We left the club and got a cab back to her place not much talking took place just kissing and her rubbing my cock through my jeans. Every time i tried...to rub her pussy she kept being my hands back up to her boobs."Later" she saidSo we kept kissing and she kept rubbing my cock unzipped my jeans and stroked it the driver could see but said nothing. I almost came right there but we pulled up just before i could. I paid and fixed myself and then got out. We went up to her apartment and straight to. He felt dizzy. The smell of her, the gentle caress of her lips on his neck and the soft scratching of her nails on his bare chest. He could feel his arousal pushing against the fabric of his pants.Suddenly her hands left his chest and she spun his chair around to face her. He gasped. She wore a simple white blouse, unbuttoned to below her black satin bra, and a black miniskirt. Her legs were covered by black stockings. Her hair was down around her shoulders."What's going on, Stephanie?" Shhh.. “On the other hand, they didn’t have anything better to do,” I chuckled as I tossed back some Fireball whiskey now, “I, on the other hand, don’t wish to follow the script so much myself. Maybe the Mark of the Beast, just to know who’s on my side ... maybe. I’d hate to doom anyone, but if we win, they won’t be doomed, after all. Still, the thought of the plagues that anyone marked with it would suffer, not even counting eternal torment. If I don’t impose the Mark, Jehovah will have to figure out. Tony noticed a faint scar, at the top of Ziva's navel."War wound?" No, an, um, experiment, I had it pierced, in college." Is that the only one you had?" Yes." Can I kiss it?" Ooh, yes."Tony knelt down, holding her hips as he tenderly kissed around her hard abs, Ziva moaning softly. He then darting his tongue in and out of her shallow navel, making Ziva groan even more, leaning her head back, trying to get more air.She held onto the table with one hand, the other gripping Tony's silky.