Title: Not Your Usual Fairy Tale: Part 1 Sinful Cinderella
Author: Trista Groulx
Rating: T (for now, maybe)
Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own CM, boo, it belongs to its creator, writers, network and actors and actresses that bring them to life.
Summary: Emily Prentiss and David Rossi meet at one of Ambassador Prentiss' galas before Emily at starts and David returns to the BAU.
Notes: This pairing has peaked my interest of late. I felt like doing an AU fic where Prentiss and Rossi had a relationship which no one at the BAU knew about. I was originally going to make this uber angst but decided to write an epilogue with a happier ending then my last venture into the angst ridden world of this pairing. This fic is more or less finished on my computer, as always. But could be re-vamped to be a little dirtier but I am trying very hard to keep it "T" rated. The title comes from my need to use the sub-title "Sinful Cinderella" if I'm gonna happy ending this I'm need the parody of sorts. It's an homage to my favourite album title "Thumbelina's One Night Stand" Enjoy my lovelies. PS using first names in this one cause it's pre-FBI hope I don't slip up.
David Rossi hated events like these. His publisher had asked him to get his name out before the release of his next book; which mean that he had to go these hoity-toity charity galas. He hated rubbing elbows with Washington's rich big-wigs and politicians. He realised a long time ago if you had met one politician you had met them all. They were a dime a dozen. In his younger days he would busy himself silently profiling them while he sipped on Scotch, but these days it was no longer any fun. It was all the same. This one was cheating on his wife. That one was trying to relive her youth. They all had a category and he had figured them all day.
The hostess of this particular party was Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss, and he knew what that meant; this event was less about the charity and more about finding men for her daughter to settle down with. He had met the daughter in his younger days. Emma, or Emily Prentiss, he didn't remember. She was an angry and rebellious young woman back then. She had been a breath of fresh air at the formal event. He still remembered wondering if he would have to catch fainting women when the Ambassador's daughter had planted an open mouthed kiss on her young female friend.
He realised that that had been fifteen years ago now. The young rebellious young Prentiss had likely grown out of wild ways, and would likely not repeat her scandal on that night. Rossi was sitting at the bar, sucking back another Scotch when he saw a young woman come over. She was beautiful with long brown, almost black hair, brown eyes and rather pale skin. He had never quite understood the tan look on a woman. Her make up was fairly subdued, but her dress was not what one would expect to see at this kind of affair. She was in a knee length, red slip style dress.
"Can I get a beer?" the woman asked the bartender.
"I pegged you as wine drinker, likely red," Rossi informed her.
"Normally I am, but my mother hates it when I drink beer at these events," she explained. "How did you know that, are you some kind of profiler?"
"I used to be. Are you interested in profiling?"
"Not that it's any of your business but I am trying to get a transfer to the Behavioural Analysis Unit in the FBI."
"So you want to work with Hotch, Gideon and the team?"
She nodded. "I do. How do you know them?"
He laughed. "I've worked with them. Let me introduce myself, I'm David Rossi."
"I feel a little foolish right now. Here I am talking with David Rossi and I didn't even realise it."
"It's this damn monkey suit that I was forced to wear tonight. I hate black tie. Although I do wonder how exactly you got away with your choice of attire."
"Being the daughter of the hostess lends itself to some leeway. However had known my mother was going to put me on display like a piece of meat I might have chosen something a little more conservative. I'm Emily by the way." She smiled at him and extended her hand.
David took her hand, shaking it. She had the firm handshake that he would expect of an Ambassador's daughter. Her smile however was something different. It was intoxicating and warm. Unlike everyone else there her smile seemed genuine and friendly. There was nothing he hated more then fake people. She did not fall into that category. He realised she didn't fit into any of the usual categories he found at these events. She fit into one very personal one. She was the exact kind of woman he liked to fall hard for.
"You're the ambassador's daughter? The last time I saw you your hair was six inches higher, and I believe you were playing tonsil hockey with a woman," he laughed.
Emily blushed slightly. "I must have been very young and stupid when you first met me then. I have found other ways to make my mother squirm without starting more rumours about me."
"Such as?"
"Wearing dresses which a little bit more playful then she likes. This one time I decided to go home with a retired FBI agent and author when she planned for me to meet about twenty five other politician who I would 'just love.'"
David nearly fell off his barstool. He wasn't sure if his ears were deceiving him, or if it was just wishful thinking. But something told him that Emily had just propositioned him. He had never met a woman who had been so forward, but it excited him. She finished her beer, and got up from the barstool. He looked at the way her ass and hips swayed as she walked away. For a moment he thought he was hypnotised but the sound of her voice had brought him back to reality.
"David, are you coming?" she asked.
He got up from the barstool, glad that he had only had a few glasses of Scotch. He still had his faculties about him as he followed her outside. The cool air of the night quickly slapped away any warm buzz he had been feeling. He had been sitting at the bar most of the night, and knew Emily had only had the one beer. He was glad that neither would awake the next morning regretting finding the body next to them. A valet came over and took Emily's slip in order to return her car.
Emily smiled at him as they waited for her vehicle to come around. David smiled back at her, still not believing that this was really happening. He was shocked when he felt her lips, and most of her body, press up against him. The kiss was far from chaste, but still explorative. They both knew what this meant, and they were both excited about it; although David was still taken aback by her forwardness.
"Can you blame a girl for wanting to have a quick taste of what she is getting?" Emily asked innocently.
"I guess not," David replied hoping that the valet would not take too long.
The valet returned, having just jumped out of a blue Toyota Tokoma. He handed Emily her keys. David was surprised to discover she drove a giant truck. He had to stifle a small laugh as he pictured her climbing in and out of the vehicle wearing dresses like that. He pushed the visual out of his mind, and got into passenger side.
"Where are we going?" asked David, offering her a way out if this was just another trick she had up her sleeve in order to take years off of her mother's life.
"My place," Emily replied. "I have no idea where you live, and my place is only about fifteen blocks west of here."
"Mine would be much farther. Are you sure about this?"
David Rossi had never been the one who was being pursued like this. He felt that she deserved respect, and not to involved in some messy quickie with him. She pulled away from the event. She started toward home, but sighed when she heard what he had said. Emily thought that kissing him like she had would have quelled any of his fears.
"I wouldn't be doing this is I wasn't sure. I thought you were interested. It was hard to miss David. You kept trying to look into my eyes, but failed. They are a little hard to ignore in this dress. Then when I was leaving you might have had lasers attached to your retina the way I could feel your eyes on my ass. You can always go back to the save the whatever the hell they are saving benefit if you'd like."
"Apparently I'm not the only profiler here. Of course I was looking, but I have never had a woman bring me home after I've only known her for a few hours."
"Have you ever brought home a woman who you've known for a only a few hours?"
"Of course I have. But this is different."
"Because I am a woman?" she asked.
"Y- I mean no it's just-"
"Women have base primal needs as well David. I am not asking you to marry me, nor even date me. I am asking you to help me escape tonight. I happen to find you incredibly attractive. I have heard some interesting things about you. I simply want to see if you live up to the hype."
"What have you heard about me Emily?" He was intrigued.
"I have heard that you are a phenomenal lover. You know exactly how to make a woman feel alive when you are with her. I want to see if it's true. If going home with you pisses my mother off that is just a huge bonus."
"I apparently have a reputation to uphold. Where did you hear that?"
"Does it matter?"
He shrugged. "I suppose not. But that can't be all that you have heard about me."
"No it's not. I have heard you are an amazing lover, but you suck at relationships."
"Then why would you be bringing me home?"
"I might suck at relationships as well."
David chuckled. "That's not what I've heard about you."
"What have you heard about me?"
"You don't have relationships. I do believe that the terms ball-busting and ice queen are bounced around a lot."
"Is that all?" she laughed.
"I don't see that when I look at you. I take it from the way you reacted you have been hearing these things for a long time."
"I've heard far worse. Tell me, what do you see when you look at me?"
"I see a strong and determined woman who gets what she wants. Most women don't trust you because you are too much like a man, so they stay away and try to keep their men away from you. While men don't really know how to react to you because they know you are not someone who they can dominate. You don't hold back in your career, but that can sometimes hinder your relationships."
"You're good." She pulled into her parking spot. "If you want to back out now this is your last chance."
"I most defiantly do not want to back out."
The two of them got out of the truck. He followed her up the stairs to her door. She opened it and the two of them went inside. As soon as the door was closed David was surprised to feel Emily's lips pressed against his. She had already taken off his jacket, and was working on taking off his tie.
"We just met, Emily, slow down."
"Have you ever heard of a one night stand?"
"Emily, bella, I don't think one night of you would be enough for any straight man."
"Okay, so we'll see where this goes. Right now all I know is that I need you."
She kissed him again, this time more forcefully. His arms snaked around her. Emily Prentiss was certainly persistent she knew just what buttons she needed to press to get what she wanted. She was different from any other woman he had ever been with. There was something about her that made him crave more. She was working on the buttons of his shirt when her phone began to ring.
Emily continued to work on undo the buttons, as the phone kept ringing. She pulled his shirt off his shoulders, exposing his chest. She smiled she always enjoyed it when men had just enough chest hair in the right places. She was a little surprised that David was still in such good shape. Her hands went down to the buckle of his belt. She growled irritated when she realised that the phone would not stop ringing until she answered it. She knew who would be on the other.
"I'm busy right now mother," she hissed into the phone, David stifled a laugh.
"Where the hell are you?!" Elizabeth Prentiss demanded.
"Home."
"There were other men I wanted you to meet."
"I found one on my own thank you very much."
The ambassador let out an irritated grunt. "You had better not be with David Rossi Emily!"
"As a matter of fact I am with him right now, mother. We are about to have hog wild monkey sex, not that it's any of your business. My phone is just about die."
She flipped the phone around, she could hear yelling coming from the device, but she simply popped out the battery. She then took two steps closer to David. She wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him hungrily. David pulled away from the embrace, uncertainly.
"Hog wild monkey sex?" David asked, uncertainly.
""That's what I said. Maybe it doesn't have to be wild. It just has to be good, as you promised it would be. Now where were we?" she asked, walking her fingers down his bare chest.
"I believe you thought you were going to be undressing me, but I think it's my turn to disrobe you, Bella. A very big part of my reputation as being excellent in bed is that I leave my women incredibly satisfied."
"I like the sound of that, Bello."
She hadn't finished her sentence when her dress fell around her ankles. She grinned, pulling him close to her. Their lips met in hungry, needy kiss which was only a taste of what was to come. That night David Rossi learned many things about Emily Prentiss. One of them, however, was not how her bedroom was decorated. They ended up spending the night tangled in each other by the fire place.
End Part One
Notes: Okay, seriously do you know how hard it is to keep this rated "T"? Prentiss and Rossi are two very passionate and firey people. But I hate mixing "M" fic and long fic cause they have two very different fans. Would love to hear from readers.
