Gibbs eyed the victim’s commanding officer with a frown as the man attempted to go about his business and ignore the two’s questions. “This is a murder investigation. If you don’t want to answer our questions here, I’ll gladly escort you back to NCIS and we can – chat – there.”
“Agent Gibbs, I already told your agents everything I know. Jeff was a good sailor, one hell of an engineer. But outside of the engine room, I barely knew the guy,” Lieutenant Mathis explained as he signed a parts requisition form that one of his crewmen had given him. “He kept himself to himself mostly. He didn’t want a repeat of what happened on the Ranger. Who would?”
“We’re just heard a few words of that but haven’t received the paperwork with the details. How about you fill us in,” Gibbs smiled.
“Well I don’t know all the details either, just what I’ve heard the scuttlebutt say. He and some fellow crewmen had some trouble with their shift supervisor. They reported him, there was a JAG case and he was discharged. I don’t know what for,” Mathis replied.
“Can you give us any names? Anything else you may have heard?” Steve pressed.
“No… like I said, it was the scuttlebutt talking. I don’t even know if its true for sure,” Mathis explained. “Look guys, I’d like to help, but the Ranger leaves dock in two weeks. I have to refit the engines by then so if you don’t mind…”
Gibbs looked at the man again before turning to Steve who was looking around. “Do you have anything else to ask before we leave?”
“No, we’ll know where to come if we have more questions. I know the Seahawk‘s CO. Captain Swarford will make sure we get cooperation from everyone aboard. Isn’t that right Lieutenant?” Steve asked, eyeing Mathis.
“Yes,” Mathis nodded quickly before a crewman called out for his help. “So long gentlemen. I hope I don’t see either of you again.”
With a small smirk, Gibbs didn’t respond as he walked away, tucking his notepad in his blazer pocket. “What do you think?” he asked eventually once they were out of earshot.
“I believe him. He hasn’t left the ship since they docked. Swarford likes his senior officers to supervise major refits. It earned the old man a reputation as a ball buster,” Steve grinned. “Tony and McGee were right about the victim. He was pretty private. I talked to a few of his cabinmates and co-workers too. He was keeping his head down and his nose clean.”
“Which makes me wonder if Pekelo had something to hide,” Gibbs sighed as he eyed the hall, unsure of what felt off. “If all he did was report a supervisor for misconduct, why would he feel the need to stay tight lipped with everyone?”
“It might not have been his choice, working alongside someone who you know has reported a fellow sailor to JAG might make you nervous,” Steve replied. “We won’t know more until we see the files and get the names of those involved in the case.”
Gibbs let out a sigh knowing he was right. “Let’s start heading back. We have enough work over the coming week. I’ll make sure NCIS compensates you well for your time.”
“Didn’t doubt it for a second,” Steve grinned as he followed the Marine-turned-investigator to his car.
Tony entered Abby’s lab clutching a fresh caf-pow. There was no sign of the familiar smile on his face, nor did he appreciate whatever the noise was that was pulsing through Abby’s high end sound system. “Abby… Abby!… ABBY!”
The woman was busy at the computer lost in her work. Finally hearing her friend she turned aroused and lowered the volume of the music. “Oh hey Tony. How’s Ziva?”
“Sneezing her germs all over the squad room,” Tony joked with little to no enthusiasm. “Gibbs wants an update on the flower. He and the boyscout are heading back now.”
“Steve. He’s a good guy. You and him could be good friends if you would give him half a chance,” she replied. “As far as the flower, nothing special there. Ziva should be calling around to see who offers them.”
“Good guy… Abby, you don’t get it. It won’t be long before Ziva has to make a choice. Whether to stay in DC and end her thing with the boyscout, or leave us to go live in Hawaii,” Tony snapped. “She can’t keep flying back and forth forever!”
Abby frowned knowing that would come in time after seeing the two together. “It’s not our place to make her stay. It makes us no better than the people we rescued her from.”
“I’m not saying we can make her stay, but you’re all welcoming him with open arms… practically giving Ziva your okay to leave when you should be showing her you don’t want her to go!” Tony growled, slamming the caf-pow by her almost empty one. “You pulled out all the stops to get Gibbs to stay…”
“Because he had no intention of coming home. Ziva will be back to visit and I believe that. It’s not like when she left last time.”
“Yeah well, I’m not waiting around for her to make up her mind. If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em,” he sighed before stalking out of the lab and heading for Vance’s office, not even bothering to apologise to McGee who he almost ran down.
“What uh… what’s going on?” Tim asked Abby as he entered her lab with a frown.
“Tony is upset about his feelings,” she said simply.
“Tony? As in Tony DiNozzo? Upset about something?” McGee asked in disbelief just as the penny dropped. “Ziva…”
“You catch on so fast,” Abby replied. “He’s still not ready to let go.”
“Yeah well, he had his shot, and a second, and a third…” McGee said with a sigh. “I don’t know Abs… I feel some pretty big changes coming…”
“I agree but good ones. Ones that we can prepare for and this time no one is out to kill one of us. Just don’t let Vance send you back to the basement with the Geek Squad. You’re too good for them.”
“Don’t worry, I’m either a full agent or nothing. I love what we do, I love the team,” he smiled. “So, wanna join me for lunch?”
Abby shook her head. “Sorry. I still have a lot of work to do here. What’s everyone else doing?”
With that, McGee’s cell rang. “McGee.” Gibbs’ voice could be heard over the line, even where Abby was standing. “We’ll meet you there, boss.”
“What’s going on?” she asked, pulling a sip from what was left of her Caf-Pow.
“Baltimore PD found another body. Do me a favor and call Ducky? Tell him to meet us in the garage,” McGee said. “Raincheck on that lunchdate.”
“Sure thing Mc-G. Go before Gibbs cracks you one,” she grinned as she picked up the phone and dialed the autopsy extension.
When the MCRT and M.E. trucks finally arrived on the scene, Baltimore PD had already taped off the crime scene while Gibbs and McGarrett were talking to the witness who found the body and the responding officer.
“Great. When the hell is he going back to the land of sun and surf and leave us alone…” Tony muttered as he slammed the truck into park and climbed out.
“I like him,” McGee answered, having heard what his friend had said. “Ziva’s smiling again and I’m glad she’s happy.”
“Timothy’s right Antony, if it weren’t for the fact that he and Ziva are seeing each other it is likely that you and Steven would be friends. Perhaps even good friends,” Ducky said as he and Palmer followed behind them.
“Plus with Ziva being ill, an extra pair of hands won’t hurt,” Jimmy added, earning a scowl from DiNozzo.
“You guys hit traffic?” Gibbs asked as his team approached. “DiNozzo, sketches and photo’s. McGee, confirm the ID. It seems we have another Petty Officer’s death on our hands.”
Ducky looked around Gibbs and spotted the body. “Hmm… a hanging,” he sighed. “Best get the ladders Mr. Palmer.”
“Right you are, Doctor Mallard,” Jimmy replied obediently and rushed back to their truck.
“I spoke to the woman who discovered the body,” Steve said as he followed Gibbs and Ducky through into the apartment. “His name is Richard Foster, a former naval petty officer. Finished his tour last year and moved in with his fiance. The woman who found him like this is her sister. They were supposed to be going shopping for the wedding when the sister gets home from work. Which should be any minute.”
Tony elbowed his way past McGarrett in an innocent enough manner so that he could get inside further to start his work. Flashing a glare to the man, he quickly started taking the crime scene photos as he tried to ignore the man’s presence. “Suicide?” he asked Ducky as he looked up at the body.
“I don’t believe so,” Ducky said as he looked the body over. “I’ll have to confirm of course but I believe he was strangled with the makeshift noose and then suspended post mortem. The defensive wounds on his hands… the abrasions on his neck as he clawed at the noose…”
“Uhh boss…” McGee interjected. “I’ve confirmed his ID and uh… he served with Petty Officer Pekelo on the Ranger. Petty Officer Foster was one of the men who reported their shift supervisor. I knew the name sounded familiar.”
“Looks like someone’s out for revenge, Gibbs,” Steve said with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah. It looks that way, doesn’t it,” the team leader replied. “Keep looking around. I need coffee,” he grumbled as he made his way out of the apartment to the car.
“I’ll leave you guys to it,” Steve said. “The girlfriend should be back soon and I want to fill Ziva in. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”
McGee waved as he set about his work. Tony ignored Steve as he continued taking his pictures and flashed a blinding shot in his face as he left.
“Nice… real nice…” Steve muttered. It was like working with Danny, just without the professionalism.
Ziva was on the phone tracking down all florists that feature or specializes in tropical flora when Gibbs walk in with two coffees in hand. He paused at her desk with an odd look on his face that she said simply with, “I am fine.” Until Steve walked in behind him that she understood by the guilty expression he had. Sighing, she repeated her words. “I am fine, Gibbs.”
“Conference room, now,” he said simply before making his out of the squad room. “And the SEAL stays put.”
She looked at the phone she held before hanging it up and followed, narrowing her eyes on Steve. “I will deal with you later,” she hissed at him before the elevator door closed on them and his bewildered face.
Gibbs held the door open for her and pointed to an empty chair at the head of the table. Wordlessly he placed one of the cups of coffee in front of her and remained standing, simply staring at her.
“There was a reason I had not mentioned it Gibbs,” Ziva said, not moving, her hands on her lap.
He lent on the table, his eyes remained locked on hers and in a soft voice he asked “Which was?”
“This. He promised to finally let me go and I made it clear to him where I stood. I believe he is sick but I do not believe he is dying. Knowing now, does it change anything that has happened over the last few months or your outlook for the future?”
“It changes things when you keep something as important as this from me… after everything we’ve been through,” Gibbs replied. “You of all people know how important trust is.”
She sighed as she held her hands up and let them drop. “I did not want you to worry. I did not want to have to deal with – this. We all have things that we do not share with each other. I have never asked you about your first wife and daughter. My father is as much of a sensitive subject to me as they are to you!”
“Damn it Ziva, don’t you think I know that,” he growled. “That’s why I’m here. And don’t tell me when or when I can’t worry about you. Fathers worry about their kids, no matter what the circumstances.”
“I’m sorry!” Ziva exclaimed. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what else to say about it. That – everything with him is over and done with now. I – I’m sorry…”
“It’ll never be over Ziva, not in here,” he said as he pointed to her heart before taking her arm and pulling her into a hug. “You’ll always wonder how things could have gone differently. What you could have said or done to make things better. What he could have done…”
“I know the only way things could have been different is if I did not join Mossad. But in doing that I never would have met Steve, Jenny, and then you and the team. What he did to Ari, and me – and what I learned he did to Director Vance back then. My father does not know how to change. I suppose that is one thing that my brother was correct that night. You both are bastards, but I would happily take you over any of them any day knowing what I have learned from you. I do not need them now. Perhaps when in the beginning but not anymore. I have more than enough people in my family here to make up for the wrong that I’ve experienced,” she smiled.
“Do me a favor, don’t keep things like this from me anymore. Especially with what’s to come,” Gibbs said before reluctantly releasing Ziva and retrieving his coffee.
Ziva raised an eyebrow. “I will do my best. But what do you mean by what’s to come?” she asked confused.
“You’ll know, in time,” Gibbs replied, his emotional shields up once again. “Now get back to work.”
“You do not want me keeping things from you and now you are doing it to me. I hardly call that fair,” she pointed out as she stood.
“Well, when you’re the boss, you can decide what’s fair,” he grinned. “And don’t be so hard on McGarrett. He worries about you. And he really thought you’d told me.”
She looked at her friend and parental stand-in, biting slightly on her tongue as she thought about the research she had been conducting for Steve that she hadn’t gone to Gibbs for help with. She hadn’t even told Steve that she had looked into what she could and the fact that she did approach Vance for permission to use their resources – she knew Gibbs would not be so pleased with going over his head even if it had nothing to do with him or the team. “There is not much else I can do from here tonight. Most of the florists had closed about a half hour ago and I had not known there were so many shops around. It could take days to contact them all about that particular species of plant.”
“Alright, Steve can fill you in on the second victim on your way home. Go get some rest, I’ll see you both tomorrow… but only if you’re up to it,” he said before stalking out of the room.
Since returning from the conference room, Ziva had been quiet, which was never a good sign in McGarrett’s opinion. As he drove them both back to her apartment, he contemplated striking up a conversation but he knew that anything he said would result in a discussion about him letting Gibbs know about her father. So he kept on driving in silence.
“We should pick up something to eat,” Ziva said evenly, not giving her mood away.
Steve was taken aback by her statement. Not at the fact that she wanted food, but the fact that she spoke. “Uhh sure, what are you in the mood for?” he asked carefully.
“Something easy. And fast. Whether it be take out or to make – I do not care. What do you want to eat?” she asked, turning to look at him, still with her mask on and knowing he was unsure about her and it made her smile inside.
“Uhh, we could get pizza I guess,” he said as he turned down toward her apartment building. “I could order in. You’ll get worse if you stay out in this cold any longer.”
Ziva rolled her eyes. “I’ll be fine,” she said with an edge and looked back out the window. “How about Asian? There is a PF Changs not far from here.”
“PF Changs it is,” he said. “But you’ll have to give me some directions.”
“Go ahead three blocks and make a left. It’ll be on the right side about a mile and half up,” she replied, frowning as it started to snow lightly.
“Got it,” he said simply, the suspense was starting to get to him.
Sitting across from Vance, Gibbs gave the Director a sideways glance.
“Did you always see it going this way?” Leon asked as his tongue toyed with the toothpick that sat gently on his bottom lip.
“You said yourself Leon, he’s ready. He was ready a long time ago,” Gibbs replied simply.
“Yes, but you wanted him to succeed you, didn’t you?” Vance asked with a frown as he eyed the paperwork on his desk.
“Ideally. But its what he wants Leon I could tell just by looking at him on my way up,” Gibbs nodded. “Give him what he wants. He’s ready. And you do need good people overseas.”
“But I also need good people here Gibbs. What with the Governor of Hawaii trying to poach Ziva, Ducky preparing to retire and now him wanting a new assignment, McGee will be in charge of MCRT soon enough,” Vance sighed.
“Tim’s a good agent, you could do far worse,” Gibbs replied as he stood.
Leon looked at the man and nodded. “Tell DiNozzo I will consider his request but am not promising anything right now. There is a good chance he may change his mind.”
“Not this time,” Gibbs muttered as he left Vance’s office, hoping that Ducky had finished the autopsy on Petty Officer Foster.
Having gotten their takeout, they headed to Ziva’s apartment and arrived just as the snow really started coming down. “Nothing like a little snow to make you miss the islands huh?” Steve asked as Ziva unlocked and opened her door.
“You can say that again. The forecasters suspect this winter to be quite harsh,” she sighed as she pulled off her coat and kicked her boots off, leaving them scattered around behind the door. Making her way into the kitchen, she pulled out a bottle of beer from the fridge for Steve and her bottle of wine and a glass for herself. “It isn’t your usual that I know you like. The store did not have any when I picked it up last week.”
“It’s fine,” Steve smiled as he placed the food on the counter and picked up the bottle for a moment. “So what do you want to do tonight? Watch a movie?”
Ziva did not answer immediately as she pulled out plates and utensils. “I had something in mind but not yet. It is time to eat,” she shrugged, returning to the island and setting the plates down, eyeing him.
“Does this something have to do with what you and Gibbs talked about?” Steve asked, feeling bold suddenly.”
She looked at him innocently. “No. Should there be something?”
“Don’t do that Ziva, not with me…” Steve sighed as he began serving up the food. “Why didn’t you tell him?”
“Because I did not need him to fly to Israel and commit murder. He and I had our words and it has been settled,” she explained. “Anything else?”
“So, you’re not mad?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow, taken aback by her casual attitude.
Ziva smiled and shook her head. “No. I am not mad. Just don’t tell him everything? He may be my boss but he is the closest thing to family I have. I doubt you tell your sister or your father everything.”
“No, you’re right,” Steve conceded. “But uh, you do need someone who you can be completely open and honest with. Everybody does.”
“That is something I am learning. That will likely be the hardest to work on. But I am trying.”
“Me too,” he smiled, offering her a plate of food before serving up his own. “I want to talk to you about something. After the case, when you’re well again.”
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “Is it about the liaison position?”
“Partly, yes,” Steve replied. “But there’s more to it than that. Have you thought about it?”
She blinked and nodded. “I have, but I still do not have an answer to it. I am sorry.”
“It’s alright, I didn’t expect one now,” he replied. “But uh, lets just forget about that for now and focus on us in the here and now. At least for tonight.”
Ziva looked at him for a long moment. “Very well. Though if you wish for me to be honest with you, you should do the same with me and not put things off if you need to say something.”
“If I feel the need to say something, I’ll say it,” he nodded. “But you’re the one who taught me a long time ago and reaffirmed just recently that some things are better left unsaid. Am I right?”
“True. But if I do agree to your – offer, it would change things greatly for you and I in a number of ways that either of us ever consider before,” she said softly.
“I know that,” he replied. “And I’m prepared for it. While I’ve never quite gotten this far in my previous relationships, I know that there’s going to be some major give and take between us.”
“Let’s just eat dinner now and see how this goes? I am still angry with Gibbs about forcing you to work the case while you are here on vacation. He should not have done that.”
“He didn’t force me,” Steve replied truthfully. “Think of it as inter-agency cooperation. If you do decide to take the reassignment, NCIS and Five-0 will be working together a lot more anyway. Gibbs and Vance believe that I can be of some help. Once we get the case wrapped up, you’re all mine.”
She chuckled as she ate some of her food slowly. “That would be NCIS in Hawaii more than NCIS in Washington D.C.. But I am looking forward to getting this case over with already. Everything that I’ve read so far seems like this will be a complicated one.”
“Hopefully Gibbs and McGee will be looking closer at the incident on the Ranger. Two crewmen testifying against their supervisor winding up dead within days of each other doesn’t look all that good for the supervisor,” Steve replied. “But enough about work for now. Tell me what you’ve been up to while we’ve been apart.”
“Aside from working? Not much. I more or less been trying to prepare things for you to come but I got sick and fell behind on a lot. I really wanted to take you out and around. Maybe go to dinner with the team. I know Abby is excited to have you around.”
“Don’t I know it. She’s a never-ending ball of energy. Makes me wonder what they put in that stuff she drinks,” he grinned. “Did you go to the film festival you were talking about on your last visit to the islands?”
She shook her head. “No. We ended up catching a case the same weekend that sent Tony and I to Gitmo. He had wanted to attend much more than I though there was a couple films that I was interested in viewing. He did not stop complaining the entire time we were in Cuba,” she sighed. “I still need to deal with him again. I know he is not pleased with your being here.”
“It’s understandable though,” Steve sighed. “Maybe in time he’ll grow to accept the fact that you’re moving on with your life and that being with me is what you want. At least for the time being…” He didn’t want to put all of their eggs in one basket, especially with the decision that was still hanging over their heads.
Ziva hummed in response, not willing to say anything as she had the feeling of a coughing fit settling in her throat. Moving around the counter, she smiled up at him and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. She wanted more but she did not want to risk infecting him with her cold as she had only just began a strong antibiotic and cough medicine from her doctor visit earlier that afternoon.
He pulled her into his lap and shifted her plate of food beside his while enjoying their closeness. “So if you weren’t going to chew me out for telling Gibbs… what do you have planned for me tonight?” he asked with a smirk.
“That depends on you – and my ability to fight off my cough. I still had not decided yet,” she grinned and took a bite of broccoli from her plate.
“Well I think the best way to get rid of this cold of yours is to raise your temperature, get you sweating,” he whispered as he began planting kisses on her neck.
“You may end up only catching whatever I have,” Ziva breathed out as her eyes fluttered closed with a smile. “Having the flu in Hawaii does not sound particularly fun.”
“I’m a SEAL ma’am,” he grinned, kissing her neck some more. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
“Living on the edge,” she chuckled and shifted herself so that she was more centered on his lap with her legs around his sides so that she could face him, nipping along his jaw. She had a slight wheeze from her coughing fits but otherwise was finding herself becoming more and more participating.
His hands found her hips as his mouth covered hers. To hell with her cold, he’d take some vitamins afterward. His hands slipped under her shirt and he enjoyed the warm of her skin on his as his food, their case and everything else was suddenly forgotten.
Ziva let her nails dig into his shoulders as she met his kisses with equal intensity. “Bedroom…” she managed to let out when they parted long enough to take in some much needed oxygen.
Taking a firmer hold of Ziva, he stood up with her still clinging to him and began walking toward the bedroom, kissing her between each step. Finally reaching her room, he walked her over to her bed before sitting her down at the foot of it gently.
She grinned up at him in the darkness of her room as she reached to his waist to undo his belt and work on removing his clothes. Her hands moved in a familiar routine and it did not take long at all for the heavy fabric to fall from his hips. Tugging his shorts down as well, she was more than eager to take him in her mouth with a low hum of pleasure.
“Amazing…” he half moaned-half mumbled as he just allowed her gorgeous mouth to work its magic, his fingers stroking her hair as she elicited sounds from him that no other woman could.
She looked up at him as she continued to tease his increasing length with her tongue. “You like that?” She asked with a sly smile.
He muttered something that sounded like “Understatement” as he began moving his hips slowly.
Ziva settled her hands on the sides of his hips, keeping her mouth open for him to continue. Every time he pulled out she looked back up at him, licking her lips. “More?”
His response was always a nod, a moaned “Yes,” or simply a thrust back into her mouth. However, it wasn’t long before his tolerance was being tested and as much as he wanted to allow her to do what she did oh so well, he had promised to make her sweat. With an audible pop, he pulled out of her mouth once again and began to unbutton her shirt quickly.
“In a rush are we?” She laughed as she pulled the clothing over her head much quicker and proceeded to rid herself of her pants.
“I’m hungry,” he growled and helped her remove her pants before burying his face between her legs.
All she could do was let out a small yelp as she fell back to the bed and her legs lingered in the air before settling over his shoulders. Closing her eyes to let herself give into the feelings, Ziva panted slightly as she occasionally lifted her head to watch just to find herself back down and beginning to squirm.
His mouth went to work, teasing her labia as she writhed above him. He could already feel the warmth pouring from her in waves with each stroke of his talented tongue.
Ziva’s hands sought out somewhere to rest them. From her sides to her breasts to finally his head where her fingers buried in his hair, moaning his name repeatedly.
“You’ll wear it out, y’know,” he grinned, looking up at her for a moment before cupping her breasts with his large, warm hands and returning his attention to her sex.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” she moaned out. One of her hands came up and rested over his on her breast, holding him there.
Squeezing her breasts gently, the tip of his tongue flicked over her clit. He knew she was almost ready for what she really wanted.
She let out a gasp when be nibbled just a little harder then he normally did. “Oh! Damn it,” she growled, tugging on his hair. “Get up here,” she ordered.
Looking up again, he smirked. “Yes Ma’am.” He crawled up her body until he was looking intently into her eyes and after a few brief deep breaths, he thrust his member into her in one slow, intent motion.
Her eyes flashed open at his intrusion into her body and smiled. “So good,” she murmured, lifting her head to kiss.
“I know I am,” he whispered with a smug grin as he started grinding into her with a slow rhythm. “But you’re the only one that can keep up with me.”
Letting let head fall back, she shifted so that she was more comfortable under his weight. “You can do more than this I know,” she teased.
“But we have all night,” he smiled, kissing her lips gently. “I really want you to get a good sweat on.”
“Yes and we can go again and again, and again…”
“You do want to be able to walk into work tomorrow don’t you?” he asked casually. “Because the last time we went again and again, and again we couldn’t move the morning after.”
She pretended to think about it before thrusting her hips into his roughly. “I can deal with it. If only for Gibbs to realize he was out of line to have you work.”
“Then might I suggest…” he grinned before fulling out and flipping her onto her stomach before roughly thrusting back into her from behind. “… we make things easy to begin with.” With that, his hips began to move fast and hard against her, hammering her insides steadily.
Ziva’s eyes rolled back and she pulled her leg up so that he had more room to bury his cock in her. “Yes, yes,” she chanted as her fingers twisted up in the sheets.
A low growl rumbled through his chest as he slammed into her. He suddenly felt very pre-historic. His vice-like grip on her hips a sign of his possession of her and he knew she felt the same every time he filled her and their bodies touched.
She moved up to her knees and looked over her shoulder at him with hazey eyes. Reaching between them, she rubbed at her clit hard. Knowing he was still awhile off before he would be releasing, she yearned for her own just then. “Right there,” she encouraged.
And hit that spot he did. All that could be heard in her room at that moment was his growls, her moans and their bodies slamming together repeatedly. His thumb found its way to her backdoor and pressed against it lightly as his other hand grabbed her left breast roughly.
She felt him shift after a few moments to grind himself deeply into her. It was enough for her to cum and her body fell lax briefly but she managed to stay up on her knees so that Steve didn’t miss a step.
He felt her body go limp as her pussy gripped and grabbed for him with every thrust of his hips. Taking his chance as she rode out her climax, he took his now slick cock and placed it at her butt hole before applying a gently building pressure.
Ziva let out a breath as she felt him enter her again. As he slowly began to pull out of her ass, she pushed back to keep him in. “Let me feel you fill me again,” she grinned.
He did as she so cheekily asked. Sliding all the way in slowly until he felt her flesh touch the base of his cock. She was so incredibly tight, and hot. And as much as he loved fucking her pussy and her mouth, he took so much pleasure in fucking her ass because he didn’t get to do it as often as he’d like. His girl needed to walk and sit after all.
“I love feeling you inside me so much,” she sighed and readied herself for him again.
“And I love that you love it,” he moaned as her sphincter squeezed at his member for encouragement. His pace began slow again, he wanted her to get used to his being inside her before he really made his presence known. Periodically he would spit on his cock as he withdrew to give her a little more lubrication to work with.
“Side drawer I have a bottle,” she smiled.
“Prepared for anything aren’t you,” he said breathlessly as he reached over for the bottle of lube. Pulling his cock out of her, he coated it and her slightly gaping hole before sliding himself back in a little more rougher than before.
She let out a grunt and leaned down as be pressed his hand on her back softly. “I do have my own toys when I do not have you to satisfy me.”
“Oh really,” he growled as he ploughed into her at a quick, hard, steady pace. “We will have to have fun with those later.”
Ziva panted hard with each thrust he gave her. “Anytime…” She managed to get out before she began crying out loudly in pleasure.
“How about now…” he moaned as he reached into the drawer he got the lube from and found an ample sized vibrator that he switched on and held against her clit.
The addition was enough to send Ziva much louder despite a small coughing fit. The headboard that she reached out to brace herself with banged the wall harder. It wasn’t long before her neighbor banged back, yelling for them to quiet down.
With a chuckle, Steve pulled her upright, away from the headboard. Still fucking her, he kissed her neck and covered her mouth with his hand as he slipped the vibrator inside her pussy.
Her eyes flew open at the combination of the angle and double penetration had her wanting to scream out. It wasn’t the first time she had two cocks in her, even if the second wasn’t artificial. But Steve was particularly gifted in his endowment that always satisfied her deeply. Laying her head back on his shoulder she watched him with her mouth still covered. She gave him a moaning sigh as her hands gripped his thigh and ground back against him.
Steve felt Ziva’s body temperature rise along with his own as they carried on fucking like that for what seemed like hours, they tried other positions and after a quick scrub down he took her mouth and pussy again. By the time they finished, they both had multiple orgasms and their sexual hunger was well and truly sated. In the early hours of the morning Ziva was snuggled against him cozily as she snored lightly against his chest and the last thought he had as he drifted off to sleep was Life is good.