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M through R › NCIS
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
7,096
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own NCIS, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Five
(5/7)
Ziva made her way toward the restrooms searching for Gibbs, the small patch of wet silk on her dress sticking annoyingly to her knee as she walked.
He was nowhere to be found.
She stopped near the little water fountain that was mounted to the wall, seriously pondering venturing into the men‘s room when someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into deserted hallway nearby.
A small yelp of surprise escaped her throat, and all she saw was a flash of gray hair as she was slammed into a wall and kissed brutally. Her heart was pounding in her chest, adrenaline running fast through her veins as her arousal hit her like a tsunami.
Gibbs drove a knee between her legs and ground their hips together, planting open mouthed kisses down the column of her neck when she broke away from his lips and released a throaty moan.
“Gibbs,” She gasped. “we shouldn’t- oh god… We shouldn‘t be doing this.”
Her jaw dropped open, lips forming a perfect ‘O’ as one of his hands came to rest above her head on the wall, the other on her ribs, his thumb gently grazing the underside of her breast before cupping it fully.
He brought his mouth back to hers not allowing her to think of Rule number 12 or any other reason why they shouldn’t be doing this, snaking his tongue forcefully past her lips; hopefully pushing any thought of stopping out of her mind.
Ziva groaned as his tongue dueled with her own. The large bulge of his groin pressed deliciously against her as she eagerly rolled her pelvis toward him in need.
Her whole body buzzed with pleasure.
She hadn’t felt this way in years. Sure, she’d had her fair share of sexual encounters, she wasn’t a prude, but she‘d missed the feeling of being totally dominated by someone. And, that’s what Gibbs was doing to her; forcing her to react to him. Something that had not necessarily surprised her, but had been a rather delightful development.
Thankfully after getting over the initial shock, her hands had finally found a life of their own, and were currently un-tucking his shirt from his pants; fingers raking over the heated skin on his back as soon as she had enough room to slip them underneath the material.
Gibbs moaned, kissing along her jaw and down her throat as he ran his palm over her thigh and pulled it up around his waist. Callused fingers swiped roughly along her leg, and she could swear they were leaving little reddened trails in their wake as they dipped closer to the swell of her ass with each pass.
Her head fell back, knocking clumsily into a picture frame as he crushed his hips desperately against hers, and she bit back a moan. His cock was hard and pulsing along her center, producing a tightened coil of pleasure inside of her. The jagged Wayne’s coating behind her dug painfully into her lower back was a distant thought even as it left deep marks that were certain to bruise, but somehow as he thrust against her, she couldn’t seem to find a reason to care.
Her eyes fluttered open as Gibbs’ lips caressed the valley between her breasts. His five o’clock shadow scraped teasingly across her sensitive skin, setting her nerves on fire. She watched helplessly as people walked by the mouth of the hallway, completely clueless as to what was going on just a few feet away.
It was exciting, knowing that they could get caught at any moment.
As if the universe had heard her thoughts, Gibbs jumped slightly and froze. Her gaze swung toward the disruption; a pimply faced teenage boy rolling a dish cart past them after slamming open the nearby kitchen door, only giving them the slightest glance like it was nothing out of the ordinary to see a couple there; hip to hip against the wall.
She wasn’t sure whether or not she wanted to kill or thank him.
Her skin took on a redish hue as they reluctantly pulled apart. His breath fanned warmly over her cheek as she lowered her leg down his hip, and was kissed tenderly.
“We’ve been gone quite a while, Gibbs.” Ziva panted, leaning her forehead against his.
“Uh-huh.”
She felt him nod in agreement before threading his fingers through her hair, meeting her mouth with his own as her head tipped back. He was gentle, sliding his lips slowly along hers like it was the last thing that he’d ever do.
He growled quietly as he broke away from her, taking a moment calm himself down. She took a deep breath and ran her hands up his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart against her skin as she pushed him gently away from her.
Gibbs looked up at her for the first time since they’d been together at the dinner table, his blue eyes shining brightly as a grin curved his mouth. “You think they’d miss us if we slipped out the back?”
To Be Continued…
Ziva made her way toward the restrooms searching for Gibbs, the small patch of wet silk on her dress sticking annoyingly to her knee as she walked.
He was nowhere to be found.
She stopped near the little water fountain that was mounted to the wall, seriously pondering venturing into the men‘s room when someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into deserted hallway nearby.
A small yelp of surprise escaped her throat, and all she saw was a flash of gray hair as she was slammed into a wall and kissed brutally. Her heart was pounding in her chest, adrenaline running fast through her veins as her arousal hit her like a tsunami.
Gibbs drove a knee between her legs and ground their hips together, planting open mouthed kisses down the column of her neck when she broke away from his lips and released a throaty moan.
“Gibbs,” She gasped. “we shouldn’t- oh god… We shouldn‘t be doing this.”
Her jaw dropped open, lips forming a perfect ‘O’ as one of his hands came to rest above her head on the wall, the other on her ribs, his thumb gently grazing the underside of her breast before cupping it fully.
He brought his mouth back to hers not allowing her to think of Rule number 12 or any other reason why they shouldn’t be doing this, snaking his tongue forcefully past her lips; hopefully pushing any thought of stopping out of her mind.
Ziva groaned as his tongue dueled with her own. The large bulge of his groin pressed deliciously against her as she eagerly rolled her pelvis toward him in need.
Her whole body buzzed with pleasure.
She hadn’t felt this way in years. Sure, she’d had her fair share of sexual encounters, she wasn’t a prude, but she‘d missed the feeling of being totally dominated by someone. And, that’s what Gibbs was doing to her; forcing her to react to him. Something that had not necessarily surprised her, but had been a rather delightful development.
Thankfully after getting over the initial shock, her hands had finally found a life of their own, and were currently un-tucking his shirt from his pants; fingers raking over the heated skin on his back as soon as she had enough room to slip them underneath the material.
Gibbs moaned, kissing along her jaw and down her throat as he ran his palm over her thigh and pulled it up around his waist. Callused fingers swiped roughly along her leg, and she could swear they were leaving little reddened trails in their wake as they dipped closer to the swell of her ass with each pass.
Her head fell back, knocking clumsily into a picture frame as he crushed his hips desperately against hers, and she bit back a moan. His cock was hard and pulsing along her center, producing a tightened coil of pleasure inside of her. The jagged Wayne’s coating behind her dug painfully into her lower back was a distant thought even as it left deep marks that were certain to bruise, but somehow as he thrust against her, she couldn’t seem to find a reason to care.
Her eyes fluttered open as Gibbs’ lips caressed the valley between her breasts. His five o’clock shadow scraped teasingly across her sensitive skin, setting her nerves on fire. She watched helplessly as people walked by the mouth of the hallway, completely clueless as to what was going on just a few feet away.
It was exciting, knowing that they could get caught at any moment.
As if the universe had heard her thoughts, Gibbs jumped slightly and froze. Her gaze swung toward the disruption; a pimply faced teenage boy rolling a dish cart past them after slamming open the nearby kitchen door, only giving them the slightest glance like it was nothing out of the ordinary to see a couple there; hip to hip against the wall.
She wasn’t sure whether or not she wanted to kill or thank him.
Her skin took on a redish hue as they reluctantly pulled apart. His breath fanned warmly over her cheek as she lowered her leg down his hip, and was kissed tenderly.
“We’ve been gone quite a while, Gibbs.” Ziva panted, leaning her forehead against his.
“Uh-huh.”
She felt him nod in agreement before threading his fingers through her hair, meeting her mouth with his own as her head tipped back. He was gentle, sliding his lips slowly along hers like it was the last thing that he’d ever do.
He growled quietly as he broke away from her, taking a moment calm himself down. She took a deep breath and ran her hands up his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart against her skin as she pushed him gently away from her.
Gibbs looked up at her for the first time since they’d been together at the dinner table, his blue eyes shining brightly as a grin curved his mouth. “You think they’d miss us if we slipped out the back?”
To Be Continued…