Gibbs entered her apartment once again in the dark. Again he suspected they were being watched and it led him to wonder just how high up the members of the club ranked. He could easily see why they would follow him. It wouldn't be unreasonable to occasionally follow members, especially with people going missing. Anyone meeting with him could be suspected of letting the secret out.

Ziva came out and he was strangely thankful that she was dressed the same as before. "We need to talk Gibbs"

Gibbs nodded and joined her on the couch.

Ziva looked at Gibbs and tried not to feel nervous as she spoke. "I have a few requests, ground rules so to speak."

"Of course."

"I would ask that as long as we are intimate that you wouldn't sleep with anyone else."

Gibbs grinned "Ziva I have no desire to be with anyone else and there hasn't been anyone for a while now."

"And while I understand it might be necessary to "date" someone else for appearances sake. I would ask that you not get physical with her in front of me I tend to get..."

"Jealous Ziva...?"

It was Zivas turn to nod. "Also I'm not sure if you know this or not but I can't get pregnant. It is in my file and why, but I would rather just say it is injury related and leave it at that."

Gibbs saw the momentary sadness on her face and reached out to stroke her face. "I'm sorry Ziva."

"Me too but it is a fact. The reason I told you is there will not be a need for birth control." NCIS agents had routine physicals and she had checked out healthy at all of hers.

"I'm clean Ziva just in case you were worried but then I'm sure you knew that since you brought it up." Gibbs was having trouble breathing the idea of being inside Ziva with nothing separating them did strange things to him. "I would need to ask the same of you Ziva. Not to be with anyone else...I'm not sure I would react well."

Ziva smiled and reached for a small ornate box on her coffee table. "That is why I wanted you to come here tonight. I wanted to give you this. It was a gift from my aunt. They are a tradition among more old fashioned families. A quiet tradition due to the nature of it, A girl is given one of these, by her mother normally, upon reaching sexual maturity. Generally it is around 16 years of age. Open it"

Gibbs took the box from her and opened it. Inside was a gold bracelet about 4 inches wide with beautiful scroll work adorning it. Next to it was a long chain with some sort of key on it. He knew what it was in an instant.

"Traditionally it has nothing to do with the dominant submissive relationship. That is a more...Americanized way of using it. Traditionally it is given by the woman to her …." this time Ziva truly had to search for the right word. "Mate. It says that she is his and his alone. By accepting it the man agrees to an exclusive relationship. It is about trust and frankly ownership."

"Umm Ziva not to offend but I don't think it would fit me and it's a little...flowery."

Ziva cocked her head and then laughed softly. "Gibbs you put the bracelet on me, you wear the key. Once put on the bracelet can only be removed by the key. This particular bracelet has only that one key.

Gibbs stared at the bracelet and felt a wave of desire so strong it hit him like a truck. He touched the gold gently, understanding the enormity of what Ziva was giving him. "Ziva,...I."

"I knew I wanted to give it to you very shortly after we met Gibbs. I should be embarrassed to say that, I am sure I am not like most women you have known. But, I know what I want and I try not to ever be ashamed of it. This case might have brought things out into the open, but they were there before at least for me."

Gibbs nodded they had been there for him to. He picked the bracelet up and it was slightly heavier than he expected. He raised a questioning eye to Ziva.

"It is meant to be a reminder every moment to the person wearing it." Ziva was watching Gibbs turn the bracelet over and over and felt her blood fire at the thought of Gibbs slipping it on her.

Gibbs watched her closely; he knew what she looked like when she was aroused now. Watching him touching the bracelet was arousing her. Was it really possible he'd found a woman who understood his needs. "I can be very possessive Ziva, it's been many years since I've had the opportunity to embrace that part of me but it's there and if I"

Ziva cut him off knowing what he was trying to say but not needing to torture him. "Why do you think I gave you this? I have never worn it before. Before you I never had the desire too, it was just a family myth, heirloom and then I met you."

Gibbs wanted to strip her bare right then and there. Instead he continued his perusal of the bracelet. "I don't believe Cal. When he says there are no cameras. He either is naïve or thought telling me would scare me off. I would bet a boat that they have cameras in the private rooms; If not for blackmail at the very least for insurance purposes."

"It is what I would do." Ziva knew where he was going with his line of thinking. She remained quiet knowing he needed to be the one to say it.

'it's possible we'd have to make use of one of those rooms." despite how it both angered and turned him on Gibbs held his emotions in check.

Ziva smiled, she could read Gibbs better than he would probably like. "Is it the jealousy or the turn on that bothers you most?" she heard his indrawn breath

"I don't know how to answer that." Gibbs clenched and unclenched his fists.

"if you need to know if the idea of being recorded would prevent me from continuing with the case, the answer is no. As for how I feel about being watched...it is not a turn-off at the very least. I have never been watched before." she knew the moment Gibbs lost his famed control. He reached for her none too gently grasping her hair he tugged gently and captured her mouth with his.

Gibbs had been shocked Ziva had truly surprised him. Still holding her hair he released her mouth only to trail his own to her neck where he gently kissed the mark he'd left the night before. 'I didn't know I did this, it wasn't intentional."

Ziva had always loved Gibbs' voice. The low raspy timbre had been the very first thing that had attracted her to him. In this moment in was pitched even lower a husky quiet caress that slid over her skin like satin. "I have no complaints."

Gibbs gave in then; grasping her fingers he led her toward her bedroom, gathering the box as they went. He seated himself on the edge of the bed; he rested the box next to him. Grasping Ziva's' hips he brought her to stand in front of him. He reached up and pulled the tie from her hair, the dark cloud surrounded her falling softly below her shoulders. Deciding he would test the waters of how far Ziva would let him go he pulled it gently "No more cutting your hair Ziva, a trim yes but just a little. I like it long."

Ziva felt a zing of pleasure whip through her. She nodded without speaking. His hands reached the buttons of her simple blouse. With agonizing slowness he released each button and pushed the cloth off her shoulders.

Gibbs was reminded how young and beautiful Ziva truly was. The dusky skin of her breasts was caught up in the most amazing creation of blue and chocolate brown lace. It pushed her up and out even though he knew without having to be told she didn't need the help. "Did you wear this for me?"

"Yes."

"Thank you."

Pressing a soft kiss to her stomach he undid the button on her skirt. Just one button and with a gentle push it was on the floor in a soft puddle of fabric. It went without saying her panties would match her bra and yet it still caused him to rest his head against her belly. He could smell her need and it was driving him mad.

"You're beautiful Ziva."

There was something about the way the words were ripped from his throat that almost brought tears to her eyes. Ziva didn't cry but in this man's arms she almost did.

Gibbs felt Ziva tremble and chuckled softly. Standing he realized without her shoes just how much smaller than him she was. It only took a second for her bra to follow the skirt to the ground. He sucked in a breath at the site of her. Full with pouting rose colored nipples her breasts begged for his touch. He only allowed himself the luxury of grazing the tips with a knuckle. It was enough though for Ziva to gasp and he knew he would need to hear that sound frequently.

"Please." Ziva didn't beg but it seemed with Gibbs there was a whole other set of rules, not surprising all things considered.

Gibbs hooked his fingers into her panties and spoke even as he slid them off her. "Soon."

She was naked before him and despite her need he saw her intent was to be patient. He sat back down on the bed pulling her even closer as he kicked off his shoes and socks. He saw her gaze follow his hand to the box as he opened it. It was nearly his undoing knowing how willing she was to be his, to belong to him. He pulled the bracelet out again noticing the weight, it was open and he contemplated it for a moment.

Ziva felt the intense need to hold out her wrist and stomp her foot demanding he hurry, instead she waited. The wait both frustrated and fuel her need.

"You're very patient Ziva."

"Not really."

Gibbs smiled and then grew serious. "I don't take this lightly Ziva. This isn't about the case."

"I do not take it lightly either Gibbs, it is about us" Ziva hadn't failed to notice Gibbs was undoubtedly aroused. But she watched as he brought the gold bracelet toward her and swore he grew even bigger beneath the tan khakis he wore.

Gibbs moved slowly telling her without words she could back out at any time. When she only raised her hand to his he thought he could come right then. The bracelet was about four inches wide, and breathtaking in its antique beauty. It would not be missed by anyone who saw her. It would be commented on and asked about. He placed the gold gently on her delicate wrist aligning the two ends he saw the locking mechanism was quite intricate it locked in two places inside the gold on the outside layer the place for the key was cleverly disguised as long as you didn't look too closely. He moved to join the two sides and he felt her shake, looking up he expected to see fear. But, in Ziva all he saw was stark undiluted need.

"Hell Ziva are you trying to kill me." she smiled in that way of hers that fired his blood. With a deep breath he clasped the bracelet and the click though soft was loud to his ears even through the thrumming of his pounding heart.

Ziva hadn't known how meaningful this could be, but watching Gibbs lock the bracelet in place she felt so many emotions at once she couldn't place them all. But she swore she almost came.

Gibbs noticed the state she was in her scent teased him and when he looked at the small strip of curls at the juncture of her thighs he saw her thighs were slick. She was killing him.

Ziva saw Gibbs notice her wetness and for a moment felt embarrassed. But Gibbs was having none of it.

"Don't Ziva, you have no idea what it does to me to see you react like this to...us" Gibbs had to stop he couldn't speak anymore, especially when he felt her hands at the bottom of his shirt.

"May I?"

"Please." Gibbs didn't bother to hide the need in his voice, knew it would only fuel hers.

Ziva made quick work of pulling off his shirt. Throwing it on the floor she ran her hands through his hair savoring the feel of the silver strands she'd longed to touch for far too long. She was impatient and reached for the necklace in the box. The chain was long, meant to be hidden beneath clothing and the key was deceptively delicate looking. It was designed to be sturdy as close to unbreakable as possible. Breathing deep she brought the chain over Gibbs' head and settled it around his neck watching as it fell against him.

"Ahh Ziva the things you do to Me." there was something uniquely amazing in feeling her place the key around his neck and he had to simply breathe for a moment. He didn't have strength left for anything else. He placed a soft kiss against her belly, drawing the scent of her deep into his lungs. I want to touch you, all of you slowly but my control isn't what it should be even considering my age."

Ziva drew him up to his full height. "Not again Jethro, You are the man I have chosen, do not belittle that choice."

Her voice startled him and grinning at himself he nodded to her. "Yes ma'am."

Ziva reached for the button on his pants and made work of it, only a moment later and he was standing nude before her. She let her hands touch him gently tracing the contours of his body. There were scars just as there were on her body. But nothing about his physique gave her anything but pleasure to look at. Unable to resist she reached for his shaft letting her hand wrap around him. He was larger than she would have guessed. Long, thick and curving in her hand she felt her mouth water with the need to have him in her mouth. It shocked her enough that her eyes flew to his; she hadn't particularly enjoyed giving oral before. Had done so when needed but to feel the craving was not something she'd experienced before. "I want…."

Gibbs knew what she wanted could read it on her suddenly very expressive face. "Not this time Ziva, damn tempting but I'll never make it inside of you if I let you."

Ziva stroked him gently still not sure if she could resist the urge. The decision was taken from her when Gibbs took her mouth with his and guided her to the bed. His tongue thrust deep in her mouth claiming her mouth. His body laid across hers his shaft teasing between her thighs. She gasped as he twitched at her entrance. "Neshama…please"

Gibbs wanted to wait to draw things out but her mouth and her hips were moving against him with such blatant need he wasn't sure he could. She was whispering things he couldn't understand in what he believed was Hebrew, breathy words that made his blood fire. It didn't matter that he couldn't understand what she was saying the emotion behind them was clear. "You take my breath Ziva and my control." He grasped one knee and lifted her thighs apart taking a moment just to take in the beauty that was Ziva. His shaft had already stained her thigh with come making him groan low in his throat.

Ziva followed his gaze and moaned out her pleasure. His face was tight with control but there was something else there that she couldn't define. His hand grasped hers locking it above her head. His eyes met hers and as he slid inside her he hissed out "Mine" she came the moment he said it. The sensation of having him inside her, the understanding of the look from moments before, and that beautiful word with all its depth were her undoing.

Gibbs saw her come apart beneath him, felt it as she wrapped unbelievably tight around him and knew he'd never see something so beautiful again. She was tight, he'd known it been a while but apparently even with her toys indulging wasn't something she did often. Finding just the right rhythm wasn't difficult it was trying to stay in control long enough for her to come again that was the issue.

Ziva had barely come down from her first orgasm and she could already feel another starting to build. Gibbs had one taunt nipple in his mouth both hands on her hips rocking ever so softly inside her. Again she felt close to tears in his arms, he was so gentle with her so careful something she wasn't use too. Yet, as gentle as he was he still laid claim to her. Wrapping her legs tighter around him she felt him sink deeper inside of her knowing tomorrow she would feel the sting of tonight's activities. "No more waiting Jethro, claim what is yours."

Gibb heard the need in her words and damned if it didn't break the last of his control. He nipped less gently than he would have liked at her collar bone. The way her body fluttered around him told him she didn't mind and that's when the last of his control slipped away. Sliding in and out of her he heard her gasps and felt her pulling at him. Only when he heard her strangled cry did he finally let go himself one last deep thrust and he was spilling inside her. It seemed to last forever, her scent her joy wrapping around him and lulling him into something akin to sleep.