Ziva woke to find Gibbs' blue eyes watching her. The smile in his eyes winked at her in the still hazy light of dawn. She smiled back almost giggling when his smile grew wider than she'd seen in a long time.
"Good Morning Ziva." The blush he loved so much traveled across her skin at least until the sheet blocked his view.
"Good morning Jethro." He leaned in closer one hand tracing the long strands of her hair. "Last night was, beautiful. I do not think I have the right words to say just how much it meant to me." She was terrified she would say too much, share too much emotion and he would pull away to the safety of just a one-time fling between co-workers.
"I feel the same Ziva. Surprised but only in the best way." He saw surprise in her eyes as well and he was forced to lean in and kiss her nose. "It hasn't just been about wanting you physically Ziva. That has been there since I met you. I like spending time with you, talking to you even if we're just sitting in my basement while I work."
Ziva took in a deep breath and gave him a half smile. "I wondered why you never objected. I worried that maybe you saw me as something closer to family." She saw him pull back and raise an eyebrow. She shook her head and pulled herself to a sitting position. "I realized that wasn't the case once I started to pay attention."
Gibbs sat so he was facing her, she was still wrapped in the sheet but he was nude and he watched something other than a blush heat her skin. "Such as?"
Ziva bit her lip fighting the urge to lean forward and demand he take her again. "You like to touch me. From the beginning you liked to stand close to me, very much in my space. When you would take something I was handing you, your fingers would always brush mine. After a while I began to look forward to those moments. I thought it was just in your nature to flirt. I did not ever imagine that you would truly want me." She frowned wishing she didn't sound so pathetic and quickly managed a smile. "You were not the only one stealing moments though. I like the way you smell, so whenever you are near me I let myself imagine you holding me your scent wrapping around me at night."
The vulnerability she was sharing wasn't lost on him. Taking her hand in his he pressed a kiss to each finger, moving slowly until her pinky finger was sliding in his mouth nipping gently. His gazed fixed on hers he watched mesmerized as her mouth parted on a sigh her free hand gripping the sheet tightly. Releasing her hand he looked down between them almost reluctant to speak again. He was a man of few words in general but what he wanted to say next could cost him more than he was willing to lose.
"Jethro?" Ziva touched his chin moving closer to him when he seemed reluctant to look her in the eye.
"Last night when we spoke about the pictures did you understand what I meant about liking things a bit darker?" He watched his words register, the way she bit her lip the rough way the air escaped her lungs and her nails bit into his thighs. The blush followed the desire that painted her even more beautiful to him.
"I know that when you saw the picture of me tied it turned you on. But I did not want to allow myself to assume I knew what all you enjoy or do not enjoy." She settled even closer to him nudging her way into his lap his hard cock brushing against her stomach forcing her to focus on her breathing before she could think straight again. "You seem reluctant to tell me. Nothing you could say to me could make me want you less Jethro I have waited too long to be in this moment."
"And if what I want is something you can't handle or don't want." He saw the softest smile grace her lips even as her hands traced the plane of his chest and lower still.
"Then I will be honest with you and tell you as much. But I am not a child, nor do I lack experience." If she shifted her hips just right he would slide easily inside her but despite the way he held tightly to her hips and how wet she was they both silently agreed to hold back.
"I'm a dominate Ziva or at least I was many years ago. I haven't allowed myself that part of me in longer than I would like. But if you know the kind of dominate I'm referring to it's not the kind of relationship that can happen with just anyone or that most people can understand." She watched him while he spoke her eyes never wavering never shying away. "But from the moment I saw you I knew I wanted you that way. On your knees willing to do anything I asked, belonging only to me in every way."
As he spoke his tone shifted, the way he held himself was more rigid and his cock even harder against her. She'd suspected based on his reaction yesterday to her picture but had been afraid she'd misread him. He might think she would be surprised but more than anything she was turned on. "I can't picture you any other way. Women talk Jethro and around NCIS there is a lot of talk about you." She almost laughed at the genuine surprise on his face. "A lot of talk, most of it about what you would be like in bed, the general consensus is that you would dominate every moment and crave control. Not quite like you are telling me but it's in your skin. The way you walk and demand the attention of those around you speaks to this desire of yours."
Gibbs digested her words waiting for her to say more instead she'd fallen silent. "And you Ziva how does it make you feel?"
"I have never been a sub to someone Jethro. I have never given that much control to any one person in my entire life. I have never trusted any one enough to look past what I think I should want to what I actually crave. Then I met you and I knew I wanted you in every way a woman can have a man. If I am being honest the idea of giving you complete control is very much a turn on. It makes me curious, makes me feel desired, wanted …special." This time her eyes fluttered away down to where their bodies were nearly joined.
Gibbs couldn't stop his hands from reaching for her hair, pulling her head back gently he slid kisses along her neck as he thrust deeply inside her. "Sweet Ziva, the things I want to do to you."
Ziva was lost as his body rocked against hers, rough thrusts alternated with a gentle rocking motion until she was certain her body would go mad. Her mouth sought his gasping at the sting of his bite as his tongue thrust deep. Against his lips as he pulled back for air she whispered a secret she could never have shared with anyone else. "A little pain does not frighten me Jethro, not from you." Like she'd flipped a switch his body buried deep inside hers his eyes locking with hers filled with shock and naked lust. That look was enough to push her over the edge into a swirl of pleasure that touched every millimeter of skin and had her chanting his name.
Gibbs heard the softly whispered words as the gift they were. The trust they showed spoke volumes about how much she cared for him. His body reacted before his mind could think any further. He gave in to the way her body rippled around him dissolving inside her as lust and desire clouded his thoughts.
Ziva took great satisfaction in the way Gibbs was breathing hard against her. The fine sheen of sweat on their skin was well earned and as tightly as he held her she had no worries she had shocked him in any negative way.
"Jethro I do not wish to push you away but the bathroom is calling." She giggled when he tickled her side. "Not fair. Please let me up."
Jethro rolled over watching as she walked toward her bathroom tossing him a grin as she shut the door. Letting his head fall back against the pillows he wondered how he'd gone from wanting her only in his mind to having her in his bed. Well her bed if you wanted to get technical. Would she truly be able to submit to him? Already his mind and body were reacting to the thought of her willing to do his bidding. She had seen more than he'd expected. He hadn't lied to her the night before true pain was not something he enjoyed giving or receiving. But if he was being honest he enjoyed the beauty that came with giving a spanking, the soft lash of a flogger on a woman's skin he just needed the rough edges sometimes. The possibility that she might be able to accept that was a revelation. She stepped out of the bathroom and he wanted nothing more than to demand she go to her knees. Instead he offered his hand as she crawled back into bed. "There are things to consider if we pursue this Ziva."
She nodded against his shoulder. "Work most of all you have rule twelve after all."
"I would break all the rules for you Ziva. It is only a question of whether or not you want people to know about us or not." She turned toward him question in her eyes.
"We could not be together and work together NCIS would not allow it." Something dangerous flitted through his eyes before he started speaking.
"If we choose to be open about us neither of us will lose our jobs, and the team will remain intact. I can guarantee it." He waited for her to ask him why instead she stayed quiet for a moment and then nodded.
Ziva thought for a moment tried to find the words that would express what she wanted finally she looked at him carefully "I want whatever you want for us." The blue of his eyes seemed to flare to life, pleasure easily visible as he registered her answer. In return she felt proud to have caused such a reaction.
Gibbs knew what she was telling him with that answer saw the small steps she was taking toward what he wanted from her. It was no small thing "I want for us to have our privacy for now at least until it is no longer feasible to remain so." His choice pleased her and she nodded in agreement. "If at any time you change what you want you will tell me understand."
Ziva looked at him almost nodding in response her mind had other ideas and gave him the words she hadn't yet decided to share. "Yes sir."
Gibbs sucked in a breath the words had been tentative offered carefully yet there was no regret in her eyes. He was already gone head over heels in love with her and he didn't even care. It was crazy and he wasn't ready to admit it yet but it was there. "Before we go any further in this Ziva there needs to be ground rules, you have to fully understand what I would expect of you and if it isn't something you want it doesn't mean there isn't an us."
Ziva smiled. "I wasn't worried Jethro. I told you I trust you. Now I thought I might take a shower and make us breakfast"
"You take a shower and I'll make us breakfast." He gave her an affectionate pat on the butt as she wandered once again toward her bathroom. He tossed on his jeans and made his way toward the kitchen. He'd just started the coffee when there was a knock at Ziva's door. The shower was still running so he approached her door slowly. A peek through the side window and he could see John standing outside. Taking a risk he opened the door and watched the other man take a look at him and the apartment and smile as he stepped inside. Gibbs shut the door behind John pushing aside the misgivings he'd had the day before.
"Well it's about time." John watched uncertainty mix with a smile on the other man's face. "Sorry that was probably rude but well I've been telling Ziva you were interested for a while now." John shifted in place when Gibbs didn't speak. "I lost my wallet I was hoping it was here. Mind if check the couch?"
Gibbs decided he should really be nice to the guy since he was partially the reason he and Ziva had managed to get it together and own up to how they felt. "Sure, you want some coffee?"
"If you don't mind that would be great." John dug around the couch cushions finding nothing. Walked around the living room, looked in the book case but it was only after he investigated under the couch did he find his wallet was indeed there. He stood up to find Ziva staring at him. In nothing but a bathrobe and a look of confusion.
"John why are you digging under my couch? Please tell me you knocked." She watched him hold up his wallet and while that explained at least that much she was still worried what Gibbs would think.
"He did Ziva, I let him in I hope that's ok?" he handed her a cup of coffee and another to John feeling them follow as he walked into the kitchen to get his own.
"Of course." Ziva stood close to Gibbs needing him near her to ease the edginess she felt. John was grinning and she couldn't fight the blush.
"How I wish I had brought my camera in." It was the truth Gibbs looked fiercely protective even as a man John could appreciate his good looks and strength what was more obvious was the very clear way he made Ziva his. The way he stood next to her, the way Gibbs watched him and more than that the way Ziva mirrored his body language in her own way.
Gibbs couldn't fight the smile. The man in front of him was so brutally honest that it was hard not to find him likeable. "You do beautiful work John." Gibbs turned away briefly to turn off the stove and serve breakfast onto three plates. He smiled at Ziva's shock and indicated she should sit at the table John had already seated himself at.
John felt his confidence lag just a bit despite the compliment. Ziva had made it clear how formidable Gibbs was and it was very clear that he considered Ziva his. That didn't necessarily bode well for a man who'd seen her naked and then some. "Thank you. It's easy with Ziva to create something beautiful."
Ziva wasn't quite sure what to say so she kept eating. The compliments were nice but she was most worried about how Jethro was feeling with John being in the same space as both of them.
"Ziva is a beautiful woman. I knew that before I saw those pictures but it is nice to know that she can see it now as well." Gibbs saw the cautious way John was answering him and appreciated it. More than anything the man could have said it told him that John respected that Ziva wanted him. John might want Ziva, might find her attractive but he'd never truly entertained the idea he could have her. "Have you ever photographed couples John?" Gibbs almost laughed when Ziva nearly dropped her fork and John was forced to sip his coffee before answering.
John suspected he knew what Gibbs was referring to and managed somehow to hide his surprise. "Typical stuff yes, sittings, weddings, a few maternity photos but nothing like what I did for Ziva. Those have always been single person photos. Though I have wanted to, just never found a willing couple." John watched Ziva place her hands in her lap her eyes fluttering towards the man beside her even as her lips parted ever so slightly. He wasn't the only one who noticed. Gibbs was far more subtle in his recognition just the slightest glance in Ziva's direction and he was fixing John with a telling stare.
Gibbs felt Ziva reach for his hand under the table and despite his promise to give her time he pulled her close and kissed her. He hid nothing of what he wanted in that kiss, nothing of what she meant to him as he made love to her mouth again and again under the gaze of another. He was testing her seeing how far he could push her, the only bit of hesitancy showed in the first moments. Then she was giving herself to him her hands tightening into the skin of his shoulders her breathe rasping out the excitement of what they were doing. He ended the kiss gently pulling away slowly waiting to see how Ziva would react. As he predicted she blushed deeply as she glanced Johns way biting her lip.
"I apologize John if that was rude but Ziva is too much to resist at the moment. Would you excuse us for just a minute?" John grinned and nodded.
Ziva still unable to find words to break through what was happening allowed herself to be led into the living room. She had expected the bedroom but was in truth thankful he wasn't asking that of her yet. "Why?"
"Because it's what I wanted. I wanted him to know that you are mine and that he only gets to see you from now on if I allow it." His words pleased her he could see it in the way her shoulders straightened felt it in the way her fingers tightened around his. "Had we had more time together I might have asked more of you than just a kiss in front of him, would you have refused sweet Ziva?"
Ziva swallowed hard taking in a sharp breath before forcing out her response. "I would not have refused you."
Gibbs stroked the barely exposed skin of her neck reaching underneath the robe. "Good girl. Now I have a question." He flicked her nipple gently before speaking again. "When is your period due Ziva?"
Ziva heard his question like a splash of water and despite her age and experience blushed to the tips of her toes. His soft chuckle deepened the blush but still she answered. "Three days give or take." Her head snapped up when she remembered they hadn't used protection either of the times they'd been together. "I'm sorry I didn't think. I'm not on the pill."
Gibbs had to hide his pleasure at her statement instead he pulled her close letting his hand dive between their bodies as his fingers slipped inside her. "That isn't why I asked. I'm going to ask John to make time in his schedule in two weeks to photograph us…together. Do you object." Her eyes filled with desire, need and around his fingers her body clenched tight just as quickly he saw the uncertainty akin to shame. "I want this Ziva but if you don't say no there will be no disappointment. But if you're afraid to say yes out of fear of what I'll think know that all I want is your honesty, always. Will you do this with me?"
Ziva felt her body trembling around his fingers tightening as she neared orgasm her hips moved against his hand as she whimpered against his throat. "Yes." The words were the barest whisper, a leap of faith and trust and he rewarded her with a quick twist of his fingers that pushed her into an orgasm so intense she couldn't hold back the way she called out his name. Vaguely she registered that in the other room John would know but she couldn't care. Not even when Gibbs laid her on her bed and bade her to wait for him.
Gibbs walked back into Ziva's kitchen knowing full well John was aware that he'd just pleasured Ziva. He sat across from the man and fixed him with a look that made some men nervous. John was bold enough to grin. Gibbs wasn't sure if he liked that or hated it.
"Ziva is beautiful when she comes; I understand that makes you want to hit me. If she were mine I'd feel the same but it's still the truth." John fully expected Gibbs' anger instead he simply shook his head.
"In two weeks I'd like you to fit us in your schedule. Plan for us in the afternoon into late evening." He waited for John's response the questions. He was more than a little surprised when the questions didn't follow.
John pulled out his phone checked his calendar and gave Gibbs a date. Gibbs nodded and he entered them into the appropriate time slot. "You'll be the only people I see that day or the next." He took another sip of coffee before continuing. "She's wanted you for a long time. The way she spoke of you told me she needed more from you than just a moment. I'm glad to see that you want the same. I would hate to see her hurt." John didn't have the slightest hesitation over the lightly veiled threat. He might be a photographer now but he'd been something else in a different life. He wouldn't stand for Ziva to be hurt regardless of what that meant for him.
Gibbs saw something in the way the other man watched him that had him nodding in agreement. Whoever John was to Ziva he cared for her and that was a good thing. They'd never been intimate but still John wanted her protected that Gibbs could live with.
John stood and offered his hand. "Thank you for the breakfast and the coffee I'll see you both in two weeks." John wandered out of the kitchen and let himself out.
Gibbs stepped into the bedroom and found Ziva her waiting for him. Still in her robe sitting cross legged on the bed she smiled when he joined her.
"I barely spoke the entire time John was here I feel a bit ridiculous. I was just so caught off guard more than once." She hated the way yet again a blush forced its way on her skin.
"I like you caught off guard. And I'm certain John understood. He thinks you're beautiful when you come. It was the first thing he said to me after I left you in here." He saw the way she fought her reaction the apology already working its way to her lips. "Never apologize for being who you are Ziva. If something turns you on tell me, show me but don't hide it. The pictures already told me you two shared at least some level of intimacy." Grabbing the book he turned it the picture of her tied and covered in come. "Someone did this for you Ziva."
Ziva shook her head releasing a puff of air and a giggle at the same time. "Icing Jethro."
Jethro looked at the picture, then back at her and laughed. "Well I'll be dammed."
"You are right though he would have been willing had I asked. He is fine with just friendship because he knows how I …." She trailed off not sure what words would be the right ones. He waited patiently not letting the moment go. "He knew I had feelings for you, that the pictures were as much for you as they were for me."
"You aren't alone in those feelings Ziva." He looked down at the book in his lap and turned the page. He smiled and traced the picture gently. Ziva eyes darkly lined and heavily made up had hair in pigtails, a crisp white shirt tied at the waist but completely open showcased her full breasts. A tiny excuse of a plaid skirt held up to reveal her pussy completely bare and glistening wet. Legs that he'd felt wrapped around him only hours before traveled into boots with no less than ten buckles.
"I've always loved the way Abby dresses. Wasn't sure if I could pull it off." She watched his smile and couldn't hide her own.
"I like it on you." And he did With Abby it was her personality the way she projected who she was to the world. For Ziva in this picture it was all about being sexy and naughty.
He turned the page again drawing in a deep breath. Without asking he knew this one had been done with him in mind especially with what she'd told him about the rumors going around work. She stood completely bare save a thick black collar around her neck. Arms clasped behind her at her waist eyes downcast to the floor. Everything in the photo was about her submission. "You took this for me even though you didn't know."
Ziva nodded. "I did you are every reason for this picture. John even objected a bit he was worried it wasn't true to my nature." She bit her lip "To an extent he was right I could not be someone like this, do something like this for just anyone. But this felt right for you."
The next photo was one he would need to recreate with her very soon. She was on her knees arms stretched forward in front of her buttocks bare and waiting for a hand to caress them, the collar remained but this time her eyes looked up at the camera as though waiting for a command. "I cannot wait to see you just like this Ziva. Just waiting for me like this." His fingertip traced the leather around her neck in the picture.
"Would you like me to wear something like this for you Jethro?" As she watched his eyes closed slowly and stayed that way for a moment.
"I'd love to collar you Ziva but this is new to you and I would never ask something you weren't ready for. And what you're wearing in this picture is a play collar. A true collar one that is seldom if ever removed is far more subtle." Still as he spoke his hand traced the fine column of her neck, testing her let his fingers tighten just enough to edge into control and pulled her toward him. Beneath his fingers her pulse quickened and under the press of her mouth she was whispering her name, nothing but passion colored the sound and so he held tight to her while thrusting his tongue deep.
Ziva heard what Gibbs tried to hide as he spoke. He wanted her marked as his in whatever way she would allow. She might have suspected he had this edge to him but she had never suspected how much he needed it. There was a time that would have scared her now it had her writhing in his arms wanting him again despite the protests of her body. "You are holding back with me Jethro may I ask why?" her words waited until they broken the kiss but just barely.
Gibbs reached behind her one hand locking in her hair. "Less than twenty four hours Ziva, it's been those few hours that you have known what I want what I need I don't want to scare you away." He watched her cautiously "I know the things you've endured and I don't wish to make you relive those things."
Ziva looked him straight in the eye forcing him to see her as she spoke. "With anyone else that would be a concern. But not with you, I wanted you inside me the moment I met you. As much as there was standing between us I knew you were not the kind of man to ever hurt a woman. Had I put the safety of Tony or McGee at risk it might have been a different story but it is not in your nature to cause harm to a woman. I could never know true fear with you. I cannot guarantee that I will never feel hesitation or perhaps reluctance we all do with something new but that does not mean I will not be willing. If it pleases you to collar me then it pleases me. Whether one day or one year Jethro the answer will not change."
Gibbs wanted her again, needed to slide inside her body yet again. But, he'd also seen the slight wince as she'd shifted on the bed next to him. And if he was being completely honest he was feeling it as well. He saw her intention as she made to close the distance between them and he halted her with a passionate kiss. "My body needs rest as much as yours Ziva." He saw her blush and he almost laughed. "It's been a while for me Ziva and despite what some men might admit we can get sore too."
Ziva looked up at him and shook her head. "I did not think you would notice, but of course you are right." She pouted slightly. "What will we do with the rest of the day Jethro?"
"First we talk." He saw her lift an eyebrow at him and laughed. "In this sort of relationship it is especially important to talk Ziva. But either way I would want to talk with you. I never want you to feel uncertain."
Ziva knew he was right and nodded as she sank against his shoulder. A thought struck her and she settled back against her headboard. "I am not on the pill. I can however do so. I should have mentioned as much last night."
"Or we can use condoms but it wouldn't have mattered Ziva if the timing had been more risky. I still wouldn't regret it and it was as much my responsibility as yours." He knew only some of his words sunk in when he saw the flash of shock in her eyes. He let it go for the moment. "May I ask why you haven't been on the pill until now?"
"I do not like the hormones they do not sit well with me and there hasn't been a need in a while." She closed her eyes looking down at her hands. "There was someone a few months back but it did not end the way he wanted it to so…"
Something about the way her words trailed off gave Gibbs pause. "Ziva?"
Biting her lip hard she couldn't meet his eyes. "He was not you and by then I knew it was you I wanted. I was trying to get past what I could not have. He was not happy that I stopped things when I did. To be fair I understand his discomfort and he was not inappropriate just unhappy."
Gibbs saw the sadness she was remembering. "I'm sorry Ziva that I wasn't brave enough before now. Do I know him?"
Ziva frowned looking up at him. "It was not your fault Jethro and no you do not know him. I should not have brought it up."
Gibbs shook his head. "Always tell me the truth Ziva always. It is the very first and most important thing I require of you. I promise also to do the same thing for you."
Ziva nodded looked away then back again. "You said you had been a dominate before, which tells me there was a woman at least one that was your sub may I ask who that was?" she twisted her fingers together until his hands were holding hers his finger touching her chin. "You do not have to answer Jethro I should not have asked."
"It was Shannon. In fact it was her that saw it in me before I ever acknowledged it. It was in her nature at least when she was in our home to do as I asked to want to give someone else control. It was even more rewarding for her when I came back from deployments. It took time to be comfortable with it but once I allowed myself I realized it was in my nature." Gibbs looked away only briefly. "After Shannon I played a few times but there was never anyone that I found I wanted to fill that need for more than a moment. Then I met you."
Ziva felt the meaning of what he was saying to her deep in her chest. She wasn't sure how to answer his honesty rather than speak she kissed him, holding his mouth to hers with both hands. She poured all the emotion she couldn't yet speak into the way her mouth held his. It wasn't long before she was pinned against her bed stripped bare his body sliding inside of her. "Yes…please." There was no discomfort only pleasure as he thrust into her.
Gibbs felt more than passion and lust in this joining; he felt everything neither of them could put into words yet. Wrapping his arms around her held as close as their bodies would allow. She came only seconds ahead of him her hands deep in his hair her voice whispering how she needed him. He let go his body holding nothing back his mouth claiming the skin of her shoulder and his voice whispering sweet nothings as he fell into her.