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[ Alien drinks are deceptively mild going down, and alien bar patrons are outrageously convincing.

Day two, being temporarily stranded on this planet, and while they were fortunate enough to come across several of the supplies they needed for repair the last thing they needed was unfortunately going to be the hardest to come by, as it required them to wait until one of the local trade ships made its return in a week. That meant killing time on an unknown world and trying not to go stir crazy.

Thankfully there was no shortage of things to do here, apparently. Upon learning that there was a mall to explore the pilots had immediately set out, something about finding a TV and something about a "food court"... whatever that was. Hunk tried to describe it, but between trying not to notice Lance's flirtation and following Hunk's expressive explanation she wasn't sure she had a clear image. Something about a large gathering of food vendors, NOT a place for any sort of legal proceedings like the Tribunal in Ishgard. O... kay then... She definitely wanted to stop by sometime before they left but not tonight- no. Tonight she thought the four older residents of the castle could go find something to do together, but Allura had other plans. The princess had said something about not missing out a second time, and of course Coran was having none of it, so he was going along to play escort. That left just Shiro and Ziva.

After their escapades in the closet their relationship status had stayed there, complicated. Shiro's concerns weren't entirely unfounded, after all, even if Ziva didn't necessarily share his initial opinion. The fact that they were gearing up for a final showdown with Zarkon was exactly why she wanted to make every moment count. Living with regrets isn't something she cares to repeat, but she wants to respect his wishes. So until they've sorted things out their current status has a big old "IT'S COMPLICATED" on it. It's a talk they need to have, since things were cut rather abruptly short by the power returning to the castle and their timely "rescue" by Keith and Hunk.

Anyway... This is how Shiro and Ziva wound up wandering the planet's "night scene", and how they'd come across a not-quite-seedy but definitely-not-wholesome either bar... diner... thing.

"Stop for a bite?"

Sure, why not? They'd earned some coin earlier by helping out some locals in need of some assistance, might as well get a meal with the cash right?

This is probably more than he'd bargained for, though.

He'd stepped out to check in with the others. She should've been fine. She'd opted to stay back and see if she couldn't pick up on any rumors about Galra movements or plans, and in the process of appearing harmless with a few drinks at the bar she'd become quickly rather more inebriated than she'd wholly intended.

When he comes back inside he'll be in for quite a surprise, greeted by Ziva still thankfully MOSTLY dressed, but stripped down to her undershirt, pants, and boots and dancing on the bar to cheers and catcalls. ~~Get it? CATCALLS~~. Some folks are even starting to pull out alien bills. Upon spotting him again a rosy cheeked miqo'te's ears give a delighted wiggle, and she beckons enticingly.

"Come dance with me!"

This is the woman you've decided to possibly lay your affections with Shiro what are you gonna do? ]

[ Discretion, we knew thee well.

A night out on the town, a simple dinner at an alien (This deep out in space, to be fair, everything is alien.) establishment, simple? Maybe it COULD have been, if Ziva's curiosity hadn't gotten the better of her.

To be totally fair, though, she'd been trying to blend in, underestimated the potency of the local drinks. How was she supposed to know that the deceptively smooth, soothing colored shot she'd been handed would have all but knocked her on her ass? It was like that time Hunk tried a free sample and had gone from zero to HELL IN YOUR MOUTH in zero seconds.

Shiro, much to his credit, had somehow managed to either convince or wrangle her down from the bar and out with her clothes intact, and gotten her back to the ship in one piece. It was late into the evening by then but he managed it. Now, as the two climbed the steps leading into the long corridor heading for her room (after a very awkward, yet somehow hilarious pit stop in one of the communal areas ~~R.I.P. Lance's dreams of the future Mrs. Blue Lion, take 3~~) it became clear that Ziva didn't make any sort of distinction between being in private and being in public, or semi-public, because her volume is a bit everywhere, and let's just say it's not the only thing. ]

How much further is it? This'd be mush... [ Wait, no, that's not right- ] much [ THERE we go! ] easier if we were sitting down, sweetling.

[ "This" being her apparent, persistent, valiant attempts to seduce him, because she definitely hasn't stopped half-clinging, kissing, or fondling him since he got her down from the bar. Her free hand running through his hair whenever they had to stop to take a break, her lips teasing at his throat, nibbling at his skin, kissing his jawline, his temple, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, the shell of his ear- nibbling at his earlobe?? She's unstoppable at the moment. If she hadn't needed one arm to keep herself supported on his shoulder- Hell, sometimes not even THAT stopped her and there were one or two instances on the walk back where he'd had to hook her by the waist to keep her from suddenly twirling around to pivot on one foot when something caught her attention.

Finally, though, they manage to make it to her room, and that's the point when Ziva's arms wind around- LOCK around Shiro's neck and she takes the opportunity to get closer, her chest pressed firmly against his rather suddenly, her voice still loose but also thick with obvious want. ]

Hmmm, if you wanted to get me alone, all you had to do was ask... You're staying, aren't you?

[ Hope you can concentrate through more of her kisses along your throat and fingers in your hair there, Shiro, because that's what she's doing. ]

We're almost there.

[Discretion really was cool while it lasted.

The night did take a turn Shiro was not expecting. Despite everything that happened-- you know, alien drinks being a lot stronger than regular drinks and aliens knowing how to party just as, if not, harder than humans, and then throwing Ziva and her table-dancing shenanigans into the mix--it was fun. Even if they're supposed to be defending the universe, that doesn't mean Shiro is completely above cutting loose if the opportunity presents itself. Anything would beat thinking about Zarkon 24/7.

Though, that also doesn't mean he'd let himself get drunk, which brings him here... probably having to explain everything to Allura, Coran, and the others about what exactly is going on here eventually and trying to get Ziva to her room so she can sleep everything off (if she somehow doesn't feel the effects of the drinks in the morning, that'd be incredible), but that's proving to be a bit difficult, especially since she's been trying to seduce him the entire time. Through the kisses and groping, it's amazing Shiro didn't spontaneously combust yet. Or that they didn't topple over each other on the way up the stairs.

In fact, it's more amazing that they even managed to eventually make it to her room with little to no problems (not counting what went down in front of everyone). Just as he was about to guide her to her bed, that is when Ziva suddenly wraps her arms around his neck. L o r d....]

That's not-- [Wow. Those are definitely her lips on his neck, aren't they? Ziva, please stop making this harder than it should be!!] That's not why I'm here.

[He'll just... grab her forearms in hopes that it'll help her loosen her grip if not get her to completely let go. And exhale. He didn't even realize he was holding his breath.]

[ "Almost" wasn't quite good enough, if the way she continued trying to tempt him was any indication, but eventually "almost" became "Okay we're here!!!", and behind closed doors was exactly what they needed. Even drunk Ziva realized that there was no way Shiro would consent to doing something "indecent" out where just anyone could happen by, but the privacy of her own room? Now that was fair game.

She can hear the undertone in his words, one that tells her that he's not immune to her advances, that there's a part of him that's maybe enjoying all this a little too much. ]

Now, don't be like that, sweetling...

[ She purred enticingly, refusing to let go like he was going for. Instead she'll give him her most imploring look as he holds her at arms length. ]

There's nothin' pressin' going' on now. Stay with me, Shiro.... I can promise you I'm thinking quite clearly...

[ This isn't her first time being table-dancing drunk, sir.

And as though to prove her point- or try -Ziva lets out a LOUD purr, tail ticking like a cat getting ready to pounce, winding up. If he isn't quick enough she just might. Probably better to sit them down voluntarily. ]

Clearly enough t' know I want you out of these clothes, right now. Stop teasing me now, I don't bite that hard.

[ She's going to try to get close enough again to prove THAT point too, if his grip isn't good and secure. Look that throat was MADE for nibbling on. And kissing, and licking, and s-OKAY ZIVA THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH NOW. ]

[PLS. He's not teasing her. Honest!!!]

I'm sure you are, but you've had a lot to drink. It's best that you get some sleep instead.

[Shiro has always been a pretty sensible guy, always doing what's right, or at least what makes the most sense, even when he has to get his drunken girlfriend (!!) to lie down so she can sleep off her current, drunken state. On the other hand, Ziva's intuition isn't exactly wrong. He'd be lying to himself if he said part of him didn't like the attention and would very much like to indulge her. Unfortunately, Shiro doesn't let that get the better of him.]

Now, let's get you on the bed.

[Wait. Hold on. Let him read the situation, again. And move back once he sees her trying to lean in again.]

--so you can rest.

[THERE. Since Ziva's not letting go, he moves one of his arms back down to her waist to turn them toward the bed so he can guide her. Or try to, anyway. Don't think he didn't notice the looks she's been giving him ~~JESUS.~~]

[ . . . SHIRO PLS. That was rude. She wanted to jump on that verbal misstep!!! Oh, fine.

He's not going to budge on this. Even drunk Ziva can tell. Shiro putting his foot down always serves to sober her up a little bit, because she can tell when he means business even in her addled state of mind. So as they finally do manage to make it to her bed and he gets her to sit down she stops trying to give him the octopus treatment, though she does still catch his hands, and instead just looks back up at him, disappointed but maybe a little hopeful. ]

You really won't stay?

[ YOU COULD AT LEAST STAY WITH HER TO SLEEP SHIRO IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE FOR SEX ~~but wouldn't that be really nice-~~ I mean no it's ok.

She is going to bring his hand to her face instead so she can nuzzle against his palm like an apologetic ~~or attention demanding~~ cat. Her eyes are already closing. ]

I promise I'll b'have. Just stay. Don't want to sleep alone.

http://jurihan.tumblr.com/post/160750774279/thecommonchick-omg-this-is-the-cutest-thing Ziva tbh

zerotoshiro - 2017-05-17 01:53 (UTC) - Expand

I'm still not over how true/accurate/legit this is.

purrrrfection - 2017-07-24 03:45 (UTC) - Expand

"I don't know where you've just come from, but if you're not injured and you don't plan on being plant food I'd suggest you move that handsome arse!"

Mister tall, dark, and unfairly handsome was definitely not the prize Ziva'd expected to return with when she set out to hunt that morning.

Restlessness saw her up before the sunrise, unclear dreams leaving her with a sense of unease, but not quite dread. Something was going to happen, and soon, but she couldn't for the life of her put a finger on the what. Frustrated, she'd turned to Cirina and Temulun in hopes of finding answers. Afterwards, having been told quite certainly by both that the gods had spoken of no ill turn of events there was little other recourse than for Ziva to find a use for her excess energy. So while the others went about doing their own morning rituals the miqo'te set out, intent on doing what she did best: explore, hunt, search.

The rush of the hunt was a beautiful thing, this much Ziva had known since she was first old enough to wield a weapon and join her sisters. For all else that was going on, their time on the Azim Steppe had thus far been the most peaceful and familiar to her. It was comforting to be back among warriors, hunters, and travelers who lived solely off of the land rather than the labors of others. They pitched basic shelters, tents both simple and layered to protect from the elements. Some rarely even bothered with that much and braved the elements constantly on the move. It was a land teeming with life, wild, untamed, and her children lived or died by their own merits. It was natural order, and it was beautiful, easily just as much a comfort as her favorite childhood dish. Long before the sounds of ringing steel and outraged cries of man and beast alike had become familiar sounds, she'd been intimately familiar with the noises of the tropical forests and whistling arrows or blades. Silent kills from amidst the underbrush or treetops, unless one favored the blunt precision of the pugilists' arms. The sounds of nature had once been her lullaby, rather than the chatter of companions or patrons in inns and the bustle of cities beyond her windows.

It did, in some respects, almost seem like a homecoming, of sorts. The huntress from the islands to the South felt as though she belonged.

In other words: It was love at first sight.

She stopped to give Vari, her amber draught (a two seater came in handy when one had to cart back fresh kills or supplies), a chance to drink from a river just beyond a cave when the unnatural shuffling of a particularly large beast caught her attention.

So far into the Steppe she'd come by all manner of creature, and having traversed a good portion of the world by that point there was very little left to surprise her. The over sized Chaochu, eyeing she and her companion, however?

With a resolved grunt she'd slid her favorite blades from their sheathes and turned to face the creature. She would need to lead it away from Vari, but she was confident that she could handle the beast... until the two little ones showed up alongside.

She muttered under her breath. "... Well shite. You brought friends."

So much for the gods predictions.

Some time later, with her clothes beginning to reek of plant beast something decidedly very strange happened. Somewhere in the space between dodging gnashing teeth, wildly swinging, barbed whiskers (Antennae? Stems??), and flashes of glinting metal she was aware of a brief, blinding light and something dark and heavy hitting the ground. There was barely time to register the fact that it was a person that had landed behind her before one of the beasts behind her decided the newcomer might make a better treat than the annoying, bitey cat-thing. With a nimble backflip and another flash of her blades a very pronounced THUMP sounded, punctuated by furious, pained screeching and the tromping, staggered footfalls of one Chaochu, sans two stemwhisktennae.

"I don't know where you've just come from, but if you're not injured and you don't plan on being plant food I'd suggest you move that handsome arse!" She warned, rasp and hiss both more pronounced for the heat of battle, her eyes darting between the remaining beasts coming in to circle now.

Something had gone very, very wrong.

To be fair, lots and lots of things had gone very, very wrong in the last day or so. The fact that they had followed that skeevey Ardyn up to the depths of the Disc to try and get Titan's blessing for Noct, the Empire showing up, having to fight the Astral of Earth himself, nearly losing Noct in the process.... and then the blessing happened. A flash of light as the Empire launched an attack and the feeling of something ripping into his chest-

Then darkness.

Then the sounds of battle, but it was difficult pulling at his consciousness. What the--? There was someone, a female, calling out at him- his head lifted and he stared around him as his head spun horribly, and- shit!

He clamored up, unconsciously summoning his weapon to hand as he stared at the monster not that far from him. Where the hell was he? Where was Noct?! Still, he grit his teeth and for the moment, launched himself towards the monster. After it was gone, he could figure it out.

So he snarled low and jumped up, slamming the massive great sword along the back of that disturbing plant.

She'd seen many a strange thing in her day, as previously stated, but even after witnessing Alisae summon an aether blade from the pages of an arcane book she could scarcely believe the weapon that simply materialized in the stranger's hands. A pity there was no time to dwell on it.

While he went after the larger she set about keeping the lesser two occupied, an unusual turn of events, but experience told her it was better to deal with the smaller threats first and then combine efforts to tackle the larger. Having taken the new arrival for some manner of Dark Knight Ziva made to subtract the new additions, ignoring the angry bellow of agony from the lead monster. The wounded was staggering away now, beating a hasty retreat.

With fewer creatures to divide her attention she made quick work of her remaining opponent. Too nimble to be easily caught, she sliced, stabbed, looking for the openings that would fell them, because damn if she didn't have questions. What sort of teleportation spell was that- if it was one at all? Where had he come from? How did he summon his weapon from nothing? And most important: WHO was he?

"Be mindful of those vines! They pack one hell of a punch!"

Edited 2017-07-23 19:18 (UTC)

"Got it!" Who was she?? He pivoted on his left foot when his feet caught the ground, bringing his blade around in a swing that barely kept the tip above the ground but built all the momentum of his strength as it cracked into the side of the beast, hard enough to actually stagger it nearly to its side in a blow. It told Gladio more about the thing - the center of gravity, the weight, the strength, because if it could stand that which would have sent lesser creatures onto their side, he had to be careful.

He was forced to jerk back when a vine slammed down into the spot where he'd been standing a second ago, but he growled low (his head swimming, damn how much of a blow had he taken from Titan?!) and tried to make sure the big one stayed focused on him instead of whoever she was. She had that quick movement like Ignis and he thought he saw a pair of daggers in her hand. A style he could work with, was familiar with.

As he saw the smaller creatures running, he called out, "I've got it's attention! Just take it out!"