Jenny/ZIva
Silent all these years.
By Elizabeth Fox.
The silence of the rooms was enough to draw Jenny into them, the woman moving closer to the silent woman curled on the bed. She had settled beside her, moving to stroke her hair from her eyes, not speaking the girl’s name, only thinking it. ‘Ziva’. Her eyes looked the woman over and she moved to cradle her closer, taking her time.
Silence was enough to push them closer together, Jenny’s soft lips stroking over Ziva’s neck, her fingers steady and slow as she stroked them over Ziva’s body, penetrating her slowly and carefully, feeling the girl shiver and letting her free arm tighten around Ziva’s waist, steadying her.
By Elizabeth Fox.
The silence of the rooms was enough to draw Jenny into them, the woman moving closer to the silent woman curled on the bed. She had settled beside her, moving to stroke her hair from her eyes, not speaking the girl’s name, only thinking it. ‘Ziva’. Her eyes looked the woman over and she moved to cradle her closer, taking her time.
Silence was enough to push them closer together, Jenny’s soft lips stroking over Ziva’s neck, her fingers steady and slow as she stroked them over Ziva’s body, penetrating her slowly and carefully, feeling the girl shiver and letting her free arm tighten around Ziva’s waist, steadying her.