LMOM08 :: Day 13 :: "Getting the Point" [NCIS, Abby/Ziva, NC17] for jaina47

May 13, 2008 18:00

Title: Getting the Point
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Author’s Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Pairing: Abby/Ziva
Rating: NC17
Date: 22 May 2008
Word Count: 826
Written for: AJ's Lusty Month of May 2008
Recipient: jaina47
Prompt: Abby gets tired of waiting for Ziva to catch a hint and makes a move
Summary: Ziva learns just how straightforward Abby can be.
Warning: Established lesbian couple. Don't like it? Don't read it.

Disclaimer: "NCIS: Naval Criminal Investigative Services," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Belisarius Productions, Paramount Network Television Productions, Paramount Television, and CBS Television. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with " NCIS: Naval Criminal Investigative Services," CBS, or any representatives of Pauley Perrette or Cote de Pablo.

Author's Notes: This one was very fun to write. I had the idea almost instantly as I sat down to write it. And it just flowed…and wow, Abby's a devious little bitch when she wants to be! *heh*

Dedication: My muses, for always being there when I need them…

Beta: shatterpath, as usual

"Getting the Point"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter

"Abby?"

The lab is noisier than usual, but I can't find its mistress anywhere. Gibbs told me to come down here, that she had information for me on the case. But now I find myself alone. This isn't something I'm comfortable with. All of this equipment terrifies me for some strange reason I've never been able to understand.

There's an envelope bearing my name near the dual computers at the heart of Abby's domain. Curiosity gets the better of me and I make my way to pick up the envelope.

Meet me in my office when you get this. Don't tell anyone, and don't turn off the music. Your silence is of the utmost importance. -A

Letter still held in my hand, I head toward the glass-walled office to find another note taped to the door. This one beckons me to come in and make myself at home at her desk, and that she has had to step out for a moment.

Settling into her chair, I decide to wait until she comes back. I set the letter on the desk and sigh heavily. I'm not into this racket Abby calls music, but I will abide by her rules and leave it on. I bite back a sigh and rest my head in my hands. Closing my eyes for a moment, I allow myself two slow, deep breaths before opening them again to see my name written repeatedly on the paper resting there. I can admit to my own nosiness as I scan the paper more thoroughly.

Oh… Oh my…

Dear Diary,

I don't know what I'm gonna do about the dream I had last night. It was the most incredibly different thing I've ever dreamed. And Ziva was in it. Oh man, was Ziva ever in it!

I'm in my lab, music playing loudly, like I like it. Just working on evidence. Nothing super important, but time's kinda of the essence, you know?

And then there are these hands on my waist. And this body pressed up against me. It's kinda hot and kinda scary, all rolled into one.

"Don't move, Abby," the voice says. And I realize it's Ziva. "Just stay right where you are. Hands on the counter."

Of course, I do as she asks. Her hands move around my waist to rest against the buckle of my belt, which presses her body even closer to mine. "Um, Ziva?"

"No, no, not a word," she murmurs and nips at my shoulder. "Do you know how long I've waited for you to make a move?" I shake my head, shiver running down my spine at that bite. "Months, years even. But you never seem to get the message."

"I'm sorry?" I reply, forgetting that I'm not supposed to talk.

She bites down harder on the tendon at the side of my neck. "I said no talking, Abby. Don't make me have to punish you for disobeying me."

The sound of her voice, so powerful, makes me weak in the knees. And don't get me started on the biting. I just nod jerkily and whimper when she continues to nibble along my neck. Ziva continues to talk to me, but I swear she's not speaking English anymore. I don't know what language it is, but it's not English, and it's fucking hot!

As she's talking, Ziva's hands are constantly on the move: stroking my sides and hips, teasing my nipples through my t-shirt, sliding up under my skirt to ghost over my panties. It's driving me nuts. But I stay quiet like she's told me to.

And when her fingers slip into my panties to tease at my clit? Okay, I moan her name then; I can't help myself. But I don't make another sound until she wrings the orgasm outta me. And then she kisses the side of my neck one more time and walks away, whispering, "Until next time, Abigail."

And then she's just gone. And I'm so damned glad she made me grip the counter, because otherwise I'd be flat on my ass right now.

"Like what you're reading, Ziva?"

The sound of Abby's voice in my ear has me nearly jumping out of the chair. My face is flushed, both from what I've read and being caught reading it. And how did I miss her sneaking up on me? I'm better than that.

"I-- I'm sorry, Abby," I stammer. "I didn't mean to, but I saw my name, and you'd already left me two notes."

She chuckles darkly and I can feel her tongue tracing the rim of my ear. "That was the intention, Ziva," she purrs, hands stroking down my back and arms. "Did you get any ideas from what you read?"

My eyes narrow slightly as I realize what Abby's done. But I'm not angry. Well, not at her. I shift slightly to face her, letting my own curiosity and growing arousal show in my eyes. "Yes, I have."

fanfic :: ncis, lmom08

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