NCIS. Abby/Kate. 079. When?
Title: The Other Woman
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abigail Sciuto, Caitlin Todd, Ziva David
Pairings: Abby/Kate/Ziva
Prompt: 079 When?
Word Count: 316
Rating: R
Summary: Ziva is tired of being second.
A/N: This is kind of a depressing story to start the table off... but... *shrug* blame my muses.
Little Damn Table
She had to admit that it hurt, when she called out her name when they made love. In the beginning, she was alright with being her stand in and she had accepted the fact that, for now, she could not be her number one. She understood that she needed time and she had given it to her without any complaints.
But after eight months, Ziva was wondering when she would call her name in that moment of passion instead of hers. She did not want to push it, for the risk of losing Abby all together, but the frustration was eating her up inside. She did not like sharing Abby with a dead woman. She was never the only one in bed with Abby, there was always three of them making love.
Her fingers slid easily into Abby and her green eyes looked at her in such a way that made her feel as if she really was the only one she loved. A smile spread across her black lips as she kissed her and Ziva wondered if tonight was the night she would let go of her.
She could feel Abby getting close as she picked up the pace and whispered words of love in the goth’s ear, hoping to coax her into sharing her own words of love. Abby’s eyes closed tightly and her lips parted as she spoke the word softly as she came, “Kate.”
Ziva grit her teeth, but kissed her lovingly on the forehead all the same. She wiped her fingers on the inside of Abby’s leg and left the bed. She hastily began to redress herself as Abby watched, but stayed silent.
When would she let her go? When will she be mine?
“Soon,” Abby said, as she rolled over in the bed and turned her back to her.
That was always her first word spoken after they were finished.
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abigail Sciuto, Caitlin Todd, Ziva David
Pairings: Abby/Kate/Ziva
Prompt: 079 When?
Word Count: 316
Rating: R
Summary: Ziva is tired of being second.
A/N: This is kind of a depressing story to start the table off... but... *shrug* blame my muses.
Little Damn Table
She had to admit that it hurt, when she called out her name when they made love. In the beginning, she was alright with being her stand in and she had accepted the fact that, for now, she could not be her number one. She understood that she needed time and she had given it to her without any complaints.
But after eight months, Ziva was wondering when she would call her name in that moment of passion instead of hers. She did not want to push it, for the risk of losing Abby all together, but the frustration was eating her up inside. She did not like sharing Abby with a dead woman. She was never the only one in bed with Abby, there was always three of them making love.
Her fingers slid easily into Abby and her green eyes looked at her in such a way that made her feel as if she really was the only one she loved. A smile spread across her black lips as she kissed her and Ziva wondered if tonight was the night she would let go of her.
She could feel Abby getting close as she picked up the pace and whispered words of love in the goth’s ear, hoping to coax her into sharing her own words of love. Abby’s eyes closed tightly and her lips parted as she spoke the word softly as she came, “Kate.”
Ziva grit her teeth, but kissed her lovingly on the forehead all the same. She wiped her fingers on the inside of Abby’s leg and left the bed. She hastily began to redress herself as Abby watched, but stayed silent.
When would she let her go? When will she be mine?
“Soon,” Abby said, as she rolled over in the bed and turned her back to her.
That was always her first word spoken after they were finished.