On Target

TITLE: On Target

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: NCIS

SHIP: Ziva / Tony

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, maybe?.

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

SYNOPSIS: This is a companion piece to "Company". Tony and Ziva try keeping their fledgling relationship a secret while still finding it hard to keep their hands off each other.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own NCIS. 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

Ziva focused on the paper target at the far end of the range, steadied herself and squeezed off a round, exhaling as she did. She liked the mixture of tension and relaxation she had to balance when firing a weapon, she adjusted slightly and fired again, letting her body absorb the recoil without shifting her aim. Her vision was narrowed on her target, but she knew when he stepped behind her, feeling his solid presence and catching the faint whiff of his cologne, even over the smell of cordite and gunpowder. She breathed out slowly and rapidly emptied the clip into the target. She expelled the empty clip into her hand and placed it on the countertop in front of her, cocked the pistol to make sure the chamber was empty and flicked on the safety before she put the gun down and took off the earmuffs she was wearing.

Strong hands slid under her arms and casually cupped and started to caress her breasts through her t-shirt. "What do you think you are doing, Agent DiNozzo?" she asked. "I believe the technical term is fondling, Agent David." He answered softly, his lips next to her ear, his breath hot on her neck. "I have been led to understand that, that is inappropriate workplace touching." She informed him. "Would you like me to stop?" he queried, deliberately tweaking her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "God, no." she answered breathily, letting some of her weight drop back against him and letting her head loll back onto his shoulder as he paid firmer attention to her breasts.

She shifted her head to the side and he craned his neck until they could find each other's lips and kissed hungrily, if awkwardly. They sucked and nipped at each other's lips before letting their tongues fence and wrestle. She ground her buttocks back into him, feeling the bulge of his throbbing erection between the crack of her ass through the material of their pants. His lips moved away from hers and he nuzzled at her neck. She reached back and around him, clutching at his ass as they ground together. "I hope you're happy to see me and that isn't your firearm I'm rubbing up against, Tony. That, could end badly." She suggested. "No, Ziva, I didn't bring my gun. I am just really, really happy to see you." He explained. "You didn't bring your firearm? It's a firing range. How is that going to help our cover story?" she asked. "Ahhh, Ziva, ever the spy. If someone walked in on us, I doubt me having a gun would help the explanation, unless you wanted to yell rape or I was supposed to shoot the person who found us." He countered.

His right hand left her breast and slid down her stomach and deftly unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her cargo pants to give himself the access he needed to cup her crotch and slide his fingers back and forth over her cotton covered sex. She groaned, torn between pressing back against his erection or forward into his hand as her snatched clenched and flexed and she felt herself growing wet "Guess you have a point, but it's the principle of it." She continued adamantly. "Fine. Next time I'll bring my gun. Damn you smell good." He told her, with an unexpected segue way as he inhaled heavily against the skin of her neck. "Next time?" she queried with a raised eyebrow, even as she undulated against his fingers which had now worked their way into her panties and were sliding through her slippery folds and apply warm pressure on her clit with sparks of pleasure. "This place is almost perfect. It's completely deserted after eight during the week." He informed her.

"We could just go back to your place or mine, you know, Tony." She suggested. "Sure, but where's the fun and adventure in that?" he argued, relinquishing his hold on her breast long enough to reach under the hem of her t-shirt and sliding his hand up along the taut, curved ridges and shallow valleys of her hard torso and to cup her firm, smooth, globe without the barrier between their skin. She was glad she had removed her brassier before coming down to the range. "We're eventually going to get caught, you know." She stated before pinning her lip behind her teeth and letting her breath hiss out as he tweaked, rolled and squeezed her swollen, hard, sensitive nipple, radiating sharp darts of delight into her chest. She fondled his buttocks, testing the firm globes in her hands as he curled his fingers inside her and began to caress her most intimate flesh. Her skin was taking on the warm tingly sensation of heavy arousal as she spread her legs further to give him greater access and let more of her weight rest against his warm, solid form. "Eventually." He agreed, licking and nipping at her earlobe as he began to rock his hips, humping the crack of her ass.

Ziva surrendered to him, letting him explore her, until she was sighing and her breath shuddered in and out of her lungs. His deft fingers had her climax well on its way to fruition and she made a sound of displeasure when he withdrew them. "Get you pants down." Tony commanded against the shell of her ear, nipping at her earlobe in emphasis as he created the necessary separation between them to unbuckle his belt and unbutton and unzip his trousers. "We're so going to get caught." She muttered, but pushed her cargo pants off her hips to slide down her thighs and then her panties, feeling them cling damply to her moist folds for a moment before coming free. She carefully slid her firearm and her earmuffs to one side, giving her the space to lean over the counter and spread her legs as far as she could.

His hands applied warm pressure to the globes of her buttocks and she groaned softly, pressing back into his grasp as his strong fingers massaged her firm flesh. His hand slid to her hip and then she felt him rub the velvety tip of his pointed dick head through her slippery, silken folds deliberately passing her entrance several times before he guided himself against it. She braced herself as his other hand grasped her hips as well. He leaned over her, his lips next to her ear. "By the way, nice smiley face, but did you have to do it over his crotch." He commented on the pattern she'd shot into the target and all she could do was draw in a sharp breath and then let it out on a drawn out groan as he thrust into her. Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter and she let her eyes flutter closed as he entered her. She dropped her head as she pushed back, impaling herself on him, feeling his length fill her and his girth stretch her as he forged a fiery path of delicious friction into her intimate core.

They rocked slowly, back and forth once his pelvis met her ass cheeks while she adjusted to his filling penetration. She heard him sigh above her. "I'm never quite ready for how great that feels." He admitted as he ground into her, his hand rhythmically massaging the smooth skin and firm flesh of the curve of her hips. "That does feel really good." She moaned. He started to move inside, slow, medium strokes, his hands guiding her to match his pace as she rolled her hips in tight little circles. "Well, I was happy to see you too." She finally explained, groaning and grinding back as he buried himself deep and ground against her.

He let his hands slide up under her t-shirt to cup her breasts as they started to move again, coordinating so that he slid in and almost complete out of her snug channel as she moved against his powerful thrusts. She let out soft little moans and cries of enjoyment on panted breaths as they strained together and she felt her climax building with each surge of friction sending energy to increase the sweet tension growing inside her. "Oh... Tony... That's good. Just like that. Don't stop." She encouraged. She could see the smile and smug grin on his face in her minds eye as she surrendered to the pleasure and gave him credit it for it. "Wipe that grin off your face." She warned him and he laughed, deep and rich with amusement.

"Just how open minded are you?" he asked, his breathe hot against her ear, his voice low and seductive as he slowed their pace again. "Tony, I'm sex with you... and at a firing range in a federal building. What do you think? And, what are you thinking?" She responded suspiciously, pressing back and down on him, wanting him to resume his previous pace as she was quite close to release.

"Welllll..." he started, circling his hips and grinding into her while his nimble fingers pinched, rolled and flicked her nipples sending flares of pleasure into her and making it difficult for her to try and guess what he intended to suggest. "I just happened to notice you have an extra clip and I was wondering if you've ever fire your weapon while, say, someone was... inside you." He expressed his thoughts. "Tony!?!" she responded in scandalized shock. "Think about it." He suggested his tone an insidious, honeyed purr against the shell of her ear.

Ziva groaned. It was ridiculous and she would not do it, but... She felt herself clench and flood hotly around him as the idea played across her mind with exciting effect. He did that thing where he squeezed her breasts and pulled at her nipples at the same time that made her breath catch and her fingers splay out and then flex along the wooden surface of the counter. "Put on you earmuffs." She commanded in a tight voice and heard him chuckle. He made to take his hands from her breasts and do as she had instructed, but he stopped when she made a sound of displeasure and clutched his hands through her t-shirt. "Keep them there." She instructed. "Do make up your mind. Not that I'm complaining, I love the feel of your breasts, but my earmuffs won't put themselves on." He commented. She didn't reply, but simply reached back and after a little searching found the headgear he had lowered around his neck and pulled it back into place. "Guess that'll work too." He noted and she lightly tapped his cheek before she grabbed her own protective gear and settled them in place. He had to shift in order for her to straighten up and they both groaned at the new angle he rocked at inside her.

Tony rested his chin on her shoulder; unable to put his head closed to hers because of the headgear they wore. She settled back against him and he molded himself against her back and buttocks and they continued to rock their hips back and forth. She slid on her protective glasses, the world taking on a slightly yellowish tint before forcing herself to calm and steady her breathing as she slid the full clip into place. She let out a soft grunt, her eyes half-closing and her teeth pressing into her lower lip as he thrust harder into her at the same moment the clip clicked into place.

She turned her head and gave him a sharp look, which he returned with an impudent wink. "This will not end well. " She muttered more out of annoyance at Tony's flippancy and the fact that she couldn't keep the smile it caused from quirking her lips, than any real sense of foreboding. Ziva raised her arms and took aim, but found that with Tony there, inside her and her arousal and excitement at the kinkiness of the situation, as well as her nearness to climax, she simply couldn't find the calm or peace she had earlier had when preparing to fire her weapon.

She actually trembled slightly and then she squeezed the trigger. A cry sprang from her mouth to mingle with the echo of the gunshot as she shifted back against him, allowing him to absorb some of the recoil. Her sex tensed around him, a quick, hard squeeze and his hands squeezed her breasts at the same time, making her eyes widen and she wondered if the vibration of his lips on the skin of her shoulder was a grunt or a groan. It felt strange, yet exhilarating and oh so good an even better when he ground up into her.

Ziva sighted down the barrel again, but didn't really aim; just making sure that the firearm was at least pointed at the target as she squeezed off round after round in quick succession. She felt alive and powerful, strangely connected to the explosive discharge, it's energy feeding her own, and each time she fired he would drive through her clenching sex with hot friction and an intense jolt of pleasure. Those jolts stacked up and overlapped, merging and finally building into an electric shock. She was glad there was no one else at the firing range because even with her precautions she wasn't sure of the last few rounds because her climax was already storming through her, a louder cry matching the last gunshot before the gun dry fired.

She felt his teeth test the skin of her shoulder and his chest rumble against her back as her sex locked around him even as he humped against her ass. She felt him expand and pulse, mixing the liquid heat of his seed with her own flood of release. She shuddered as her muscles tensed and relaxed, rippling her sex around him. Her firearm suddenly felt as if it weighed a ton while her senses swirled with the delectable waves of her climax. Yet, years of ingrained training would not be denied, not even by the all consuming enjoyment and ecstasy that coursed through her. She expelled the now-empty clip cocked the slide, making sure that the chamber was indeed empty before she clicked the safety in place. Her hands trembled throughout and she nearly dropped the clip, but she finally managed to lay it and the weapon down.

Ziva released a breath she didn't know she had been holding and surrendered to her climax, letting her weight rest back against the solid support of Tony's body, feeling the last few shudders of his orgasm. She closed her eyes and rested her head back on his shoulder as her own tremors subsided and the last sweet tension in her core seeped away. She let out a soft groan when his hands left her breasts, the material of her t-shirt feeling hot and scratchy against her over-sensitized nipples and skin. He swept her headgear off and dropped it and her shooting glasses on the counter in front of her. She assumed he did the same with his, as he was now able to nuzzle at her neck as his arms wrapped around her and cradled and hugged her to him.

His breath tickled her skin while his sucking lips and swirling tongue made it tingle. She felt him start to shrink and clenched herself around him, feeling an echo of her climax radiate through her core. But, nature would not be denied and eventually he slipped free with a heavy groan. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair with a sigh. "Well, that was different. Makes you wonder why people don't fire guns while having sex more often." He whispered into her ear and she could not hold down the clear, musical peel of laughter that bubbled out of her throat and into the quiet firing range.

Ziva had to get her mirth under control before she could respond. "Different? That was amazing and unexpected and intense and very, very stimulating." She informed him, a bright smile plastered on her lips, as she craned her neck and tilted her head until she cold find his lips. " I noticed. I thought you were going to crush me a couple of time there." He noted. He relaxed his hold and she turned in his arm to face him allowing them to deepen their kiss, her arms snaking around his neck as their tongues tangoed. She broke the kiss reluctantly, having to restrain his head as his lips followed hers when she moved away and she felt him, still wet with her juiced start to once again harden and stir against her hip.

"We've pushed our luck far enough, Tony. I think it's time we pull our pants up and get out of here." She suggested reasonably, yet she knew that if he lifted her up onto the counter and started all over again she would have been nearly powerless and without the will to stop him. She could see the speculation in his eyes along with the strange mixture of passion, lust, love and affection he now almost always had when looking at her whenever they were alone. "It's been a long day and I could use a shower and someone to help wash my back." She offered as an alternative, feeling their combined juices trickling slowly out onto her folds.

Tony tilted his head slightly and without saying a word dropped to his knees in front of her. Ziva closed her eyes, as she felt his breath on her crotch, her sex twitching in unconscious response. She heard him inhale heavily and then he was slowly sliding her panties back into place followed by her cargo pants. He rose. "We only have so much luck, after all. Let's get out of here... I'll even wash your front too." He explained with a wry smile as he dealt with his own pants and she smiled back.

THE END