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By the time the weekend came to an end and Sunday night rolled around, Abby and Ziva had made love many more times…and on many different surfaces in Abby's apartment.


Abby had noticed the very first time she met Ziva that she was a very dominant person. She exuded confidence and attitude. Those were a few of the things that had attracted her to Ziva in the first place; those were the things that she found so damn irresistible about Ziva…to mention a few. So over the past few months, when Abby had realized that almost every single one of her fantasies had started revolving around the intriguing Israeli, she imagined Ziva to be nothing less than a dominant, confident and extremely passionate lover. Now that she had had the pleasure of experiencing the real thing…multiple times... she was definitely not disappointed. She couldn't get enough of Ziva.


Not that Ziva would ever admit it, but Abby had become the star of her masturbatory material ever since the first time that she had met the beautiful, dark haired, slightly eccentric forensic scientist; Even if Abby did hate her at the time. But none of that mattered anymore, because the moment that Abby's tongue swiped her cunt, her lips wrapped around her clit and her fingers slid deep inside, Ziva became pretty damn sure that Abby no longer held that hatred for her. For the first time in a long time, Ziva felt safe…and loved. She felt like she was where she was supposed to be; like she was home.


"What are we going to do about work tomorrow Abby?" Ziva questioned.

Abby was quiet for a moment before she spoke carefully. She had to know where this was heading before she could even begin thinking about how things should or would pan out at work.

"What is this Ziva? I mean is this a one off for you, or do you want something more?"

Ziva looked down at her hands as she spoke.

"I want more Abby… I have never really had anything real. I want that. I want a relationship, not just sex, for a change. I want to care and have someone care in return." She said quietly. When Abby did not respond, Ziva looked up to find the other woman with tears in her eyes.

"What is wrong Abby?"

"Me too." Abby said suddenly, as if it explained everything.


"I want the same thing as you; I want to give it a go, so to speak. I care about you Ziva…and I haven't felt anything like this, well, since…Kate. I want more than just sex and a fling with you. I want you...all of you, good and bad… I want all of you." She finished meekly.

Ziva smiled brightly before leaning over and kissing her softly on the lips.

Once Ziva had pulled back and they were once again looking at each other, Abby spoke.

"So… about work; what do you want to do?"

Ziva pondered the question before answering.

"Abby…I am a lesbian, and I have known that for a very long time, but you are the first person that I have actually ever spoken the words to. When I was in Mossad, it could have gotten me killed. I learned to keep the fact that I like women, to myself. I was very secretive in my dalliances. So, I do not know what I want to do about work. I am not embarrassed, nor am I ashamed, but I am well aware that us being together could, and most likely would, have ramifications at work. I do not want you to get hurt Abigail. Being with me could cause problems for you…" she trailed off.

Abby took Ziva's hands in her own.

"Don't worry about me Ziva. I'm a big girl, I'll be fine. Besides, everyone, or at least everyone that matters, knows full well that I'm just as likely to be with a woman as I am a man… And as for work, we don't have to tell anyone if you don't want to. We can carry on just like normal. If people find out, then they find out, it doesn't matter. I want to be with you and I don't care if people know about that." Abby finished.

"Thank you Abby…" Ziva said as she scooted closer to Abby on the couch and wrapped her arms around her.

"I want this to work Abby. I want it so much. I have wanted you for a long time." Ziva told her.

Abby looked into her brown eyes before moving her lips close to Ziva's ear.

"You have me Ziva…you have me."