Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Genre: Het, Mentions of Threesome, Slash, Femslash
Pairings: Ziva/McGee; Gibbs/Abby/Tony
Word Count: 5x100
Written For: cassanlynx from prompt here.
Written For: ncis_drabble; Past Challenge #61 Lost
Crossposted: ncis_drabble; ncisfanfic; ncis_fic
Summary: They both found solace in each other after losing what they could never have.
It was a complete accident when she saw the three of them together in Abby's lab. She had taken the stairs as opposed to the elevator and just before she reached the trigger for the glass sliding doors, she saw them. The three of them were standing close together. At first glance, there was nothing amiss. Then she noticed hands in places that co-workers did not normally place their hands. She could not look away as the two men pressed kisses along Abby's jaw. In that moment, Ziva David realized she would never be able to have Abby as hers.
It was a complete accident when he saw the three of them together in Abby's lab. Abby had apparently forgotten he was in the inner office working on the wiring under her desk. If she had remembered, he never would have seen the moment in the lab. He watched in shocked silence as the two men pressed close on each side of her and left a trail of kisses on their way to her mouth. Then came the blow to his gut. Tim's heart broke as he saw the kiss shared between the two men. Tony would never be his.
After they left, Tim found himself stumbling into the lab. He looked up when the whoosh of the doors revealed Ziva standing in silence looking at him. From the look on her face, he could tell she had lost something too. He asked her, not expecting an answer. She told him with one word, "Abby." He found himself replying in kind with, "Tony." They left together and didn't speak a word as Ziva took him to her apartment. Once they were in the seclusion of the bedroom, Tim found the courage to ask, "Can you make me think it's him?"
Ziva gave Tim a consenting nod to his question and added in a whisper, "As long as I can pretend you are her." With Tim's agreement, they did not talk; talking would break the illusions they were both trying to maintain. Ziva stripped Tim, working her hands over his body. Then she pushed him face down on the bed before turning to a dresser drawer. Taking the object she had longed to use with Abby, she prepared herself to take Tim instead. She took time to open him up and he groaned as she slid her silicone cock deep inside.
They were lost. Tim pictured in his mind that Tony DiNozzo was kneeling behind him, thrusting balls deep into his welcoming ass. Each time the hand wrapped around his aching cock, it was Tony. Each puff of breath on his back was Tony. In kind, Ziva had her eyes closed as she pushed with increasing speed into the warm body beneath her. It was Abby that was writing beneath her. It was Abby that was making the mewling sounds as she was pushed closer to her climax. When they came, they cried out their desires that would never be fulfilled.