Spring is in the Air

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“Come on, Daisy, spring is in the air can’t you feel it?”  Buck nudged closer to his hot little doe, eager to move beyond the kissy stage so he could prove his big wig status.  “Relax, loosen up…let me help you with those buttons.”

“Just a few.”

‘Just a few’, what was with this ‘just a few crap’.  This was their third date and he still hadn’t gotten on base.  Now she was ‘just a fewing?’  What was with does these days?  His pop always talked about how hot to trot the little ladies were to rut back in his day, but now all the females seemed to be uppity and frigid.

“Come on, Daisy, trust me, I’m worth more than just a few.”

“What’s the rush, Buck?” She pushed at his chest, putting room between him and her awesome rack.  “This is only our third date…hey, did you hear that?”

Buck huffed; they clearly had different ideas about what happens on a third date.  “Can I as least slip my hands under your shirt?  Get a little hand action on your titt…ow, what’s with the pinching?”

“Did you hear that, Buck?”

Gone was the warm weight of her on top of him.  Now she stood outside the car, buttoning up the ridiculously few buttons he’d just gotten open.  “I didn’t hear shit, Daisy.  I mean we’re in the woods and its calm tonight.”

“We’re being watched, Buck.  Did you tell your buddies where we were going to be tonight?  Are those idiots out there hoping to catch a show or something?”

“No.” Buck winced, hoping Stan and Pug had the good sense to leave quietly.

“This car…” She pointed wildly, looking back and forth between him and the wheels. “Oh Buck, please tell me you didn’t – this looks like Ziva’s convertible.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” He grunted, hating that she was making him feel like a child over something stupid like a car.  “It was in the parking lot with the keys in it.  It was begging to be taken on a joy ride.”

“Gawd, you idiot!  Give me my purse.”

Buck reached into the side seat and grabbed her little black thing and lifted it over his head, just out of her reach.  “Why do you want it?”

“I’m getting out of here.”  She gasped.

She jumped for the purse, treating him to the sexy bounce and sway of her breasts with each move.  “Don’t go yet…”

“You jerk.  Do you know that now I’ll be dragging my butt down to the Gazette bright and early tomorrow to apologize to Ziva for accepting a date with a stupid dork like you.”

“Hey, I’m not that bad…”

“Yes, you are.  And so are you, Stan and Pug, go home!”  She yelled, before turning back to him and poking repeatedly into his chest.  “If Ziva doesn’t accept my apology I’m throwing you under the bus!”

“Geez, you’re such a bitch.”

The bushes rustled and to his right the largest wolf he’d ever seen appeared along with the woman of the hour, the owner of the car…one pissed off and naked she with his painful death glittering in her eye.

“At least you’re finally complimenting the girl, Buck.”

“I’m-I’m sorry, it was a dumb, er, idea.” He struggled to keep his eyes off the awesome tits on the angry wolf.  Maybe he was dating the wrong animal.

“Shut up, dinner.”

Buck fought the urge to piss himself as the large male to Ziva’s side growled.  There would be no easy death with these two.  He could only hope they’d show him some mercy.

“Daisy dear, no harm no foul, we’ve all dated a loser at one time or another.  Can you drive a stick?”

“Yes, Ziva.”

“Good. Give her, her purse, ground chuck and the keys.  Take it back to the paper for me, Daisy.  I’ll come by for my keys later.”

Buck got a sick feeling in his stomach that there would be no mercy tonight, so he switched to groveling.  “I’ll do that and I’ll get it cleaned…inside and out…”

“Nope, I don’t think so, Buck-chuck. You are going to run…”

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Daisy heaved a sigh of relief as she walked to work the next morning and saw Buck cleaning the rims of Ziva’s car with a toothbrush.  She stifled a giggle at the sign on his back that read ‘pants pissing joy rider ask me about my night.’  She’d never go out with him again, but she was glad to see that Nick and Ziva had employed a scare tactic and embarrassing sign as punishment.  Hopefully, this would teach him a lesson.

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May the spring find you and fill you full of health, hope and love!


Serena