Her Israeli flesh,
gleaming in the aftermath of physical passion, cool to the touch, but
her lover know she's nothing short of fire. Words biting like
canined teeth, as she growls orders to the ink jet beauty willing to
bend the world into origami just for her. Heated though she may be,
she's gender gentle in her caress. Skilled in every motion of her
nimble fingers, she draws them like a grain of gold through her
beautiful's hair, down her body, to the places only she dares to
touch, to love. A moment full of lust, full of their trust.
A/N: Wow, author's note might be longer than the actual fic, lol. This is a two-in-one. I wrote this for a community on livejournal where we write 100 word drabbles based off Tori Amos songs. This week's song was "Lust," and when I heard that, I knew I wanted to write an NCIS fic based off the song, too, and make it Ziva/Abby, because those two just scream lust to me. I hope you enjoyed the piece, and this explanation could help you understand why this is so artsy.
A/N: Wow, author's note might be longer than the actual fic, lol. This is a two-in-one. I wrote this for a community on livejournal where we write 100 word drabbles based off Tori Amos songs. This week's song was "Lust," and when I heard that, I knew I wanted to write an NCIS fic based off the song, too, and make it Ziva/Abby, because those two just scream lust to me. I hope you enjoyed the piece, and this explanation could help you understand why this is so artsy.