Sex In A Storage Unit (McGee/Ziva, NCIS)
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cross-posted to ncisfanfic, zivaandmcgee and zivadavid
Title: Sex In A Storage Unit
Rating: PG-13
Category: Humor, Romance, Missing Scene
Genre: Het, Slash suggested
Pairing: McGee/Ziva, surprise slash pairing
Warnings: None, really. There's no actual sex. (Disappointing, I know.)
Summary: What McGee and Ziva were REALLY doing in that storage unit during Dead and Unburied.
Spoilers: Missing scene from Dead and Unburied.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: I like McGiva. But you all know that. I also like having Ziva slap McGee on the cheek. A lot. You'll see me using that quite a bit in my fics. But that's not really important.
“So, McGee, tell me - have you ever had sex in a storage unit?”
McGee began coughing, Ziva’s question having thrown him completely off-guard. “Um, I, I don’t . . . Why do you want to know?”
Ziva smirked, her arms still around his shoulders. “No one would ever know if we were to, how shall I put it, do it right here, yes?”
He felt his face flame. “Ziva, you can’t possibly be . . .”
“Suggesting we have sex right now?” she finished, tilting her head at him. “And why not?”
McGee’s face grew redder. “Because we’re working . . .”
“Hasn’t stopped me before,” Ziva purred, smirking.
He closed his eyes and continued. “Gibbs has rules about this kind of thing . . .”
Ziva slapped him gently on the cheek, causing him to open his eyes. “Like I said, no one need know.”
McGee shook his head, in total disbelief. “Ziva, I . . .” She slowly released her grasp on him, backing away, and he looked to her, seeing the look of disappointment on her face. He frowned. “Ziva?”
“No, no, you have made it perfectly clear,” she insisted, waving away his concern. “You are not interested, and I should not have been so . . . insistent. I apologize.” Now she was the one with faint coloring in her cheeks.
“Thank you,” McGee said, his words a faint whisper. She gave a wan smile to the floor of the unit. “But you’re wrong, Ziva. So very wrong.”
Her head jolted up at his words. “What? But you . . .”
“I don’t want you to think I don’t want you,” he continued, taking a few steps closer to her. “I’ve just never been the kind of guy to do something like . . .”
“Have sex in a storage unit?” Ziva finished, smiling a bit.
He returned her smile. “Yeah. Like that.” They let a gap of silence fill the air between them, then McGee reached out to touch Ziva’s arm, causing her to look up at him. He let his smile grow wider, almost giddy. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t turn into that kind of guy.”
Ziva gave him a devious smile, sliding her arm back up around his shoulders. “And here I thought I would have to resort to knocking you out with my flashlight.”
McGee’s smile died as she snaked her other arm around and down his back. “You were gonna do what?” Her hand landed on his ass and squeezed, signaling a small yelp from him. He looked back at her, noticing the devilishness in her gaze. He gulped. “You know what? I’m just gonna let you do what you want.”
Ziva chuckled. “I thought you may say something along those lines, McGee. Now, kiss me before I do knock you out.”
He allowed a smile to flit across his face again, before leaning in and pressing a passionate kiss to her lips. He didn’t want to piss her off - the last time he pissed someone off, he found himself watching the sunrise with Tony. Which, thinking back on it, wasn’t an entirely unpleasant experience.
Ziva pulled away, noticing his distraction. “McGee? Is something wrong?”
He grinned at her. “Nope. Just thinking how great this case has been for my sex life.” Ziva chuckled, kissing him again, as McGee smiled inwardly.
If only she knew just how great.
THE END!!!
cross-posted to ncisfanfic, zivaandmcgee and zivadavid
Title: Sex In A Storage Unit
Rating: PG-13
Category: Humor, Romance, Missing Scene
Genre: Het, Slash suggested
Pairing: McGee/Ziva, surprise slash pairing
Warnings: None, really. There's no actual sex. (Disappointing, I know.)
Summary: What McGee and Ziva were REALLY doing in that storage unit during Dead and Unburied.
Spoilers: Missing scene from Dead and Unburied.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: I like McGiva. But you all know that. I also like having Ziva slap McGee on the cheek. A lot. You'll see me using that quite a bit in my fics. But that's not really important.
“So, McGee, tell me - have you ever had sex in a storage unit?”
McGee began coughing, Ziva’s question having thrown him completely off-guard. “Um, I, I don’t . . . Why do you want to know?”
Ziva smirked, her arms still around his shoulders. “No one would ever know if we were to, how shall I put it, do it right here, yes?”
He felt his face flame. “Ziva, you can’t possibly be . . .”
“Suggesting we have sex right now?” she finished, tilting her head at him. “And why not?”
McGee’s face grew redder. “Because we’re working . . .”
“Hasn’t stopped me before,” Ziva purred, smirking.
He closed his eyes and continued. “Gibbs has rules about this kind of thing . . .”
Ziva slapped him gently on the cheek, causing him to open his eyes. “Like I said, no one need know.”
McGee shook his head, in total disbelief. “Ziva, I . . .” She slowly released her grasp on him, backing away, and he looked to her, seeing the look of disappointment on her face. He frowned. “Ziva?”
“No, no, you have made it perfectly clear,” she insisted, waving away his concern. “You are not interested, and I should not have been so . . . insistent. I apologize.” Now she was the one with faint coloring in her cheeks.
“Thank you,” McGee said, his words a faint whisper. She gave a wan smile to the floor of the unit. “But you’re wrong, Ziva. So very wrong.”
Her head jolted up at his words. “What? But you . . .”
“I don’t want you to think I don’t want you,” he continued, taking a few steps closer to her. “I’ve just never been the kind of guy to do something like . . .”
“Have sex in a storage unit?” Ziva finished, smiling a bit.
He returned her smile. “Yeah. Like that.” They let a gap of silence fill the air between them, then McGee reached out to touch Ziva’s arm, causing her to look up at him. He let his smile grow wider, almost giddy. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t turn into that kind of guy.”
Ziva gave him a devious smile, sliding her arm back up around his shoulders. “And here I thought I would have to resort to knocking you out with my flashlight.”
McGee’s smile died as she snaked her other arm around and down his back. “You were gonna do what?” Her hand landed on his ass and squeezed, signaling a small yelp from him. He looked back at her, noticing the devilishness in her gaze. He gulped. “You know what? I’m just gonna let you do what you want.”
Ziva chuckled. “I thought you may say something along those lines, McGee. Now, kiss me before I do knock you out.”
He allowed a smile to flit across his face again, before leaning in and pressing a passionate kiss to her lips. He didn’t want to piss her off - the last time he pissed someone off, he found himself watching the sunrise with Tony. Which, thinking back on it, wasn’t an entirely unpleasant experience.
Ziva pulled away, noticing his distraction. “McGee? Is something wrong?”
He grinned at her. “Nope. Just thinking how great this case has been for my sex life.” Ziva chuckled, kissing him again, as McGee smiled inwardly.
If only she knew just how great.
THE END!!!