Finally

David and Penelope finally make love.

Bella = Beautiful

I own no characters or canon of Criminal Minds. Many thanks and blessings to those who created them.

Thanks to my sweet, beautiful beta Sunny. In short order she's become my confidant, brainstorm partner and sister. I am the luckiest girl alive!

This chapter includes intercourse. If that offends you, please feel free to pass.

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Penelope climbed off of him, off the couch. She took his hand and he followed in her wake. He watched her hips sway as she went ahead into the master.

Once inside, Dave reached for both her hands.

She stopped and turned around.

"Bella," he drew her close. "I want to make love to you. So much." He paused, put his arms fully around her. "Are you sure?"

She looked pleased at his checking-in. During the hesitation Dave reassured himself he would be entirely-happy making out and falling into an afternoon nap with her.

"I'm more than sure, David," she replied assuredly. She smiled then reached to unfasten his button-down, and pushed it off his shoulders. Next, she lifted his undershirt up and over his head.

She ran her hands over his chest. "Oh, David," she whispered. She reached up kissed his neck and continued to run her hands over his torso.

As she brushed over one nipple, Dave felt the jolt throughout his entire body. He took a deep breath as he correctly anticipated her tweaking the other. His head dropped forward, letting his body be completely consumed by her touch.

He made his way to her neck, lapping and suckling on her delicate skin.

He loved her taking control, doing what she wanted. He felt like the hair on his chest, his skin, his muscles were all on fire. Then he couldn't wait any longer.

"You're suddenly overdressed," he chided. He lifted her hoodie and t-shirt off in one fell-swoop. He also grasped the hem her shorts and lowered them to the ground.

"Ohgod," the intake of Penelope's breath was sudden.

"You are a vision, Kitten," Dave murmured as he laid her on the bed, crawling on top of her.

He covered her body with his. He nuzzled her neck, nipping and kissing from her collarbone to up behind her ear. He loved how she wrapped her arms around him as he licked the shell of her ear, gently placing butterfly kisses along the way.

Penelope took his face and led it back to hers. She caressed his mouth with her own, unhurriedly asking for permission to enter. Their kisses were much how they were downstairs - but there was just something about being in bed.

Dave ground against her from the top. His arousal was still trapped in his jeans.

"Oh no, mister," she gasped. "Let me help you with those."

Her hands went to the button and zipper of his jeans. She lowered them and his briefs as far as she could, grasping his buttocks. She wanted to be closer to him.

David leaned on one elbow and reached down to remove the balance of his clothing. Before he rose above her again, he just barely brushed her shoulders with his fingertips. He traced the outline of her bra and lavished the top of her breasts with his tongue.

"Just beautiful, Bella," he managed between licks and kisses. "You're just beautiful."

"And *you* are so handsome, mon amour," before she kissed him again.

"'Mon amour'? 'Mon amour'?" David backed up so he could see her whole face. He laughed. "What is that?"

Penelope giggled. "French?"

He shook his head at her skeptically, then acquiesced. "Well, I might know a little French…"

"And I could learn a little Italian, I suppose." She winked.

David looked at the smile on her face and knew he was beaming himself. He put one hand around her back, the other on her hip. He braced his elbow closest to her hip and rolled them so she was on top of him. Conveniently, he still was touching the hooks of her bra. He raised his brow in question and was grateful to receive her nod.

"God, yes," she chanted in rhythm with her thrusts, excited to finally be with him. Her constraining garment gone, she lowered her breasts closer to David's face. "Please grab them, Baby. That feels so good."

Happy to oblige, David caressed her and lapped at her nipples. Following his instincts, he rubbed his facial hair around the delicate skin.

That drew out another series of moans and appreciative sounds from the woman's body.

David rolled them over again and laid her down on the bed. He lowered himself between her legs. He kissed and squeezed her ankles, shins and knees, making his way up to her tender, creamy thighs. He groaned in anticipation and need. His erection was painfully hard already as he moved up the bed.

"Oh god, David, please," she called out over and over again. Just having his mouth and face and breath on her was making her crazy.

The scent of her pussy was everywhere; she looked so wet. Heady from it, he nuzzled the soft hairs of her apex. Using his fingers, he parted her folds.

When David spied her clit, the nub was already enlarged and a deeper pink than the rest of her. Using his tongue liberally, he licked the length of her opening bottom to top. He suckled at her nub whenever he passed it. It was the sweetest candy he had ever tasted, he never wanted to let it go.

He arrived at her center and drank her in. Reached up with one hand, he held hers, squeezing, wanting to connect with her emotionally.

"Bella," he whispered to her between licks and suckles.

Both of Penelope's hands made their way to comb through his hair so he moved both of his between her legs.

While he kept her open and continued to wet his face with her, he took two of his fingers and inched them into her. Exploring her soft, slick walls, his face was drenched in her sex.

Dave kept his mouth focused on her clit while the 'come hither' motions of his fingers inside her found the spongey, delicate place inside her that he hoped she liked. He gradually worked up to double-time on both her clit and her g-spot until she came undone.

"Oh God, fuck, yes, right there," Penelope muttered. Her upper body was thrashing back and forth, while David's arm that wasn't in her folds was holding her down at her hips. The ministrations with both tongue and fingers got softer as she came down from her orgasm. They were both panting then eventually going from gasps to practically nothing.

"Please come here, David," she muttered, grasping at his shoulders. "I need you."

"I'm pretty sure you just had me, Bella," he grinned. He sat up on his haunches as he wiped her juices off his face.

She lazily looked up and smirked. "That I did… but now I want *all* of you." She gave a tiny pout, arms out. "Please."

"Really who am I to deny you, sweet Bella?" Dave found himself trying to focus. He reached in the nightstand for a condom. "Penelope?"

"I have an IUD and haven't had sex since my last clear physical. You?"

"I have not been with anyone since my last physical either. Was clear," Dave admitted, eyes downward. "It's been… a while."

"Hey," she waited to meet his gaze. "I'm glad it's me… We can still use a condom if you'd like. Either way is fine and… I would love to feel you."

Dave considered the tenderness, the vulnerability, in her voice.

"Then no condom it is," he whispered. "I would love to feel you, too."

Penelope laced her fingers in his hair, this time pulling him down atop of her.

Dave crawled up her body, caressing her sides and nestling his face in her breasts. He wanted nothing more to cover her in licks and nips and kisses like he had her lower half… but she was having none of that.

"I told you I need you, David… It isn't optional." She wrapped her legs around him, urging him forward with her heels on his ass.

Moving between her legs, he reached down. He rubbed her folds and clit, inserted fingers, once again. "Still so ready for me, sweet Bella?" Dave was aching and so close to her sweet heat.

Penelope nodded and mumbled something that she doesn't even think were real words.

Dave leaned down, kissing her again. He hummed as she parted her legs below him. He entered her slowly but steadily, building his pace and depth inside of her.

They whispered sweet nothings to each other. Their arousal together built until they were frantically grabbing each other to be closer.

She was meeting his thrusts and Dave knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. Continually brushing her precious nub, he kept pace. The heat felt so good around his cock, he went faster and faster toward their completion. Her legs went rigid below him, he continued to rub her and pound into her again and again.

Then she stilled as her second orgasm overtook her. Her walls spasmed around his cock, drawing out his orgasm as he pumped his come into her precious body.

"Don't leave me," Penelope gasped and wrapped her arms and legs around him.

Dave chortled and lowered himself on her, keeping most of his weight still on his elbows. His cock was nestled inside her. As his breath returned to almost-normal, he was involuntarily slipping out of her. He kissed her cheek and and laid close to her as he moved to her side. He reached for a blanket to pull up over them, then his arm slung across her middle.

Penelope reached for Dave's arm and held him tight to her.

"Hey, hey," he cooed. "I stayed in you as long as I could." He burrowed his face into the side of her neck, giving her kisses.

A staggered breath escaped her.

He rose up on an elbow to look at her face. "Hold up, Bella," he murmured. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing is wrong," she sputtered.

He looked down at her, questioning without saying a word.

"God damn profilers," she muttered.

"Hey!" He laughed out loud. "I would've called you on this way before you found out I was a profiler." He rubbed her side under the blanket and waited. He could be good at waiting when necessary.

"Can we please just rest and take a little nap? Before we have to get up?" She let out.

Dave was more than happy with that request. "Of course," he kissed her hair. "May I hold you while we nap, Bella?"

"I would be disappointed if you didn't," she quipped, small smile offered and closed her eyes.

Something was unsettled inside Dave. There were lots of new facts flying around them, lots to figure out. But now, rest.