"Date Night" (Abby/Ziva)
Title: Date Night
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Abby/Ziva
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary: Abby and Ziva have dinner, and dessert. Originally written as two fics for the Femslash Land Prompting challenge. The fic has been altered from the original and smooshed into one.
Warnings: f/f sexytimes
Ziva David took a long soak in the bath comtemplating the night ahead. It was the first time they had gone out together on a real date. The restaurant they were going to was pretty fancy so she'd have to wear something very very nice.
Once out of the bath she went to her wardrobe. Frankly there wasn't a lot that fit the requirements. Most of her clothes were utilitarian, bought with ease of movement and the concealment of weapons in mind.
She rummaged through her options and settled on a knee-length scarlet halter-neck dress. With it she wore a thin black belt around her waist. She put on a little make up; a touch of blusher on her cheeks, a pale pink lipstick and a hint of dark eyeliner.
Ziva took a cab to the restaurant.
She went in through the large glass double doors and found Abby wairing for her in the small bar at the front of the establishment. Abby saw her coming in and quickly walked over to meet her.
Abby looked stunning.
She was wearing a long black stappy dress that clung to her body in all the right places. It went down to just below her knees, with a little slit up the right side that gave the occasional glimpse of creamy skin as Abby walked. Her hair was, as it often was, in pigtails.
"Ziva...wow, you look...amazing," Abby smiled.
"Amazing doesn't even begin to describe you."
Abby blushed.
They stood looking at each other appreciatively, and happy to be looked at in return. Abby reached out and took Ziva's hand. "Shall we?"
Hand in hand they approached the host; a tall tanned, man with slicked back black hair. "Table for David," Ziva said.
The man looked at their joined hands and raised his eyebrows. "Of course," he said and looked down the reservations list. "Ah here were are, table for two," he looked up again and smiled, grabbed a couple of menus. "If you'll follow me."
They followed him, still holding hands, to a two person table. He pulled out the chairs for them in turn. They sat and smiled at each other across the neatly arranged table. A small candle in the middle added to the romantic atmosphere.
"This place is really really nice," Abby said, "have you been here before?"
"No," Ziva shook her head. "Tony recommended it to me. He said bringing a girl here was a guaranteed way of getting laid."
Abby laughed. "I think he might be right."
They ordered a $70 bottle of wine while they looked over the menu.
They talked, they laughed, they ordered their food and sipped the wine. Both of them had salad starters.
After they'd had their appetizers the waiter collected their plates and topped up their glasses. "Wow I'm starting to feel the wine already," Abby said. Ziva laughed. "I'll be right back," Abby stood and headed in the direction of the restrooms.
Ziva took a mouthful of wine, then tapped the rim of the glass with her finger, looking in the direction of the restroom thoughtfully. She took another sip of the wine then headed to the bathroom too. She passed their waiter, who looked at her then at the empty table. "We'll be back soon," Ziva said. The waiter just nodded.
The ladies room was modern and clean with four stalls. As Ziva went in a woman in her forties was going out. Only the far stall had a closed door.
Abby flushed and came out of the stall, surprised to see Ziva standing at the sinks. "Couldn't be without me that long?," she said as she started washing her hands. While her hands were in the stream of water from the faucet Ziva moved around behind her. "What are you...?" Ziva began tugging at the bottom of her dress. "Ziva!"
Ziva quickly crouched, her hands finding their way under Abby's dress, stroking up the backs of her legs. Abby shut off the water. "Hands on the counter, if you don't keep them there I'll stop," Ziva said, her hands resting on Abby's butt.
"What if someone comes in?" Abby looked to the door nervously.
"I thought you might find that part of the...thrill," Ziva whispered in her ear, fingers hooking over the waistband of her panties.
"Maybe..." Abby bit her bottom lip, she put her palms flat on the counter. Ziva slowly pulled down her underwear. Scuito didn't move. She was wearing black lace boyshort style panties, or at least she had been before Ziva brought them down so they were around her ankles.
"Lift," Ziva said, patting Abby's right leg.
Abby raised her feet one at a time to let Ziva completely remove her underwear.
Ziva stood up again behind Abby, looking her lover in the eyes in the mirror above the sinks. Abby opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by the restroom door opening.
The former mossad agent scrunched up the panties in her hand, using her body to shield them from view.
A redhead, perhaps twenty-five, in a slinky green dress that proudly displayed her very large, very fake looking breasts entered. She gave them a puzzled looked and went into one of the cubicles, locking the door.
Zive shot each other a wide-eyed look in the mirror. Ziva was first to crack into a broad grin, leaning in to whisper. "Did you see her tits?"
Abby stifled a giggle.
Ziva leaned in over her shoulder and kissed her on the lips long and soft. She took Abby's hand and they went back to the table.
Abby did feel a thrill sitting at dinner without her panties. It felt sexy just her and Ziva knowing. She wondered what underwear, if any, her lover had on under her dress.
The two of them ate a little faster than normal, and between them finished the bottle of wine.
"Can I offer you anything else, dessert? Coffee?" The waiter asked when they were done.
"No thanks," Abby smiled.
As he went to get the check Ziva leaned forward, taking Abby's hands in hers. "I booked us a suite, if you'd like to join me for...dessert."
Abby nodded. "Can't wait."
***
They were all over each other the moment the door closed.
Ziva broke off, and stepped back when Abby tried to resume. The scientist whimpered. "It's time for dessert Abbigail," Agent David smiled and crossed the room. She lifted the phone from the bedside table and looked over the room service menu as she dialed. "Hello, room service? Yes, I'd like your strawberries and some strawberry ice-cream. Yes. Thank you." Ziva put the phone down and smiled. "It'll be right up."
Ziva sat on the bed, Abby came over and sat beside her.
Neither of them were particularly good at waiting.
Abby made the first move, leaning in, kissing Ziva's neck and moving up to her ear to suck and lick around the lobe. Ziva moaned quietly, Abby knew just where to kiss to get her going.
Ziva moved onto the floor, kneeling in front of Abby, her hands moving up the inside of her legs, slowly pushing them apart. Abby's heartbeat quickened feeling her lover's fingers caressing her thighs. Abby flopped back on the bed, spreading her legs wider. Ziva didn't need any more encouragement, kissing up the inside of her leg, slowly moving closer and closer.
"Please..." Sciuto whispered. Ziva's tongue finally made contact, flicking out to tease Abby's lower lips. Just as tongue and clit were getting acquainted there was a knocking at the door and a call of "Room Service!"
"Fuck!" Abby exclaimed.
Ziva backed out from under Abby's dress and slowly licked her lips before getting up and heading to the door.
Abby sat up smoothing the dress down to protect her modesty.
The young man entered the room, setting the tray on the room's small table near the door. He looked at the two woman. They didn't need psychic powers to know what he was thinking.
Ziva tipped him and he, reluctantly, left them to it. She took the tray over and set it on the bed beside Abby. She picked up one of the plump strawberries, dipped it in the ice-cream and put it to Abby's lips. Abby bit into it slowly, looking her girlfriend in the eyes.
They fed each other coated strawberries between long slow kisses. Abby felt a warmth in her chest that spread out over her whole body. She knew without a doubt she had fallen hard for Ziva. It both excited and scared her.
Once they had finished the fruit they resumed making out until Ziva again broke off. "I'd like you naked," she said and untied the frabric around her neck, undoing her belt. She stood and let her dress fall to the floor, leaving her completely nude. Abby smiled; that certainly answered the questions of whether or not Ziva had been wearing underwear at dinner.
Abby approached her, getting not quite close enough to kiss, then turned. "Could you please unzip me?" The way she said it, she might as well have said 'could you please fuck me?'
Ziva pulled down the zipper, and moments later it joined her garment on the floor. From behind Ziva slid her arms under Abby's, hands running over bared breasts. She felt Abby's nipples harden to taut peaks as she gently squeezed the soft mounds. Every touch from Ziva was like electricity. "The bed," Ziva whispered in Abby's ear, pinching her nipples.
Abby didn't want to leave the embrace but she did, getting on the bed.
Ziva knelt beside Abby, the bowl of strawberry ice-cream in front of her. She used one of the two spoons to place a small measure of the cold dessert onto Abby's nipples.
Abby gasped at the cold on her warm skin. Then came Ziva's tongue and mouth, locking and sucking up every drop of the quickly melting sweetness, relishing the taste. She dipped a finger in the ice-cream and offered it to Abby as she began covering her nipples again.
Carefully Ziva placed ice-cream on Abby's body: Her stomach, her breasts, her thighs. The cold raised goosebumps on her skin. As Ziva made her way around the blobs of ice-cream the melted liquid running down and pooling on her body, dripping down her sides onto the bedsheets.
"This is so messy!" Abby laughed.
Ziva licked the last of the ice-cream from Abby's hip while at the same time she used her fingers to brush over the soft folds between her legs. She moved up, her lips finding Abby's.
Abby rolled them so she was on top. They kisses, hands exploring each other. Then Abby grabbed the ice-cream bowl and poured the remaining dessert over Ziva's chest, the pink liquid spreading out over it. Abby lunged in with her mouth, paying special attention to Ziva's hard nipples.
As she sucked on her lover's left nipple Abby moved her knee up between Ziva's legs. Ziva shifted to press her thigh up against Abby's wetness in return.
Their lips met again. They didn't care that their bodies were sticky from the dessert, they wanted each other, needed each other, griding faster and faster.
Ziva brought her hand up to the scientist's breast, squeezing, thumb circling and rubbing over the nipple. Their tongues dancing, constantly moving as they kissed passionately.
The Israeli flipped them over, taking the dominant position, as she often did when they were together. She pinched Abby's nipple harder, pulling on it. She made her way down Abby;s body with an urgency usually reserved for chasing down a killer. She hooked her arms under Abby's legs and gripped her thighs, pulling them apart. Her mouth went straight for Abby's wet cunt. She sucked and licked, quickly focusing on her clitoris, stroking it up and down.
"Yes! Yes, oh yes, that's it, yes!" Abby moaned, gripping the bedsheets in both fists, raising her hips to meet the wonderful mouth of her love.
Ziva relished the scents and taste of Abby's pussy, unrelenting in her skillful oral assault. She didn't stop when Abby's moans peaked.
"Ziva! Ziva! Oh fuck, fuck fuck fucking fuck!" The stimulation of her clit was completely overwhelming her.
After bringing her to a second orgasm Ziva at last took her mouth off her lover. She crawled up beside Abby, kissing her on the lips again. Abby licked around Ziva's lips, tasting herself.
"Your turn," Abby said catching her breath and made to go down and return the favor.
Ziva smiled and nodded. "But I want you up here," she patter Abby's butt with one hand and her mouth with the other. Abby's eyes lit up and she turned around, knees at Ziva's shoulders, facing down her toned body, pussy just an inch above her lips.
Abigail bent forward and lowered her hips.
Ziva spread her legs wide, feet flat on the bed. They eagerly lapped at each other's wetness, thrusting and grinding against the other's mouth.
With her lips embracing Ziva's clit two of Abby's fingers slid in deep. Agent David purred with pleasure, the vibrations buzzing against Abby's clit. "Oh fuck me." Ziva moaned and brought her hand down on Abby's right buttock.
Abby moaned at the spank and did exactly as asked, pumping her fingers hard and deep twisting and wriggling them. Her lover's fingernails were digging into her butt as she fucked her. "Harder! Harder!" Ziva groaned, smacking Abby again.
Both of them climaxed more times than they could count.
In the end they were tangled together exhausted and completely satisfied.
"We need to go on dates more often," Abby sighed.