Our pair after the Christmas party, at least one more chapter for this story perhaps two. Hope you're all still enjoying despite the fact Christmas in our world is over. Thanks in advance for any reviews they make my day.
Gibbs let Ziva into his house, the click of her heels resounding loud on his hardwood floors. He shut the door behind him and threw the deadbolt. The hard push he had to give it was testament to its unused nature. The ride to his house had been filled with a surprisingly comfortable silence. "We should talk about this." He saw her smile, a sly drifting of pleasure across her mouth.
"We should." She nodded watching him cross the distance between them. Before he could say more she slid his suit jacket off his shoulders folded it and laid it on the coffee table.
"What did Vance say to you?" Gibbs felt her fingertips slide across his back through the fine cotton of his shirt and didn't hide the shiver of need they caused.
"Only that he would not interfere in anything we chose to pursue. He assumed we already had." his chuckle made her respond in kind. "He was sure if he did you would retire. But you will not."
"I won't ?" Ziva undid his sidearm and set it on the coffee table as well, the feel of her disarming him was doing wonderful things to him
"You will not because I wish to look at you each day throughout the day and remember the night before." His indrawn breath and hand biting into her hip told her she'd chosen the right words with no mistakes this time.
Gibbs watched her step out of her black heels, watched them slide across his floor with a simple push of her foot. Such a simple gesture and already his blood was on fire. "Everyone will know." He didn't have to elaborate knew she understood when she smiled.
"That was my intention Jethro." She saw the flare of blue flame in his eyes. "Does that bother you?"
"Not in any negative way." Her laugh raced across his skin touching nerve endings he'd forgotten he had. "This will change things Ziver ."
"Yes it will, a change we have both wanted for some time now." Ziva reached up and pulled the pins from her hair letting them drop to his floor.
Her hair fell, a tangle of mussed curls dark chocolate against vibrant red and he couldn't stop his hand from reaching forward and touching the soft locks. "More than want you Ziver need you."
Ziva knew what it cost him to share something so meaningful answered by touching her hand to his chest, a simple press of her palm to his heartbeat. Then slowly she began undoing the buttons of his shirt. "I keep black cotton sheets on my bed Jethro. I do so because I can picture you laid back against them the silver in your hair in perfect contrast. The image stays with me all day, sustains me until I can get home and pretend you are really with me."
Gibbs was floored by her words. He'd never had a woman openly admit to fantasizing about him. Unconsciously he touched his hair, the one thing his vanity didn't enjoy and she found it arousing?
Ziva smiled as she guided his belt from its loops. "There have been nights I have pictured silver clenched in my hands as you slipped inside me and it was all I could do not to show up in your basement."
Gibbs bit out a curse, her words were lighting a match to the very dangerous flame of his need. He'd planned to give her time, give them both time to work out how this would go. Instead she was taking his previously mentioned limits and pushing them hard. As his shirt hit the floor his hands moved from the elegant line of her collar bone to the first of the buttons on her dress. He'd spoken of his intent to make quick work of those buttons earlier. Now standing before him she seemed his own personal Christmas gift just waiting to be unwrapped. Each button was like the small window of an advent calendar just waiting to reveal a surprise behind it. With a patience drawn from years of watching his prey and waiting he slipped the first button through its confinement. Her sigh of pleasure was his first reward, whispering over frayed nerve endings like a balm.
"Twenty-two buttons Ziva. No man can survive you wearing this sort of dress. I watched you all night until I had you in my arms, wondering just what it would be like to undo these buttons. " The second button slipped free hinting at the hollow of her breasts.
"What happened to rule nine?" Ziva heard his chuckle felt two more buttons slide open and had to brace her hands against his shoulders.
"Impatient Ziva?" he released another button revealing snow white satin and lace. He should have had a camera.
"I have waited far too long to have your hands on my body Jethro, yes I am impatient." The lightening in his eyes raked over her his hands clenching in the fabric of her dress.
All his intentions of being slow and methodical were shot to hell with her words. A rough pull of his fingers and the remaining buttons were hitting his floor with the slight clatter of satisfaction and plastic. Just as quickly the remnants of her dress puddled at their feet. The soft whoosh of fabric should have lent him some relief instead he was frozen in a wash of need when he saw what had been underneath those damn buttons. The earlier peek of white satin and lace had done little to warn him of the way the teddy she wore hugged ever curve and begged for his touch. "I'm a dead man."
Ziva giggled, "Guess I'll have to find a way to resuscitate you." He was moving far to slow so she took the initiative of kissing him. Really kissing him, not the appropriately modest kiss from earlier.
Gibbs felt her mouth slide open against his, the way her tongue mixed with his and had to clench his hands in her hair to keep from laying her down on the floor. He was damn sure having her in his arms was a Christmas Miracle, karma could never be so kind. He wasn't the kind of man of man prone to romantic gestures, but the play of lights from his Christmas tree over the satin on her body was inspiring. She'd forced him to put it up only two weeks earlier and he'd spent more than a few nights picturing her laid out underneath it. As her mouth made magic with his he had to force himself to break the kiss. For a moment all he could do was breathe raggedly. "Wait here, just don't move."
Ziva wasn't fully steady as he broke away from her, might have thought he was having second thoughts except for the very obvious way his body told her otherwise. She watched him walk to the hall closet and pull out a thick comforter. It was snow white and thick with down, watching him lay it underneath the Christmas tree she felt a shiver of anticipation.
Gibbs wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her down onto the blanket until they were both kneeling, facing each other. "Glad you made me put up the tree."
Ziva smiled, feeling every stroke of his fingers as they slid the strap of her teddy off her shoulder. The sand paper slide of his calloused fingers made her eyes flutter closed. "I am even more glad you did not argue with me about it."
"No use arguing with you Ziva, you like getting your way." Gibbs laughed softly when as he slid the other strap down she fixed him with a stare full of irony. "Glad about that too or we might not be here."
"There is such a thing as too much patience, Jethro, at the moment you are testing mine." Her hands tugged at the button of his dress pants, pulling him closer even as she undid them.
Her hands working his zipper down stilled as he worked the satin and lace past her hips. Rolling her underneath him he pulled it off in a smoother motion than he would have thought possible when he saw what lay underneath. The angel metaphor was overused until you looked at her, golden skin and dark hair on a blanket of white. He couldn't remember the last time he physically couldn't breathe but for the briefest second the ability was lost to him. "Yep definitely a dead man"
Ziva saw all the things Gibbs couldn't say when he looked at her. The play of every emotion, every need flickered in his eyes as they moved across her body and she felt tears threaten. Without knowing how he'd managed it she found his body finally free of clothing pressed against hers. The pleasure of the sensation was almost too much; her body shook lightly underneath him. When he traced his lips across her neck the feeling intensified.
The play of twinkling lights made Gibbs question if perhaps tonight was just a dream, if he would wake up cold and alone on his couch in the morning. He knew it was reality when his mouth claimed one dusky nipple and she called out his name. Dreaming was never this good, dreaming Ziva never left marks on his bicep. She'd branded him hers with every look, every smile at the party earlier; here, now was just a continuation of that branding. "Really want to go slow Ziver, you're making that difficult."
Ziva thought if he went any slower he might stop her heart mid-beat. "There will be other nights for slow." Her words were a risk, a penny in the pond that he might want more than just a moment with her. The ripples of her remark were clear in the way he let his mouth trail down her stomach. It was a slow slide of tongue and silver hair caressing every nerve ending.
Gibbs let his tongue swirl gently across her hip bone relishing how her hips moved beneath him wanting more. "That's true, lots of nights, mornings and afternoons too. I'm thinking I won't be letting you go anytime soon."
He let his breath fan against the silk of her inner thigh and it made her whole body shake. His tongue found her then, delving deep and tearing a cry of pleasure from her throat. Her hands clenched hard in his hair, both pushing and pulling him toward her in one motion. His tongue drove her to madness making her shake underneath him.
Gibbs let his mouth play at her softness tasting every bit of spice that spilled across his tongue; it was his intention to have her this way until she couldn't breathe. But, her hands tugging demandingly at his shoulders, drawing him up her body couldn't be refused. His eyes found hers as he thrust inside her. It wasn't as patient or gentle as he'd planned. Her gasp of pleasure and the way her body tightened wickedly around him had him wishing he could catch his breath.
The first hard slide of Gibbs inside her had Ziva arching to meet him. Nothing could have made her believe it could be this good. Her legs wrapped around him drawing him even deeper than she thought possible, his shoulders shook and a sweat broke out on his brow. She knew he was holding back waiting for her as his hips shifted against hers knew he wouldn't have to wait any longer. His mouth on her breast hand at her hip and she was lost, a hot wash of sensation spread through her breaking her into pieces beneath his touch.
Gibbs knew the moment Ziva came, her head fell back against the blankets, her nails bit into his skin and she called out his name. If her body holding him in a satin tight grip hadn't been enough the sight of her lost underneath him would have been. A slow burn raced through him every movement magnified until he followed her, calling her name and dissolving into the pleasure they'd created.