Hahah I ultimately win! But, I was feeling generous so I wrote this chapter. Just to appease the people who were going to probably kill me if I didn't post this, (inc. some of my friends EEP!)
(dramatic music)THE LONG AWAITED SEX CHAPTER (dramatic music)
Frowning from discomfort in his pants, Tony absorbed the scene that was unfolding in front of his eyes. Hmmm, looks like one of his fantasies.
Ziva. In his apartment. With only a scrap of fabric covering her nether regions.
Suddenly, an evil thought stuck him. Haha, I love this, he thought as he played the plan through his mind.
'Well do you Tony?' she said, sliding her hands down the sides of her chest to stop at the waistline of her jeans, obviously enjoying the look that was plastered on Tony's face.
Looking over Ziva's half naked frame again, slightly panting from loss of breath from the intense kisses they had shared before.
Time to put the plan into action...
Being led through McGee's apartment, bought back some vague memories, some of her, Ziva and Tony having dinner there, and some of her own fantasy creations that had spontaneously been coming to her more and more frequently recently.
They had finally reached their destination, McGee's bedroom.
The walls were a dark brown/beige, a creative and generally McGee-ish room. The far wall behind his bed was a single "wall-covering" bookcase.
Abby grinned broadly, and looked to McGee, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. She took this moment to jump on McGee's lap, and shifting to straddle him.
McGee chuckled and ran his hands up the sides of her fish-net clad thighs and up to slide his hands under her skirt. He pulled Abby closer to him and looked back to her, and to his immense pleasure she had taken the liberty of tilting her head to him, revealing the side of her long slender neck.
His lips brushed along her jaw, then down the side of the column of her neck. Once again, as he found the spot which Abby liked to be touched in particular, she moaned as McGee's lips caused friction with her smooth skin.
His hands massaged the back of her thighs, almost where her ass meets her legs. McGee then continued to run his lips back past her jaw and to whisper in her ear, 'What happens now, Amy?'
Considering her options, Abby chose the one that was the sexiest way of spending the night, especially considering her current position.
She bought McGee's lips to hers, and they kissed for the first time that night. As their tounges mingled, Abby bought her hand to cover McGee's which was currently massaging her thighs. She lifted them to wrap around her hips, giving her better leverage on McGee.
'You tell me,' she said against his lips.
Obviously thinking hard about what she had just said, after a few seconds his face comically lit up and he had apparently though of a plan of attack.
Curious, Abby pressed her lips against his and pulled away again quickly, wanting to know the concept of the new game they were playing.
'Special Agent McGreggor?'
She looked into McGee's eyes to be greeted by a mischievous glint.
The grip on her hips tightened, and caught unawares, McGee flipped her around and gently lay her on her back.
He stood up and circled the bed, as if he was examining her. He rounded the bed once more, and came to stand at Abby's feet.
He leant against the bed and rested his hands on either side of Abby's waist.
'Then, Special Agent McGreggor slid his hands under Amy's skirt and removed her stockings,' he said huskily under his voice.
He (you guessed it) then slid his hands down her waist, making her shiver, and ran his hands under her skirt and then instead of pulling her ¾ fish nets down, he flickered his gaze back to Abby, her face flushed and eyes closed.
'With his teeth,' he said with a grin. Abby's eyes instantly flew open, only to look down and see McGee artfully placing a kiss high on each thigh before, growling softly, only just very gently bit down on the lacy material and pulled down the stockings. His teeth constantly came in contact with Abby's skin, which made her gasp and inaudibly shiver.
Looking up at his handi-work, McGee saw that Abby was ready, and very liable. Tossing both of the fish nets across the room, McGee looked Abby in the eyes.
'You didn't think that they were actually going to stay on you for long, did you, Amy?'
Waiting for an answer, McGee lowered himself easily to hover over Abby, and kissed her teasingly before trailing his lips up her jaw and softly nipping her earlobe.
'Amy, did you hear me? I said did you think that they were going to stay on for long?'
Hearing her shallow breathing, McGee thought he should put her out of her misery, placing another bruising kiss on her lips.
'McGee! What has gotten into you?' she said with a smile. 'Why are you still wearing clothes, McGreggor, they are making me feel naked-' she said, before being cut off by McGee kissing her passionately again.
'You feel naked, because quite frankly, you are almost naked, save this skirt. Which needs to go,' he said as he found the waist line of the skirt and pulled it off her body.
'And I am still wearing clothes because I have been busy undressing you,' he murmured against her lips.
'Well that just won't do, Special Agent McGreggor, it will have to be fixed.'
Abby made short work of the buttons that made McGee's probably designer shirt close. The shirt fell of his chest, and revealed the hard and toned planes of McGee's chest to her, for the taking.
She pushed the shirt of his shoulders and looked back at him, as if to ask permission.
'Yes, Amy?'
GAH I JUST CAN'T DO IT! I CANT MAKE MCGEE SEXY AND IF HE ISNT SEXY HE WILL BE ALL PAEOPHILIAC! I will just have to carry that on in the next chapter. Meanwhile at Tony's apartment...
Tony leaned forward and kissed Ziva on her bottom lip, his hands restraining her from moving at all. Even though Ziva liked to be in charge, she liked it when a man took control, but not too much. Tony would have to watch himself.
Suddenly, Tony released her hands and stopped kissing her lip, and causally walked away.
'Tony!? Where are you going?' she called after him, mildly annoyed, but she knew that he had something in mind.
Following him she reached his bedroom, with white walls, dark carpet and an enormous bed. She inhaled, never wanting to forget the smell of his bedroom, the smell was just like him, it smelled of hair gel, new stuff smell, and a type of musky cologne smell she couldn't place.
She turned around, to be confronted with a massive surround sound system, which was connected to the obscenely large projector TV/DVD screen.
Still confused of Tony's where abouts, she searched in the walk-in-wardrobe, and the en suite, to find no trace of Tony. She came back to the lounge, sat down on one of his many sofas, and started to toy with her locket. She was certain that she found a way to crack open the locket, spying a rather sturdy looking lamp on the side table.
She reached for the lamp, but was intercepted by Tony standing in front of her, seemingly popping out of no where.
She looked at Tony, and he stared back at her as if to say, Ziva you just drooled.
Ziva had to restrain herself from slapping Tony for making her anxious. 'Where did you go?'
'I went to the bathroom,' he said simply.
'But I checked the bathroom,' said a very puzzled Ziva.
'Well, obviously not the one you checked in,' he said with a grin. 'I was in the bathroom and remembered something very, interesting that you said the other day at work,' Tony leaned in and began to whisper in Ziva's ear.
'Halloween. You had coffee...' he prompted.
The words that Ziva had said ran through his head once more, as he had been replaying for days in his mind, just to hear those words he would have never had heard coming from Ziva. Then I will completely at your mercy...served with an extra special wicked smile, revelaing if anyone was looking close enough would have been a very explicit message about their personal life. Not that the WHOLE TEAM already didn't know, either from gossip or having seen those photos.
'Now, do you remember?' he said looking at her distorted face, telling him that yes of course she remembered.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her closer to him, her instant reaction being to circle her arms around his neck. He kissed her and slid his hands down her waist, making her shiver in anticipation.
Tony undid the button on Ziva's jeans, making her have an intake of breath. He continued to undress her, sliding down the fly effortlessly, and easily pulled the somewhat offending item off her legs.
He pushed back on her legs, making her fall heavily onto the sofa. He, for the second time that night, leant in to place both of his hands on either side of Ziva's shoulders and grasped them and picked her up to position her so that she was lying horizontally on his sofa. He sighed in pleasure at the sight that was quite literally lain out in front of him.
He could see that she was getting flustered, her nipples were pebbling, becoming hard and round, and from where he was standing, he could see that she was very, wet.
'Now, Ziva,' he paused to clear his throat. 'That thing that you said?'
Looking back to Ziva, she looked as if her thoughts were something of a different nature, the look in her eyes looked like something you would see when a panther sets its eyes on its prey.
Tony knelt down to be eye to eye with Ziva. She propped herself up on one arm, so that she could stare into his eyes, Tony only dressed in casual jeans and nothing else.
Tony moved to run his hand down Ziva's side, over her ribs an down past her hips, running along the g-string, which probably matched the bra she was wearing, if he took the time to look.
'I am quite confident, that in the cafe, I said something along the lines of, "Tony, stop undressing me with your eyes and take me home and undress me." Am I correct?'
Without skipping a beat, Tony replied, 'What ever you want, sweetcheeks.' Ziva blushed at the nickname that he called her, only when their feelings are very intense.
He brushed his fingers back along the fabric of the only remain article of clothing, keeping Tony away from feeling the entire smoothness of Ziva's skin.
He hooked one finger in the string on the side of her g-string and looked back up at Ziva.
'This must be annoying. And in keeping my promise, I promise you that I will undress you.'
Arching her back to him, Ziva rolled over so that she was again lying on her back, looking very stimulated. She groaned into his touch, as Tony's fingers traced the lacy fabric of her g-string.
'Yes, Tony it is very bad, take it off,' she purred, keeping constant eye-contact with him.
Feeling a little over stimulated himself, Tony tried to distract himself, looking over and spying on his DVD shelf, the back of his copy of Monty Pythons, And Now Something Completely Different, which showed a picture of John Cleese on a desk, in the middle of the woods wearing a bikini.
That should do it for now, he though to himself, relaxing as he gently pulled Ziva's g-string past her thighs, making her growl slightly at the friction that his other hand was making, as the massaged the inside of her upper thigh.
He threw the last item of Ziva's clothing towards the black hole that all clothes seem to disappear into. Looking back at Ziva, her hair ruffled and wavy, going crazy falling across her shoulders, almost to cover her breasts. Her face was slightly flushed and she had crossed her legs for some bizarre reason.
'Tony,' she whispered.
'Yes Zee-vah?' he replied a little too calmly for her consideration.
'What are you waiting for? Touch me already!' she said, sounding very demanding, and made Tony wonder how much he valued his hands if he didn't comply.
So he decided he would do Ziva's bidding, but not how she wanted. He was going to go nice and slow and softly.
Beginning with the legs, he uncrossed them, and placed his hand on one of her legs, and kissed slowly and softly up the other one, his hand massaging smoothly the back of the other leg.
He past her hips and now moved both of his hands to keeps her hips from moving, whilst Ziva ran her fingers through his hair, making sure that he didn't stop. She was biting down hard on her bottom lip, to make her not scream in pleasure.
Tony stopped the kissing, and looked up at Ziva, confused as to why she was being so quiet. He drew his face up to look into Ziva's, but she had thrown her head back in pleasure and had closed her eyes.
Tony kissed ever so softly up her neck, ensuring to make a big enough hickie so in that she would never forget this night.
Suddenly, Tony realized that Ziva was trying to keep her emotions under control. Pfft, like that is going to work. Anyways, she needs to learn how to unwind, and my neighbors are used to it now, Tony thought to himself.
'Ziva, I want to hear you let go,' he said softly in her ear, as his thumb started playing with her clit.
Ziva let out a deep moan, that turned Tony on, more than he had ever known was possible. She let go of her lip so that she could try and sound like she was breathing normally.
Tony eyed her nipples, they were so hard they looked like they must have hurt. So to ultimately put her out of her misery, he softly started to suck and pull on one nipple and roll his fingers around the other.
Ziva was struggling to breathe now, her breaths become shallow and quick. Tony slipped one of his fingers inside of Ziva and waited until she calmed down enough to add another.
He continued to rub, suck and slip, until Ziva was so close, she was on the edge. Instead of speeding up as he normally would, Tony raised his face to Ziva's and kissed her as she came. Tony never knew how erotic moaning could be. She came twice and Tony thought she was going to explode so he stopped kissing her, as the second orgasm was making her act quite rough and she was biting down on his lip, and was close to drawing blood.
I DONT MEAN TO DO THIS TO YOU BUT MY INTERNET BROKE!!!! GAH HORRIBLENESS YUKKKK. SO I AM JUST POSTING WHAT I HAVE WRITTEN WHILE I STILL HAVE THE INTERNET SO SORRY FOR THE CRAPPY ENDING. I would kill this person if it wasnt me and i wasnt writing this. I feel your pain. This pain is eased by reviewing (subtle hint)...
