Chapter Three

Home. I could call it that now. Upon first laying eyes on it, it was just a house. It had four walls, a ceiling, foundation, but it did not have the people, characterization, and most importantly love that make a house a home. Now, with my Monique and me living here with our cultures and lives' loves in it, it was a home. As we stepped inside it yet again, I felt instant warmth. It was not necessarily a physical warmth so much as it was an emotional one. Either way I welcomed it with widely opened arms.

Out of the blue, after I closed the door, Monique pushed me into it. She kept me pinned into it as she kissed me tenderly. However surprised I was, I enjoyed it. She really did love me, even if she and I both felt we could not do so publically. She continued kissing me, and I returned the kiss with equal intensity. My hands frantically attempted to remove her jacket, my actions filled with great haste. It was as if I could not get it off her fast enough. Monique's lips moved to suck my neck which in turn made me moan rather loudly.

I heard the jacket fall to the wooden floor. My hands then moved to unbutton her shirt. My fingers worked quickly, occasionally caressing skin as it became accessible to me. I moaned at the feel of such soft skin distinct to not just Monique but the overall female form itself. When her shirt opened entirely, my hands went on a frenzy, feeling any and every inch of skin on the woman's torso. My hands went to Monique's breasts and I rubbed them, captivated by every sensation I felt. It was as if a lustful force suddenly overpowered me within those few moments it took to become entranced in her. It would now be my turn to pleasure Monique.

I continued stimulating Monique's breasts, starting to toy with her nipples. Her lips crashed into mine yet again. I kissed her back, continuing to tease the woman. Then, as we kiss, my hands gradually move to her butt, and I grip onto it assertively. She flashed me a wicked smirk and she kissed me once more. As our lips engage in a fight for dominance I lift Monique from the ground, suddenly finding some strength which I suppose I always had.

I carried her swiftly to our bedroom on the first floor, lying her down on the large, rather inviting bed. She looked up at me with wanting eyes. The desire within them captivated my heart. My hands went to her black pinstripe suit pants and I unbuttoned them, kissing my way down her torso as I took off her boots and pants. I tossed all of the items away as they came into my hands, never truly caring where they ended up. That was not my concern. Monique's now bare frame was exposed to me in all its wondrous glory, the sun which spilled in through the windows casting an almost hypnotic glow across her olive skin. It made her look tanner. I caressed her skin, noticing Monique shiver with ecstasy. I had given her the same chills she gave me with each touch.

That same hand went down to her most treasured spot, the spot in which I craved to touch and I was satisfying those cravings then. My index finger explored her as it had so many times before, and it was like I was becoming an expert. Monique certainly thought so. I grinned at the expression on her face. Her eyes were glued to me, yet she was struggling to keep the composure. It was a battle I had fought before, every time she made love to me, and most of the times I would lose.

I could feel Monique's hands tugging at my shirt, wanting to take it off of me. She yanked it from my frame and forcefully pulled it away before kissing me tenderly. Her hands cupped my face, keeping it there as I fingered her. Her hands, after a long while, went down to my belt and she unfastened it. She tore it from my belt loops on my cargo pants. I moaned when she rapidly undid my pants and shoved her hand inside, rubbing my clit.

"Ah!" I moaned out, surely surprised.

She smirked, as if she knew she had at least a little momentary control over me. But it would not last, not if I had anything to say about it. I let it ensue for a while, but then I gripped her wrist firmly and pinned her into the bed roughly, yet not too roughly. I keep stimulating her, wanting to hear her noises, see those faces she made so well.

"Oh, Zee-vah, yes!" She moaned out, clearly enjoying herself.

It made me smile to see her in such a pleasured state. I kept going, even faster though, finding and hitting her g-spot a few times.

"Oh, Shit! Right there, Ziva!" She exclaimed loudly.

What I was oblivious to was that Alice, Bette, and Tina were over at Shane and Jenny's place. Our windows were open and theirs happened to be as well. Alice was sitting on the chair right back the window with Shane, smoking cigarettes. The room they were in was right beside the room we were in. Alice's eyes went wide when she heard Monique moaning. Shane heard it too but unlike Alice, she did not feel the need to become intrusive. Alice, on the other hand, felt every need to do so. She began straining her neck in an attempt to see something through our window. She pouted a bit when she could see nothing but our bedroom door.

"Shit." Alice muttered under her breath.

"Alice, leave 'em alone." Shane disciplined, backhanding her arm.

"No!" Alice said through gritted teeth. "There's something going on and I wanna know if I'm right."

Shane tilted her head, as if to show her disapproval.

"Really? You would invade their privacy, betray the trust of people you don't even know just to prove you're right?" Shane asked, sounding somewhat mad.

"Yes! Yes I would." Alice admitted.

Bette casually strolled over, a brown beer bottle in her hand. She sipped from it.

"Hey ladies. What are you two chatting about?" She asked, looking between the two.

"Oh, just how low Alice would stoop to prove a point." Shane said, tapping the edge of her cigarette on the window to rid it of the ashes.

"What do mean how-?" Bette instantly stopped talking when she saw through the window, catching a glimpse of me eating out Monique. "Who the hell? What the-? Oh, my!"

That was all Bette could say at that moment. She was too stunned.

"What?" Alice asked. "What? Tell me!"

She began tugging on Bette's jacket sleeve when she would not respond.

"Alice was right." Bette said, sounding taken aback.

"I was?" Alice squealed.

Bette nodded slowly. Meanwhile, after Monique came to me, I look up at her, wiping off my bottom lip. I smirk before placing a single kiss on her inner thigh.

"You are perfect." Monique murmured, her accent thick.

Alice could hear Monique speak.

"You are perfect." Alice mimicked in a fake dreamy voice. "They are so together!"

Shane rolled her eyes.

"You really need to get laid. This is not a good sign for you. You're obsessing over couple you know nothing about." Shane teased, shutting the window.

Alice pouted, putting her hands on her hips.

"One, I do get laid. Two, why did you have to go and shut the window? I was having fun!"

"It's rather rude to intrude on women's special moments." Bette said.

"Yeah, and I don't see you updating your connections on The Chart." Shane retorted.

"True." Tina said, strolling over.

I grinned, glad.

"Good. I am glad you enjoyed it." I said, caressing her cheek.

"Come lie with me, Ziva." Monique said softly.

I complied, lying down beside her. She began soothingly stroking my long hair, which caused me to let out a content purring sound. Monique could only grin and we remained like this for several minutes. Later that evening Monique and I decided to curl up on the couch and watch a movie together. I am casually sprawled across her lap, somewhat sitting in it with my legs curled up and my upper body resting against hers as she holds me in her arms. She loved me so much, I could tell. I loved her right back. I feel my eyes start to get just a bit heavy and I start to drift off, close to slumber.

Right before I could fall asleep there was a knock on the door which jolted me back to life. I stood up and went to the door, rubbing my eyes as I walked. I opened the door to see the butch looking woman standing there. She had black jeans on with an unhooked denim vest. You could tell she was sort of the butch style, the way she carried herself and wore shirts as though she had no boobs underneath them. She was so confident and upfront, a quality I would soon learn to enjoy. I smile at the woman, trying not to appear tired, even though I truly was but only just a bit.

"Hey, my name's Shane." She greeted.

Shane. Such a masculine name, Shane, yet gender neutral too. It fit her.

"I live next door. Look, we're, uh, we're having a party, like, right now and we all just wanted to be friendly and, you know, invite you over."

I smiled yet again, more sincerity within it. I found her invitation sweet, despite my lack of mood for partying. I looked at Monique.

"Want to go?" I asked.

Shane looked within our domain to see Monique. She waved simply by just raising her hand up and putting it back down.

"Hey, I'm Shane."

"I see that. My name is Monique Lisson and this is Ziva David."

Shane grinned. They have such exotic names and accents too.

"Awesome. Where you two from?" She asked, curious.

"I am Israeli." I spoke.

"I was born in France, but I am French, Italian, and Spanish." Monique said.

Shane nodded, seeming intrigued.

"Well, would you like to head over? Or you guys… busy?" Shane ask, gesturing her thumb towards Bette and Tina's place.

Monique and I shared glances and nodded, deciding to go to the party. We had absolutely no idea what we would potentially be getting ourselves into.