A/N I was eating strawberries and kept licking the juice off my fingers and my perverted mind brought it here. Oh and I may be changing the rating to M because I don't know how bad some of these will get.
Disclaimer: I admit it I do not nor have I ever owned any part of NCIS (sadly.)
I opened my lunch box to my usual lunch..., plus strawberries?
I picked up one and inspected it. I knew where it probably came from, but I had packed my lunch that morning and hadn't seen Ziva all day. I experimentally bit it, it was of course just a normal strawberry a little sweet, but otherwise normal.
Half way through my sandwich the doors to my lab slid open. "Did you put these here?" I questioned the Israeli standing in my doorway. "Maybe..." she challenged sitting across from me, and taking one of the plump red fruits in question. "When? I haven't left my lab all day!" I shot back my voice going up all squeaky in the end, like it did some times.
"You're adorable when you are flustered." She said inspecting her own strawberry before popping it in her mouth. "I uh...," my witty comeback melted as she sucked the red juice of the strawberry off of her fingers. She rose her eyebrows as I watched her mouth.
"You are what?" She asked when her mouth was free of fingers. "I..., um..," I tried again as she ate another strawberry. But this time as she went to clean her fingers of sweet juice. I caught her wrist, she rose her eyebrows again. I brought the pinkish red juice covered digit to my lips.
She gasped as I caught it in my mouth. Her eyes wide, and I could see myself turning her on with my tongue in her deep dark pools.
When I released her finger to move onto the next one she gripped my hand that was holding her wrist with her free hand and drew me in close to her. Pulling me across the table to her lips. It was my turn to gasp.
I curled my fingers in her hair, bringing her ever closer. Gripping the back of her head, her tongue sliding against my lower lip. I could feel her hands exploring familiar territory.
The elevator dinged and we flew apart gulping air. As DiNozzo waltzed through my sliding doors, looking at his phone.
"Gibbs sent me down to ask if you had the..., things, but I think he just wanted me to leave McGeek al..." he faded out looking up at me. "You have something." He said pointing to his chest. I looked down and surely enough there was a reddish pink mark, a smudged hand print over my right breast pocket.
A/N So I know these are extremely short, but I promise they'll get better/longer as I get back into the writing groove. Hey, I just had an awesome idea, I think reviews will get me into better writing shape.