Disclaimer: These characters/the show/pretty much everything in life is not mine... yet.
Song: I Love You More than You Will Ever Know by NeverShoutNever
When Ziva was picked up by Abby that night, she knew she shouldn't be going. Time spent around Abby was awesome while it happened, but it hurt too. It hurt because Abby only saw her as a friend, nothing more. It hurt to watch her eyes and know that she would never love Ziva in the same way. She tried not to be obvious about it, but Ziva knew she was doing a poor job. She would hug Abby a lot, touch her shoulder, let her hand linger just a little too long on her knee... She couldn't help it. She loved touching Abby: feeling her warm, soft skin. Afterwards, though, was worst. Because, then, Ziva went home to her lonely, little apartment and spent half the night lying awake, thinking about Abby and wishing.
But, still, despite the pain, Ziva went anyway, because she loved spending time with her Abby.
Abby had decided to make dinner for Ziva at Abby's apartment so once they arrived, she turned on some music and rushed to the stove in order to start dinner.
"Sorry, Ziv. I would've started it earlier, but I didn't want to leave the stove on while I was getting you. Did you know that a high proportion of house fires are related to stoves?"
"Oh! I am sorry, Abby. I would have driven myself. I did not mean to deter you."
Abby just turned to her and smiled. "Don't be ridiculous, Ziva. I wanted to pick you up!"
Ziva tried to ward off a blush. Ziva David, blushing? What is wrong with her? Abby was chattering on about stoves, fires, and something to do with her pet hippo, Burt, while Ziva tried to ignore the song playing in the background. It made her feel awkward because the lyrics described her situation perfectly:
"I've been to heaven, I've been to hell,
I've been to Vegas, and Who knows where,
but nothing feels like home like you babe
I love you more than you will ever know..."
How was it possible that the one song playing could describe how she felt? Even while helping chop up vegetables, she watched Abby's lithe form bustle about the kitchen (although she is not sure the term 'bustle' could be used to describe the goth's graceful movements), and was fascinated as Abby licked her soft, pink lips after testing the chicken corn chowder soup.
After about half-an-hour, Abby gestured toward her. "Ziva! Come try some!"
Ziva slowly walked over to Abby and sipped the soup from the spoon Abby held up to her. She smiled at the amazing taste and closed her eyes for a moment to relish it, but when she opened them, Abby was right in her face. Too close. "Was it good? Was it? It's an old family recipe and there's a secret ingredient, but I can't telllll you," she said in a sing-song voice.
Ziva pulled away, afraid to meet Abby's eyes, because she knew Abby would see the desire in her own. She wanted to kiss Abby so, so bad. "It is amazing. I will go set the table."
"Okay! The silverware's in that drawer over there!" Abby gestured toward a black drawer that had a pink handle with a picture of a skull on it.