Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas part 2
Disclaimer: I don't own them I'm just playing with them.
Authors Note: As you may have noticed the rating went up. It wasn't my original intention to write an M rated fic however, my muse had other ideas. I originally intended for this story to go in a completely different direction and after 2 weeks and 7 pages I finally scrapped it and wrote this. I hope you like it and it was worth the wait. Thanks to all who have reviewed and have waited patiently for this chapter.
Last note: I have decided to see how many stories I can write wherein Rossi and Garcia become a couple/whatever. I have several ideas but if you have an idea you would like to see and can't or don't want to write it yourself, drop me a PM and I will do my best to put it in print for you. Thanks again now on with the story!
Garcia brushed her hair quickly and tied up in a ponytail. She left the bathroom, threw her brush in her go-bag which she then grabbed and headed out the door. To say she had been nervous about this date with David Rossi was an understatement. They had decided when they left the office that he would follow her home then they would go to the restaurant in his vehicle.
She had managed the drive without incident then ran into the curb not once but twice when she parked. She brushed it off to the late hour and lack of light. And then she stepped out of the car and closed the door too fast catching her dress in the doorframe. She took a step and heard her dress rip. As she turned to release herself her foot slipped on the snow and she fell to the ground ripping a large patch from her dress.
To her glee and dismay David appeared in front of her. "Are you ok?" he asked as he reached for her hand.
"I… I… yeah," she said dejectedly. "My dress is ruined but otherwise I'm fine."
He helped her up and continued to stare at her feet as she fussed with the bits of cloth that were left. "Do you still want to go out?" he asked hesitantly.
She looked up at him in panic. "Absolutely, do you?'
His eyes slid up her body slowly taking several seconds to reach her face and settle on her eyes. He held her gaze without speaking. She opened her mouth to ask again but he stopped her. He raised his hand to her face and gently traced her lips with the tip of his finger. Her skin tingled from the contact as his fingers trailed across her jawbone to her ear. Her eyes closed as she lost herself in the sensation.
The shuffling of his shoes told her he was moving and yet his fingers never left her face. His cologne filtered into her nostrils just seconds before she felt his warm breath on her cheek. The contrast between soft lips and whiskers didn't surprise her this time. She parted her lips before he asked silently begging for the touch and taste of his tongue. His tongue slid across hers touching, teasing looking for a response.
She had never been kissed with such passion and tenderness. She felt his hand slide into her hair as his other hand wrapped around her hip and pulled her closer. The tips of her fingers brushed the pockets of his jeans. She slid them around his hips and then traced the outline of his underwear through the fabric of his pants. He pressed closer and she could feel his desire pressing into her stomach. She cupped his ass and held him tight.
He tore his mouth from hers. "Garcia," he said raggedly. "I think we should take this inside."
She looked at him and nodded. He led her up the sidewalk to her building then followed her inside and up the stairs to her apartment. She stepped over the threshold, flipped on the light and began taking off her coat. The click of the door behind her was familiar however she startled slightly when she heard the deadbolt slide into place. She turned around as a smile spread across her face.
"Locking us in for the night," she asked. "You promised me food."
He smiled as he stepped closer. "Just making sure no one can walk in and interrupt us."
"Who's going to interrupt us? You're already here," she pointed out. "You're the only one I know that knocks on my door at odd hours of the night."
"Garcia," he whispered his mouth mere millimeters from hers. "Shut up and kiss me."
She closed the space between them pressing her lips to his. It only took her a few seconds to realize he was letting her take the lead. She slipped her tongue out and licked his lips. He opened his mouth and allowed her to explore and tease at her own pace. She moved her hands to the buttons on his coat and shakily began pushing the buttons through the holes. She released all the buttons then spread the jacket open and jerked it down his arms letting the jacket slide to the floor.
"That's a five hundred dollar jacket," he murmured as he pulled back from the kiss.
She rolled her eyes at him as she attacked his shirt buttons. "I just mopped the floor yesterday, I'm sure your five hundred dollar jacket isn't going to dissolve if it lies on the floor for a little while."
He reached out and started to loosen the tie around her waist. She grabbed his hands and moved them back to his sides. "You just stand there for now. I want to unwrap my Christmas present without interruptions. That means no talking."
He watched silently as she finished opening his shirt. She unbuttoned the cuffs then slid the shirt down his arms. She gently tugged the bottom of the shirt out of his jeans having to move closer and reach around him to complete the task. She could feel the heat of his body on her face and as she leaned close she drew a breath through her nose and reveled in his smell. He smelled clean and male and she knew she was already hooked.
She stepped back from him. Holding the shirt by the collar she dangled it between them. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow but said nothing. Garcia gave him a sly smile before she turned and tossed the garment onto the kitchen counter.
"Damn," she breathed as she admired his bare torso. She reached up and lightly brushed her fingers across his left nipple. She saw him shudder in response and felt his nipple harden. She trailed her hand across his chest to tease the other nipple. This time he groaned with the shudder. His eyes were closed as he attempted to maintain some control.
"You are definitely a fine looking man," She drawled quietly. He opened his eyes and smirked at her. "But, of course, you already knew that."
His grin widened. She rubbed both of her hands up his pecs to his shoulders down his arms to his elbows and back up. Her fingers slid across his collarbones to his neck then swept down his sternum to his abdomen. She stopped at the top of his jeans sliding her fingers softly back and forth she teased the soft skin. The front of his jeans was bulging so far she wondered if the man had any blood in the rest of his body. Slowly she slipped two fingers into his waistband teasing further.
"Garcia," he pleaded softly. His body leaned towards her.
"Shush."
She released the button then slid the zipper down slowly. She sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly as her hands began to shake. 'How did we get here,' she wondered. Two hours ago David Rossi was just a colleague that she barely thought about outside of work and now he was standing in her apartment half naked with a hard-on the size of – well, bigger than she could have imagined.
She argued with herself about the merits of stopping now and forgetting about this whole thing or continuing on and possibly having some very awkward moments at work. As her mind raced her body stood frozen.
"Garcia," Dave whispered in her ear. "Penelope."
She looked up and realized he had moved closer to her. His fingers traced her face as his eyes held hers. He dipped his head and captured her mouth in another of his soul searing kisses. Her hands moved without her thinking about it deftly pushing his jeans down his hips and taking his underwear as well. She felt his erection brush her belly and grabbed it with both hands. He was hot and hard and oh so smooth. She knew there was no stopping now, except for one thing.
"Wait here," she ordered as she pulled away from him and scurried into the bedroom.
"What are you doing," he yelled at her. He tried to take a step and nearly fell over as his jeans were still wrapped around his ankles. He toed out of his shoes then balanced against the wall as he wrestled out of his pants, underwear and socks.
"I'm going to freeze out here," he quipped. "Or die from exposure."
"I'll be out in a minute," she replied. "You stay right there."
"You need to hurry up." He waited for a few minutes then called out to her. "I'm losing it."
"I'm sure you'll get it back," she said sexily. She saw that his erection had waned but started steadily growing back as he looked at her. She had changed into her naughty Santa negligee. It was red silk that stopped at her hips with a fur lined collar and matching panties.
"Merry Christmas," he said softly.
She crooked her finger at him and started backing towards the bed. She was surprised at how quickly he closed the gap between them she lost track of where she was in the room. When her legs hit the bed she fell backwards then slid off the foot of the bed to the floor. David leaned over her and helped her to her feet.
"You seem to be falling down a lot," he stated sounding amused.
"It must be your fault," she mumbled distracted by his nearness. She couldn't stop her fingers from dancing across his chest.
"Garcia," he said firmly. She raised her eyes to his. "Get on the bed!"
She turned away and crawled onto the bed rolling onto her back as she reached the pillows. David lay down next to her on his side. He pulled her close and kissed her as his hand settled on her hip. She felt his fingers at the bottom edge of her panties. She shivered as his fingers moved under the edge and moved towards the apex of her legs.
"David," she begged against his lips. "Can we move along a little faster?"
"Oh sure," he laughed. "You like to tease but when it comes to getting what you put out you want to hurry along."
She glared at him. "Hurry up or I might change my mind."
"Good enough for me," he gulped. He grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them down her legs. He pushed the negligee up over her breasts as he rolled on top of her. She spread her legs to give him room and felt his erection rub against her wet, warm center. She spread her legs a little further and felt him slide inside her. They both moaned.
"David," she sighed as he began to move inside her. "Oh yeah, Baby."
"You like that?" he asked.
She looked up and smiled suddenly he pulled out of her, hopped off the bed and ran into the living room.
"What are you doing," she asked as she watched him paw through his clothes. "We're ok, we don't need a condom."
Dave pulled the cell phone out of his pants pocket and flipped it open. "Hotch, I hope you are calling to wish me a merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas," Hotch replied flatly. "Are you in the middle of something?"
Dave laughed. "Well I was."
"Sorry," Hotch replied not sounding any different than before. "We picked up a case."
"Are you kidding me?" Dave said loudly. "It's Christmas eve, we were told to take the weekend off."
"I know but this is really important," Hotch stated.
Dave groaned as he walked back towards the bed. "It's always really important. What's so important that it can't wait until Monday?"
"Seven cops in Chicago were killed today."
"Mass murder? Send someone else," Dave said angrily.
"No," Hotch said patiently. "They were each killed separately, in their own homes within a five hour period."
"Shit," Dave cursed. "Anybody taking credit?"
"Yeah," Hotch breathed. "There was a note with each of the bodies; a threat to escalate. I'll let you read it on the plane. The police department has gone in high alert. I'm sending a text to the rest of the team. I'll see you in thirty minutes."
"Yeah, ok." Dave replied tiredly. He shut off the phone and looked at Garcia on the bed.
"You had to answer the damn phone," she glared. "What the hell?"
"I didn't even realize I was doing it until Hotch spoke to me," he grinned sheepishly. "Great reflexes huh?"
"Yeah great," she huffed. Her cell started beeping. She picked it up and read the message. "Awesome! Looks like I'm going to Chicago too."
He grinned wickedly. "Maybe we can finish this on the plane."
"I am not joining the mile-high club with you on the FBI jet," she said forcefully. She got up and pushed him towards the living room. "Get dressed and get out of here. I'll see you at the office."
He grabbed her hands and pulled her close. "I really am sorry," he said softly. "We're both going to be frustrated and I know you're annoyed with me but please, try not to let it come between us."
"The only thing I want between us is air," she quipped. "Now get your naked ass out of here before I do something unseemly and we both end up late and in trouble."
He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Remember that for later." He leaned in and kissed her quickly then went to the other room to dress.
Penelope grinned and shook her head as she started grabbing things for her go-bag. "I really need to keep this thing packed," she muttered.
"You want me to wait for you," Dave asked from the living room.
"No," she yelled. "Go stall them. I'm not even dressed yet."
She heard him laugh. "Alright Kitten. I'll see you soon."
She heard him leave as she continued to scramble to get ready. "Some Merry Christmas," she muttered.