A/N: Written for the 'Writers of the Silver Screen Challenge'. The character I chose was – no surprise there – David Rossi, with movie title 'Why Did I Get Married?". As a surprise character I received Penelope Garcia.

This story can be seen as a continuation of my two other Rossi/Garcia stories 'Office Surprise' and 'Late Night At The Office' and it is rated M as well!

Enjoy reading and feel free to leave me some feedback!

Why Did I Get Married?

"Why did you get married anyway?"

Penelope was lying contentedly in Dave's arms, her head resting against his naked chest.

They were currently at his cabin, where they spent a long weekend, relaxing, taking long walks out in the woods and primarily making love all over the house.

Right now they were lying in his bed, still too lazy to get up and have breakfast.

"Why did I get married anyway?" Dave repeated her question. "Why do you want to know that?"

"Well, you never talk a lot about your ex-wives, but when you do I always get the impression you were never really happy with any of them. Hence, the question, my Italian stallion."

Dave sighed and didn't answer right away. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her in any way, but he wasn't sure what to tell her without doing so. He knew she deserved the truth, the whole truth, and not just some short cut version of it, but if he was honest, he hadn't expected that question so soon.

"Look, you don't have to answer if you don't want to," Penelope said when the silence became to long. "I know we're not close enough to have this kind of conversation yet, and-"

He interrupted her right away, knowing he'd been giving the perfect out. Maybe trying to get her mind off of it for a while would be good.

"Not close enough? You're lying naked in my arms, in my bed. I'd say we're fairly close," he grinned and pulled her even closer, entangling his legs with hers. "But if it's not close enough for you, I certainly know a way to change that," he winked and rolled her over until he had her flat on her back.

Not giving her much chance to protest, he quickly descended his head and caught her lips with his while his hands started their own journey over her delicious body.

"David!" Penelope gasped when his lips found her pulse, gently sucking on it.

"What are you doing?" she squealed when in addition to that his fingers on her nipples matched the rhythm his mouth was setting on her neck.

"Shh, you said we weren't close enough. I'm about to change that."

He gently nudged her legs apart and settled between them.

"Hmm, you're already wet for me, Kitten," he hummed against her skin, his fingers probing her entrance. "I think I'll have a taste."

Trailing down a path from her neck over her chest to her stomach, he made sure to give her breasts the proper attention before his face disappeared between her legs. He spread he nether lips with gentle fingers and pressed a soft kiss on her exposed and engorged clit.

"Oh," a deep sigh escaped Penelope's mouth.

"Gorgeous. Fucking gorgeous," Dave muttered in response.

Penelope's sigh turned into a full grown moan when he took a delightful lick to taste her honey, and then into a high-pitched scream when he decided to give her pussy a thorough treatment with his tongue and his lips.

Within a matter of minutes he had her on the edge, screaming and begging for more. Replacing his mouth with his hand, he spread out above her again, reaching over into his nightstand to retrieve a condom.

"Hurry up!" She urged him rubbing impatiently against him as he fumbled with the foil package and rolled the condom on.

Bringing himself in position, he gently stroked down her cheek and looked deeply into her eyes.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Oh, honey, I was born rea-"

Before she could finish her sentence, he pushed forward and slid into her in one deep thrust.

"Oh fuck!" They cried out at the same time.

It didn't take them long to find the perfect rhythm that would bring them both the satisfaction they were yearning for.

Feeling the heat and tightness of her body surrounding him, Dave felt himself drawn deeper and deeper into her web. Like a spider, she had fully captured him with her threads and he realized that he didn't mind at all being caught by her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a deep, hungry kiss, while his hips rocked against her without ceasing.

All too soon he felt her walls contracting around him, trying to bring him over the edge. Driving into her frantically, he echoed her needy cries for completion and when he finally came and lost himself inside her, she wasn't far behind.

He slumped down and pressed his cheek against hers, breathing heavily as he tried to regain his senses. He was highly enjoying the fact that she held him close and wrapped up in her arms.

He would have loved to stay like that for a while longer, but he had to dispose of the condom.

Crawling back into bed with her moments later, he gathered her in his arms again, and pulled the cover over them.

"I think it's time I tell you about those three marriages of mine," he began to speak quietly after a few more moments of contented silence.