Ziva woke up at 8 am, an hour to which she was becoming accustomed.
I wonder why pregnancy makes one so tired? If I had been told a year ago that I would get in the habit of sleeping so late... What is the rest of the phrase? Oh well. I should ask Abby about this.
Ziva climbed out of bed, careful to not wake her sleeping lover. Having successfully gotten out of bed without so much as a sigh from Abby, she spent a few moments gazing at her mate.
She is so beautiful when she sleeps. Well, all the time really but she is rarely still enough for this kind of scrutiny. Ziva smiled fondly. The contrast of her raven hair and snow white skin, her gentle curves; I am the luckiest woman on earth.
Abby rolled over, a peaceful moue on her sleeping face.
Ziva's smile turned bittersweet. Despite the obvious differences, Abby often reminded Ziva of Thalia and, at this moment, the figure in the bed seemed to flicker between Thalia and Abby.
How do they manage to see the evil in the world and yet remain innocent and trusting? Why do they, who are so kind, almost perfect, love someone like me?
Abby's eyes flickered open and she smiled sleepily.
"Whatcha thinking'?" Abby mumbled with a voice filled with sleep.
"How amazing you are, Ahuvati. And how incomprehensible it is that you love me without condition."
Abby's smile deepened as her mind took in an answer that was far too serious for a pre-CafPow conversation.
"It would be really hard not to love you, Z. In fact, if you will recall, I tried and failed to hate you."
Ziva laughed and sat back down on the bed.
"I need to get to work on setting up for tonight."
"Nah. You're picking up the food, the house is spotless thanks to your nesting urges, and we can have everything else up in less than an hour... unless you've got some secret prep to do."
Ziva chuckled and captured Abby's lower lip with her mouth. " I suppose you are correct. So what do you suggest we do with our spare time?"
Abby grinned wickedly and with unexpected energy (considering the lack of caffeine) straddled Ziva, careful to balance herself so that she would not put too much pressure on Ziva's ever expanding abdomen.
Ziva smiled and leaned forward into Abby's kiss. Although Ziva was usually more dominant than her sexual partners, Abby had quickly asserted herself as the more dominant of the two in the bed (and coffin), and Ziva enjoyed the role reversal.
Leaning back, she closed her eyes as Abby traced her lips, jawline, and neck, alternating between quick licks, fleetingly hard nips, and a light scraping of her teeth. She shivered as Abby gently bit her ear lobe before moving back down to clamp her lips around Ziva's left nipple, which she bit then soothed with her tongue. Meanwhile, Abby's other hand rolled and caressed Ziva's other breast, making the already erect nipple tingle and sending bolts of electricity down Ziva's spine.
After applying the same treatment to each breast, Abby moved her exploring tongue down, tracing a burning trail down from Ziva's xyphoid process to her navel. Flicking her tongue in and out of the depression a few times, eliciting the first moan from Ziva. She grinned triumphantly; she and Ziva competed to see how long it would take Abby to draw a response from Ziva. Apparently today Ziva had little self-control.
Abby slipped back up to receive a passionate kiss from Ziva, whose eyes were already glazed over with desire.
"What did you say, cher?"
"Mmm?" Ziva hummed in response.
"Words, sweetie?"
"Please..."
"Please what?"
Ziva's eyes opened and flashed in annoyance. Abby had reduced her mind to mush and now expected her to form coherent requests? In English?
Abby smiled innocently in return, waiting for Ziva's response.
"Please... I need you." Ziva finally ground out from between clenched teeth, already feeling the muscles in her vagina tense in anticipation.
Abby slid down carefully, continuing to avoid putting weight on her their child, and slipped between Ziva's thighs. Abby took a moment to breathe in her lover's essence, a concentration of her unique scent that was comprised of sandalwood, pomegranate, and some exotic scent that Abby was fairly certain was uniquely Ziva.
Ziva whimpered, breaking Abby's reverie. In response, Abby plunged three fingers into Ziva's already wet core, causing Ziva to cry out and attempt to raise her hips. With her free hand, Abby held Ziva's pelvis down while her tongue and teeth teased Ziva's swollen clitoris and her other hand pumped a steady rhythm that matched Ziva's own.
When Ziva climaxed, Abby slid back up and captured Ziva's lips in her own, stifling her scream of pleasure and allowing Ziva to taste herself.
Abby had quickly discovered that bringing Ziva to her climax and watching her eyes as she came back down would lead to an intense orgasm of her own without any physical stimulation.
Thus, when Ziva came back to herself, she embraced her quivering, moaning lover and watched Abby ride out her own wave of pleasure. When Abby returned to earth, the two kissed languorously and then molded their bodies together for warmth as their sweat evaporated.
Abby could feel Ziva's breathing slow and even out. She stroked her hair, removing the tangled curls from Ziva's sweaty brow and closed her eyes, happy that Ziva would be getting a few more hours of sleep.
Comfortably ensconced in Ziva's embrace, Abby succumbed to her post-coital exhaustion.