Dinner Before You Go
Neither of them want Penelope to leave, but they do manage to have dinner and make love again before she does.
Amore mio = my love
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!
WARNING: More sex.
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Penelope had fallen asleep quickly in David's arms for their nap. It felt like a nice chunk of time when she eventually felt him stirring behind her.
"Are you waking up, Baby?" The blonde queried the Italian behind her.
Feeling a sound come from his chest, his arms tightened around her. She chuckled and rolled over so they were face-to-face.
She leaned forward and slowly pampered his face with kisses. She didn't know if she'd get over how smooth his skin was. Her nether-regions started squirming again but she wasn't sure about initiating sex again. It was so perfect this morning. She wanted to preserve that in her mind and heart.
David smiled as he came out of sleep.
"Si, amore mio," he mumbled and nuzzled into her hair and neck.
Groaning in appreciation, she snuggled back at him.
"Baby, I probably need to get up and get going," as she pecked him on the lips.
That declaration was met with a pair of beautiful brown eyes opening up.
"No, don't go, Bella. Can't you stay one more night?" He held her tighter. David really never wanted to let her go, truth be told. Probably too soon to tell her that, but gosh he really didn't want to see her leave.
"Oh David, I wish I could. But I need to be at the office early tomorrow in the event we get a case," she paused. "I can't leave the team hanging."
Holding her close to his chest, he whispered, "I know you never would… just because I know that about you. But can we please have dinner before you go?"
He felt her nod against him and he was immediately relieved he wouldn't have to say goodbye this minute.
"Alright, Bella, you get your stuff together and I'll go down and start something."
She nodded again and felt him press his lips to hers another time. Opening her own eyes again, she watched David rise and put clothes on quickly. She appreciated his physique and finally knowing who the man is. Memories from this morning flooded her mind. She knew a grin graced her own face.
Before he left, he kissed her another time.
Penelope laid back and sighed to herself. OMG, she thought. I am laying in this luxurious room, wrapped in all of these warm and sweet feelings from this morning. With a man I find attractive - mind, body and spirit. And, it was not a little detail, some of the most incredible sex I've ever had my entire life. "What am I doing?" She asked the empty room.
Looking around one more time, she tried to take it in and committing to memory the feeling she was experiencing. There was something going on inside of her she couldn't place.
She got her bag ready and went downstairs. The smell was delicious… and familiar.
"David, what did you make? It smells amazing, of course."
"I made a batch of what we were going to have last night," David watched her carefully. "I might want to replace the memory with a good one."
Penelope initially bristled at the recollection of interrupted dinner, but then softened when she considered David's intention. After all, he had talked through the intrusion with her, held her all night and treated her phenomenally in bed during sex this morning.
"That's lovely, David. I can't wait to actually eat it!" She rounded the kitchen island, running her hand across the small of his back and kissing his cheek. She leaned into him briefly, without disturbing his cooking.
They ate at the kitchen table instead of the dining room, which was nice. The mushroom risotto tasted like heaven. When they were about halfway through, David lowered his fork and put his hand over hers. He rubbed the back of her fingers.
"Kitten, I'm hoping we still have our Saturday date nights," he offered delicately. Tongue-in-cheek he allowed "If you're not busy at work, that is."
She smiled and nodded. It felt really good for him to acknowledge her work and really know why she potentially could or couldn't go out.
"Fantástico!" David became much-more animated for a quick moment. After a beat, he added-on. "And I'd like to take you out, if you'll let me. I'll plan everything… just let me pick you up and give you a goodnight kiss."
He looked at her and while still smiling, she looked a little stunned.
"If you want to go out, that is?" His undertones became softer. "If you still want to see me?"
"Yes! Yes, of course I still want to see you! And I would love to go out Saturday night," Penelope's response came immediately. "I'm just…"
She turned her hand upward and laced their fingers. "I'm just… a little anxious, I guess. It's like… a different kind of dating than we've done so far."
"You're right," he agreed, leaning to give her a teeny kiss. "I would also say we're in a different place today than we were yesterday."
"Why yes, I suppose we are," she grinned.
"I'm very happy about that."
"Me too."
They cleaned up after dinner. Touches were more sensual than casual. There were more of them - between every clearing, every dish washed. When they were done, David repeated his earlier desire.
"I do wish you were able to stay the night, Bella."
"I know, Baby."
"And I understand why you can't."
She took him in her arms, his hands seemingly finding her ass with ease.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Eventually they held hands and ventured to the front hall, where Penelope's things were stacked neatly by the door.
"Come sit with me for a minute," she led him to the sofa in the front sitting room. He sat first then she straddled his lap and kissed him deeply.
By the time they came up for air, they were touching and grinding against one another.
David's erection was straining against his jeans again. He used the leverage he had on Penelope's hips to pull her down.
"Touch me," Penelope whispered between kisses.
"I am touching you, Kitten," Dave squeezed her hips again.
"No, Baby… Touch. Me," she instructed more directly as she ground against him another time.
The instruction clicked into place for David. He kissed her as he worked his hand under the hem of her dress toward her center.
Dave gasped. "Sweet Kitten," kissing her again. "You are not wearing panties."
She offered a broad, seductive smile. "Why no, I'm not, am I?"
Her beau put a finger, then two, into her pussy. She felt her own wetness surrounding his hand. While this was delightful, his fingers were not what she wanted.
"And what is it that you're going to do about that?" Her body writhed on top of him and her head dropped back.
David encouraged her with his free hand to scoot slightly to the side so he could unfasten his jeans and free his cock.
Penelope leaned forward, encouraging the hand that was still inside her to move away. She scooted toward where she could feel David's erection. Once there, she gently impaled herself and started to move back and forth.
"Oh my god, Bella, you feel so good," David chanted.
She couldn't manage to say it out loud, Penelope could only think 'no Baby, it's you who feels so good'. She continued to ride him. Enjoying the feeling of him filling her, she tried to track all of the places his hands were mapping her body.
"Baby, Baby, please don't stop," she muttered eventually. She didn't know how long she had left, but wanted to enjoy every moment.
With that, Dave removed one of the hands from her breasts and reached for her clit. Penelope felt so good on top of him, surrounding him… but he wanted her to come before he did. He rubbed her hard, finally feeling her beginning to pulse around him.
"Shit, Bella, keep going," he breathed. He rubbed her clit again and as her tremors continued around him, he shouted out as he emptied his orgasm into her.
Penelope came, filled with David. She slowed her grinding gradually and then collapsed toward him. Her mouth ended up at his ear. She licked and nibbled there while she felt David's hands stroking her back. Their breathing slowed.
Ultimately, Dave whispered in Penelope's ear. "I'm going to miss you this week, Bella."
He looked up at her, placing his hands around her face and drew her in for a kiss.
"It seems we made a bit of a mess, I'm afraid," conscious of the dripping that was happening between them.
"Eh," he shrugged. "It's leather."
Dave asked if he could call her this week so he could hear her voice. She obliged as they put themselves together. He carried her bags and walked her to her car in the driveway. He opened the door for her and kissed her sweetly again before she drove off.
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During the course of the work week, a few things happened.
Monday morning, she received a bouquet of flowers delivered to her office. It was larger than the smaller bouquets David had given her on their coffee dates. Larger, but not obscene. It was perfect. The card read 'Lunch this week?' She mused to herself that this was apparently one of the perks of David knowing where she worked.
On Tuesday the team caught a case in Asheville, North Carolina. Penelope texted David to let him know it might be a couple of days before she'd be able to get away for lunch. He was sorry to hear that, but he could wait. She said she had a beautiful bouquet of flowers to keep her company.
Wednesday and Thursday were spent solving the case. She and the team worked ridiculously-long hours. It was fortunate she was able to trade sparse texts with David at all. When the team was finally on their way home, JJ called and said they were all going to their respective homes once they landed and asked if they could do Girls Lunch the next day. Penelope said yes.
She also called David on her way home that evening, just to say goodnight and she was looking forward to Saturday.
Early Friday, the team was in to finish paperwork. The first coffee break of the day arrived when JJ knocked on Penelope's office door saying she 'needed a break'. Her entrance immediately devolved into appreciation of the flowers on her desk.
"Well, well, well… what do we have here?" JJ cooed.
"You, my dear friend, are not very good profiler-adjacent if I need to let you know that these are the most exquisite flowers e-v-e-r!" Her voice rose steadily until she ended on a very high pitch of giddiness.
"Har, har. But they seem to have upgraded… does that mean things with the guy have upgraded?"
Trying to keep her smile at an appropriate beam, Penelope answered, "You could say that."
The pair hugged quick during a fit of giggles. When they calmed, JJ spoke again.
"Hey I know we were going to lunch today… and we *clearly* need to catch up… but the team wanted to work hard though and then do Team Happy Hour." JJ thought a beat. "Maybe you and I could start somewhere else, then join the team? …if you don't have other plans, anyway."
Penelope was dying to talk to JJ so she quickly took JJ up on the idea.
"Perfect! I can't wait to hear, well, I would say 'everything' but I'll settle for 'what you want to tell me'," JJ winked at her friend.
Blessedly, they did not get another case that necessitated their team. They officially had the weekend off.
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After the team wrapped for the day, word spread quickly and everyone headed out. Penelope and JJ explained they'd be a little late and they picked a bar down the street from O'Kieff's. After they were settled at a small table, JJ dug in.
"Alright, PG. Who, what, where, when, why? Tell me as much as you will!"
Penelope giggled and shook her head. She had rehearsed throughout the day what she was going to share with JJ. She had to process what was going on inside of her, but desperately wanted to keep it as private as she could.
"JJ, I don't even know. You know we met… three months ago?" Penelope took a deep breath. "But this is different than anyone I've dated before."
"How?"
"Well… we've had all of these wonderful dates at his house. He's a wonderful cook, buys delicious wine, we can talk about anything. He kisses in the most delightful way… and," Penelope could feel her blush crawling. "Other things, too."
"Oh my god, Garcie! Stop! No, I mean, tell me everything!"
The server brought their first round of drinks, giving Penelope a moment to breathe.
"Well… we've had, I don't know, a dozen dates or so. Each and every one have been wonderful… and last weekend was an overnight." Penelope closed her eyes and couldn't believe she was talking about this with JJ!
"PG! More!"
"It was wonderful. I don't even know what else to say… except that I need help processing."
"Keep going," JJ encouraged.
"JJ… it was *so* *wonderful* that I lost track of my clear, ever-loving mind!" Penelope gushed. "And it wasn't just about skill. …although there was that," she winked. "It was about connection. …it was about every time we're together he makes me feel… he makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. To my core."
JJ sat, amazed at her friend. Penelope had never talked about anyone like this before. Speaking softly, JJ talked again.
"PG… you are *smitten*… and you deserve it! You really like this guy!"
"I don't know, JJ… I'm feeling things inside of me that I don't know that I've felt before. …He makes me excited and melty all at the same time? He's supportive and wonderful, yet he is amazedly-smart and and cares about the world…" Penelope paused. "Did I mention the sex was a-m-a-z-i-n-g?"
"Yes, you mentioned that - and I'm so glad," JJ giggled with her friend. "Okay, logistics. Do you know he's not a creep? You know who he really is?"
Penelope took a deep breath and was able to answer in complete honesty.
"Yes. I definitely know exactly who he is…" she chuckled. "And while I'm sure there's a lot to learn about him still… I at least I know exactly who he is."
"Oh, good," JJ replied, relieved. "Sooo…?"
"So what?"
"So who *is* *he*?"
Penelope reassured herself she had practiced this. She took a deep breath.
"JJ, hun, I don't feel like a name is entirely necessary… I just really needed… no, wanted… to connect with you and try to understand what the hell I'm feeling."
"PG, my lovely, beautiful friend…" JJ was quiet and wanted to tell her friend the truth without being dramatic. "You're falling in love."
Penelope gasped. She clutched her chest, mouth wide open. She looked completely disbelieving of her friend.
Then, Penelope realized, she knew she trusted JJ with her whole self… and if JJ thought she was falling in love… was she?
"Oh my God," Penelope whispered as she looked up at JJ with hopeful and wonderfully-confused eyes. She whispered her thanks to JJ and sat stock-still.
JJ chuckled and reached out a hand to caress her friend's shoulder. "Hey you… let's go meet the team. Have a couple of more drinks and you can get used to the idea."
Penelope nodded and agreed. "Yeah. Good idea, very good idea."