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Abby's hands once again found their way into Ziva's back pockets and pulled their hips together tightly. "Too many clothes…" she mumbled into their kiss, causing Ziva to laugh.

"I couldn't agree more." Ziva lifted herself easily off of Abby's prone form and brought her hands to the zipper holding the girl's impossibly short skirt in place.

Abby lifted her hips automatically to let Ziva tug her skirt and panties off but pouted when the agent made no move to undress herself. "I meant you!" Leaving the pockets behind, pale hands reached to release Ziva's fly. She managed only one button before Ziva grasped her wrists firmly and pressed them to the bed above her head.

"I knew exactly what you meant, Abigail." Ziva leaned forward to nip at Abby's lower lip, still locked in a sexy pout. "But since you are having trouble being patient…"

Abby could only watch and hope as Ziva shifted one hand to clasp both of her wrists, freeing up the other to dip into the bedside stand. All traces of the pout disappeared when Ziva withdrew a pair of thick leather handcuffs. Instead, Abby eyed first the cuffs, then her dark captor, hungrily.

Nimble fingers unsnapped the decorative bracers adorning Abby's wrists and buckled the cuffs in their place, looping a link around a headboard slat before attaching it to its mate. Ziva watched a devilish smirk spread on crimson lips as her captive tested her restraints. She enjoyed another moment of looking over her handiwork before Abby broke her reverie.

"So you've got me. Now what?" Her voice and her eyes held a challenge as she pinned Ziva with her own heated gaze.

Ziva's eyes narrowed dangerously but inwardly she was pleased with Abby's daring nature, even in her currently vulnerable position. Still, she would not dignify the woman's challenge with a response. Instead she shook her head slightly, warningly, and drew back so that there was no longer any contact between their bodies.

Once again the sight of flawless porcelain skin decorated with occasional intricate tattoos drew Ziva in with the desire to leave her own mark on such an exquisite canvas. She reached out with a single index finger extended to trace a feather-light path along Abby's collarbones, ghosting her way teasingly inward from shoulder to chest, first one side then the other. Her finger hovered for a moment in the graceful gap at the juncture of clavicles and sternum, not quite touching but feeling the obvious heat passing between their bodies before suddenly dragging a blunt fingernail firmly down unsuspecting flesh. A satisfied smirk spread on her lips at the resultant gasp and bright pink line from throat to navel. Goosebumps bloomed in Ziva's wake as she scratched both hands along Abby's ribcage then downward over the rise of her hipbones.

Knowing her pretty pink trails weren't likely to even last the night, Ziva changed her tactic. She lowered her lips to taste the soft skin of Abby's chest, nibbling and sucking with bruising intensity. Each hiss and moan simply spurred her on as she left a trail of angry purple bruises to mark her journey downward.

Abby arched wantonly against Ziva's exploring mouth as she lingered around her hipbones. The feel of teeth nipping and dragging sharply against her sensitive skin was electric. Each little bite brought a fresh wave of pleasure that shot straight to her core. Abby fought to keep her eyes open so she could watch Ziva marking her and enjoy her seductive, territorial gaze. When Ziva's thick curls fell to obscure her face, Abby allowed her eyes to flutter closed. She felt her legs nudged apart before teeth sank into the tender flesh of her inner thigh.

As Ziva inched closer to her goal, she followed each vicious nip with a soothing sweep of her tongue. The evidence of Abby's arousal greeted her and she reveled in the sweet saltiness. Each taste drew her further in until she finally reached the source. Abby let out a long moan and lifted her hips to meet Ziva's questing tongue. Ziva took her time tasting and exploring, first lightly swiping along the outer folds before delving deeper to gather Abby's rich essence on her tongue, all the while deftly avoiding the one spot Abby wanted her attention most. She traced her tongue as close as she dared and heard a plaintive moan along with the straining of the cuffs against the headboard. She couldn't help the growl of satisfaction that rose on her lips, which only heightened Abby's need.

"Ziva, please?"

"Please what, Abby?"

"You know what." Abby forced her eyes open to meet Ziva's gaze.

"Mm. YOU need to say it. Or…," Ziva drew slowly away.

Stubborn green eyes warred with fiery brown until Abby finally let out a tiny sigh. She flashed her sexiest pout before speaking. "Make me cum. I need to cum for you."

Ziva could only moan in response as Abby's words and raspy, needy tone made her pulse quicken. There was no way she could deny such a delicious request. She stretched up for an impulsive kiss and playfully captured Abby's lower lip between her teeth before they parted. She quirked a devilish eyebrow and once again slid down the inviting body beneath her. "If that is what you want."

Abby itched to bury her hands in Ziva's hair as the agent came to rest between her thighs. Instead she could only clutch the headboard convulsively when she finally felt Ziva's lips wrap around her clit. "Ngh. Ahh… Oh god, yeah!"

Ziva continued her rhythmic suction as Abby's thighs began to twitch. She reached one arm across pale hips to still their movement. Her other hand found its way to Abby's hot core. Two fingers dipped teasingly inside then retreated, drawing a needy whimper from crimson lips. Ziva continued the tease again and again, delighting to the sounds it elicited. Finally she was awarded with the sexiest growl she ever heard.

"Z, please! Fuck me now!"

Ziva wasted no time obliging, as she greedily buried two fingers within Abby's depths. She filled her with strong, deliberate strokes as she redoubled her focus on Abby's clit. When she sensed the walls begin to contract around her she curled her fingers to drag against her lover's g-spot. Abby's responding climax was explosive and Ziva continued her attentions; coaxing one, two more before Abby begged for a break to recover. As Ziva moved to release Abby from her bonds she realized with a note of surprise that she had some 'recovering' of her own to do. She guessed she really shouldn't be all that surprised, no one had ever affected her quite like Abby seemed to.