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TITLE: Solace Prt2
AUTHOR: MidKnight
PART: 2 of 2
FANDOM: NCIS
SHIP: Ziva / Tony
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Five – Episode 16 (Recoil)
UNIVERSE: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 5, What if Ziva went looking for company closer to home and not at the bar she had been undercover at.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own NCIS. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
He turned and after a sharp tug, let go of her hand and catching her off balance. Her caught her and the momentum he caused left her back arched over one arm in a half-dipped position. He kissed her, gently, a light brush of his lips on hers and then his face hovered over hers. She could still see the heat in his eyes, but it was softened by concern and an unspoken question and she knew that if she said the words, he would stop. “I want this, Tony.” She told him softly, but with conviction that, to her surprise, she truly felt. She didn’t dismiss the consequences or the strange fears and unease that had brought her to his door, she wasn’t sure that being with him would help, but she wanted to spend this night with him. If all else failed she would know, they would know what they’d both been wondering for years. She lifted her head and found his lips with a kiss that was as gentle as his had been before she tightened the arm she had curled around his neck to deepen it.
He took a step and then he was lowering her. Her shoulders found the bed and with a little help from him, she scooted back onto it. He didn’t let her get too far, stalling her by the expedience of grabbing the legs of her pants. She understood his intent and with fingers made clumsy with haste she struggled for a moment to unbuckle her belt and undo her slacks. But, once accomplished, she braced her hands on the bed and lifted her ass and he tugged then free and down her thighs before pulling them off leaving her in only her panties. He looked down at her, his gaze slowly sweeping over her body, his head tilted slightly to the side in open admiration. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” He complimented her, but it wasn’t so much the words, but the awe and honesty with which he spoke them that brought a fresh bloom of heat to her cheeks and suddenly want to cover herself. She watched the tip of his tongue make a slow circuit of his lips and then her eyes were drawn lower as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pushed them off his hips. They fell to the floor and his dick twitched, making the tent in his boxers move now that his pants weren’t there to restrain it.
Ziva half-sat-up when he pulled the waistband of his boxers forward to strip them off and let them fall to the floor amongst his jeans. He had bent forward slightly to remove his underwear and she only got her first clear look at him when he straightened. She licked her lower lip and sat up further, just stopping herself from reaching for him. Her eyes flicked up to his face finding a strangely embarrassed expression. Her gaze slid back to his crotch and she saw his hands flex into fists and he almost stuck a pose with those fists on his hips, arms akimbo, but instead his hands relaxed and he simply let them dangle at his side. He had a nice dick, a little longer than average, but thick and slightly curved. He was also circumcised. “You’ve got a nice dick.” She told him, smiling and tilting her head in an imitation of his admiration before she also added a coy bite to her lower lip. He groaned and started to join her on the bed. She lifted her ass again and started to push her panties down, but his hands stopped her.
“May I?” he asked with ridiculous formality, which was made even more absurd when he draped one of her legs over his shoulder and kissed the inside of her thigh. His breath heated her crotch through the damp, clinging material of her panties as he turned his face back to her, looking up along her body. “Be my guest.” She conceded easily, letting her hand fall limply to her sides and relaxing back onto the bed. She let out a shuddering sigh as her trim belly tensed and quivered as he planted a series of nibbling kisses on the skin above the waistband of her underwear and exhaled hot air at the same time while his hand caressed and massaged her leg. He toyed with the waistband of her panties, lifting it and pulling it back so that his lips could explore more of her skin, but didn’t make any significant progress in removing them. He grunted as she dug her heel into his back to encourage him to get on with it, but he just retaliated by nipping harder at her skin and slithering his tongue over the bite marks making her wriggle.
He was being as Tony as Tony could be. She knew he was teasing her, playing with her, waiting for her to say the words, to let him know the desperateness of her desire and there was a stubborn part of her that wanted to deny him, no matter how true it was. Her core was a roiling, molten cauldron, her intimate flesh constricted and twisted against itself with the need to test the hard virility of his manhood and she surrendered. “Come on already. Stop teasing.” She whined, hardly recognizing her own voice, her hands reaching to complete the task he had asked her to abandon and get them one more step closer to getting them where she wanted them to go. He brushed her hands aside and then he was dragging her panties off her hips. The crotch clung to her dewy folds for a moment before he pulled it free. He eased her panties down to below her knees and then while he held them she extricated first one leg and then the other, leaving him with her underwear in his hands and her legs still draped over his shoulder.
She watched as he lifted her plain white cotton panties to his nose and inhaled deeply and then let the breath out with a sound of appreciation before, with a broad smile, he tossed the undergarment to the floor. She wanted to say something smart or witty in comment to his display, but all that came out was a gasp as her breath hitched when he lowered his head and his breath bathed her swollen folds. Her hips jerked and she gasped louder as his tongue snaked up the length of her slit, the touch an electric jolt like touching a livewire. She let out a soft cry and was suddenly panting to catch her breath while her fingers clutched and twisted at handfuls of bedclothes; her back arched off the bed, twitching and her heels dug into his back when his tongue and then his sucking lips found her already buzzing and exposed clit. He feasted on her and her body tense and relaxed on steady pulses of electric delight. His hands slid up along the ridges and valleys of her ribs, tickling, leaving tingling trails until he found and caressed her breasts.
The tension of her building climax jumped by leaps and bounds as his hands explored and stimulated her breast and his mouth her sex with expert skill. She clutched at one of his hands, encouraging him to be rougher as he rolled and tweaked her nipples. His tongue made snaking forays up and down her slit, lapping and probing to collect her copiously flowing nectar, but always he returned to suckle at her clit and frig it with his talented tongue. Her hips bucked to press up into his mouth as she wormed her finger into his hair, her legs tightening to press him tighter. Her head pressed back into the bed as she slowly thrashed it from side to side, gasping and moaning, her blood pounding in her ears and her heart beating a wild tattoo against her ribs as wave of wave of pleasure swept through her. She felt herself being driven ever closer to the edge, her taut belly and twisting sex quivering with the strain of holding back the rising tide of bliss that threatened to bust the dam of her will and wreak delectable havoc upon her senses. But, she didn’t want it like that. She had gone this far and she wanted to experience him inside her, to know what he felt like.
It took an incredible force of will to relax her legs and push at his head. He resisted, lost in his enjoyment of her. She whimpered and bit her lower lip, having to breathe hard through her nose as he made a noise of dissatisfaction and his lips vibrated against her skin sending a spike of sensation curling through her groin that almost ignited the powder keg at her core. Ziva changed tactics and took a grip on a handful of hair and yanked his head up sharply. He blinked at her, wild-eyed and his lips and chin glistened with her juices, his hand frozen mid flex on her breast. She tightened her grip as he started to lower his head again and watched as his forehead furrowed in response. “I want you inside me.” She told him once she was sure she had his attention, voice part command, part invitation and all need. She slid her legs off his shoulders and spread them wide around him before curling them around him and tightening them to pull him to her to make sure he understood what she wanted.
She would have been rougher, more insistent, but he had this giddy, satisfied, almost intoxicated expression on his glistening face that would have made it something akin to kicking a puppy. “I need you inside me, Tony.” She reiterated, filling her voice with her need. He blinked again and licked his lips. “Do you have any idea just how great you taste.” He breathed as he took his hands from her breasts a rested most of his weight on his forearms as he slid forward and over her, his hard abdomen sliding along hers. She tasted herself on his lips when they swooped down to capture hers as well as feel his rampant manhood brush the inside of her thigh. She wormed her hand down between and curled her fingers around the warm pulse of his shaft. She caressed him, confirming what she’d seen by touch and his lips vibrated against hers when he moaned in response. She moaned softly too as his pointed dickhead brushed through her swollen folds and along the length of her slit as she guided him to her entrance.
He broke their kiss, but his lips remained hovering over hers, his breath warm on them while his hips thrust slightly through her fist to seat himself firmly without quite entering her. Her breasts flattened against his chest as hers rose when she breathed. She could feel the tension thrumming through his body and she realized he was holding his desire at bay, waiting for her. She let go of his cock and grabbed her ass with both her hands. She tightened her grip and tightened her legs at the same time, driving him forward and he continued the motion. He groaned and she gasped as he filled her, his maleness ploughing through the resistance of her feminine flesh with delicious, fiery friction. Her snug channel constricted and twisted to test his hardness and resolve and neither wavered. His head lowered and he nuzzled and sucked at her neck as he circled his hips and she undulated beneath him once they were fused as one.
She kept one hand on his ass, kneading the firm flesh while she slid the other up along his back. Little electric sparks pulsed into her core as he ground against her clit drawing soft little sounds from her. “Tell me I’m not dreaming.” He demanded of her, his breath tickling the shell of her ear. “You’re not dreaming. This is real and it’s good.” She breathed, her eyes fluttering and her back arched slightly with a shudder as he drew back and then made his first true thrust. He increased his range of motion and after a little experimentation they found a steady rhythm and pace. Her body synced with his without conscious effort, but there was still delicious effort and strain as her body tensed and relaxed, flexing to meet his and intensify and ride the bursting waves of delight that pulsed across her nerves. He whispered intimate suggestions and lurid promises against her skin and the words were almost as pleasurable as his driving sex. She returned his sentiments and added threats of her own. She clutched at his shoulders and butt as he moved faster and thrust harder drawing louder sounds of enjoyment from her as the shockwaves of his pelvis colliding with hers shuddered her breathing.
Sweat sprung up and lubricated the tingling slide of his skin on hers. His lips found hers for short, intense sucking kisses and then moved on. His tongue drew mysterious patterns along the skin of her neck, chest and shoulder and she bit, licked and sucked at his. Her breath labored in her chest, but more from the now continuous barrage of pleasurable sensation that made her nerves sing and her pulse. Her muscles were taking on that heated and tense feel, even when they relaxed. The sweet tension of her building climax soaked up the sexual energy to power its pulsing growth and send crackling, whiplash tendrils of delight lashing out into her. She wasn’t moaning or groaning anymore. Heavy, breathy cries dripped from her lips as the steel of his shaft lanced to the molten, furnace of her core and stirred it as he ground against her to spark her buzzing clit again and again and again. Her body started to shake with the strain of holding the wild climactic energy in check even as she reveled in the myriad of sensations his body created on and in hers.
His lips were no longer on her skin and she missed them as he grunted with strain above her, breathing hard and loud through his mouth and nose. His face glistened with sweat and heat rolled off him and bathed her in waves. His expression was very intense, but it also had a primal edge to it which was made more apparent the longer he strained to hold back his release to ensure that she reached hers. Yet, she still clung to her control, stubbornly fighting the joyous, pulsing energy that was trying to burst free and inundate her with bliss. She fought even though the sensations and pent up energy were becoming so powerful that they started skipping back and forth across the border between pleasure and pain and her body shook harder. Her muscles tensed for longer than they relaxed and she wasn’t so much matching him as bracing to accept his powerful thrusts. She felt breathless and out of touch with reality as the pounding of her blood in her ears mixed with his grunted breaths and all she could feel, taste and smell was him and sex. And, still she could not surrender.
He shifted and his thrusts became shorter with less pump and more grind. His hand was somehow free and his fingers caressed her cheek as he brushed away the hair that had fallen across and clung to her face. He gently cradled her head and called her name softly and she had to blink several times to focus on his face and find his eyes. “It’s okay, Ziva. You can let go. It’s alright, just let go.” He urged, his voice soft and earnest, his breath tickling her lips before he kissed her. The kiss was as soft as his words, a tender touch that brought a moment of calm to the swirling chaos inside her. It was that moment of calm that undid her, that and the fact that he drew back almost to her entrance and then drove his full length into again in one hard, powerful stroke as his lips left hers. His steel sliding on the flint of her oiled, snug channel struck the spark that ignited the powder keg at her core and her climax exploded sending white-hot shrapnel of delight careening across her senses on expanding waves of bliss.
A cry of rapture erupted from her throat as bright surges of electric pleasure played merry havoc upon her nerves. Her muscles locked, arching her back and pressing her hard up against him as her sex twisted, constricted and flooded around the hot, pulsing adamantine maleness. The taut bow of her body vibrated against him and he humped against her as with a growling, rumbling roar he joined her in release. They clutched at each other as his essence jetted into her on heavy spurts. Pinpoints of light danced along the inside of the eyelids she did not remember closing and she struggled to find air as her chest shuddered and when it left it took whimpering whines with it as her overloaded nerves tried to process the massive influx of delightful sensation that dance and skipped and cavorted through her. Her body remained tense and then tensed even further as her toes curled and her sex held him in a vice-like grip. She was vaguely aware of him panting above her while the buck of his hips and the pulsing surges of his emptying cock against her snug grasp sent fresh waves of bliss crashing into her.
She wanted to cry out again, but there was simply no air for it. She had once heard orgasm described as a little death and she could believe it. Every inch of her skin seemed alive and on fire as ripples of heat ran along it. His shuddering body was the only anchor she had in the surreal, dreamlike intensity of her orgasm and she clung to him. She felt, breathless and out of control, betrayed by her body and started to panic. Her eyes shot open at the familiarity of that feeling and just like that the wild, crackling energy that was keeping her tense evaporated. The relaxation, as she went limp, was a different kind of pleasure, but no less enjoyable. He started to collapse on her, but caught himself as he started to crush her breasts. He groaned and she whimpered as he pulled himself free and rolled off her. Her sex clenched and rippled against itself on the slippery, liquid heat of their combined releases, feeling empty and missing the filling length and girth of him.
They lay side by side, staring up at the ceiling and panting to catch their respective breaths. Her muscles twitched and her skin sort of prickled as she started to cool and the sweat dried while echoes of her orgasm skipped across her nerves. She closed her eyes and though her right forearm across them for good measure. She flinched and then relaxed as his hand found her left one and he twined his fingers with hers. “Are you okay?” he asked her his fingers tightening in a light squeeze, still breathing hard, but through his nose. She licked her lips and tasted him and the salt of sweat. “I panicked.” She whispered on a heavy breath of her own. “You panicked?” he queried and she could picture the confusion on his face without seeing it. “When he attacked me… I… I panicked… My training… My skills… for a moment they just weren’t there and… And all there was, was panic. I was helpless… I panicked.” She explained haltingly partly because she had to search for the words, partly because she was still trying to catch her breath and partly because she could feel a tightness growing in her throat. Her eyes were also growing hot and scratchy and she lifted her arm and blinked, but her world remained blurry.
She wasn’t sure what she had expected his response to be, but it wasn’t the rising bubble of laughter that rumbled up beside her. The growing threat of tears was washed away by a flush of anger that narrowed her eyes and returned tension to her sated body. She was about to snap at him, ask him what the hell he was laughing about when he called her name with mirth shaken adoration and his hand was on her hip, pulling her onto her side and against him. His hand slid onto her ass, squeezed and then moved onto the back of her thigh to pull her legs over his and she could feel him still wet and not quite limp against her belly. She lifted his head as his other arm wormed under it and then their noses were almost touching and he was staring into her eyes, an infuriating, amused and smug smile she knew all too well quirking his lips. He shook his head and the tip of his nose brushed hers. “And, Agent Ziva David what happened after you panicked? Hmmmmm?” he asked with a quirk of an eyebrow without a hint of amusement in his voice. She drew a breath to answer, but something in his eyes told her his question was rhetorical.
“You’re human, Ziva. Get used to it. You’re alive, Ziva and you don’t know how happy that makes me even before you came here tonight. You didn’t know when or if help would arrive and you were in a life and death struggle with a sociopathic monster who was going to rape you and worse. So, for a moment you panicked, but after that you did what you had to and you put him down. You’re a good agent, Ziva, don’t let a natural reaction change that, learn from it, let it make you even better.” He informed her with earnestness and resolute certainty that she felt herself nodding in agreement and the weight that started to lift at her admission, lifted completely. “But… But the feeling is still there, it’s… It’s eating at me… What if it happens again and I don’t get to do the right thing and someone gets hurt?” she asked in a hushed whisper, the tension returning with her doubt. “You don’t.” he replied honestly and she drew a breath whether to protest or to beg for a different answer, she wasn’t sure, but he continued before she could say anything.
“But, I don’t think you will. You need a little time, but now that you can admit what you felt, you’ll work through it and you’ll soon be your old stone cold MOSAD super-agent self again.” He elaborated and again she found herself nodding, but then she frowned. “You think I’m stone cold?” she wondered and for the first time his soft smile faltered. “Yeah, sure, a stone cold fox.” He tried to recover, the smile returning but, just a little too big and bright to be completely sincere. “How can you give good advice, be right and such a complete fool at the same time?” she asked after rolling her eyes at him. “It’s a gift.” He responded glibly with a wink. They were falling back into their old pattern of banter, but that didn’t change the fact that they were naked in his bed after having had some seriously good sex. The scent of it still clung to them, she could still feel the result of it on the inside of her thighs and in the throbbing tightness of her sex and breasts. He had warned her that it would change things between them and it did. She had thought it would be awkward, that she would be embarrassed, but instead, the change was that she found herself perfectly comfortable. And, not only that, now that he had helped her weather her emotional storm she found herself without a way to rationalize the returning desire she felt stirring at her core and it didn’t bother her. Tomorrow would bring whatever it would, but the night wasn’t over yet.
“Wow. We had sex and you just admitted I was right about something, two incredible, amazing and unbelievable things in one night. Wow!” he noted with amazement, grinning like the cat that ate the canary, all too pleased with himself. She closed her eyes for a moment and just stopped herself from shaking her head, but she couldn’t really blame him, too much. When she opened her eyes she let a sultry smile bloom on her lips. “Yeah, Tony, You’re one lucky guy.” She informed him, letting her voice go honeyed and seductive and he was bright and alert enough to notice, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. It was her turn to laugh and his to frown, but before he could say anything she snaked her hand in between them and up to his chest to roughly push him over onto his back. And, with a rush of movement she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and resting some of her weight on his member. She felt him stiffen in pulsing jolts and she couldn’t stop herself from rocking her hips to rub against it as it strained to rise erect.
He made to reach for her, but she captured his wrists and pressed them back into the pillow on either side of his head, leaning forward. She let her lips hover over his, pulling back when he tried to raise his head and capture them. She let her tongue peek out and swipe along his lips before leaning in close to his ear. “What I meant was, the night isn’t over yet and who knows how many unbelievable, incredible things might happen before it is.” She told him and nipped at his earlobe before lifting her head to face him and grind herself against his once again hard, engorged cock where she had it trapped against her swollen, wet folds. “Oh boy!” She heard him whisper with feeling just before she captured his lips for a hungry, voracious kiss.
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