A Love Like The Stars In The Sky

Chapter 25

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Tobias Miller's POV

"D'you want to have sex with me?" Ziva asks.

I look up from the pipes she asked me to fix.

She stands over me, her face a slight smile and her eyes innocent.

My eyes trail down her body once again, her outfit reminding me that she came back from work not too long ago.

Her white button down that I'm about to tear open does nothing to hide the fact that the bra she's wearing is sheer enough to show me her nipples, which are begging to be teased and sucked on.

Her choice of a black pencil skirt instead of black pants is a nice touch, her thick thighs in those tights have been driving me crazy since I first came face to face with them and now I want them around my face.

I stand up from her fixed sink and I'm now towering over her again.

I finished working on it in 10 minutes, but I stayed to make sure it wouldn't give her any hassle.

She looks up at me, eyes holding promise and she looks at my lips.

"Or should I have asked you to kiss me first?" She asks, her voice soft and a tumble of waves I'd love to drown in.

That amongst other things.

I lean in as if I'm going to kiss her and just as she falls in, I back away.

Her eyes meet mine for a note, before I turn my back on her and I face the sink.

I hear her breathe out as I flick the tap on, thoroughly washing the grime and dirt from my hands and my arms.

After all, the toy I want to play with is sensitive.

And that which produces life can't be contaminated just because of haste.

I can feel her eyes on my back, as she watches my movements.

And then I stop.

I take a paper towel and I dry my hands with it, turning back to her and stepping out of the way.

"Your dishes. You wanted me to fix your sink so you could wash them" I say.

She nods and with a sigh, she walks past me to close the cabinet and wash them.

I stand behind her as she does, my thoughts being anything but those stupid dishes.

And she knows it.

But she ignores the heat radiating off of my body and continues washing.

I trap her between the sink and my body and I kiss her temple.

Then her cheek.

Then her neck.

She doesn't flinch.

I get back down onto my knees and I press my face into her ass.

"Dr Miller, how'd you expect me to get anything done like this?" She asks in that soft tone that keeps me up at night.

Hot and bothered but soothed by the knowledge that I'll have her screaming soon. 

"Keep going. I'll tell you when to stop" I say to her.

She says nothing so I continue.

I nearly tear her skirt lifting it over her hips and I pull her tights down.