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TITLE: Solace
AUTHOR: MidKnight
PART: 1 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
Ziva sat in her car, the vehicle still idling while she flexed her hands on the steering wheel. She looked up at the lighted window of his apartment and let the edges of her straight white teeth worry at her lower lip. She closed her eyes and let her forehead drop to the cool vinyl on the steering wheel with the sound of the passing traffic spoiling the calm she sought ion the darkness behind her eyelids. The flashbacks kept catching her off guard. It wasn’t the fear, she’d been scared before. It wasn’t that she had killed a man, she’d done that too. It had been the panic and the moment of paralysis she had felt, that moment of helplessness that shook her, that haunted her. “Why am I here?” she asked herself and no answer appeared forthcoming.
She lifted her head and saw his silhouette pass across the lighted window. He had offered his services as someone to talk to, but she didn’t know if that was what she needed. She turned the car off and sat back in her seat. ”Maybe I should just go get a drink? Maybe lots of drinks?” she wondered, thinking of the bar she had frequented to find the killer, but instead she looked up at his window again. She undid her seatbelt and got out of the car. She waited for traffic to pass and then crossed the street. Her finger hesitated over the buzzer to his apartment when someone exited his building. She caught the door before it closed and smiling at the woman who was leaving, entered.
Ziva took the stairs up to the second floor slowly, still not quite sure why she was there, but despite her dragging steps she finally found herself in front of his door. Her knuckles hovered over the painted wood for almost a full minute before she knocked. She heard his footsteps come toward the door and she guessed he was looking through the peephole, and felt ridiculous as she found herself waving nervously. “Hey, Ziva.” He greeted her enthusiastically as he opened the door and stood aside in silent invitation for her to enter. She nodded and stepped into his apartment.
Tony was dressed casually. He was barefoot with ragged jeans and a white tee with a beer in his hand. He shut the door behind her and then offered her a beer. She refused and perched on his sofa, her back ramrod straight while the urge to make a break for the door kept her tense. She watched him frown. “What can I do for you, Ziva? Do you need to talk about…” he asked as he sat down on the sofa with her, leaning back and making the leather squeak as he made himself comfortable at the other side of the sofa angled to face her. She angled herself to face him and shook her head not trusting her voice. The sofa wasn’t that big and their knees almost touched. “You don’t want to talk. You don’t want to drink and, I’m guessing you don’t want to be alone either.” He summarized and she felt herself nodding at each point.
He flashed her one of his boyish smiles. “Okay. At least take your jacket off and make yourself comfortable.” He suggested and she was glad he wasn’t being his usual inquisitive self, so after a moment she slid her jacket off and draped it over the arm of the sofa. She tried to make herself relax, but the tension remained as she divided her attention between his television and the black and white movie that was playing on it and watching him take small swigs from his beer. She started to focus more on him than the movie. In his current state, he exuded a kind of rough, casual charm. His t-shirt, although not particularly tight, molded to his hard, well-defined and manly frame, that reminded her of her original attraction to him. The beer made his lips glisten wetly before he wiped them with the back of his hand. Her breath caught for a moment as she realized why she had come to his door and the desire for flight flared again along with desire of a far baser nature. The only noise in the room was the dialogue from the movie and the soft buzz of traffic from outside. The thunk of him resting his apparently empty beer bottle on a side table sounded loud in the relative silence, which continued until they caught each other sneaking glances and then resolutely turned their heads to the television.
“This is ridiculous. I should go.” She told herself when his knee shifted and brushed along hers for just moment. She turned her head to look at him, completely ignoring the television and after a few moments, feeling her gaze, he did the same, a frown furrowing his forehead in silent question. She bit her lower lip for a second and then she pounced. She saw his eyes widen and felt his body tense as she pressed her lips to his, her breasts flattening against his chest as she shifted against him. His shock lasted for a few brief moments and then his arms was around her and the fingers from one of his hands were winding into her hair, to cup and cradle her head as he kissed her back.
They kissed hungrily, heads shifting and tilting to cement their lips. She could taste the beer in his mouth as his lips opened under hers and their tongues fences and then wrestled while their lips slid sensuously and sinuously together. They shifted onto the sofa with her lying on top of him, her thigh between his legs. She could feel the bulge of his manhood getting harder and pressing against her hip as she slowly undulated to grind herself against his denim-clad thigh. She groaned into his mouth as her heat spiked along her skin and her sex contracted and twisted against itself while her nipples stiffened and tingled with arousal.
His strong fingers massaged her scalp and ran up and down her back, stopping just short of grabbing her ass as she clutched at his broad shoulders. They kissed until she was breathing hard and her body thrummed with need, her sex constricting and pulsing and her hips continued to slowly rock without her permission as she rubbed herself against She felt lightheaded and out of control and lifted her head with a gasp as the true import of what she was doing dawned on her. His hand in her hair resisted her efforts and he lifted his head, following her lips for a moment and then let his head drop back onto the arm of the sofa and his hand relaxed. She watched his tongue peek out and make a slow circuit of his slightly swollen lips and she unconsciously mimicked the action.
Her skin felt hot and prickly, her clothes rough and uncomfortable against it. Her intimate flesh pulsed with need, twisting and rubbing against itself to expel a fresh torrent of sex grease onto he already drenched folds. “I… I should not have done that.” She told him even as her body reveled in the wonderful sensation kissing him had created. She made to get off him, but his arm tightened around her, holding her in place. “Not so fast, Ziva.” He admonished her while his free hand shifted the hair that had fallen across it out of her face so that he could look into her eyes. If she wanted to she could have got up, the light restraint of his arm around her was hardly a barrier to that, but she stayed right where she was, the gentle brush of his fingers on the skin of her face still echoed along her nerves. “Do you want to talk now?” he wondered and after a moment she shook her head. “Do you know what you’re doing?” he continued and after another few moments she shook her head slowly. He tilted his head slightly, looking at her speculatively and then nodded. “What do you need, Ziva? What do you want?” he asked, his voice soft and earnest, trying to help her sort out her chaotic thoughts.
Tony’s eyes held hers, his arm warm across the small of her back while small sparks arched into her chest as her breasts flattened against his chest as she breathed heavily out and in and she could still feel him hard against her belly. Ziva licked her lips and swallowed to wet her dry lips and throat as she tried to steady herself; to catch her breath and put what she required into words she just didn’t seem to be able to find. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again. “Its okay, Ziva. We can just get a bottle of wine, order something in to eat, anything you want and just talk.” He suggested, taking her hesitance and silence as indecision. She pressed her finger over his lips to silence him and ground down harder on the ridge of his bulge making him groan as he shift under her in response. “I think you know what I need, what I want, but can you give it to me without things changing between us?” she wondered, searching his eyes.
“It will change things, Ziva. That’s a given, you know that, but I can deal with it if you can.” He replied honestly after a thoughtful pause. “How will it change, for you?” she asked, needing to know exactly where they would stand. “For one, I could stop wondering what you look like naked, what you feel like, what you taste like. That’s going to free up a lot of time for me.” He replied with a straight face that left her staring at him incredulously. “You… you think about that?” she queried, her voice soft and curious. “I’m a red blooded, heterosexual male, Ziva and you’re… Well you. Of course I’ve wondered. By the way, you’re a better kisser that I’d imagined.” He explained, his hands coming to rest on her hips. “You’ve never wondered what it would be like?” He turned the question on her.
She wanted to be as casual as he was, but she felt her cheeks heat. “There’ve been times, situations where… Okay I have.” She conceded, but couldn’t bring herself to tell him how often or how detailed. “Was that another reason she had ended up at his door? Was her close call leading her to consider any regrets she might have?” she wondered while they continued to look searchingly at each other. “Come on, Ziva. Sex changes things. It’s hard to put into words. We’ve been through a lot and we’ve always had this… This thing between us, call it attraction or sexual tension, it’s part of our relationship. We do this and that’s either going to get more intense or its going to go away. If you can deal with that, then so can I.” he continued as she stared at him and she could feel the seriousness in his voice. She didn’t know if he knew that he was doing it, but fingers were slowly kneading her waist and hips and she undulated against him to the same rhythm.
Despite the calm, rational discussion they were having, her body continued to spike and react with arousal and desire. Neither her head, nor her heart was supplying her with the answers she needed, so she went with what her body was telling her. She bit her lips for a moment and then shrugged. “I can always just go back to Israel.” She murmured under her breath as she sat up. “Was that disappointment she saw flash across his face?” she wondered, forcing her lips not to curve into a smile as she looked down at him sternly. “Tony?” she began and he nodded, his hands stilling. She let the silence built between them, but had to force herself not to squirm against his throbbing hardness. “Lift your back and arms.” She instructed and after searching her face for a moment he did as he was told. She ran her hands under his t-shirt, feeling his hard muscles tense under her touch before she grabbed at the material and dragged the garment off over his head.
Her lips found his again before his t-shirt even hit the floor and his arms curled around her as he pulled himself up. His fingers wormed into her hair to cradle her head as he kissed her back with hungry abandon. He groaned and she moaned around his probing tongue as their slow undulations became a more pronounce dry hump. His hand left her head and slid down her back to tug at the bottom of her blouse. Ziva found herself swallowing and breathing hard as his lips left hers and he nibbled at her jawline and down along the column of her neck. She moaned again when his hand slid under her blouse and up along the skin of her back, his first touch on her skin sending and electric tingle arching into her core, while his lips and warm, wet tongue moved lower. His tongue dipped and swirled in the hollow at the base of her throat before his nipping teeth and sucking lips travelled down her chest to her cleavage. The fingers of his other hand tugged roughly at the laces at the bodice of her peasant blouse to loosen it to give his mouth more skin to explore.
Ziva nuzzled at his neck, letting his clean, masculine scent envelope her while clutching at his shoulders and back. Her skin felt tight and pulsed with heat making her clothes, especially her bra again her stiff, sensitive nipples felt tight and uncomfortable His fingers flexed to massage the muscles along her spine and then with suave deftness his fingers found and undid the clasp of her brassier. She sighed with the slight relief of pressure and she nipped at the side of his neck before lifting her head and then her arms. His lips and tongue continued to explore the top of her cleavage for a few moments longer before he realized her invitation and the advantage the momentary sacrifice of separation from her skin would give him. Tony grinned up at her for a moment and then proceeded to whip her blouse off over her head. As, soon as her blouse was free of her arms and hands she was able to shrug her unhooked brassier off her shoulders and drop it to the growing pile of clothes on his floor.
The air felt deliciously cool on her newly exposed skin and even more when it competed against the heat of his lips when they returned to her skin. “Yess!” she hissed softly, with enjoyment as his hands cupped and massaged her naked breasts and she arched her back to push into them while his tongue swirled up and down the valley of her cleavage. His heavy breaths from his nose tickled her skin with hot blooms as she started to circle her hips to grind her clenching, flexing, pulsing flooding sex against the hot throbbing bulge of his in an attempt to scratch the growing itch of desire at her core. The denim of his jeans was rough through her slacks and the sodden crotch of her panties. They were definitely still wearing too many clothes for her liking, but before she could make any suggestions to remedy that problem, he was grapping her ass and pushing her back at the same time. She resisted out of instinct and not any real desire to stop him and it turned into a friendly erotic tussle until he managed to reverse their previous position with her stretched out on the sofa and him between her legs above her. His hand lightly pinned her wrists on either side above her head. Little sparks danced into her chest as her nipples pressed up into his hard, smooth chest was hers and his heaved as they drew heavy breaths.
“Everything has to be a fight with you, doesn’t it, Ziva?” he accused and she grinned up at him in response. “I thought that’s what you liked about me, Tony?” she answered his question with one of her own, twisting her wrists against his grip, testing it and he grinned down at her too as their hips returned to undulating motion and he swooped down to capture her lips. Ziva smiled against his kiss as he released her wrists and his hands once again roamed over her body. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him tight to her to intensify the friction of their bodies sliding together. She blindly kicked at her shoes while she clutched at his denim-clad ass as they dry humped with little gasps and moans as they stimulated each other, lips finding meeting and finding skin when they needed air. Her shoes made one thump and then another when they hit the floor as she managed to get and kick them off. A whimper escaped her lips as she humped up hard against the solid weight of his rocking hips. What they were doing felt wonderful, but she needed, wanted more.
She caught his lower lips between her teeth and bit lightly to get his attention. She held onto it, stretching it as he lifted his head before letting go. “Give me what I want, Tony.” She commanded breathlessly and she gasped in shocked surprised when he blinked and appeared to do just the opposite as he quickly rose up off her and the sofa. A shiver ran through her at the way he was looking at her, the hunger that blazed in his eyes fed the flame in her core and made his abrupt departure all the more frustrating. His chest rose and fell as he took several short, deep breaths as she looked up at him with a confused frown when he held out his hand to her. “Bedroom… If we’re really going to do this I want you in my bed.” He explained his voice a dark syrupy invitation wrapped around a steel core of demand. It was the first demand he had made of her and she was more than happy to comply. She took his hand and let him pull her to her feet before leading the way deeper into his apartment and to his bedroom.
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