Fic: A Tragic Love
Title: A Tragic Love
Prompt: #98 Club
Pairing: Ziva
Disclaimer: *checks* nope I don't own them. Wishing I do doesn't count though.
Written for: tth100
Part One
Faith could not help but feel relieved when she received a phone call from Ziva telling her that the case had finally been solved. It had been weeks since they had spent some quality time together and Faith was beginning to feel lonely. It wasn’t something she had ever felt before and it scared her to death. Faith had never been the type of person who depended on someone else to survive. But as she walked to the club to meet up with Ziva Faith realized that she couldn’t live without Ziva. The woman controlled every waking thought and she even consumed every dream. Faith sighed realizing if the rest of the gang could see her now they would laugh at how soft she had become. But when Faith spotted Ziva waiting on line for her she knew it was all worth it.
“Hey babe,” Faith greeted before she leaned in for a kiss.
“Hey yourself,” Ziva said.
It seemed the bouncer noticed the kiss because moments later they were being told they could enter. Not only that but they got in for free.
“I think we need to do that more often,” Faith whispered into her girl friends ear.
Ziva shot her a look and Faith knew that she agreed. Every once in awhile they had gone clubbing, but this was the first time that their relationship had benefited them. Then again they had never displayed their relationship like that before they had entered the club. Faith allowed Ziva to lead her to the dance floor where they began their routine. It was something they did in almost every club they went to. As they danced close to each other it seemed like they were grabbing the attention of every guy, and even the occasional girl, in the club. Some guys even thought that they were able to get the chance to dance with them, but in Faith and Ziva’s mind they were the only ones on the dance floor. Nothing else mattered to them.
Prompt: #98 Club
Pairing: Ziva
Disclaimer: *checks* nope I don't own them. Wishing I do doesn't count though.
Written for: tth100
Part One
Faith could not help but feel relieved when she received a phone call from Ziva telling her that the case had finally been solved. It had been weeks since they had spent some quality time together and Faith was beginning to feel lonely. It wasn’t something she had ever felt before and it scared her to death. Faith had never been the type of person who depended on someone else to survive. But as she walked to the club to meet up with Ziva Faith realized that she couldn’t live without Ziva. The woman controlled every waking thought and she even consumed every dream. Faith sighed realizing if the rest of the gang could see her now they would laugh at how soft she had become. But when Faith spotted Ziva waiting on line for her she knew it was all worth it.
“Hey babe,” Faith greeted before she leaned in for a kiss.
“Hey yourself,” Ziva said.
It seemed the bouncer noticed the kiss because moments later they were being told they could enter. Not only that but they got in for free.
“I think we need to do that more often,” Faith whispered into her girl friends ear.
Ziva shot her a look and Faith knew that she agreed. Every once in awhile they had gone clubbing, but this was the first time that their relationship had benefited them. Then again they had never displayed their relationship like that before they had entered the club. Faith allowed Ziva to lead her to the dance floor where they began their routine. It was something they did in almost every club they went to. As they danced close to each other it seemed like they were grabbing the attention of every guy, and even the occasional girl, in the club. Some guys even thought that they were able to get the chance to dance with them, but in Faith and Ziva’s mind they were the only ones on the dance floor. Nothing else mattered to them.