was no way he was not going to notice. She briefly thought of letting him take care of her, because she knew he probably would, but she did not want to ruin whatever it was they had after the previous night.
No, she had to get up. Shower. Yes, a shower would be good. She carefully extracted herself from under his hand and got out of bed. She turned around to gauge if he was woken by the movement, but his breathing seemed even enough. Quietly she tiptoed to the bathroom and left the door open just a crack so that he would know where she was if he woke while she was still inside. After taking her now dry clothes from the shower door, she turned on the water and stepped in when it was hot enough.
She could not help but feel that the space was a little empty without him in it.