CSI:M/NCIS FIC :: "Whine Up" [Calleigh/Natalia/Ziva/Abby, NC17]
Title: Whine Up
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: NC17
Pairings: My OT4 :: Calleigh/Natalia/Ziva/Abby
Date: 21-28 September 2008
Word Count: 1568
Written for: dogged_by_muses' Fragments of Sappho 2008
Summary: Calleigh's treated to a night out for her birthday by the rest of her pack.
Warnings: Polyamorous lesbian relationship
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Light, Water, Muses
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
CSI: Miami Disclaimer: "CSI: Miami," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Jerry Bruckheimer Television, Alliance Atlantis, Touchstone Television, The American Travelers, and CBS Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "CSI: Miami," CBS, or any representatives of the actors.
NCIS Disclaimer: "NCIS: Naval Criminal Investigative Services," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Belisarius Productions, Paramount Network Television Productions, Paramount Television, and CBS Television. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with " NCIS: Naval Criminal Investigative Services," CBS, or any representatives of Pauley Perrette or Cote de Pablo.
Sapphic Fragment Used:
into desire I shall come
Author's Notes: This story is totally and completely owed to Kat De Luna's "Whine Up", which is where the title came from. From the very first time we heard the song, it's been Natalia's song. And so I just HAD to do this one… At some point, down the line, I may well be writing a companion piece to this from Calleigh's POV. Plus? I just wanted something fun and smutty for my OT4.
A special shout out to Lorre, who originally created The Lotus where a certain Kael Dasuke tended to hang out. I couldn't resist using the same basic idea for the club the girls went to…
And once again, this is the furthest forward point in the LWM timeline. *heh* I like having that distinction…
Dedication: To my muses. I'd be nowhere without them.
Beta: shatterpath
"Whine Up"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
(02-28-08)
I don't know why they told me to meet them here, of all places. Okay, I know why; it's Calleigh's birthday and she wanted to go out dancing, and I had work to finish before I could leave. But the Lotus? This so isn't my kind of club, but I came anyway because the Kewpie Doll batted her eyes at me. It's not like any of us can tell her no when she does that; and she knows it, too. Sighing, I weave my way through the crowd toward the bar, glad I'm not claustrophobic as the masses of people barely part to let me through. I can already feel my heartbeat modulating to match the pounding bass beat enveloping the dance floor.
I feel out of place in here. Glancing down, I note that my clothes are comfortably gothic, but I'm not getting any weird looks. That's definitely a good thing. I get a beer at the bar before turning around to scan the crowd for the rest of my pack. And I nearly spit out said beer when I finally spot them.
Nat sticks out in the crowd like a homing beacon. She's the tallest after me, and that waterfall of milk chocolate curls is a dead giveaway. Oh man, she's out for blood tonight. She wore the red halter top mini-dress, the one that makes her skin look even more like rich caramel. Following the curves down, I'm not surprised to see her feet in those sexy red strappy shoes. Similar shoes, in white this time, encase the feet of her dearest friend. And no, it doesn't surprise me at all that Calleigh's in a white halter top sundress. Anything that accentuates that creamy skin of hers, right? Especially when she's sandwiched between Nat and Ziva, who is in her favorite black jeans, t-shirt, and combat boots. She's also the only one of the three with her hair completely down.
Ziva and Nat are moving in that way they've got, like they're mirror twins or something. It's kinda creepy when they really get into their groove. Oh, don't get me wrong! It can be totally hot, especially for the person stuck in the middle. Calleigh's one lucky bitch tonight. I don't get to be the filling in that yummy sammich often, at least not when we're vertical.
It's no surprise when Ziva leans in closer, and I can see her mouth moving near Calleigh's ear; she then leans closer to repeat the info to Nat. As one, they all turn to wave at me, and I gamely wave back and shake my head when they try to invite me out onto the dance floor with them. I'm just not in the mood to dance tonight, but I won't turn down a night out with my girls. Not when I get to play icing painter later on. It's become a tradition in the past two years that Zo taught me back when we were in Vegas. It's my one definitely personalized birthday present to all of my girls.
The music changes and I don't need Ziva's Sentinel hearing to catch Natalia's squeal across the dance floor as her favorite song starts to play. I don't miss Ziva's nod in the direction of the deejay either. Yeah, I'm not surprised that she set up this little moment for Nat and Cal. Nat's body language changes with the thumping bass, moving sensuously against Calleigh, hands automatically moving to pull her closer by the hips. There might as well not be anyone else on that dance floor as far as they're concerned. It only takes Ziva a few beats to match Nat's movements, body as fluid as a cat's, and her hands glide down from Calleigh's shoulders to rest lightly, but possessively on her hips, just above Nat's. Damn it, they are so fucking hot when they do this! There's like no space between Ziva's front and Calleigh's back. I don't think you could get air between them, they're that close.
A shudder passes through my own system at the visceral memory of Ziva's body pressed that tightly to my own. I wonder if she's wearing Pinky tonight? Judging by the way she's rubbing back against Ziva, Calleigh's just confirmed that Pinky is in fact in attendance tonight. Which should have been obvious, considering how much Calleigh adores Pinky, and it's her birthday… Lucky bitch!
A long pull on my beer makes me grimace. This club is so packed that my beer's already getting warm. Gross! I finish it off in a couple more gulps and order another one. Turning back to face the dance floor, I can see my trio has gotten even friendlier. Oh, I know they won't do anything that will get them into trouble, they're not stupid. But they do like to push the envelope!
Nat suddenly spins Calleigh around, hands moving to frame Cal's crotch, holding her tight as Ziva leans in to grind against my blonde pal, kissing her senseless. Even from this distance, I can see the lust beginning to glow in those jade eyes, especially when Nat leans in to nibble at an exposed earlobe. They're seriously double teaming her in all the best ways tonight. Good! She needs it. Hell, we all do.
I can almost hear the petulant whine of indignation when Ziva pulls away with a teasing smirk. Calleigh tries to bring her close again, but Ziva dances just out of her reach, hips moving sinuously. Calleigh's pout makes me laugh in sympathy. Ziva's playing dirty, man!
Calleigh is turned to face Natalia again and falls willingly into the kiss offered to her. That's when I see Nat shift to slide a leg between Cal's, deftly sliding the hem of her white dress up to cover the juncture. Calleigh's smirk, and the calculated look that passes between Guide and Sentinel, only confirms my other suspicions. She is in so much trouble! The good kind!
Pulling Nat back down for another kiss, Calleigh starts sliding along Nat's thigh wantonly. I can't help chuckling at how easy it is for her to get like this once she gets uncorked. If they don't ruin her before we get home, I'll have my hands full trying to do the icing painting. Sweet!
Ziva starts stroking her fingers down Calleigh's spine, almost like she's memorizing each vertebra's placement. If I squint, I can just see her fingers slipping under the edge of the dress before tracing their way up to her chest. Cal arches her back toward Ziva and I can see her position shift to cover the hand slipping fully under Cal's dress.
Nat's hands grip Calleigh's hips even tighter as my blonde pal's movements get jerkier, never letting up from the kiss. Ziva's smile grows feral as her nostrils flare. In the next instant, she flips Calleigh's braid out of the way to bite down on the juncture of neck and shoulder. Calleigh stiffens for a brief second before her body explodes into orgasmic seizures. It's like she's grabbed onto a live wire or something.
Ziva only lets go when Calleigh slumps back against her, a sated grin on her face. That's when I spot the blood. Damn! She broke the skin! In public! I am so doing something involuntary and messy right now! Guide and Sentinel share some secret, silent conversation again as Nat surreptitiously wipes her thigh with the hem of Cal's dress. Shit, if Nat's thigh is that damn wet, Calleigh must be soaked. They lean in for a lazy kiss, sandwiching Cal between them for a moment. Most likely, she needs to catch her breath.
Finally, they start moving off the dance floor, Nat pointing toward the bathrooms. Ziva helps get Cal over there, and then comes to join me. Okay, she stalks over to join me. I don't put up any playful resistance when she leans over to kiss me warmly before taking my beer and draining it, signaling the bartender for two more.
"Did you like the show, Abs?" she says as softly as she can in my ear with a dry chuckle. Before I can answer, she leans back to sniff the air, smile growing broader, and I can't help but reach down to grab at Pinky's bulge. She laughs again and reaches around to grab both beers and hand me one. "Later, Abs, after the birthday girl has been exhausted. I promise."
"And the teeth?"
She just chuckles and shrugs noncommittally, then glances toward the bathroom and shakes her head. Which can only mean Nat's doing more than just cleaning Calleigh up. "Come on," Ziva says, tugging me toward the dance floor, but I shake my own head. Ziva just shifts to lean against the bar next to me, head moving with the music as she studies the crowd.
Finally, Nat and Calleigh make their way toward us. There's a sheepishly satiated look on Cal's face as she meets my gaze. Grinning, I dangle my beer toward her; she grabs it gratefully and leans against me. From the corner of my eye, I can see Nat melting against Ziva's side for a nuzzling kiss.
"Happy birthday," I say, kissing the tip of her nose.
"It’s getting awfully noisy and crowded in here. Take me home?" she asks with a gleam in her eyes.
Who am I to resist the birthday girl's wishes?
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: NC17
Pairings: My OT4 :: Calleigh/Natalia/Ziva/Abby
Date: 21-28 September 2008
Word Count: 1568
Written for: dogged_by_muses' Fragments of Sappho 2008
Summary: Calleigh's treated to a night out for her birthday by the rest of her pack.
Warnings: Polyamorous lesbian relationship
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Light, Water, Muses
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
CSI: Miami Disclaimer: "CSI: Miami," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Jerry Bruckheimer Television, Alliance Atlantis, Touchstone Television, The American Travelers, and CBS Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "CSI: Miami," CBS, or any representatives of the actors.
NCIS Disclaimer: "NCIS: Naval Criminal Investigative Services," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Belisarius Productions, Paramount Network Television Productions, Paramount Television, and CBS Television. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with " NCIS: Naval Criminal Investigative Services," CBS, or any representatives of Pauley Perrette or Cote de Pablo.
Sapphic Fragment Used:
into desire I shall come
Author's Notes: This story is totally and completely owed to Kat De Luna's "Whine Up", which is where the title came from. From the very first time we heard the song, it's been Natalia's song. And so I just HAD to do this one… At some point, down the line, I may well be writing a companion piece to this from Calleigh's POV. Plus? I just wanted something fun and smutty for my OT4.
A special shout out to Lorre, who originally created The Lotus where a certain Kael Dasuke tended to hang out. I couldn't resist using the same basic idea for the club the girls went to…
And once again, this is the furthest forward point in the LWM timeline. *heh* I like having that distinction…
Dedication: To my muses. I'd be nowhere without them.
Beta: shatterpath
"Whine Up"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
(02-28-08)
I don't know why they told me to meet them here, of all places. Okay, I know why; it's Calleigh's birthday and she wanted to go out dancing, and I had work to finish before I could leave. But the Lotus? This so isn't my kind of club, but I came anyway because the Kewpie Doll batted her eyes at me. It's not like any of us can tell her no when she does that; and she knows it, too. Sighing, I weave my way through the crowd toward the bar, glad I'm not claustrophobic as the masses of people barely part to let me through. I can already feel my heartbeat modulating to match the pounding bass beat enveloping the dance floor.
I feel out of place in here. Glancing down, I note that my clothes are comfortably gothic, but I'm not getting any weird looks. That's definitely a good thing. I get a beer at the bar before turning around to scan the crowd for the rest of my pack. And I nearly spit out said beer when I finally spot them.
Nat sticks out in the crowd like a homing beacon. She's the tallest after me, and that waterfall of milk chocolate curls is a dead giveaway. Oh man, she's out for blood tonight. She wore the red halter top mini-dress, the one that makes her skin look even more like rich caramel. Following the curves down, I'm not surprised to see her feet in those sexy red strappy shoes. Similar shoes, in white this time, encase the feet of her dearest friend. And no, it doesn't surprise me at all that Calleigh's in a white halter top sundress. Anything that accentuates that creamy skin of hers, right? Especially when she's sandwiched between Nat and Ziva, who is in her favorite black jeans, t-shirt, and combat boots. She's also the only one of the three with her hair completely down.
Ziva and Nat are moving in that way they've got, like they're mirror twins or something. It's kinda creepy when they really get into their groove. Oh, don't get me wrong! It can be totally hot, especially for the person stuck in the middle. Calleigh's one lucky bitch tonight. I don't get to be the filling in that yummy sammich often, at least not when we're vertical.
It's no surprise when Ziva leans in closer, and I can see her mouth moving near Calleigh's ear; she then leans closer to repeat the info to Nat. As one, they all turn to wave at me, and I gamely wave back and shake my head when they try to invite me out onto the dance floor with them. I'm just not in the mood to dance tonight, but I won't turn down a night out with my girls. Not when I get to play icing painter later on. It's become a tradition in the past two years that Zo taught me back when we were in Vegas. It's my one definitely personalized birthday present to all of my girls.
The music changes and I don't need Ziva's Sentinel hearing to catch Natalia's squeal across the dance floor as her favorite song starts to play. I don't miss Ziva's nod in the direction of the deejay either. Yeah, I'm not surprised that she set up this little moment for Nat and Cal. Nat's body language changes with the thumping bass, moving sensuously against Calleigh, hands automatically moving to pull her closer by the hips. There might as well not be anyone else on that dance floor as far as they're concerned. It only takes Ziva a few beats to match Nat's movements, body as fluid as a cat's, and her hands glide down from Calleigh's shoulders to rest lightly, but possessively on her hips, just above Nat's. Damn it, they are so fucking hot when they do this! There's like no space between Ziva's front and Calleigh's back. I don't think you could get air between them, they're that close.
A shudder passes through my own system at the visceral memory of Ziva's body pressed that tightly to my own. I wonder if she's wearing Pinky tonight? Judging by the way she's rubbing back against Ziva, Calleigh's just confirmed that Pinky is in fact in attendance tonight. Which should have been obvious, considering how much Calleigh adores Pinky, and it's her birthday… Lucky bitch!
A long pull on my beer makes me grimace. This club is so packed that my beer's already getting warm. Gross! I finish it off in a couple more gulps and order another one. Turning back to face the dance floor, I can see my trio has gotten even friendlier. Oh, I know they won't do anything that will get them into trouble, they're not stupid. But they do like to push the envelope!
Nat suddenly spins Calleigh around, hands moving to frame Cal's crotch, holding her tight as Ziva leans in to grind against my blonde pal, kissing her senseless. Even from this distance, I can see the lust beginning to glow in those jade eyes, especially when Nat leans in to nibble at an exposed earlobe. They're seriously double teaming her in all the best ways tonight. Good! She needs it. Hell, we all do.
I can almost hear the petulant whine of indignation when Ziva pulls away with a teasing smirk. Calleigh tries to bring her close again, but Ziva dances just out of her reach, hips moving sinuously. Calleigh's pout makes me laugh in sympathy. Ziva's playing dirty, man!
Calleigh is turned to face Natalia again and falls willingly into the kiss offered to her. That's when I see Nat shift to slide a leg between Cal's, deftly sliding the hem of her white dress up to cover the juncture. Calleigh's smirk, and the calculated look that passes between Guide and Sentinel, only confirms my other suspicions. She is in so much trouble! The good kind!
Pulling Nat back down for another kiss, Calleigh starts sliding along Nat's thigh wantonly. I can't help chuckling at how easy it is for her to get like this once she gets uncorked. If they don't ruin her before we get home, I'll have my hands full trying to do the icing painting. Sweet!
Ziva starts stroking her fingers down Calleigh's spine, almost like she's memorizing each vertebra's placement. If I squint, I can just see her fingers slipping under the edge of the dress before tracing their way up to her chest. Cal arches her back toward Ziva and I can see her position shift to cover the hand slipping fully under Cal's dress.
Nat's hands grip Calleigh's hips even tighter as my blonde pal's movements get jerkier, never letting up from the kiss. Ziva's smile grows feral as her nostrils flare. In the next instant, she flips Calleigh's braid out of the way to bite down on the juncture of neck and shoulder. Calleigh stiffens for a brief second before her body explodes into orgasmic seizures. It's like she's grabbed onto a live wire or something.
Ziva only lets go when Calleigh slumps back against her, a sated grin on her face. That's when I spot the blood. Damn! She broke the skin! In public! I am so doing something involuntary and messy right now! Guide and Sentinel share some secret, silent conversation again as Nat surreptitiously wipes her thigh with the hem of Cal's dress. Shit, if Nat's thigh is that damn wet, Calleigh must be soaked. They lean in for a lazy kiss, sandwiching Cal between them for a moment. Most likely, she needs to catch her breath.
Finally, they start moving off the dance floor, Nat pointing toward the bathrooms. Ziva helps get Cal over there, and then comes to join me. Okay, she stalks over to join me. I don't put up any playful resistance when she leans over to kiss me warmly before taking my beer and draining it, signaling the bartender for two more.
"Did you like the show, Abs?" she says as softly as she can in my ear with a dry chuckle. Before I can answer, she leans back to sniff the air, smile growing broader, and I can't help but reach down to grab at Pinky's bulge. She laughs again and reaches around to grab both beers and hand me one. "Later, Abs, after the birthday girl has been exhausted. I promise."
"And the teeth?"
She just chuckles and shrugs noncommittally, then glances toward the bathroom and shakes her head. Which can only mean Nat's doing more than just cleaning Calleigh up. "Come on," Ziva says, tugging me toward the dance floor, but I shake my own head. Ziva just shifts to lean against the bar next to me, head moving with the music as she studies the crowd.
Finally, Nat and Calleigh make their way toward us. There's a sheepishly satiated look on Cal's face as she meets my gaze. Grinning, I dangle my beer toward her; she grabs it gratefully and leans against me. From the corner of my eye, I can see Nat melting against Ziva's side for a nuzzling kiss.
"Happy birthday," I say, kissing the tip of her nose.
"It’s getting awfully noisy and crowded in here. Take me home?" she asks with a gleam in her eyes.
Who am I to resist the birthday girl's wishes?