*WARNING WARNING THIS MAY BE INTENSE...Caution to all whimps, I did warn you.
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Inspiration, Lets Say...
Tony and Ziva sat in Tony's temporary car (while his car was still getting repaired), waiting impatiently at a red light. With a torturous glint in her eye, Ziva reached over and placed her hand high up on Tony's thigh, causing him to have a sharp intake of breath.
Half-smiling, she pulled her hand further up until it reached his waistline, completely missing the certain area she knew that he needed her to touch the most. Catching his gaze, she held it as she lowered her hand again, to hover over his susceptible bulge in his pants. Leaning back in his seat, Tony gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles went white.
They were roused from each other by a rather annoying car, which was honking at them urging them to keep driving.
Mildly frustrated, Tony drove at Ziva/Gibbs speed and was not at all surprised when he arrived at his apartment in super time.
He parked and jumped out of the car and slammed the door, looking over to find Ziva already holding the elevator.
They raced to his apartment, almost knocking over the cleaner and her trolley. Hurled insults bounced off them as they grappled at the lock on the door. Trying to find the right key, Tony dropped the keys on the floor. Bending down and retrieving the keys, he stood up to find the door wide open and Ziva sitting on one of his sofas. Examining the lock, he found a hairpin sticking out of it, and looked at Ziva skeptically.
'What? You were taking an ages,' she said making her self comfortable.
'I was taking ages Zee-vah, ages,' he corrected her shrugging off his jacket and pulling off his shoes and moving to stand in front of Ziva. He placed both of his hands on either side of Ziva, resting on the top of the sofa.
He leant in and whispered in her ear, 'Lets see how your present looks then shall we?' He slid his arms around her waist, picked her up roughly, and flipped her over his shoulder. Slightly vexed at Tony's strength, Ziva let him carry her to the counter top, and let him sit her down next to the bag that contained her new set of lingerie.
Tony leant in and kissed her passionately, growling slightly as he felt Ziva's hand wander down his chest, and to the waistline of his jeans. She played with the hem of his shirt, before trailing her hands back up to undo his buttons. Once the buttons were undone Tony took her hand in his and kissed his way up it, Ziva gasping when his lips reached her collarbone.
Ziva pulled his mouth back to hers, to catch his lips in a crushing kiss. She traced the planes of his chest, the hard muscles that lay there. Smiling she rested her hands on his hips before taking off his belt. She threw the belt in the general direction of the sofa.
Tony kissed down her jawline, grinning when Ziva threw her head back to expose the rest of her neck to him. He drew away to Ziva's annoyance, and whispered against her lips, 'So what was that you were saying about undressing at the cafe? Something about, oh, taking clothes off?' he asked cheekily.
'I think that was the general drift of that conversation. Would you like me to demonstrate?' she replied. Ziva pulled her shirt off, and sat in front of him in just her bra and jeans.
Hardening at the sight, Tony watched as Ziva unclipped her bra, and throw it somewhere near his belt.
'Would you like me to continue, Tony?'
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7PM, McGEE'S APARTMENT:
McGee was beginning to become impatient. It was 7pm and Abby hadn't arrived yet. Calm down Timothy. Its Abby. She must just be coming fashionably late.
It was 7:01pm when McGee heard a knock on the door. He raced to the door, and nearly pulled it off its hinges, struggling to remain in a facade of calm.
When he had fully opened the door, he was greeted by a very smiley Abby, who was holding up a bottle of wine. 'I got it especially for you, it is your favorite wine still, isn't it?'
'Of course it is, won't you come in?' he said offering to take her coat. Abby wordlessly took her coat off to reveal what was underneath.
McGee let his jaw dropped as he looked over what she was wearing, a black corset with red stitching, and a frilly black tu-tu skirt. She naturally wore her regular pumps and fish net stockings with it.
Remembering to breathe, McGee took her coat and hung it on the coat rack. Abby made herself at home, walking into the kitchen and finding two wine glasses and a cork-screw, and settling down on one of McGee's dining chairs. She silently crossed her legs, and placed the wine glasses on the table and waited for McGee to join her. He came to stand next to her, and poured her a glass of wine.
Pouring one for himself, he sat down opposite her, and drank nearly half the glass in the time that Abby had drained hers.
After dinner, McGee cleared the plates and pulled up to chairs to his type writer. With jazz serenading them in the background, McGee and Abby sat in front of his typewriter and stared at it, both waiting for each other to say something.
Finally McGee loaded his paper, and typed a recount of the evening so far. He detailed the parts where Agent McGregor was staring at Amy and wrote in a few of McGregor's fantasies that he was also having throughout dinner.
He looked over at Abby as he finished recounting dinner.
'OK, this is the part when I have no inspiration,' he said almost under his breath.
'Well let me help then,' Abby said, as she leant over and typed something on the typewriter.
Looking over, McGee smiled as he read what was on the paper;
Amy pulled McGregor closer to her and kissed him.
He looked back to Abby and was about to say something when she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with passion, just as the paper said.
'Do you still need inspiration?' she said between kisses, trying to regain her breath.
'Do you have something more, Abby?' he replied against her lips.
Wordlessly, she leant over and wrote something more;
Then he pulled off her shirt and kissed down her neck.
Reading this he turned to Abby and did exactly what she typed. He kissed her again on the lips and continued kissing all the way down her neck, brushing back her hair. While he was leaving hickies on her neck, his hands were busy unfastening the ties that brought together her corset.
Finally he loosened the whole thing and carefully slipped the corset over her head. She pulled his lips back up to hers, smearing lipstick over his face. She unbuttoned his shirt all the way and left it hanging open.
'I think I can leave the typing for later,' he said standing up and holding his hand out to Abby, leading her to his bedroom.
Hmmmm, should I write on??? well that is the question, or is it. Indecision may or may not be my problem. I will update soon, promise.
