Chapter Seven

It was seven in the morning, and we lied in each other's arms after we had made love for the umpteenth time since we moved here. I let out a dreamy sigh and snuggled further into Monique. She held me tighter and I looked up at her wondrously crafted face. I do not think I would ever live to see the day that I find something imperfect about her. I pushed myself up to kiss her lips and she kissed back without any form of hesitation whatsoever. Her hand roamed to one of my breasts and she stimulated it slowly as we kissed. Work was not for another couple hours so I would have plenty of time to get ready for my first day. When we separated, I looked into her eyes which were even darker with lust. I grinned and sat up from our bed.

"I must get ready for work." I told her.

I watched her nod, sitting up from her spot as I stood up. She also had work today. I admit it was hard, both of us working and not seeing much of each other during the day, but it was okay… and we would definitely make up for lost time whenever we had any chances to do so. I watched Monique stand from the bed and she sauntered so sexually out of the room, as if her swaying hips were beckoning me to follow her. Biting my bottom lip, I found it increasingly difficult to resist the temptation and I scurried after her, almost as though I were an eager lost puppy after finding their owner.

I knew she had gone into the bathroom so that was where I went. Out of the blue, she came from behind the door and ambushed me. She shut the door and guided me back into the shower. Our downstairs bathroom, unlike our upstairs one, did not have a bathtub shower combination. It only had a shower. But I certainly had no objections to it. I inhaled sharply when I felt chilling tiles pressing into my back. She eyed me sensuously as she turned on the shower.

Within an instant, water sprayed across our entire frames, drenching us with warmth. I breathed heavily, anxious as to what she had in store for me. I knew Monique was always the type to give back once she received and she had not quite given back in the same amount I knew she usually would. I bite my bottom lip expectantly and I allow my eyes to dance across her facial features, hoping to deduce something, anything. She was not so easy to read. Slowly, teasingly, she reached over for the purple loofa which dangled from the shower rack. She grabbed it and put a little soap onto it.

At this point I am practically holding my breath, not knowing even remotely what she had planned. There was a sly smirk plastered across her face and a mischievous glint in her eyes as she hiked up my leg around her hip. She began teasing the inside of my thigh with the loofa, inducing me to moan. I allow my hands to go to her shoulders as she continued to lather my frame. Quickly after we finished showering and got out, getting ourselves ready for work.

Later that early evening, I am walking home from work when I see Bette sitting on her porch. I smile and she waved. I was so tempted to stop by, talk with her, and I did. I walked up the sidewalk which led to the steps she sat on. I smiled again and she smiled back.

"Hey, Ziva." Bette greeted, patting the space on the step beside her. "Have a seat."

Eager to do so, I sat down, turning to face Bette.

"So, how's the new job?" She asked me, setting down the mug of tea which was in her hands.

I nod slowly, comprehensively.

"It is alright. But, I am not here for money so much as I am for a change." I told the woman before me.

"Oh?" She asked. "A change of what? Pace? Scenery?"

"Eh," I said, shrugged. "Perhaps it is this. I just needed something different in life… you know what I mean?"

Bette nodded, knowing exactly what I meant. I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a long breath. She furrowed her brows in confusion as she saw me do this.

"Are you okay?" Bette asked, blinking her big brown eyes a few times.

"Yeah, I am just…" I stopped and let out a breath. "I suppose I am conflicted."

"Are you and Monique okay?" Bette asked, sounding concerned for our relationship.

"What? Oh, yeah! We are perfectly great." I assured her. "I am conflicted about… being…"

I grew flustered. I did not know how to really word this, in fear of provoking more confusion.

"Open?" Bette asked. "You've never been openly gay?"

I shook my head, resting my chin on my hand. Bette pursed her lips to the side, seeming as though she felt bad.

"I am sorry. That must have been terribly difficult."

I nod slightly and she put a hand on my shoulder.

"Just know you can be completely open here… especially at our parties. I know Shane sure is." She joked.

I did not get it very easily. I did not know that sometimes when they had gatherings Shane would bring a lady friend and they would fornicate wherever they decided to perch themselves. I then pout slightly, thinking about Monique… missing her.

"Miss her?" Bette asked, knowing Monique was still at work.

"Yeah."

Bette chuckled a bit and let out a reminiscent sigh as she flashed back to when she and Tina had started dating and how she hated going more than a few days without her. That was a long time ago. Just then, I could hear heels clacking on the pavement as someone walked up the sidewalk. I looked to see blue heels, and my eyes panned upward, seeing long legs wearing familiar black slacks and a torso which was draped with a matching blue blouse and black suit jacket. My eyes reached her face, and I smiled.

"Hello, my dear." She greeted, smiling.

The way the sunlight embroidered her figure alone was stunning. She looked somewhat like an angel. I smiled back to her.

"Hi!" I said back, standing up.

Once I was on my feet, I felt Monique wrap her arms around me, holding me. I could tell something was wrong.

"Monique, sweet heart, what is the matter? Did you have a bad day?" I asked her, soothingly moving one hand up and down the span of her back.

I felt her nod and instantly I felt terrible for her. I began to wonder what caused her to have such a bad day.

"What happened, huh?" I asked, looking into her eyes as I brushed some of her curly hair from her face.

The frown on her face hurt my heart a bit, and I hated it that she seemed so down.

"Vance happened." She explained and I let out a somewhat loud breath, becoming angry.

I rolled my eyes at Vance, just the mere mention of him infuriating me. I lean up and push myself onto my tiptoes as I wrapped my arms around Monique's neck and placed a kiss on her lips tenderly. Monique seemed to become a bit happier, kissing me back. I could not see the smile coming to Bette's face. After a few moments of kissing, we pulled apart, and I tilted my head to the left a bit as I looked up into Monique's wondrous face.

"How about I get you home and just pamper you tonight?" I offered, which in turn made her smirk brightly.

"I would love that." Monique replied, caressing my face.

I purred contently and we left Bette and Tina's premises before returning to our own home. What I did not know, despite my astute Mossad training, was Bette had not been the only one watching us that evening.