Title: Na le'hakeer et marat Cooper
Summary: Gibbs and Ziva have been dreaming of one another. What happens when they're forced to play husband and wife?
Disclaimer: The characters herein belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: This is my first multi chapter NCIS fic so please bear with me. This has no particular time from but Jenny is still the Director.
Ziva struggled to fit her key into the door of her apartment as his strong hands clamped tightly to her waist and his lips massaged the back of her neck, subconsciously she tilted her head to the side allowing him easier access, gasping slightly as she felt him gently such at her skin.
Finally fitting the key into the lock she pushed the door open, reaching down to grab his hand she pulled him through the door behind her, turning around and kicking the door shut as she felt him pull her hair from the knot it occupied on the top of her head. Smiling she shook her hair out, feeling incredibly satisfied at the look of lust that darkened his eyes.
He stepped towards her again, swiftly pushing her jacket from her shoulders and pulling her to him. his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tight against him as he leaned down, closing the gap between his mouth and hers, kissing her roughly as he moved his hands down to the top of her thighs and easily lifted her.
She wrapped her legs tightly around him and leaned back from the kiss, her hands grasping his shoulders and allowing him easy access to the tops of her breasts that were visible over the deep scoop of her vest top. He planted kisses across her bare skin as the pair of them blindly made their way through her apartment to the bedroom.
He gently placed her on the bed and smiled as she quickly scuttled back into the middle of the bed and smiled up at him as he climbed onto the bed, moving forwards and straddling her legs.
She moaned as she felt his calloused hands slide underneath the dark material of her vest top and brush across her smooth skin. Lifting her body from the bed she allowed him to gently lift the top over her head and smiled at his obvious surprise at the black lace bra that lay beneath.
Lowering his head he kissed her breasts through the lace. She heard a gasp escape from her mouth as his lips closed around her nipple, gently tugging at it through the material before he reached around her and deftly unhooked it. He slid it slowly first from one shoulder and then the other, his lips pressing into the hollow above her collar bone, his tongue gently tracing along the line of her bone.
Sighing happily she slid her hand under his chin and gently pulled him upwards, pressing her lips to his, her tongue sliding against his as she took her turn to run her hands beneath his shirt, her fingers splaying out across his muscled back, her short nails digging into his flesh as she felt his lips travel along her jaw line to the sensitive spot just below her earlobe.
Pulling away slightly she slid his t shirt over his head and allowed her lips to fall to his toned chest. Pushing him back against the bed she slid her leg over his waist and traced the defined outlines of his muscles with her lips before following the slight trail of hair from his belly button to the waistband of his jeans.
She looked up at him, lust now visible in her own eyes as her fingers swiftly undid his belt, pulling it from the loops in one swift movement. Her nimble fingers made light work of his button and fly, smiling as he lifted his hips from the bed, making it easy for her to pull them down, throwing them to the side she leaned forward again, her hands firmly against his chest as she kissed him, allowing him to roll them back over so she was once again beneath him. his hands moved quickly to hold his weight on either side of her body as he kissed her before transferring his weight to his legs as moved down her body, and unzipping her fly, before watching appreciatively as she wriggled out of her pants, leaving herself dressed simply in her matching panties.
She watched him as his eyes slowly took the whole of her in, smiling as his eyes finally met hers. She raised a single finger and beckoned him back towards her, seductively licking her lips as he moved towards her, her eyes closing as his lips met hers once again, her hand snaked up around his neck, sliding into his hair and holding him in place as her tongue battled his for dominance in the kiss. Gasping for breath as they separated she watched through heavily lidded his as he moved back down her body once more, his lips placing gentle, fluttering kisses across the inside of her thighs. She felt the muscles in her stomach muscle flutter as her arousal grew at his movements. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he continued to lavish his attention across her inner thighs, avoiding the area she wanted him most of all. Finally he gave in as a ragged please escaped from her lips, and allowed his lips to brush across the fine black lace. He smirked to himself as a moan rumbled in the back of her throat and swept his tongue across her, pressing slightly deeper but the lace still acting as a barrier between him and her. Her hips bucked involuntarily once again at this increased touch and his nose grazed against her overly sensitive clitoris causing her to jolt upright and scream his name.
Ziva sat shocked, staring at her hands as they smoothed the duvet covering her legs. She had been having these dreams for weeks now; slowly they had become more explicit in their nature. This however was the first time she had recalled the identity of her lover after she had woken.
This was a fact that concerned her; it had not escaped her attention that her boss was an attractive man. The former marine had maintained his physique during his time at NCIS, and his eyes still startled her every time he looked directly at her. Even after three years of working in such close proximity to him she still couldn't get over the blueness of them, the way they twinkled on the rare occasions he smiled; even his infamous glare had the ability to make her stomach dip in anticipation. Consciously she had pushed this all to the back of her mind. Developing feelings for your boss was inappropriate and inexcusable as far as she was concerned and fortunately she was skilled at compartmentalising. Unfortunately for her it seemed her subconscious disagreed.
Her thoughts were interrupted as her cell rang, rolling onto her front she grabbed it from her nightstand, flipping it open and identifying herself to the caller. She patiently listened as the voice explained what was required of her before responding, "Of course Director. I'll be right in."