dust, hotel
title: Oasis
with: Jenny Shepard/Ziva David
rated: porn battle!
disclaim: I only own the dvds; everything belongs to Bellasario, et al
note: for femslash_today’s celebratory porn battle
Adrenaline is still humming through Jenny’s veins. Cairo is noisy and bright around her. Ziva David drives them to a hotel. “It is a Mossad safehouse,” she explains. “We should be secure here until I can take you back to the embassy.”
“Of course,” Jenny says. “Thank you, Agent David.” But her nerves are still on a knife’s edge. It’s a good feeling, though, life stretching like a cat in the sun. Even the pulled-curtain dimness of the hotel room looks bright-overexposed.
“Please, call me Ziva.”
Jenny nods. “Thank you, Ziva.” There is sand beneath Jenny’s fingernails and a fine coating of dust covering her body.
“You’re welcome to take a shower if you like,” Ziva says.
Jenny makes a noncommittal noise, even though the idea of a nice hot shower is terribly appealing right now.
“I need one myself.” Ziva steps a little closer and looks Jenny up and down. “We could kill two birds with one bush?”
Jenny laughs. “Yes we could.” It feels like a tidal wave rolling over her body. “Yes.”
Ziva’s body is strong and sleek, and she makes Jenny shiver even in the steam and hot water. Jenny spreads her hands across the small of Ziva’s back, pulling their bodies together. Little shivers work through her body at ever slick-skin point of contact. Ziva’s tongue is clever and obscene, and Jenny thinks she tastes like the rain after a long drought, then laughs against Ziva’s neck at how sappy the thought is. Ziva chuckles, nipping at Jenny’s shoulder.
Jenny is light-headed with shock and lust, and she collapses back against the wall when Ziva’s hands stroke between her legs. Ziva slides two fingers inside, and Jenny moans, her body already tight and aching. She grinds against Ziva’s fingers, the pad of Ziva’s thumb. Ziva teases Jenny’s left breast with teeth and tongue, and Jenny comes slow and hard, like being pulled under by a riptide.
Ziva throws her head back and shouts, clenching around Jenny’s fingers as she returns the favor. It’s a good, powerful sound, and Jenny wants to hear it again sometime.
After, they curl together on the hotel bed, still naked and damp.
with: Jenny Shepard/Ziva David
rated: porn battle!
disclaim: I only own the dvds; everything belongs to Bellasario, et al
note: for femslash_today’s celebratory porn battle
Adrenaline is still humming through Jenny’s veins. Cairo is noisy and bright around her. Ziva David drives them to a hotel. “It is a Mossad safehouse,” she explains. “We should be secure here until I can take you back to the embassy.”
“Of course,” Jenny says. “Thank you, Agent David.” But her nerves are still on a knife’s edge. It’s a good feeling, though, life stretching like a cat in the sun. Even the pulled-curtain dimness of the hotel room looks bright-overexposed.
“Please, call me Ziva.”
Jenny nods. “Thank you, Ziva.” There is sand beneath Jenny’s fingernails and a fine coating of dust covering her body.
“You’re welcome to take a shower if you like,” Ziva says.
Jenny makes a noncommittal noise, even though the idea of a nice hot shower is terribly appealing right now.
“I need one myself.” Ziva steps a little closer and looks Jenny up and down. “We could kill two birds with one bush?”
Jenny laughs. “Yes we could.” It feels like a tidal wave rolling over her body. “Yes.”
Ziva’s body is strong and sleek, and she makes Jenny shiver even in the steam and hot water. Jenny spreads her hands across the small of Ziva’s back, pulling their bodies together. Little shivers work through her body at ever slick-skin point of contact. Ziva’s tongue is clever and obscene, and Jenny thinks she tastes like the rain after a long drought, then laughs against Ziva’s neck at how sappy the thought is. Ziva chuckles, nipping at Jenny’s shoulder.
Jenny is light-headed with shock and lust, and she collapses back against the wall when Ziva’s hands stroke between her legs. Ziva slides two fingers inside, and Jenny moans, her body already tight and aching. She grinds against Ziva’s fingers, the pad of Ziva’s thumb. Ziva teases Jenny’s left breast with teeth and tongue, and Jenny comes slow and hard, like being pulled under by a riptide.
Ziva throws her head back and shouts, clenching around Jenny’s fingers as she returns the favor. It’s a good, powerful sound, and Jenny wants to hear it again sometime.
After, they curl together on the hotel bed, still naked and damp.