Chapter 3:

She had just wanted to take off his shirt, that was all. It had never been her intention to actually start something, or at least she didn't think so. He had seemed uncomfortable with the shirt on, but he had also seemed reluctant to take his shirt off in front of her, so she had decided to show him that it was okay. Of course, taking off his shirt herself, with a flirtatious look in her eyes – because the heat made her all flirty and horny – she should have expected that she would not just be taking off his shirt.

He had been surprised, but the fact that his mind had to catch up on what was going on did not mean that his body had to. His body seemed to be very okay with the new development – Ziva sitting in his lap, kissing him and trailing her hands up and down his torso – physically, he was very, very okay with this. Mentally, however, part of him knew that this wasn't appropriate and that he should stop it immediately. He didn't, of course. Why would he stop this? That would be crazy! No man in their right mind would stop something like this, simply because it wasn't professional.

As they busied themselves with exploring each others bodies on a more intimate level than they were used to, the train entered a tunnel, which would put them into complete darkness for a while. The automatic lights that could be found in all corridors and cabins turned on immediately, lighting most parts of the train. Ziva and Gibbs' cabin, however, seemed to have a barely functioning light source, which shone dimly to begin with, but also flickered every now and then.

They broke apart for a second, noticing the changes in their surroundings, but not quite caring. With darkness also came colder air, which would enable them to take this a lot further than the heat would have. Heat might have gotten them into this situation, but dim, flickering lights in a mostly cosy atmosphere were a lot more what they had in mind for their first intimate moments.

Yes, they had thought about it – of course they had. They weren't the most communicative types when it came to feelings and intimacy, so unadulterated make-out sessions were more their style. Relationships were complicated, sex wasn't – for them, anyway.

Ever since he could remember, first dates never really classified relationships for him – first nights did. If they were rushed and unromantic, the relationship would be just the same, while a romantic first night would make a better start for a good relationship.

Ziva and Gibbs weren't exactly known for being the romantic type, and they really weren't, but sometimes the little things could mean a lot. Dim lights, the somewhat distant sounds of the train, the air that was cooling down slowly – what might still be considered a weird setting was somewhat perfect for the two of them. It was cosy, private, and less awkward than they would have expected. They were comfortable in each others arms, kissing again, resuming their exploration of each others bodies, and finding some spots that were especially sensitive.

Suddenly, the train came to a halt. There was no explanation for this, as there was not supposed to be a stop inside a tunnel – how could there be. The two agents broke apart, surprised but not yet sure if they should stop entirely. As the train conductor knocked on the door, nervously looking through the little window in the door and trying not to stare at the couple of horny agents, Ziva climbed off her boss and sat next to him on his bench.

'We are having a little problem with the train's engine. It could take a few… umm… hours to fix it.', the conductor said, avoiding their eyes.

It was quiet for a second, until Gibbs asked: 'So, is there any way we could lock that door and close the blinds of that window in it, once you leave?'

The conductor seemed a little irritated by the question, but told them that the door could be locked with just a turn on a little knob and that the blinds would be okay to be closed, but that they needed to open the door whenever he knocked again, for safety reasons. Gibbs seemed very intimidating to him, even with his shirt off – wait – even more so with his shirt off. Those abs were definitely a lot more than the thin little conductor could ever deal with. So he had decided not to argue with the couple and giving them some privacy.

When he had finally left, Gibbs got up, locked the door behind the guy and closed those blinds. There were children only a few cabins down the hall. Grown people could probably handle walking in on a couple, but kids deserved some decency.

Ziva smiled, as she watched him. She got up behind him and began to run her hands down his back, then over his sides and up his torso, pressing herself against him in the process. When he turned round to face her, he gave her his typical Gibbs-smirk and brought her in for a passionate kiss. With his hands on her hips, he slowly guided her towards on of the benches and as they lay down – him on top of her – Ziva smiled again, appreciating his dominance.

She had known men, who would allow her to take the lead too easily, and men who would be too dominant, trying to seem manly in front of a female mossad officer, which had usually made her leave immediately. Gibbs, on the other hand, was dominant without being aggressive. He was dominant, without needing her to be submissive. He was dominant in the best way she could imagine.

TBC

A/N: aaaand they're stuck in a tunnel :D a six hour train ride just turned into a very long and smutty story that might leave the train conductor with some serious trauma in the end.

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