Gibbs pulled the car into a parking spot and turned off the motor. He turned to look at Ziva seeing both trepidation and anticipation on her face. "Only if you're certain Ziva." He took a minute to survey the area. Through a private contact he'd arranged for security that would watch the building. The threat of Harith wasn't something to ignore. He couldn't see them yet he knew they were there, that in itself was reassuring.
"I want this Jethro not just because it is something I have never done but because it will please you and pleasing you pleases me." She fingered the collar around her neck.
"Do you want it off Ziva does it bother you that when John sees it he will likely know what it means?" this part of the relationship was new enough he wanted to give her time despite the fact the idea of removing the collar unsettled him.
Ziva shook her head vehemently. "No, not even a little. But I am nervous about this not because I do not want to share this with you…."
"Because you do and you worry that at some point that will bother me. It's not the case Ziva. I know what a passionate woman you are and I have learned what you like it makes me proud to call you mine. What we do here today this is a gift to me you don't have to worry about holding back or being afraid nothing about what we do here will change how I feel for you."
Gibbs held Ziva's hand as they walked into the large warehouse that served as John's studio. To his surprise it was warm, a good thing considering.
John approached them pulling Ziva into a quick hug and then shaking Gibbs' hand. "Good to see you two. I fully expected that you would change your mind." He stopped speaking abruptly his eyes fixing on the simple metal around Ziva's neck. He didn't touch but he looked at it clearly enough. "It suits you Ziva."
Ziva looked first to Gibbs and then offered John a smile. "Thank you. And Thank you for today I couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else." Before they'd left the house Gibbs had informed her that for this day during these hours she was free to speak and do as she wished unless they were in a specific scene. She took him at his word and walked freely about the studio. There was the typical set up of a bedroom and a kitchen. A room filled with instruments she had grown quite fond of, a room simply draped in sheeting of various colors and one that held a stone alter. Behind the alter was a wall of similar stone and finally the room that had been recreated in vivid detail to look like Gibbs' basement. She watched Gibbs look at John in surprise as he saw the last one.
John had expected the surprise he saw on both faces. "It's where you both feel comfortable."
Gibbs nodded he liked the choices John had provided them. The man was truly an artist. Each room was meant to capture a moment of either their reality or their fantasy. Each room had lighting equipment preset and there were no less than five cameras at John's side just waiting for him to choose. "Thank you for this John."
"You're welcome. I would suggest taking some time to get comfortable here, I'm going to make sure all the doors are locked, unplug the phone and give you time to adjust. For starters I will take your pictures just as you are, from there you lead the way. I will do my best to fade into the background. Ignore me as much as possible and just let yourselves do what you want." John saw the slightest bit of discomfort cross their faces. "Before you leave you'll know what pictures you're getting and you have my word you'll have final possession of the memory cards. I'm in this mainly for the experience. I'll take numerous pictures many of which neither of you will be identifiable in. Should you choose to allow me to publish those I will have you sign a release detailing what I can and cannot do with the photos."
"Thank you John I think we'll take that look around now." Gibbs helped Ziva out of her coat shrugging out of his as well and laying them across a chair nearby. She looked at him again this time there was anticipation in her eyes.
Ziva took in a breath knew Gibbs meant what he had said the car by the way he touched her cheek. There was so much emotion in the way he looked at her. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment before she met his gaze again. She reached up on tiptoe pressing her mouth to his. It wasn't the right time or place and yet she couldn't' hold back the words that should have waited. "I want to be yours always Jethro."
Gibbs felt his hands clenching in her hair. "Make no mistake Ziva I will never willingly give you up. You are mine and I have loved you for longer than I realized. You are not alone and never will be again." Tears watered her brown eyes and he kissed her cheeks till he reached her mouth claiming it as surely as he'd claimed her. In the background he registered the low click of the camera but he didn't care. Instead he reached between them undoing the tie of her dress. "Tell me you're certain Ziva no doubts."
Ziva pushed the dress off her shoulders leaving her in nothing but lace and Gibbs' arms. "I'm certain Jethro more than certain."
John was lucky they had stopped to talk against the backdrop of plain colored sheeting. Whatever they were sharing in whispered words transmitted into a beautiful flow of emotion across the camera lens. It wasn't until Ziva pushed the dress off her shoulders that he realized the mood had changed. He moved closer, taking slow steps not wanting to draw attention to himself instead he focused on the way Gibbs watched Ziva. There was something almost primal in the way he took her mouth, one hand tugging her hair. Gibbs' free hand released the clasp of her bra and had it falling to the ground in a movement so fluid he had to admit he was impressed. Then his mouth was latched firmly at Ziva's breast pulling her nipple deep until she was gasping his name.
As an observer the last time he'd photographed her John knew she was responsive but under Gibbs' masterful touch she came alive. Nothing was work she seemed to hold nothing back simply gave him everything he wanted from her. In moments Gibbs himself was stripped down to simple black boxer briefs and had carried Ziva to the altar set out for them. He laid her across it and stripped her panties down her legs. John watched his camera catching the images through instinct. They were beautiful together. As an artist the contrast of the silver of Gibbs hair against Ziva's dusky skin was beautiful, the age difference played out in a beautiful juxtaposition. Yet there wasn't an inch of Gibbs' body that a younger man wouldn't have been pleased with.
Ziva felt Gibbs place her on the altar and strip her panties down her legs. She knew he was on his knees when she felt his mouth find her wet folds and his tongue dive deep inside her. His name crashed from her lips. He was demanding her orgasm demanding she give her pleasure to him and as her body pulsed around his tongue she had no choice but to reward him. She fell apart around his mouth, her head fell back her hands locked in his hair she called out the desire that washed over her.
Gibbs felt no resistance in Ziva not an ounce of hesitation as he stripped her bare and feasted on her. She was sweetness on his tongue and desire and need with every rasp of his name. She seemed to have forgotten or didn't care that John was watching them. The other man's presence barely registered to him as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. He wanted her surrender he wanted her creaming his tongue and wanting more. He knew he'd done just that when her body arched underneath his mouth and she was holding his hair tightly in her hands. He wanted nothing more than to plunge inside her as she recovered but more than that he wanted the memory of this moment. With the barest of gesture he waved John closer.
John didn't question what Gibbs wanted Ziva's orgasm had her shaking and his camera caught every bit of it. He'd seen her caught in pleasure before but not like this, not lost to everything around her totally at the mercy of the man that clearly had all of her. He leaned in close to take a few shots that might never see the light beyond this studio but he felt compelled all the same. It took work to step back to not touch or taste. Ziva was an enigma a woman he'd wanted but always respected too much to cross the line. As difficult as it was he stepped away just as her eyes flitted open full of question before finding Jethro.
"You're beautiful Ziva. I wanted him to see." Gibbs had easily seen the moment John wanted more than just a picture and it brought the roar of jealousy in his mind. Ignoring John once again he offered Ziva a hand helping her off the altar and brushing back a stray hair. "Undress me Ziva."
Ziva nodded and sank to her knees. With both hands she pulled the cloth off his hips and as he stepped out of it threw it off to the side. His confidence was intoxicating not even for a moment did he seem to falter even as the click of the camera broke through the silence. It gave her the strength to ignore the little voice that worried as all women did about how she looked. Still the silence was awkward as she waited for what Gibbs would ask of her next.
"Take me in your mouth Ziva; show me how much you want me." Gibbs watched John step back and it seemed that in some ways the other man knew Ziva as well as he did. With the push of a button music filtered through the warehouse low and sultry it more than fit the mood. Just as Ziva took him in her mouth Gibbs heard the way John took in a long breath. He wasn't the only one the slide of Ziva's lips and tongue across his cock had him growling low in his throat. She was masterful in the way her tongue swirled and licked around his cock. She knew just how hard to suck how gently to let her teeth graze across his skin until his limbs were shaking and he was pulling at her hair in desperation. "Look at me Ziva"
Ziva forced the bravery she didn't always have Gibbs' cock buried deep in her throat she let her eyes meet his and almost came simply from the look on his face. It was power and weakness all in one. In this moment she controlled his body and his mind, he was hers to mold as she pleased. There was power in that. She pulled him even deeper reveling in the way his hands now bit into her shoulders and he was thrusting into her mouth with abandon. His control was slipping and that was when she knew he wanted her the most when he let her see this part of him. She registered that somehow John was at an angle just high enough to view them from above but she didn't care instead she grasped Gibbs' hips willing him to find his release as her tongue caressed his cock with another swipe of her tongue.
John knew the moment Gibbs had reached the end of his control. His hands were anchored on Ziva's shoulder his body stilling every movement, save one last thrust that had him growling out Ziva's name. Ziva for her part was locked to Gibbs' cock her mouth worshipping him in a way that John could only dream of. She suckled Gibbs greedily pulling back only when Gibbs's hands tugged at her hair. Her mouth open eyes still fixed on Gibbs John saw the evidence of Gibbs' arousal on Ziva's tongue and knew Gibbs had wanted it that way. His fingers made the camera work but he was still enthralled by the beauty of the moment. It was only after Gibbs had pulled Ziva up into his arms holding her close that John was forced to step back taking long deep breaths that a professional should never have to take.
"Ziva and I will need to take a break John. We'll want a drink and perhaps something to eat. Is there a place we can do that?"
John gestured first to a handful of bathrobes hanging on hooks off to the side of the camera area and then to the corner of the warehouse. "There is a real working kitchen over there. I have a few things I need to take care of take all the time you need." John needed time to cool off, to step back from the arousal that had caught him its grasp.
"Thank you." Gibbs led Ziva first to the bathrobes encasing them both quickly and then into the kitchen where he poured them each a glass of water. He caught her glancing at the door a few times and knew what she was wondering. "He was aroused Ziva, watching us." He caught her flush but was proud when she didn't try to hide it. "I think it bothers you that he is left so unsatisfied."
Ziva tread carefully "It does, I did not think about how this would affect him. But there is nothing I can do for him so instead we will give him time to adjust."
Gibbs nodded. "Are you okay?"
"Did I please you?" she watched him nod a smile not far behind. "Then I am more than okay. I trust you Jethro I told you that, nothing you ask of me here will be too much for me."
Gibbs wondered briefly how true that would be. "Be honest with me Ziva as you have been so far have you ever entertained the idea of being intimate with John?" he expected to feel some jealousy when he asked some hesitation that would stop the words from coming but it never came.
"No." She shook her head knowing if the opposite had been true she would have admitted that as well. "I care for him as a person as a friend but not more. That might seem strange considering Nico.."
Gibbs shook his head. "Nico is different we both know that. I was only asking Ziva, there were no expectations behind the question. If I'm being honest I am happy with your answer. But neither am I a hypocrite at least not entirely. Had it been something you needed."
Ziva shook her head firmly. "No, it is not." She touched his jaw tracing the faint hint of stubble there. "But thank you."
"No need for thank you Ziva just the honesty. Are you still comfortable with this?"
"I am but I feel I should tell you something that I probably needed to say earlier." She felt him wrap his arm around her waist. She blushed even though it still felt ridiculous.
"I can handle whatever you have to say Ziva?" her blush deepened, she fidgeted with the tie on the robe until finally he pushed her chin up with two fingers. "Tell me Ziva?"
"I took a test yesterday, it is likely I am fertile today." The barest whisper of her words had those blue eyes fixating on her.
Gibbs's body hardened instantly, every primal instinct him reacting before his mind could fully register what she'd said. When the words hit him he was pushing her to the worktable in the replica of his basement. Stripping the robes from their bodies. "Are you giving me permission Ziva?"
"I am yours Jethro." Somewhere at the very edges her mind registered the click of the camera as Gibbs laid her on the surprisingly smooth wood.
Gibbs tipped his head back his eyes catching the cascade of light and the scent of her need wrapping around him. Turning his eyes back to her he tugged at her collar. She arched away from the table her body bowed away from the wood as his finger crooked around the fine metal. "It will make you forever mine Ziva. There will be no way I will allow you to leave me. However much you think you understood that before you must understand it even more now." Gibbs glanced at John knowing he didn't understand and choosing instead to only nod his head as the man continued to work the camera.
Ziva pressed her mouth to his. "I will be yours until the last day I draw breath Jethro." No sooner were the words pushed from her lips and he was pushing her back against the wood. His touch was fevered, tempered with a gentleness she knew was testing his limits.
Gibbs felt the rush of power that came only from that fierce admission. He laid her across the table her arms stretched above her, legs drawn down the length of the wood. He parted them only enough that he could set himself atop the table and kneel between them. A not so gentle hand at her throat and she was pushing her head back against the edge of the table eyes full of stars and lust. His free hand slid the landscape of her skin until his fingers buried inside her. Soft wetness, and silken muscles met his touch even as she gasped. "So soft Ziva, your body is just waiting for me, for my child." He heard the pause of John's camera it was just the briefest pause and then with the adjustment of equipment and lights the man had begun again. He had to fight the urge to growl out the dominance he felt in the moment.
Ziva felt her hair fall over the edge of the table, hang free until Gibbs' hand grabbed and pulled until she was held by both his hand at her throat and the hard pull of long locks.
"Tell me you are certain Ziva. I need to be sure there is no doubt." His body wept with need just as hers did. But he wouldn't force this moment. It had to be of her own will.
"I need you Jethro, just tell me how you want me." She saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Without having to be told she turned in his arms. Pushing up to her knees she let her forehead press against the wood.
Gibbs cursed loudly only to hear the faint echo of his words from the other man in the room. His hand left her throat tracing her spine and buttocks. She knew what he needed, or at the very least what the dominant in him needed. She waited patiently and though he should have readied her further he couldn't stop his cock from sliding inside of her, burying himself as deep as he could. It was slow dragging against every nerve ending as the camera caught each thrust of his hips. He wanted this moment forever. His hand still tangled in her hair kept her anchored in position as he tightened the other around her hip. Thrusting slowly at first.
Ziva felt the wicked slide of him inside her and called out his name even as she fought for breath. Her body pulled at him, muscles fighting to keep him inside her even as her thighs trembled at his forceful thrusts. Her mind was chaos, the magnitude of the moment stealing her breath even as he anchored himself deep inside her.
Gibbs let his fingers wrap around the collar she wore, pulling her up towards him. A brush of his lips against her ear and she was coming apart around him. He wanted to wait to pull yet another cry of satisfaction from her but his body would not be refused. With another push of his hips he sunk impossibly further inside her. Hand clenching her hips he let his mouth find the softness of her shoulder even as his body was consumed by fire as he spilled himself inside her.