A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in such a long time! Ugh... University just overwhelmed me a little... had a term paper to write which I left for the very last week (don't get me wrong. I always do that and I probably wont change that habit, but the whole procrastinating thing before that kinda made me anxious and really, really stressed.) and I started my first real job :D I'm a cashier at a checkout counter of a pretty popular grocery store here in Germany... so yeah... I love the job, and that's all I'm gonna say about it on here :D

Besides that, I had to let go of a few friendships which made me wanna cry all the time, so I basically have no best friends right now (which is okay, since I realized I'm a loner anyway and it is kinda freeing right now... I just feel like I need to be my own best friend for a while and maybe get some stuff done which would have suffered due to a social life which I never really cared for anyway...)

Okay... long story short: I'm back, bitches :D

Here we go :D

Chapter 4:

The benches on the train should have been uncomfortable. Not uncomfortable enough to turn a normal train ride into torture, but enough to disturb a makeout session. Gibbs and Ziva, however, couldn't care less. The benches were soft enough for their backs, which were used to way worse from previous assignments that involved sleeping on floors and other hard surfaces.

Having sex on hard surfaces had always come to them a little easier than it probably should have. They usually forgot where they where pretty quickly and concentrated on the matter at hand. In the case of the train, on the other hand, the whole concentrating thing turned out to be a little more difficult.

After a few minutes of making out on one of the benches, the two agents had completely forgotten where they were and how narrow that bench really was. When Ziva decided she should be on top now, flipping them over in a swift motion, Jethro landed on the floor between the two benches, which obviously turned out to be even more uncomfortable than the benches.

Feeling the pain run down his spine, Jethro whinced for a moment, making Ziva giggle slightly. If he had been seriously hurt, he would have said so. Instead he followed his whince with a light chuckle and pressed his lips back to Ziva's. Her presence was intoxicating and he was sure he could have broken all the bones in his body and still his arousal would have overpowered the pain.

Of course, he hadn't broken anything. He had barely bruised his back a tiny bit, but compared to the bruises that were yet to come, the floor of the train had treated him quite well. Later in their relationship, Jethro would be pushed up against vending machines and elevator walls, half-finished boats and work benches, new kitchen counters and ladders that lead to tree houses he would build for their children. Train floors he could handle. He was sure that stair cases were actually the worst of all, though Ziva would have to deal with most of those.

Floors were good, beds were better. He wasn't the youngest after all. That, however, had never kept him from satisfying any woman before and surely wasn't about to start now. Ziva David was young and beautiful and whatever she wanted he would give to her. One thing was clear: He would have sold her his sould, if he thought it might make her happy.

He never had to, of course.

Low, throaty chuckles slowly turned into growls of pleasure and furthered their little makeout session enough to clearify that sex was the inevitable finale. He was far from ever getting rid of this erection without her help and she was far from actually letting him try. She was determined to see this one through to the end. Not only because she wanted to find her own release, but also because she could not wait to see him squirm underneath her, or above her – really whatever they would be up to at that point. It would surely be a struggle for control until then, but she was sure that whoever won, would give up control another time. There would definitely be another time.

They would have to explore this new thing from all angles.

And a new thing it was – there was no doubt about it. They had both had sex before, of course, but this had turned out to be a whole new experience. Every part of their bodies was tingling and for some reason they could actually sense the other's arousal without even trying. There was this new kind of electricity between them that hadn't been there in any of his marriages and also none of her relationships. They were soulmates who were slowly discovering each other in a way they hadn't really expected but wished for for quite some time.

His fingers, roughened by wood-working and perp-punching, were running down her back, leaving goosebumps wherever they went, while her lips – softer than his wildest fantasies could ever have prepared him for – trailed down his neck, making him take in a sharp breath that made her smile.

Every little touch and every tiny kiss would be saved in their minds for eternity, connecting them in a way nothing else ever had. They had shared hugs after hard cases, had held each other after losses, and they had even held hands every once in a while, in order to give comfort in a time of need. All those friendly embraces had never prepared them for what they were suddenly facing on the train.

Love.

Love in it's simplest form.

They were touching each other, feeling, getting to know every bit of detail that was to be known about the other's body. They reached a new level of intimacy. A level they never knew existed.

Shannon had been the love of his life, but this was different, yet the same. Ziva was his soulmate – he had noticed that quite some time ago – but their friendship was different from what he had had with Shannon. She had been his girlfriend before everything else, while Ziva had quickly become his best friend and most trusted advisor, before ever becoming anything else.

Of course he had been in love with Ziva since he first met her, but their friendship had always overshadowed all of it. Part of him wondered if that was how it was really supposed to be, while another hoped that their friendship would be one that combined nicely with a loving relationship.

And it would. Without any question, it would.

Their friendship had become a crucial part of who they were and that would never change. Their love, however, was getting stronger by the minute – by the touch, if one might say so – and it quickly established itself as a necessity of its own.

As they kept on slowly undressing each other, Ziva wondered where this would lead. Would this just be a one-time-thing? Would it turn into a real relationship? Would she turn out to be his next and hopefully last wife? Yet all her what if's were shattered when Jethro stopped to look at her for just a second.

He was holding her face in both his hands, looked right into her eyes and smiled. There was no doubt left in her mind that he loved her just as much as she loved him and no matter how this would play out, they would always have that.

TBC

A/N: This turned out to be fluffier than I intented... sorry... I'll keep this story in mind for when I ever feel like writing smut again^^

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