Refuge

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She should have stopped this when she had a chance.

She knows that.

But as Tony continued nibbling the skin behind her ear, and Gibbs’ gentle gaze roamed her face, confusing her, willing her to just accept what was happening and go with the flow, her eyes slipped shut in defeat. A long sigh slid past her lips, turning into a low groan as her fingers had somehow found themselves leaving the nape of her partner’s neck to entwine in short, silver hair; the pad of her thumb being pulled between the pout of his lips, tongue swirling dexterously around it.

There was no turning back now.

Surprisingly, Tony hadn’t even so much as batted an eye when Gibbs’ caresses moved fluidly from her body to his, moaning into her mouth as the older mans hands cupped, fondled, and teased ever inch of his skin that he could reach.

She never thought either of them, much less their stoic leader, would ever consider touching, or being touched by, another man. But, they seemed to be enjoying themselves, and that thrilled her, heightening her arousal another torturing notch at all of the right moments.

Shirts had been carefully removed, along with pants and under things in due time. Both she and Gibbs took turns undressing the man between them, drawing patterns along his body, avoiding bruises and bandages, putting to memory which places were safe to touch and which places weren‘t.

Ziva clearly remembers the look that Gibbs had given her right before he kissed her for the first time, laying there completely naked with his head propped up in one hand, his eyes leaving burning trails along her overheated body as Tony’s fingers explored her inner thighs. It was a look of passion, lust, and awe all rolled up into one predatory gaze. The next thing she knew, her whole world had been lips and tongue and fingers slowly dipping inside her, both men taking what they wanted, giving her only a fraction of a second to react before changing speeds.

Everything seemed to happen so fast after that. It felt as if she’d been disconnected from herself; seeing and feeling only brief snippets of the three of them, everything swirling into one big blur.

Desperate kisses were swept across Tony’s shoulders and she could tell that he was having a hard time deciding whether he should be thrusting forward, toward her warm and wet curves, or back against the massive erection behind him. She pitied him, having been there before, preferring that he continue forward, but knowing that both actions would definitely have their advantages.

Seconds, or maybe minutes later, after sweaty bodies had grown frustrated and fraught, Gibbs rolled condoms onto both of them, putting an end to all of their misery. She could feel him stroking Tony soothingly, silently telling him that he’d find release soon, the back of his hand brushing against her curls with each stroke. A finger slipped between her folds, startling her, circling her clit and spreading the smoldering liquid he found there, making her writhe against him, before guiding Tony carefully inside of her.

She gasped, moaning what could have been both of their names but probably sounded more like a keening wail. He was much bigger than she’d anticipated. Not the largest she’s ever had, mind you, but by far the biggest man she’s had the pleasure of feeling in her, filling her deliciously, for quite some time. She loved it, and he was completely hers.

Ziva bucked impatiently against him, trying to get him to move, and groaned, holding his ground, staying perfectly still. Somewhere through the fog, she realized that Gibbs had bent Tony’s knee up, heard the sound of a container opening, felt the shiver that ran through his body as unexpected fingers gently prodded and stretched, and she understood. His face tightened in concentration, clearly this was a first for him or damn close to it, and she was surprised how out of hand things had gotten. How unexpected it was; that none of them had objected to this insanity.

Another wince swept over his features, a hiss pursing his lips, and she felt helpless. So, she did the only thing that she could think of. She kissed him. Tightening her pelvic muscles she distracted him with her tongue, finding a small victory when she felt his cock twitch in her depths. He wasn’t quite the stone wall he was pretending to be after all.

Rolling her hips more steadily against his, feeling him slide in just a bit deeper, tore a moan from both of them. His fingers tightened around her hips, nails digging into her smooth skin, and she could tell that they would leave a mark but she didn’t care. She was throbbing, stomach spasming in excitement, nipples taught as they brushed against him, sending the sensation straight to her core. She needed more.

Then Tony froze. Gibbs moaned behind him, the gentle rock of both their bodies letting her know that he had just slid fully into the other man, and she could feel a tremble of pain pass through his limbs.

“Just relax, Tony.” Ziva whispered, her lips barely leaving his. “And, let us do all of the work.”

He had just barely managed to nod before Gibbs thrust lazily into him, his squeak of surprise muffled by her mouth as they both began grinding against him at a leisurely pace. She felt so relieved to finally be moving freely, to feel the slickness of him as he rubbed against her tender flesh, the force of two men’s weight pushing into her made her want to weep with thanks.

A rhythm was quickly established, her toes curled as woodworked hands teased her breasts, and Tony went slack between them. Finally giving himself over to them, allowing himself to just feel, and let them take away the pain.

Gasps and grunts, heavy breathing, and desperation. Teeth scraping and tongues laving at bruise covered skin. Lips tasting the curve of her neck and the swell of her chest. Lust, need, and the circling of nimble fingers at the crease of her thighs.

Pleasure built slowly, steadily. Her back arched, stomach rubbing against his, ankle wrapped around the slope of Gibbs’ ass as his motions became strained and erratic. Muscles tightened, her entire body tensing, the tightly wound coil that had been wound somewhere inside her on the verge of snapping.

All of her nerves were in overdrive, feeling every touch, every nip, every caress. Her eyes had squeezed shut, heart pounding in her chest, lungs refusing to fill with air, somehow afraid that if she changed anything the slightest bit the crescendo of pleasure she’d felt would vanish forever and never come back.

Gibbs’ angle changed suddenly, his orgasm overtaking him, and she’d felt Tony shudder with each slap of their hips, slumping against her jerking unevenly, moaning her name into the side of her neck.

That’s all she needed.

With her head thrown back, a silent scream escaped her. Waves of pure ecstasy rolling over her as inner muscles milked and quivered around the man still buried deep inside of her. A pleasant flush spread through her, ripples still strong but slowing; powerful as lightening and as thick as molasses.

A hand wound its way tenderly into her hair, caressing and massaging as her body clung to every last sensation. Her vision swirled, going from a tint of black and red back to normal, her ears ringing as the oxygen that she needed finally seeped into her lungs.

Rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting the room in a pink and orange glow, as all three of them sagged lazily into the sheets beneath them, sated.

Tony was already dozing lightly, mumbling something inaudibly as Gibbs grudgingly pulled out of him and disposed of both of their used condoms in a nearby trash can. Rolling back over he tucked himself into the warm body next to him, and reached around to her, rubbing patterns into her bare skin as he let sleep claim him.

Ziva grinned contently and sighed, pulling the blankets over them again. Her eyes slipped shut once again, heavy with exhaustion and sex, and she was certain that they’d all sleep without interruption this time.

Maybe Tony would finally find the peace that he’d been searching for. They hadn’t done much, and she highly doubts that it would ever happen again, but at least he knows that they care about him, love him enough to do whatever it takes to bring him back to them.

End.