LMOM08 :: Day 1 :: "Shopping" [CSI:Miami/NCIS/LWM, Calleigh/Natalia/Ziva/Abby, R] for Shatterpath
Title: Shopping
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: R
Pairings: Calleigh/Natalia/Ziva/Abby
Date: 25-28 April 2008
Word Count: 1054
Written for: AJ's Lusty Month of May 2008 :: Day 1
Recipient: shatterpath
Request: LWM: the Miami/NCIS pack playing dress up. This can include a shopping trip.
Summary: The girls go gun shopping...
Warnings: 4 hot girls in a relationship. Don't like it? Don't read it...
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Frisked & Conquered
Link to: http://f-n-c.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only...all others ask for permission & we'll see...
Author's 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.
Author's Notes: Leave it to Doggie to pick this quartet to play with...
Dedication: my muses
Beta: cuspofqueens
"Shopping"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"Is she always this stubborn?"
We ask the question at the same time, and giggle in reaction. It takes only a few seconds for us to both respond in the affirmative, setting us off into another fit of giggles, followed by her stomach growling. As one, we turn to stare at the other half of our little quartet, arguing animatedly about weapons. They don't even seem to remember we exist right now.
"I thought I was supposed to be getting new boots," Abby grumbles as she takes off the baseball cap with antlers attached to it. "Why are we here again?"
"Ziva's gun isn't up to Calleigh's standards," I reply, imitating the blonde's accent passably, which earns another giggle from Abby and a scowl from Calleigh. "Are you two going to be finishing any time soon?"
She scowls at me again and turns back to pick up the Lady Smith and Wesson she's trying to talk Ziva into buying. Personally, I don't care what kind of gun Ziva has. I've seen just how accurate she is with her knives, and her bare hands for that matter, and I know I'm always going to be safe when my Sentinel is around. Nevertheless, Calleigh insists on the right gun. She's even got me carrying one now. I can barely shoot it yet, but she insisted, and how am I supposed to say no to that?
"Oh! Rations!" Abby squeals, and I turn to see her digging through a large plastic bin. "I so feel like Gibbs now."
"Rations?" I lean over to look at some of the names of the meals and shudder. "You actually eat those things?"
Abby nods as she pulls one out to peruse the ingredients. "Gibbs said he hated them when he was actively on duty, but now they work in a pinch. Oh, this one doesn't have the peaches." She shoves the packet back into the bin and keeps searching. "Have you tried them?"
I shake my head, turning to catch an exasperated look from Ziva before Calleigh hooks her back into the debate. "I've never had reason to eat something like that."
She clucks her tongue at me and pulls out another meal. "Oh, this one has the peaches! Hey, Mr. Store Man? All I want out of this meal is the peaches. Do I really hafta buy the whole thing?"
The three of them turn to stare at us and I instantly raise my hands to indicate I've nothing to do with this request. He heads over in our direction as Calleigh and Ziva stop their battling long enough to see exactly what's going on.
"It's a full meal, girlie," rumbles the old biker. "Didn't you see the bin of desserts?"
"No!" She drops the meal back into the bin and reaches for the other bin he's pointing to, quickly pulling up a much smaller packet. "Score! Do you have any more of these? Cuz I'll buy like your whole stock. Seriously, I will. I love these peaches that much."
He turns to stare at Calleigh. "Calleigh girl, this is definitely an interesting little--"
"Pack," Ziva supplies for him.
"Pack you've got here," he finishes. "I'm gonna head into the back to get the peaches. Can you keep an eye on things for me, Cal?"
"You got it, Sonny," she replies brightly. "And go ahead and bring out whatever stock you want to sell of the peaches for Abby. Put it on my bill. I don't mind indulging her a bit."
Abby squeals and runs over to hug Calleigh enthusiastically, peppering her face with wetly smacking kisses. "You're the best, Calleigh!"
I grin at her display of affection, only slightly started when Ziva materializes at my side. "Are you ready to give in to Calleigh's demands yet?"
"I do not negotiate with terrorists," she murmurs against the side of my throat, arm going around my waist.
"You'd better hope she doesn't actually hear you say that," I tease, stroking my hand down her side. "Besides, does it really matter what gun you use as long as it works? Especially when you've got these" -- I stroke the rise of her ass just under the tip of the hidden knife sheath -- "that you're so good with?"
She chuckles throatily and nips at my collarbone. "So you're saying I should just give in to her demands so we can leave this place?"
I nod slowly, shifting to meet her lips in a gentle kiss. She pulls me closer, hands sliding into the back pockets of my jeans as one leg slips between mine. Moaning softly, I can feel my nipples stiffening as they brush against her equally aroused nipples. I still haven't figured out exactly what it is that makes me so easily turned on by this woman, only that I've never regretted a moment of the time we've been together.
The sensation of the counter moving against my hip pulls me back from her intoxicating kiss to blink stupidly at Ziva's sudden low growl. Turning, I can see Sonny standing there watching us with an amused leer on his face.
"Shh, Ziva," I murmur, stroking her cheek. "It's okay. I'm okay."
"You win, Calleigh," Ziva finally says, eyes burning into mine. " We'll buy the damned gun you want, and whatever else you wanted me to get. But it's time to get some food and go home. Now."
"I agree," Calleigh chuckles darkly and turns to hand her credit card to Sonny, who is packing up the Lady Smith and Wesson into its case.
"How about I have the peaches delivered to your office over at MDPD?" Sonny offers with a knowing grin.
"I think we can live with that," Calleigh replies, signing her name with a flourish before she takes back her card.
And that's when I notice the three cases of freeze-dried peaches on the counter next to me. The packet Abby'd had is mysteriously empty, and Calleigh is suddenly sporting a hickey on her neck that hadn't been there when we'd walked in. What have they been doing while Ziva and I kissed? But does it really matter? We'll all benefit from this little shopping trip. Abby can get her boots another day. We have far more important things to take care of right now.
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: R
Pairings: Calleigh/Natalia/Ziva/Abby
Date: 25-28 April 2008
Word Count: 1054
Written for: AJ's Lusty Month of May 2008 :: Day 1
Recipient: shatterpath
Request: LWM: the Miami/NCIS pack playing dress up. This can include a shopping trip.
Summary: The girls go gun shopping...
Warnings: 4 hot girls in a relationship. Don't like it? Don't read it...
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Frisked & Conquered
Link to: http://f-n-c.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only...all others ask for permission & we'll see...
Author's 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.
Author's Notes: Leave it to Doggie to pick this quartet to play with...
Dedication: my muses
Beta: cuspofqueens
"Shopping"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"Is she always this stubborn?"
We ask the question at the same time, and giggle in reaction. It takes only a few seconds for us to both respond in the affirmative, setting us off into another fit of giggles, followed by her stomach growling. As one, we turn to stare at the other half of our little quartet, arguing animatedly about weapons. They don't even seem to remember we exist right now.
"I thought I was supposed to be getting new boots," Abby grumbles as she takes off the baseball cap with antlers attached to it. "Why are we here again?"
"Ziva's gun isn't up to Calleigh's standards," I reply, imitating the blonde's accent passably, which earns another giggle from Abby and a scowl from Calleigh. "Are you two going to be finishing any time soon?"
She scowls at me again and turns back to pick up the Lady Smith and Wesson she's trying to talk Ziva into buying. Personally, I don't care what kind of gun Ziva has. I've seen just how accurate she is with her knives, and her bare hands for that matter, and I know I'm always going to be safe when my Sentinel is around. Nevertheless, Calleigh insists on the right gun. She's even got me carrying one now. I can barely shoot it yet, but she insisted, and how am I supposed to say no to that?
"Oh! Rations!" Abby squeals, and I turn to see her digging through a large plastic bin. "I so feel like Gibbs now."
"Rations?" I lean over to look at some of the names of the meals and shudder. "You actually eat those things?"
Abby nods as she pulls one out to peruse the ingredients. "Gibbs said he hated them when he was actively on duty, but now they work in a pinch. Oh, this one doesn't have the peaches." She shoves the packet back into the bin and keeps searching. "Have you tried them?"
I shake my head, turning to catch an exasperated look from Ziva before Calleigh hooks her back into the debate. "I've never had reason to eat something like that."
She clucks her tongue at me and pulls out another meal. "Oh, this one has the peaches! Hey, Mr. Store Man? All I want out of this meal is the peaches. Do I really hafta buy the whole thing?"
The three of them turn to stare at us and I instantly raise my hands to indicate I've nothing to do with this request. He heads over in our direction as Calleigh and Ziva stop their battling long enough to see exactly what's going on.
"It's a full meal, girlie," rumbles the old biker. "Didn't you see the bin of desserts?"
"No!" She drops the meal back into the bin and reaches for the other bin he's pointing to, quickly pulling up a much smaller packet. "Score! Do you have any more of these? Cuz I'll buy like your whole stock. Seriously, I will. I love these peaches that much."
He turns to stare at Calleigh. "Calleigh girl, this is definitely an interesting little--"
"Pack," Ziva supplies for him.
"Pack you've got here," he finishes. "I'm gonna head into the back to get the peaches. Can you keep an eye on things for me, Cal?"
"You got it, Sonny," she replies brightly. "And go ahead and bring out whatever stock you want to sell of the peaches for Abby. Put it on my bill. I don't mind indulging her a bit."
Abby squeals and runs over to hug Calleigh enthusiastically, peppering her face with wetly smacking kisses. "You're the best, Calleigh!"
I grin at her display of affection, only slightly started when Ziva materializes at my side. "Are you ready to give in to Calleigh's demands yet?"
"I do not negotiate with terrorists," she murmurs against the side of my throat, arm going around my waist.
"You'd better hope she doesn't actually hear you say that," I tease, stroking my hand down her side. "Besides, does it really matter what gun you use as long as it works? Especially when you've got these" -- I stroke the rise of her ass just under the tip of the hidden knife sheath -- "that you're so good with?"
She chuckles throatily and nips at my collarbone. "So you're saying I should just give in to her demands so we can leave this place?"
I nod slowly, shifting to meet her lips in a gentle kiss. She pulls me closer, hands sliding into the back pockets of my jeans as one leg slips between mine. Moaning softly, I can feel my nipples stiffening as they brush against her equally aroused nipples. I still haven't figured out exactly what it is that makes me so easily turned on by this woman, only that I've never regretted a moment of the time we've been together.
The sensation of the counter moving against my hip pulls me back from her intoxicating kiss to blink stupidly at Ziva's sudden low growl. Turning, I can see Sonny standing there watching us with an amused leer on his face.
"Shh, Ziva," I murmur, stroking her cheek. "It's okay. I'm okay."
"You win, Calleigh," Ziva finally says, eyes burning into mine. " We'll buy the damned gun you want, and whatever else you wanted me to get. But it's time to get some food and go home. Now."
"I agree," Calleigh chuckles darkly and turns to hand her credit card to Sonny, who is packing up the Lady Smith and Wesson into its case.
"How about I have the peaches delivered to your office over at MDPD?" Sonny offers with a knowing grin.
"I think we can live with that," Calleigh replies, signing her name with a flourish before she takes back her card.
And that's when I notice the three cases of freeze-dried peaches on the counter next to me. The packet Abby'd had is mysteriously empty, and Calleigh is suddenly sporting a hickey on her neck that hadn't been there when we'd walked in. What have they been doing while Ziva and I kissed? But does it really matter? We'll all benefit from this little shopping trip. Abby can get her boots another day. We have far more important things to take care of right now.