Time was a thief already it was Sunday which meant that in only twenty four hours Ziva would have to leave the cocoon of Gibbs' home and face the real world. He'd mentioned not wanting to let her go but the reality was that if no one had noticed their leaving together it would be best for them not to draw attention to themselves. All of this raced through Ziva's mind as she stood at Gibbs' sink washing the morning's breakfast dishes. She was placing the last dish in the drying rack when she felt the air around her stir. The scent was one she knew but only from the last few days. Nico was behind her and she wasn't sure if she was ready to turn and face him. He hadn't sat at the table with them for breakfast simply grabbed a plate and taken it upstairs to finish a phone call.
Now left alone in the room with him she wasn't sure exactly what to do. Hanging up the hand towel she turned to face him.
"Gibbs loved Shannon, he loved her very much and that child he loved more than anything else in the world." Nico waited for any hint of jealousy in Ziva's eyes any hint that he'd hurt her instead he saw the shine of tears.
Ziva nodded. "He still loves them both. Very much. If you think those feelings have faded you are wrong. They are no longer here and yet they are very much still in his mind. If you are worried that it bothers me, or that I would try to temper those feelings you are mistaken. Gibbs just the way he is, he is the man I love. I have no wish to change him. He has made his peace with Shannon but as for Kelly I do not believe that is something he can ever be at peace with. I would not ask him to." She picked up her cup of coffee and stared at it for a long moment. "When I first met Gibbs he was part of a mission. I learned everything there was to know about him, everything. It was my job to know anything that would allow me to work him. Yet as the mission progressed I found that the need to watch over, protect him was far more important. Ultimately I had to make a choice. I chose him then and it cost me far more than I would have ever expected. Given that choice again I would do the same. So if you are reminding me of his past to warn me not to hurt him. You need not worry. To hurt him, to cause him pain would be hurting myself equally."
Nico shook his head, he'd gotten more of an answer then he would have expected. "Actually I was just bringing it up to remind you that he is not always predictable. That who he is now is shaped by all that he's lived. But, I can see you already know that."
Ziva smiled past her coffee. "I would never willingly hurt him." The simple thought had pain flitting through her stomach. Suddenly Nico was there only inches from her demanding her attention. It startled her had her on edge, wary and instantly wondering what was taking Gibbs so long in the basement.
Nico smiled "I am no threat to your relationship with him Ziva. I would never ask of either of you anything that would not be acceptable. I do know however, things about Gibbs you may not, understand things he needs that you might not know. If you can accept that, accept that I might know things about him you don't I think we can get along. And if you can't trust me you can at least accept me in your space."
"I have no doubt there are many things about him I do not know. The uncertainty you see when I look at you comes from the fact that I belong entirely to Jethro and no one else. Until him I had no idea that there could be contentment in saying those words. The idea that belonging to someone could allow me to feel anything but fear was not something I could understand. Instead, the very sound of his voice asking anything of me calms the chaos, the fear and the shame in my mind. Here in this place, with him in general I have found my peace. I accept it, I savor it but that does not mean I understand it."
Nico, saw in that moment the essence of who Ziva was. Past the fierce strength, past the shyness and any uncertainty he saw the woman that Gibbs had needed for years. "I'm glad he found you." Nico knew that Gibbs had stepped into the kitchen. His friend hovered at the entryway watching as he and Ziva spoke. Nothing in the air spoke of jealousy or anger instead he felt his friends' watchful eyes. "You're beautiful Ziva, but beyond the surface of your looks I see what it is that draws Gibbs to you. Your strength all you've survived, those secrets I don't know they are what make him yours. He sees in you his kindred spirit. That is why I can guarantee you that no matter what you pursue in your relationship together with him, you will not lose him. He is yours as much as you are his."
Ziva felt the sharp sting of tears again. Even the thought of losing Gibbs was enough to make her clutch her coffee tighter. "I knew from the moment I met him, the man he was….is. It never frightened me but it also kept me from telling him how I felt. I did not think I was what he wanted."
"Do you think that by him allowing me to stay and share moment's with you that he wants you any less?"
Ziva took a sip of her coffee and shook her head solidly. "No, I know what I see when he looks at me. I only worry he will doubt my feelings for him."
Nico grinned glanced at Gibbs and then back at Ziva. He realized that she only had just noticed him in the room. "Sharing a woman's pleasure Ziva is about enhancing it. It is never about selfishness. If Gibbs doubted for a moment, if I doubted for a minute the certainty of your feelings for each other it would never be a thought. But, the fact things have happened so fast and so early in your relationship means that any doubts you have are even more of a concern."
Gibbs stepped equally close to Ziva, he watched the way her shoulders shifted, her body slipped into the early edges of arousal. Without asking Nico to move he took her mouth, aggressively he thrust his tongue against the silk of hers. As he did he slipped the bathrobe off her body leaving her bare between them. "Trust me Ziva." Against his lips that had trailed to the pulse at her neck he felt her heartrate increase.
Nico let one hand slide up the decadent softness of Ziva's ribcage until one hand cradled her bare breast. Gently his thumb caressed the tip rubbing again and again until she was mewling out sounds of pleasure. Her eyes startled open looking first at Gibbs before turning to him. They were hazy and heady with passion yet still there was the faint hint of uncertainty. With a simple glance at him he saw Gibbs' intent and watched the other man lift Ziva in his arms and move toward the stairs and to the guest room where he was staying.
Ziva felt herself laid on the bed, smelled the unmistakable scent of a man other than Gibbs. She looked to him and gave the honesty he demanded. "I do not know how to do this. Not willingly. I have never.." Her voice trailed off when she saw Nico step back. Looking to him she smiled. "I am not afraid of you. I trust Jethro and he tells me I can trust you. If he trusts you with his past, his history, with me then that is enough for me. Jethro just needed my honesty, so he can understand any hesitance."
Nico looked at her a long moment before turning to Gibbs, seeing his nod he approached the bed slowly. "Nothing here will ever be against your will Ziva. What is your word?"
Ziva smiled feeling the confidence of the way Gibbs still held her hand. "Oatmeal." She chuckled lightly at the silliness of the word. "I will not hesitate to use it should I feel the need." Looking to Gibbs she saw pride in his eyes, satisfaction and nothing less than love that neither of them had named.
Gibbs clenched her fingers tight against his as he placed a rough kiss against her mouth. "You are safe her Ziva, you are mine and this is about pleasure."
Gibbs felt the satisfaction of the woman that was his finding understanding as she offered him a smile. The last bit of doubt that she could accept this part of him drifted away. He took her hands and drew them above her. "I still owe you a punishment for not listening before. I wonder how you would feel about my hand upon your bottom."
Nico watched as Ziva's eyes fluttered closed. There was desire laced with the uncertainty of uncharted territory. He saw the smirk of satisfaction on Gibbs' face as he pulled a chair close to the edge of the bed. This was a hard boundary to push with another man in the room. Watching as Gibbs sat he wondered just how Ziva would respond.
"Ziva you will lay across my lap now."
Ziva stood, bare to both men's gaze her breath rasping out roughly. She watched Nico as she lay across Gibbs' lap just as she knew he wanted. The steel in his voice left no question of what he intended. In a moment her stomach was against his thighs, his cock thrusting against the taunt skin of her pelvis. Her hands touched the soft carpet her toes stretched out and grazing the same fibers. She felt a hand at the nape of her neck stroking gently in time with the hand that stroked over her bottom. The fact she didn't know who either hand belonged to had her mind awash in both desire and confusion as she felt the first sharp smack of palm against skin.
The sharp bite of pain mixed with a rush of desire. It caused a wave of pleasure she hadn't expected. Her body shook and the cry that ripped from her throat was equally shocking. "Jethro.." But the pleasure took over as he again caressed the skin of her bottom before yet another hard smack of hand against flesh had her hips thrusting against him.
Nico watched as rosy color filled the dusky skin of Ziva's buttocks. She barely moved beneath Gibbs' touch but her arousal was clear. It scented the air and came out it puffs of breath.
Gibbs heard his name and with two more connections of his hand against her skin he could feel her edgy passion. Her arousal filled the air and as he looked at Nico he knew the other man noticed as well. With one more intense passage of his hand against the firm flesh of her bottom he felt his point made. Even more he felt as though he had made his dominance known. It was primal, dark and something he hadn't shared in far too long, and yet he felt no reluctance from Ziva. As he caressed her and laid her back against the bed he saw nothing but the flush of pleasure on her skin and in her eyes.
"Ziva, Nico wants to taste you and I want to watch. Will you allow this?"
Ziva had barely hit the cool cotton of the sheets before her already warmed skin flamed with desire. Gibbs' request was nothing less than hedonism. But she couldn't refuse him, didn't want to. There was something decadently taboo about saying yes. With any other man she would have refused but she saw the blatant arousal in the way Gibbs looked at her and the permission slipped easily from her lips.
Gibbs felt the trust she gave him like any medal he'd ever earned. He positioned her comfortably on the bed and moved to sit beside her hair spilling across his lap. The intensity of pleasure that washed over him as Nico moved between her legs at the foot of the bed couldn't be put into words.
Ziva feel the heavy push of desire as Gibbs' eyes trailed across her skin. Finally she made eye contact with Nico. Somewhere along the way he'd stripped out of his shirt and wore only the loose pajama pants he'd had on earlier
Nico looked down in those dark eyes, seeing the uncertain passion he held back the urge to taste her in that very second. Slowly he leaned into her letting one hand trail from her upper thigh across her hip to slide across the taunt skin of her stomach. Her hips rose toward his touch and a rough rasp of air broke through her lips. His hands spread her thighs wider than he knew was comfortable for her modesty. Her eyes locked with his as his hands massaged the soft inner skin of her thighs and higher still, until finally his fingers slid across the soft skin of her folds.
She bit back a cry as his fingers just teased at the edges of soft skin. She was holding back despite the pleasure he knew she felt. Gibbs saw it as well. Nico understood it and knew he would need to reach past the boundaries she didn't even realize she was still fighting against.
Taking a step back he watched uncertainty mixed with a disappointment she tried to hide flicker through her eyes. He slipped out of his loose pants and moved his hands to clasp the silk of her thighs. Her eyes moved of their own volition to his cock. Even at his age he was proud of his body. Like Gibbs he made it a priority to keep in shape. His body was well defined and though not of a younger man his cock still thrust hard and proud toward her. Dark brown eyes surveyed his body with hungry intent before skipping with a hint of guilt to Gibbs.
Ziva felt the attraction anyone would to the finely honed male in front of her. She couldn't deny the arousal she felt but where she'd thought she'd allayed her guilt it again reared at her reminding her she loved Gibbs. One look in his blues eyes told her that any pleasure she felt was nothing to worry about. He was entirely focused on her and the arousal in his familiar body told her nothing she did would upset him. She turned back to watch Nico just as his fingers traced the softness of her pussy.
Gibbs watched as Ziva's head fell back against the palm of his hand. His fingers wrapped around her neck just the slightest bit of pressure and he could feel the intense flutter of her pulse against his fingertips
Nico let his thumb graze a gentle circle around her clit. Not quite centering on it but teasing this way and that as her hips began to move beneath his touch. "There is nothing more sensual then the scent of an aroused woman Ziva. I wonder if you'll taste as good." He should have eased more into it, taken longer to have her ready. But he could see the way her body needed more than just his gentle touches. Leaning in he left the preliminaries behind and thrust his tongue deeply inside.
Ziva couldn't hide the sharp cry of need as Nico's tongue pierced deep. The sharp tug of Gibbs' hand in her hair had her body awash with heat and lust. Every nerve ending was responding to the surprisingly gentle rhythm of Nico's tongue inside her. Her eyes met first Gibbs' focusing on the pleasure she saw as he watched her before moving to lock with Nico's as his mouth feasted between her thighs.
Unable to hold back she Let her hands delve into his hair. Both holding him close and trying to hold off her orgasm just a bit more she found her hands reaching lower to Nico's shoulders. "Please.." The word slipped from her without thought. She heard a satisfied growl from Gibbs as he moved until his cock hovered at her mouth. Without hesitation she took him deep in her throat sucking and licking as he thrust.
Nico didn't need to be told she was ready. His tongue shifted from inside her to circling her clit again and again as two fingers thrust deeply inside her. The silken muscles of her body clamped tightly around her and then she was shifting wildly beneath his touch and crying out in pleasure.
Gibbs felt Ziva shudder against him even as he came deep in the silk of her throat. Her eyes met his pleasure glazed and satisfied but with a faint hint of guilt. He misunderstood it until he saw her gaze move to Nico who was placing soft kisses against her hip bones. With a smile he nodded.
Ziva shifted until she was wearily sitting against the edge of the bed. She took Nico's hand and slid the fingers that had been inside her into her mouth. He looked down at her the passion in his eyes barely contained. He was prepared to step away and ignore his own need it was easy to see. But before he could object she grasped his hips and pulled him close enough to allow her mouth to wrap around his cock.
It was a heady feeling having had one man in her mouth and moments later to have another. It could have made her feel anything from shame to guilt. Instead she felt powerful, in control and sensual beyond the limits she'd known before. His buttocks clenched in her hands and his hands twisted in her hair.
She felt Gibbs' against her hips shifting her position slightly until she felt his cock once again hard pushing at her pussy. Looking up she saw Nico watching her intently. She knew he wasn't entirely sure what she would do. With Gibbs pushing inside her body causing little earth quakes along her spine she allowed Nico's cock to slide further down her throat.
"Dammit Gibbs how do you stop from keeping her in bed all day?" Nico's patience was being tested. He'd expected Ziva to take her pleasure and perhaps another night be willing to return the favor. Instead she was working her mouth around him as if she'd known him for years.
Gibbs stroked Ziva's hair, letting his hand trail to the collar she wore. Tugging gently he felt her body clench in pleasure around his cock. "She's such a good girl Nico. I've haven't known the pleasure I know with her before. She is a gift."
Ziva felt her body explode into tiny pieces. The stroke of Gibbs' cock in her body and Nico's in her mouth was overwhelming. But Gibb's words of praise were unlike anything else she'd known. So simple but for a man like him so meaningful they pushed her over the edge. Even as she felt the slide of Nico's come in her throat and the tight grasp of Gibbs' hands on her shoulders she felt the final bands of her control snap.