From Fantasy to…

The car ahead of me pulls off to the right and I see that it's my friend Timothy McGee. I wonder what causes him to pull over and then I see him lean over the wheel. I maneuver my vehicle behind his and run up to his door. Pulling the door open I see that he's flushed and put my hand to his face.

"Ziva?"

He blushes even more, as I take in his fevered green eyes and warm skin. I wonder if he is sick and offer to follow him home. He shakes his head no and I start to protest when I see that he is shaking now and put my two senses…cents… in as I hit the remote on my car fob to lock it and shove McGee to the other seat.

"What? Ziva, I'm fine…I just…"

"You do not look fine McGee so I am taking you home."

Tim says nothing as he slumps back against the seat. I reach across him to buckle his seatbelt and notice not for the first time the heat that is coming from him. This time however it is from his lower body. I bring my gaze back up to his face and he's closed his eyes, thinking perhaps that I will try hurting him for even thinking about me in a sexual way.

But he does not know of my fantasies; the ones where he plays a starring role. I start the car and we drive to his apartment. Once we arrive, he frantically starts scrambling with the belt that is restraining him. I brush his hands away and he inhales, making me smile at his responsiveness.

With the belt removed, he tries again to exit the car. I allow it and leisurely follow him to his apartment. Just as he opens his apartment door I slip inside and shut it securely behind us.

That shy gulp of air as he realizes that I'm not leaving reinforces my determination to stay. I want to touch him, to find out what makes him tack...no…tick…that is it…tick.

"Ziva, please I—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Mean to do what Timothy?"

"Think about you this way." His whispered response is nothing compared to the squeak that happens as I run my hands down his chest.

"Ziva? What are you doing?"

"I am fulfilling a fantasy Tim…one with you and me and…where is Jethro?"

"He's…at…Abby's…I…we share him on weekends..."

"So…we have the weekend to spend alone yet together…is that what I'm hearing?"

Another gulp as he takes in my determination, my desire to have my way with him. "Yes?"

"Excellent."

"Oh my god." And then he is quiet. I look up at him and he's standing there almost, but not quite terrified.

"Come Tim, I promise not to bite too hard."

It is an easy promise. I want first to explore this man. This gentle man; he is nothing like any man I have ever known. I lead him into his bedroom and he watches passively as I slowly strip off his clothing. The erection he is sporting springs forth at my lightest touch and I know then why he was so warm in the car.

He was fantasizing too…about me perhaps? I lead him into the shower and gently wash him before climbing in and soaping my own body. That brings him out of his stupor and he grabs a soft cloth and helps me finish by washing my back and then my hair.

He picks me up and I can feel the strength in his arms, yet I do not fear his strength. I know that he will never knowingly hurt me.

"Love me Tim."

"Always."

Then begins a night that I could never have imagined; yet it some ways, it feels like a dream come true.

The soft touch of his fingers on my face says as much as those soft green eyes do. He silently begs me not to hurt him and I want to curse those who have done so in the past. I look into his eyes as I gently push him onto the bed and follow him down. He is so scared; more so than I am.

I kiss his eyes and then his nose. When I taste his lips I know true intoxication. I nibble on his chin and then start to move lower. His hands snap to my waist and I look at him in surprise.

"Don't do this if it's just a joke. I couldn't bear it if this is something that you and Tony or Abby dreamed up."

At those two names I want to snarl…Tony for his role in belittling this man at every turn and Abby for breaking his heart not just once but many times over the years.

"I am not joking. I have wanted you for a long time. I just did not know how to show you."

He sighs and finally I feel him start to relax. He smiles at me and I ask him if he would mind if I played out a fantasy. That blush I saw earlier comes back and I can see that it starts low and rises as does his response.

"I'd like that."

"Good." I can almost sense that his trust in me is complete. I have him stretch out and slowly start my exploration of his body. He is extremely sensitive to touch as I find that even my softest touches gain response. He is quivering like a bow and so far all I have done is lightly touch his upper body and arms.

I kiss his elbows and he giggles at the sensation. I give him a mock glare and he blushes as he stumbles over an apology. "I'm sorry, it just tickles."

"I can tickle here as well…" I lightly touch the inside of his thighs and he sighs his pleasure

"Oh please, touch me there."

I bring my hands down his legs, finding all his pleasure zones. His feet are particularly sensitive and as I touch the ball of his foot, his entire body twitches. His erection which had been slightly deflating springs back to full attention. I lick my lips and as I touch his foot again I lightly touch his erection with my lips.

His hand reaches down and caresses my head, "Please."

That is all he says and I bring my hand up to lightly cup him as I gently suck on his tip. The sigh that escapes his lips speaks as loudly as his next breath when I run my tongue along the length of him, tasting, smelling inhaling just what it is that is Tim McGee.

Another inhale then a soft voice asking me if I'll let him taste me. I look up at him in surprise and nod in agreement. He sits up and bends just enough to pick me up and turn me so that his tongue is at my entrance and I swallow hard when I feel his breath down there.

That is a touch I will always savor; the soft tongue on my opening, lightly rubbing at my clit and then his tongue is inside of me. I almost forget my own mission when I feel the raspy touch that is his tongue. I run my hands down his legs and then I feast on him as he starts to feast on me.

I can feel the cream inside of me heat up, and I hear the moans coming from his throat as well as my own. My head starts bobbing up and down and I run my tongue up his length one more time before swallowing him whole. His reaction triggers my own and we both come at the same time.

When I am coherent enough to think straight he's rearranged us so that he is between my legs which are now over his shoulders. He's alternating between licking my clit and nibbling on it. When he's not doing that, his tongue is dipping inside me, licking at my inner walls.

My body once again succumbs to him and soon I am screaming his name as he gently pushes inside of me, setting a pace that gradually speeds up until he's shouting my name too. When we finish he rolls off of me, ever the gentleman, and pulls me into his arms as we fall asleep.

The one thing I didn't expect was the fear in those green eyes when next I woke.

"What is wrong?"

"You aren't mad at me? For…you know…the fantasy?"

I sigh as I silently rage at those who have hurt this man over the years, myself included. I give him a hug and sit on his chest, lightly playing with his nipples as I say, "I am not mad at you…for that…I am mad that you never said anything before now."

"I was afraid that you'd laugh. Or that it would affect our friendship. I don't want to lose you Ziva, not ever. You're one of the best friends I've ever had…asidefromGibbs."

I smile and know that someone has a crash…no a crush… on our boss…hmm…this could lead to another fantasy coming true…