fic - NCIS - Working relationship
Written for the NCIS kink meme
Title: Working relationship
Warnings: SMUT!
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairings: Kate/Ziva
Prompt: Handcuffs, Kate/Ziva
Word count: approx 750
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t actually like either of these characters all that much, but the prompt just sort of begged me to write it ;-)
“I am going to *kill* DiNozzo,” said Kate.
“You will have to go through me first,” said Ziva.
“I can’t believe you want to defend him! It’s his fault we’re stuck like this!” Kate raised her left arm, pulling Ziva’s right one with her.
“I have no intention of defending him. I merely wish to maim him first.” Ziva pulled uselessly at the handcuffs, which bound her to Kate.
“I’ll hold him down for you.” Kate caught the look on Ziva’s face. “Hey, I may not have your super-Mossad training, but I have three brothers. Trust me, I know how to get a guy down and keep him there.”
Ziva nodded admiringly. “A useful talent.”
“Yeah, well it’s not much use here. I thought you were able to pick any lock in thirty seconds flat.”
“Twenty,” said Ziva. “But only with the aid of an effective lock pick, and Tony…appears to have covered that eventuality.” She fumbled in her pocket, but all she came up with was a coin and a tissue. “I do not suppose that you have anything hard and metal?”
“Apart from the gun I’m going to use on DiNozzo?”
“Shooting the cuffs would not be an effective use of the weapon. Save your bullets.”
“Wait a minute, I’ve seen this on TV. You need something long and thin?”
“It may take a little longer, but yes. You have something in mind?”
“I knew my underwired bra would come in useful some day.” Kate reached a hand inside her blouse and started fumbling with the cup. “Damn,” she said. “I’m going to need both hands for this. Do you mind…”
“Not at all,” said Ziva, turning to stand face to face with Kate. She allowed her hand to be pulled as Kate worked at the garment. The material was stronger than Kate had anticipated, and Ziva’s hand was jostled back and forth as Kate tried in vain to loosen the wire.
“Perhaps if I were to try it,” suggested Ziva. “I have a clearer view.” She waited for Kate to nod in acknowledgment, before she slipped her free hand into the other woman’s blouse. It was impossible to avoid touching Kate’s breast as she worked on the material, and after a minute or so, Ziva was aware of a sudden silence. She looked up quickly, to see a blush form on Kate’s face. “I should stop,” said Ziva softly. “Tony said he would return…we can remain locked up until then.”
“Don’t stop,” said Kate, her voice breathless.
“You are sure?” There was a quick answering nod. “It will have to be quick. Tony, I do not know how much time we have.”
In response, Kate used her free hand to pull Ziva close against her. It almost felt like an electric shock running through her when their groins met. “Then you’d better hurry up,” she said, her voice husky.
“As you wish.” Ziva used her free hand to pull Kate in for a deep luxurious kiss on the mouth. She kept kissing until she felt the other woman’s knees start to buckle and then she pulled away.
Kate gasped with a sense of loss as Ziva’s lips departed from hers, but she was soon gasping again, this time with pleasure, as Ziva’s hands started feeling their way inside her blouse. Kate slipped her unencumbered hand quickly between their bodies, and inside the waistband of Ziva’s trousers. A sudden intake of breath told her that her objective had been reached, and she pressed the advantage, feeling Ziva moan against her chest only seconds before her tongue traced a path around Kate’s nipple.
It wasn’t easy for the women them to maneuver themselves with the hindrance of the handcuffs, and both Kate and Ziva were conscious of the ticking time bomb that was Tony’s impending return. Of necessity it was never going to be slow and leisurely, but Kate couldn’t help feeling almost a tinge of disappointment as she came quickly, gasping Ziva’s name. She could feel Ziva clenching around her, a gasp and a sigh the only verbal proof that she too had come.
“Oh boy,” said Kate, her voice and legs equally unsteady. “That…was great…”
“You know,” said Ziva, as outwardly calm and unruffled as if she’d just spent the last few minutes meditating, “when Tony locked us in here to ‘get past our differences so we could work together’. I’m not entirely sure this is what he meant.”
“Hell no,” said Kate, brushing her hair back out of her face. “Otherwise he’d have set up a video camera first!”
Title: Working relationship
Warnings: SMUT!
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairings: Kate/Ziva
Prompt: Handcuffs, Kate/Ziva
Word count: approx 750
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t actually like either of these characters all that much, but the prompt just sort of begged me to write it ;-)
“I am going to *kill* DiNozzo,” said Kate.
“You will have to go through me first,” said Ziva.
“I can’t believe you want to defend him! It’s his fault we’re stuck like this!” Kate raised her left arm, pulling Ziva’s right one with her.
“I have no intention of defending him. I merely wish to maim him first.” Ziva pulled uselessly at the handcuffs, which bound her to Kate.
“I’ll hold him down for you.” Kate caught the look on Ziva’s face. “Hey, I may not have your super-Mossad training, but I have three brothers. Trust me, I know how to get a guy down and keep him there.”
Ziva nodded admiringly. “A useful talent.”
“Yeah, well it’s not much use here. I thought you were able to pick any lock in thirty seconds flat.”
“Twenty,” said Ziva. “But only with the aid of an effective lock pick, and Tony…appears to have covered that eventuality.” She fumbled in her pocket, but all she came up with was a coin and a tissue. “I do not suppose that you have anything hard and metal?”
“Apart from the gun I’m going to use on DiNozzo?”
“Shooting the cuffs would not be an effective use of the weapon. Save your bullets.”
“Wait a minute, I’ve seen this on TV. You need something long and thin?”
“It may take a little longer, but yes. You have something in mind?”
“I knew my underwired bra would come in useful some day.” Kate reached a hand inside her blouse and started fumbling with the cup. “Damn,” she said. “I’m going to need both hands for this. Do you mind…”
“Not at all,” said Ziva, turning to stand face to face with Kate. She allowed her hand to be pulled as Kate worked at the garment. The material was stronger than Kate had anticipated, and Ziva’s hand was jostled back and forth as Kate tried in vain to loosen the wire.
“Perhaps if I were to try it,” suggested Ziva. “I have a clearer view.” She waited for Kate to nod in acknowledgment, before she slipped her free hand into the other woman’s blouse. It was impossible to avoid touching Kate’s breast as she worked on the material, and after a minute or so, Ziva was aware of a sudden silence. She looked up quickly, to see a blush form on Kate’s face. “I should stop,” said Ziva softly. “Tony said he would return…we can remain locked up until then.”
“Don’t stop,” said Kate, her voice breathless.
“You are sure?” There was a quick answering nod. “It will have to be quick. Tony, I do not know how much time we have.”
In response, Kate used her free hand to pull Ziva close against her. It almost felt like an electric shock running through her when their groins met. “Then you’d better hurry up,” she said, her voice husky.
“As you wish.” Ziva used her free hand to pull Kate in for a deep luxurious kiss on the mouth. She kept kissing until she felt the other woman’s knees start to buckle and then she pulled away.
Kate gasped with a sense of loss as Ziva’s lips departed from hers, but she was soon gasping again, this time with pleasure, as Ziva’s hands started feeling their way inside her blouse. Kate slipped her unencumbered hand quickly between their bodies, and inside the waistband of Ziva’s trousers. A sudden intake of breath told her that her objective had been reached, and she pressed the advantage, feeling Ziva moan against her chest only seconds before her tongue traced a path around Kate’s nipple.
It wasn’t easy for the women them to maneuver themselves with the hindrance of the handcuffs, and both Kate and Ziva were conscious of the ticking time bomb that was Tony’s impending return. Of necessity it was never going to be slow and leisurely, but Kate couldn’t help feeling almost a tinge of disappointment as she came quickly, gasping Ziva’s name. She could feel Ziva clenching around her, a gasp and a sigh the only verbal proof that she too had come.
“Oh boy,” said Kate, her voice and legs equally unsteady. “That…was great…”
“You know,” said Ziva, as outwardly calm and unruffled as if she’d just spent the last few minutes meditating, “when Tony locked us in here to ‘get past our differences so we could work together’. I’m not entirely sure this is what he meant.”
“Hell no,” said Kate, brushing her hair back out of her face. “Otherwise he’d have set up a video camera first!”