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Chapters:
2
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Company
TITLE: Company
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 2
FANDOM: NCIS
SHIP: Ziva / Tony
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Four I'm not sure.
UNIVERSE: As per cannon.
SYNOPSIS: Ziva would like some company and Tony provides it and more.
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. 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
CHAPTER ONE
Ziva's apartment, evening
She unlocked the door and went inside, kicking the door closed behind her. She had enjoyed her workout and the swim after it. She had pushed herself and now her muscles had that heated, well used feel. She put away her groceries and then locked away her sidearm for the weekend. She looked out the window to see the last rays of the sun disappear and the twilight of evening become night.
Another Friday night without plans. She sighed and loosened her hair and shook it out, rolling her neck to ease the little bit of tension in her neck. She unzipped the track top she had been wearing, leaving her in the tight crop top and track pants she had worked out in. She caught her reflection in the mirror as she made to return to the kitchen to make her dinner.
There didn't seem to be anything wrong with her. Loose, her dark, curly hair cascaded down around her face and over her shoulders and back. She smiled, showing her rows of straight white teeth between the cupid-bow of her lips. Her large dark eyes fit perfectly with her fine, well-defined features and button nose, that has been called cute on more than one occasion, her skin was smooth and unblemished, if a little tanned. The tight crop top accented her firm, pert breasts, they weren't large and no matter what her mother said, they weren't going to get any bigger unless she decided to put some money into getting them augmented. She snorted at the absurdity of the idea. They were in perfect proportion for her hard lean body though. She would have liked to have been taller too, but... She brushed her hand over her exposed belly feeling the flat curved ridges and the small valleys of her toned torso. The track pants were a little baggy, but she could still see the curved flare of her hip from her narrow waist. She pulled the pants tight and turned, looking over her shoulder at the reflection of her ass. She had a good ass, hell she had a great ass, high, tight and perfectly curved. She gave her butt a little pat, feeling a little better after her inspection.
She felt better, but also more introspective as she made her way to the kitchen. She was a fairly decent looking woman, but here she was, alone on a Friday night for the umpteenth time. She knew she could be a little intimidating and she wasn't the most feminine of woman, at least in her sensibilities, but she would have thought there might be some American men who would be into that kind of thing. She looked over at her mantle and the orange beanie perched on it between pictures of her mom and dad and the assorted nic-nacs she'd picked up from around the world. She knew it was true, but they just seemed impossible to find.
She turned on her stereo and started the CD in it letting the soft strains of classical music waft through her apartment. She made a quick pasta dish for one, which she unceremoniously ate over the sink with a glass of red wine. She toyed with the idea of calling Abby and finding out if the other woman might want to do something, but decided against it. The goth-girl was lovable, but if Ziva were honest with herself, Abby sometimes scared her a little and she didn't scare easily. Mcgee was off on a computer encryption seminar and wouldn't be back until Monday. She didn't even consider Gibbs or the Director and that left Tony. Anthony DiNozzo, her life was truly sad when she was considering him out of a desperate need for company. He wasn't a bad person and he did have a certain kind of charm and wasn't too hard on the eyes either, but... But, he just seemed to get under her skin and no matter how hard she tried, they always seemed to fight, no matter how childish the reason. That, was fun too, but it really wasn't very professional and very out of character for her, which is what bothered her the most.
With, a sigh, she resigned herself to another weekend on her own. She finished her meal and poured herself a second glass of wine. It was a hot, balmy summer night and the apartment was starting to grow uncomfortably warm. She switched the air conditioning on and frowned when she didn't hear the soft hum of the unit starting up. She flicked the switch off and on again without any result and then checked the settings, finding nothing wrong. She hung her head with a heavy sigh when she remembered the unit had conked out the week before and she had meant to have the super fix it, but she had been so busy and spent so little time at her apartment since then that she had completely forgotten. It was going to be a long night. She again thought about going out, but trolling the bar or club scenes on her own, held little appeal.
She turned up the music and grabbing the half-filled wine bottle headed for her bathroom. One of the reasons she had taken this particular apartment had been the large deep cast iron bathtub and she intended to use it to relax tonight. Humming along to Vivaldi's Four Seasons she kicked off her trainers. She hadn't worn sock when leaving the gym and the tiled floor was cool under her feet. Putting down the bottle and her glass, after filling it generously, within easy reach next to the tub she started the water running and stripped out of her clothes. She stopped when still in her top and panties and then went back into her living room and collected a couple of candles and a lighter. She placed them around the bathroom and then checked the progress of her bath. She ran her hand through the water, testing the temperature, finding it to her liking as well as being deep enough. She shut off the water and then added a bit of rose oil from a bottle she kept at the foot of the bath.
Still humming, she lit the candles and then turned off the lights, casting the room into a tapestry of shadow and soft yellow light. She stripped off the rest of her clothes and then stepped into the bath. The water slid across her skin in a warm caress as she lowered herself up to her neck in the rose scented liquid. She sighs as the gentle heat soaked into her body before she sank lower, dunking her head under the surface. She stayed there for a few moments enjoying the silence and the feeling of weightlessness of being submerged. She breaks the surface, letting out an explosive breath and wiped the water from her face and slicked back her wet hair. Her dark, wet hair is thick and soft between her back and the metal of the bathtub as she leans back and allowed her body to relax. She dangled her arm over the side and her hand finds the rim of her wine glass. She picked it up and brought it to her mouth to take a cool sip.
Sip by cool sip, she drained the glass of wine enjoying the simple pleasure of its flavor, her favorite classical music and the gentle, warm pressure of the water around her skin with her eyes closed. She settled the empty wine glass back on the floor and then just relaxed. She wonders what her friends were doing at that very moment, even Tony. "He's most probably off chasing tail at some bar." She thought, slightly annoyed for no apparent reason. She pushed thoughts of Anthony DiNozzo from her mind and just let's her thoughts drift and chase each other around as she lay comfortably soaking in her bath and feeling the accumulated tensions of a long, busy week leave her body.
The buzzer cuts through her relaxation like a jagged knife. She tried to ignore it, but whoever was at her door appeared to be quite persistent and with a frustrated growl she opened her eyes and stood up. She liked the feel of the water as it sheeted down her body in a lukewarm caress. The person at her door was not only persistent, but apparently impatient, pressing the buzzer at ever shorter intervals which endeared her even less to whoever that person might be. She dabbed herself with a fluffy towel not quite drying herself and slipped on her short silk robe before heading to answer the door. "Alright already!" she shouted at the door, still a few steps away from it, as another bout of prolonged buzzing started.
Her anger robs her of her usual caution and she yanks open the door, angry words hovering on her lips, not really caring who it was going to be their recipient only to find Tony leaning casually against her doorframe. He is casually dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans. The words die on her lips. "Hi Ziva. Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time?" he asked, flashing her one of his boyishly charming smiles. She gives him a withering look and turns without comment leaving the door open as an invitation for him to enter. She doesn't know why she does it, but she puts an extra little sway to her hips, knowing that Tony is most likely watching her ass. She hears him enter and then the door click softly shut and then lock.
"So what brings you to my door to ruin my bath?" she asks tossing the question over her shoulder. "You were in the bath? I thought maybe you had a swimming pool stashed away back there." he commented from right behind her, not really answering her question. She is a little startled by how close he was and by the feel of his fingers lightly touching her damp hair and her witty retort faltered. She turns and bumped directly into his chest. "Sorry." He murmurs as he wraps an arm around her to catch and steady her as she rebounds off him and she clutches at his shoulders to do the same. She regains her balance, but he doesn't remove his arm from around her and she looks up at him curiously. He has a strange, speculative look in his eye and hers widen as she feels him stir against her belly where she is lightly pressed against him. She tries to step back, but his strong arm doesn't budge.
"MOSAD most probably taught you a hundred different ways to get free of a situation like this, but do you really want to?" he queried, his voice low and serious. Ziva's mind raced, but her body seems to have already formulated an answer of its own as she feels the skin of her breasts tighten and her nipples swell and harden against the silk of her robe and her sex tensed against itself in a quick twitch of arousal at his proximity and the feel of his obvious interest bulging against her silk covered torso. She decides to follow her body's lead, finally admitting to herself the reason why she was always fighting with him and he with her. "A hundred and one actually." she replied softly, leaning back against the support of his arm, but in no way trying to break free of his embrace. He smiled and then lowered his lips to hers.
TO BE CONTINUED
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 2
FANDOM: NCIS
SHIP: Ziva / Tony
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Four I'm not sure.
UNIVERSE: As per cannon.
SYNOPSIS: Ziva would like some company and Tony provides it and more.
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. 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
CHAPTER ONE
Ziva's apartment, evening
She unlocked the door and went inside, kicking the door closed behind her. She had enjoyed her workout and the swim after it. She had pushed herself and now her muscles had that heated, well used feel. She put away her groceries and then locked away her sidearm for the weekend. She looked out the window to see the last rays of the sun disappear and the twilight of evening become night.
Another Friday night without plans. She sighed and loosened her hair and shook it out, rolling her neck to ease the little bit of tension in her neck. She unzipped the track top she had been wearing, leaving her in the tight crop top and track pants she had worked out in. She caught her reflection in the mirror as she made to return to the kitchen to make her dinner.
There didn't seem to be anything wrong with her. Loose, her dark, curly hair cascaded down around her face and over her shoulders and back. She smiled, showing her rows of straight white teeth between the cupid-bow of her lips. Her large dark eyes fit perfectly with her fine, well-defined features and button nose, that has been called cute on more than one occasion, her skin was smooth and unblemished, if a little tanned. The tight crop top accented her firm, pert breasts, they weren't large and no matter what her mother said, they weren't going to get any bigger unless she decided to put some money into getting them augmented. She snorted at the absurdity of the idea. They were in perfect proportion for her hard lean body though. She would have liked to have been taller too, but... She brushed her hand over her exposed belly feeling the flat curved ridges and the small valleys of her toned torso. The track pants were a little baggy, but she could still see the curved flare of her hip from her narrow waist. She pulled the pants tight and turned, looking over her shoulder at the reflection of her ass. She had a good ass, hell she had a great ass, high, tight and perfectly curved. She gave her butt a little pat, feeling a little better after her inspection.
She felt better, but also more introspective as she made her way to the kitchen. She was a fairly decent looking woman, but here she was, alone on a Friday night for the umpteenth time. She knew she could be a little intimidating and she wasn't the most feminine of woman, at least in her sensibilities, but she would have thought there might be some American men who would be into that kind of thing. She looked over at her mantle and the orange beanie perched on it between pictures of her mom and dad and the assorted nic-nacs she'd picked up from around the world. She knew it was true, but they just seemed impossible to find.
She turned on her stereo and started the CD in it letting the soft strains of classical music waft through her apartment. She made a quick pasta dish for one, which she unceremoniously ate over the sink with a glass of red wine. She toyed with the idea of calling Abby and finding out if the other woman might want to do something, but decided against it. The goth-girl was lovable, but if Ziva were honest with herself, Abby sometimes scared her a little and she didn't scare easily. Mcgee was off on a computer encryption seminar and wouldn't be back until Monday. She didn't even consider Gibbs or the Director and that left Tony. Anthony DiNozzo, her life was truly sad when she was considering him out of a desperate need for company. He wasn't a bad person and he did have a certain kind of charm and wasn't too hard on the eyes either, but... But, he just seemed to get under her skin and no matter how hard she tried, they always seemed to fight, no matter how childish the reason. That, was fun too, but it really wasn't very professional and very out of character for her, which is what bothered her the most.
With, a sigh, she resigned herself to another weekend on her own. She finished her meal and poured herself a second glass of wine. It was a hot, balmy summer night and the apartment was starting to grow uncomfortably warm. She switched the air conditioning on and frowned when she didn't hear the soft hum of the unit starting up. She flicked the switch off and on again without any result and then checked the settings, finding nothing wrong. She hung her head with a heavy sigh when she remembered the unit had conked out the week before and she had meant to have the super fix it, but she had been so busy and spent so little time at her apartment since then that she had completely forgotten. It was going to be a long night. She again thought about going out, but trolling the bar or club scenes on her own, held little appeal.
She turned up the music and grabbing the half-filled wine bottle headed for her bathroom. One of the reasons she had taken this particular apartment had been the large deep cast iron bathtub and she intended to use it to relax tonight. Humming along to Vivaldi's Four Seasons she kicked off her trainers. She hadn't worn sock when leaving the gym and the tiled floor was cool under her feet. Putting down the bottle and her glass, after filling it generously, within easy reach next to the tub she started the water running and stripped out of her clothes. She stopped when still in her top and panties and then went back into her living room and collected a couple of candles and a lighter. She placed them around the bathroom and then checked the progress of her bath. She ran her hand through the water, testing the temperature, finding it to her liking as well as being deep enough. She shut off the water and then added a bit of rose oil from a bottle she kept at the foot of the bath.
Still humming, she lit the candles and then turned off the lights, casting the room into a tapestry of shadow and soft yellow light. She stripped off the rest of her clothes and then stepped into the bath. The water slid across her skin in a warm caress as she lowered herself up to her neck in the rose scented liquid. She sighs as the gentle heat soaked into her body before she sank lower, dunking her head under the surface. She stayed there for a few moments enjoying the silence and the feeling of weightlessness of being submerged. She breaks the surface, letting out an explosive breath and wiped the water from her face and slicked back her wet hair. Her dark, wet hair is thick and soft between her back and the metal of the bathtub as she leans back and allowed her body to relax. She dangled her arm over the side and her hand finds the rim of her wine glass. She picked it up and brought it to her mouth to take a cool sip.
Sip by cool sip, she drained the glass of wine enjoying the simple pleasure of its flavor, her favorite classical music and the gentle, warm pressure of the water around her skin with her eyes closed. She settled the empty wine glass back on the floor and then just relaxed. She wonders what her friends were doing at that very moment, even Tony. "He's most probably off chasing tail at some bar." She thought, slightly annoyed for no apparent reason. She pushed thoughts of Anthony DiNozzo from her mind and just let's her thoughts drift and chase each other around as she lay comfortably soaking in her bath and feeling the accumulated tensions of a long, busy week leave her body.
The buzzer cuts through her relaxation like a jagged knife. She tried to ignore it, but whoever was at her door appeared to be quite persistent and with a frustrated growl she opened her eyes and stood up. She liked the feel of the water as it sheeted down her body in a lukewarm caress. The person at her door was not only persistent, but apparently impatient, pressing the buzzer at ever shorter intervals which endeared her even less to whoever that person might be. She dabbed herself with a fluffy towel not quite drying herself and slipped on her short silk robe before heading to answer the door. "Alright already!" she shouted at the door, still a few steps away from it, as another bout of prolonged buzzing started.
Her anger robs her of her usual caution and she yanks open the door, angry words hovering on her lips, not really caring who it was going to be their recipient only to find Tony leaning casually against her doorframe. He is casually dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans. The words die on her lips. "Hi Ziva. Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time?" he asked, flashing her one of his boyishly charming smiles. She gives him a withering look and turns without comment leaving the door open as an invitation for him to enter. She doesn't know why she does it, but she puts an extra little sway to her hips, knowing that Tony is most likely watching her ass. She hears him enter and then the door click softly shut and then lock.
"So what brings you to my door to ruin my bath?" she asks tossing the question over her shoulder. "You were in the bath? I thought maybe you had a swimming pool stashed away back there." he commented from right behind her, not really answering her question. She is a little startled by how close he was and by the feel of his fingers lightly touching her damp hair and her witty retort faltered. She turns and bumped directly into his chest. "Sorry." He murmurs as he wraps an arm around her to catch and steady her as she rebounds off him and she clutches at his shoulders to do the same. She regains her balance, but he doesn't remove his arm from around her and she looks up at him curiously. He has a strange, speculative look in his eye and hers widen as she feels him stir against her belly where she is lightly pressed against him. She tries to step back, but his strong arm doesn't budge.
"MOSAD most probably taught you a hundred different ways to get free of a situation like this, but do you really want to?" he queried, his voice low and serious. Ziva's mind raced, but her body seems to have already formulated an answer of its own as she feels the skin of her breasts tighten and her nipples swell and harden against the silk of her robe and her sex tensed against itself in a quick twitch of arousal at his proximity and the feel of his obvious interest bulging against her silk covered torso. She decides to follow her body's lead, finally admitting to herself the reason why she was always fighting with him and he with her. "A hundred and one actually." she replied softly, leaning back against the support of his arm, but in no way trying to break free of his embrace. He smiled and then lowered his lips to hers.
TO BE CONTINUED