Prompt: rage

Out of all of them, the entire team, he was the one most likely to give in to emotion. Hotch was the leader, he had to be in control. Reid was always caught up in the profile, in his mind, and Rossi was caught up in himself. JJ was more removed from it in her position. Prentiss was slightly more like him, but she seemed to be able to funnel whatever she was feeling into melancholy, not rage.

He felt rage, bright and blinding sometimes. Especially when there were kids around, kids who'd been hurt, abused by people that should have taken care of them. It was his own experiences coming back at him and that made him even angrier. He liked to take out his anger on a punching bag.

Unfortunately, he could only sweat away the bright, blinding anger. The pain was still inside of him and for that…for that, he went to Penelope.

Because Penelope was bright and beautiful. She was like a light in the darkness and he was drawn to her. He lost himself in her sweetness, in the give of her curvaceous body. He slid inside her warmth and emptied everything he felt in to her.

And she took and took and demanded nothing back in return.

Then the pain passed and he wanted to give back, to hold and soothe and love her the same way she did him.

And when they lay together in the afterglow he knew that rage could never break through what they had together.