Control (1/?)
Title: Control
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abby/Ziva
Spoilers: none
Summary: Control. It's what they have in common.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Donald P. Bellisario, Bellisarius Productions, CBS, Paramount, etc. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note: Please feed the bard! I welcome any and all constructive criticism, praise, props, etc.
Control. It’s what they have in common. Ziva needs to have it and Abby needs to give it. Abby recognized it the instant they met. She knew the other woman saw it too judging by the cocky, knowing look in her smoldering brown eyes. It irked the scientist that this complete stranger could see right through her. It was unnerving enough that it made her rebel against the magnetic pull she felt toward Ziva. Instead of giving in, she shut the agent out coldly.
What she didn’t count on, couldn’t have known, was that Ziva didn’t mind the challenge. It only made her that much more determined. She took Abby’s distance and bitterness in stride; allowing the stubborn woman to test her, learn her. She stuck close, making sure there was no question of her intentions and never allowing Abby a chance to forget her presence.
Slowly, oh so slowly, Abby’s defenses weakened. It became harder and harder for her to deny the need burning so dangerously within her. She felt each and every pass of Ziva’s dark eyes on her skin as plainly as if she were actually stroking her. She was completely driven to distraction at the sight of the other woman’s tanned and slightly calloused hands. Each deliberate move of those long slender fingers hinted at the exquisite pleasure they would surely bring her if given the chance. Her voice broke and rasped even more than usual when the agent was nearby, her throat constricted and threatening to betray her feelings with a telltale moan. When she actually managed to get away from her lab and go home for the night, thoughts of Ziva haunted even her dreams.
She was distracted, that much was certain. But she was at work so she had to force herself to concentrate as she piped chemical samples into tiny vials and loaded them into the mass spectrometer. Once she turned back to the security video footage she was supposed to be reviewing, her concentration slipped away. Her mind wandered instead to the woman who’d thrown her so off balance.
“What are you thinking about?” Abby jumped in surprise at the low whisper that tickled against her ear. She brought her hand up to press against her now racing heart and swiveled around to regard her visitor. She leveled an angry glare at Ziva, who simply raised her eyebrows and spoke again. “I did not mean to frighten you. I was simply curious as to what has you so distracted lately.”
“I’m NOT distracted.” Abby’s eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched angrily.
“Yes you are.” Ziva took a step closer to Abby’s chair and leaned down closer to her eye level. “You know, I usually find that the best way to get rid of a distraction is to talk about it.”
“You may be right, Officer David. But since I’m not distracted, there’s nothing to talk about. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to get back to my footage. Unless you’ve brought me some new evidence, that is. Do you have something new for me?”
“Evidence? No, nothing new on the case.” Ziva stared into Abby’s eyes meaningfully.
Abby refused to let the agent bait her. “Well if that’s all…” She looked pointedly at Ziva then cut her eyes to the doorway before spinning back around to face the computer screen.
“And if it’s not?” Ziva grasped the arm of the chair and swiveled it back again.
“Well then-“ Abby’s reply was cut short when Ziva surged forward and claimed her lips in a fierce kiss. Abby froze in surprise for a brief second before returning the kiss just as fiercely. Their tongues engaged in a heated duel for dominance. Not willing to break the kiss, Ziva lifted Abby easily from the chair so that they were both standing. Abby instantly snaked her arms around Ziva’s back and pressed closer. She moaned into the kiss when she felt warm insistent hands against her hips, guiding her slowly backward until she felt the rough brick wall at her back. Then those hands were on her cheeks, cupping her face possessively as the kiss grew ever deeper.
Abby meant to push her away. She really did. But there was heat and promise and… something else in Ziva’s embrace. Something she couldn’t identify, but that made her shiver in awareness. She couldn’t fight it anymore. Now that the dark sexy woman was upon her, there was no turning back. She wanted this, needed this. And then suddenly there was nothing. Abby’s eyes fell open in shock and confusion.
Ziva stood a good distance away, looking up at the microscope slide displayed on the plasma. She did not turn her head, only whispered, “Not alone.” As if on cue, the elevator chimed and the doors slid open.
Abby shook her head to clear it and pushed herself off the wall. She stepped toward the microscope and played along. “…which you can tell by the shape and the color of the platelets. See?”
“Ah, yes. I see it now.”
“Ladies, enough of the forensics lesson. Gibbs wants us all in the bullpen, NOW. He seriously looked like he was about to explode. Let’s go!” Tony corralled the women toward the elevators and punched the button impatiently.
“What is happening?”
“I don’t know yet, Ziva. That's what we’re going to find out.”
Ziva growled low in her throat, too quiet for Tony to notice. “This had better be good.”
***
It was after midnight by the time Abby put her machines to bed for the night. “I’ll need you all in tip top shape in the morning, guys! Gibbs said there’s already more evidence on the way.” She flicked the light switch, threw a cheeky salute toward Major Mass Spec and backed out of her darkened lab. She let out a startled squeak when she backed right into a firm, warm body. Her ponytails bounced as she whipped around to apologize. “Oh, I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying atten… Ziva.”
“Abby.”
“I didn’t realize anyone was still here.”
“Paperwork.” Ziva nodded her head up toward the squad room by way of explanation before locking eyes with Abby. “But that is not why I am here.”
Abby’s skin warmed under the intense gaze, but she was in no rush to break it. Quietly she breathed out, “Oh?”
“We were interrupted. We were nowhere near finished with our… discussion.” Ziva allowed her eyes to wander leisurely over Abby's face and linger on crimson stained lips. "Perhaps now?"
There was no mistaking the meaning of those words. There was also no longer any question of Abby's response. "My car is this way. Your place?"
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abby/Ziva
Spoilers: none
Summary: Control. It's what they have in common.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Donald P. Bellisario, Bellisarius Productions, CBS, Paramount, etc. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note: Please feed the bard! I welcome any and all constructive criticism, praise, props, etc.
Control. It’s what they have in common. Ziva needs to have it and Abby needs to give it. Abby recognized it the instant they met. She knew the other woman saw it too judging by the cocky, knowing look in her smoldering brown eyes. It irked the scientist that this complete stranger could see right through her. It was unnerving enough that it made her rebel against the magnetic pull she felt toward Ziva. Instead of giving in, she shut the agent out coldly.
What she didn’t count on, couldn’t have known, was that Ziva didn’t mind the challenge. It only made her that much more determined. She took Abby’s distance and bitterness in stride; allowing the stubborn woman to test her, learn her. She stuck close, making sure there was no question of her intentions and never allowing Abby a chance to forget her presence.
Slowly, oh so slowly, Abby’s defenses weakened. It became harder and harder for her to deny the need burning so dangerously within her. She felt each and every pass of Ziva’s dark eyes on her skin as plainly as if she were actually stroking her. She was completely driven to distraction at the sight of the other woman’s tanned and slightly calloused hands. Each deliberate move of those long slender fingers hinted at the exquisite pleasure they would surely bring her if given the chance. Her voice broke and rasped even more than usual when the agent was nearby, her throat constricted and threatening to betray her feelings with a telltale moan. When she actually managed to get away from her lab and go home for the night, thoughts of Ziva haunted even her dreams.
She was distracted, that much was certain. But she was at work so she had to force herself to concentrate as she piped chemical samples into tiny vials and loaded them into the mass spectrometer. Once she turned back to the security video footage she was supposed to be reviewing, her concentration slipped away. Her mind wandered instead to the woman who’d thrown her so off balance.
“What are you thinking about?” Abby jumped in surprise at the low whisper that tickled against her ear. She brought her hand up to press against her now racing heart and swiveled around to regard her visitor. She leveled an angry glare at Ziva, who simply raised her eyebrows and spoke again. “I did not mean to frighten you. I was simply curious as to what has you so distracted lately.”
“I’m NOT distracted.” Abby’s eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched angrily.
“Yes you are.” Ziva took a step closer to Abby’s chair and leaned down closer to her eye level. “You know, I usually find that the best way to get rid of a distraction is to talk about it.”
“You may be right, Officer David. But since I’m not distracted, there’s nothing to talk about. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to get back to my footage. Unless you’ve brought me some new evidence, that is. Do you have something new for me?”
“Evidence? No, nothing new on the case.” Ziva stared into Abby’s eyes meaningfully.
Abby refused to let the agent bait her. “Well if that’s all…” She looked pointedly at Ziva then cut her eyes to the doorway before spinning back around to face the computer screen.
“And if it’s not?” Ziva grasped the arm of the chair and swiveled it back again.
“Well then-“ Abby’s reply was cut short when Ziva surged forward and claimed her lips in a fierce kiss. Abby froze in surprise for a brief second before returning the kiss just as fiercely. Their tongues engaged in a heated duel for dominance. Not willing to break the kiss, Ziva lifted Abby easily from the chair so that they were both standing. Abby instantly snaked her arms around Ziva’s back and pressed closer. She moaned into the kiss when she felt warm insistent hands against her hips, guiding her slowly backward until she felt the rough brick wall at her back. Then those hands were on her cheeks, cupping her face possessively as the kiss grew ever deeper.
Abby meant to push her away. She really did. But there was heat and promise and… something else in Ziva’s embrace. Something she couldn’t identify, but that made her shiver in awareness. She couldn’t fight it anymore. Now that the dark sexy woman was upon her, there was no turning back. She wanted this, needed this. And then suddenly there was nothing. Abby’s eyes fell open in shock and confusion.
Ziva stood a good distance away, looking up at the microscope slide displayed on the plasma. She did not turn her head, only whispered, “Not alone.” As if on cue, the elevator chimed and the doors slid open.
Abby shook her head to clear it and pushed herself off the wall. She stepped toward the microscope and played along. “…which you can tell by the shape and the color of the platelets. See?”
“Ah, yes. I see it now.”
“Ladies, enough of the forensics lesson. Gibbs wants us all in the bullpen, NOW. He seriously looked like he was about to explode. Let’s go!” Tony corralled the women toward the elevators and punched the button impatiently.
“What is happening?”
“I don’t know yet, Ziva. That's what we’re going to find out.”
Ziva growled low in her throat, too quiet for Tony to notice. “This had better be good.”
***
It was after midnight by the time Abby put her machines to bed for the night. “I’ll need you all in tip top shape in the morning, guys! Gibbs said there’s already more evidence on the way.” She flicked the light switch, threw a cheeky salute toward Major Mass Spec and backed out of her darkened lab. She let out a startled squeak when she backed right into a firm, warm body. Her ponytails bounced as she whipped around to apologize. “Oh, I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying atten… Ziva.”
“Abby.”
“I didn’t realize anyone was still here.”
“Paperwork.” Ziva nodded her head up toward the squad room by way of explanation before locking eyes with Abby. “But that is not why I am here.”
Abby’s skin warmed under the intense gaze, but she was in no rush to break it. Quietly she breathed out, “Oh?”
“We were interrupted. We were nowhere near finished with our… discussion.” Ziva allowed her eyes to wander leisurely over Abby's face and linger on crimson stained lips. "Perhaps now?"
There was no mistaking the meaning of those words. There was also no longer any question of Abby's response. "My car is this way. Your place?"