(A/N: Well, here it goes. What I've been waiting on. I thoroughly enjoyed reading through this after I finished it. I hope you do as well. KK)
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"You know, Kitten, with you being a Technical Analyst and Communications Liaison, you're not directly beneath Hotch's or my authority. So, those pesky fraternization policies?" With a look down her sexy body spread out before him like dessert, Dave couldn't permit a satisfied smile from spreading over his face as he glanced back at her. The music stopped and the click of the record player turning off was loud in the sudden silence. Dropping his weight and resting flush against her sinful body Dave muttered distinctly "They don't mean a damn. I can keep you 'beneath' me for as long as I wish" before taking control of her lips in a passionate possessive kiss.
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Dave's lips were pressed with rapt intent to hers. Hands that had been holding him up were now in her hair and Dave's chest was pressed against hers. He had fallen so that his hips were cradled in hers, and her body was now on fire. His kiss was drugging as he would pull away slightly, just to come back and taste her lips again. Penelope clutched her hands on his back, clenching handfuls of his shirt as she curled her leg over Dave's, feeling his pants rub against her bare skin.
One taste was not enough and Penelope welcomed his tongue while she teased him with her own. The smell and taste of scotch surrounded her, but nothing managed to cover up the uniqueness that was David Rossi. Penelope slid her hands up his shoulders to join them at the back of his neck and lifted herself closer to him when she opened her mouth to suck on the tip of his tongue. Dave's chest lifted with a deep, sharp intake of breath and his grip on her tightened for a brief moment.
Sliding his hands from her hair, he began pressing soft insistent kisses along her jaw and Penelope gasped at the scuff of his beard along her neck, feeling each rasp like a lick of flame. His movements slow and deliberate, he put his hand on her waist and pulled her against him, rocking against her, teasing himself at the feel of her, damp and hot against the front of his pants.
Penelope hissed – hot, he was so hot and hard – she held Dave to her neck as she arched into his hips. It wasn't enough, too many clothes. She released her grip on his neck and fell back onto the couch cushion, running her hands down his shirt, she slid her fingers into the waist of his pants, pausing as Dave froze above her. Looking into his eyes, she spoke softly, "I need to feel skin. I need to feel you against me now." Pulling that dark shirt free she begin undoing buttons, her nails scraping Dave's skin in little flicks till she got to his upper chest and could feel his chest hair brushing the backs of her nails and fingers with each button. Pulling the last buttons free so quickly a few loosened under the pressure, she finally had Dave bare from the waist up. Dave leaned up to pull his shirt free of his arms and watched as his Kitten crossed her arms and pulled her black camisole over her head, giving him an exciting view of her exquisite breasts pressing against that deep red material. He stilled Penelope's hands as they went to the clasp at the center of her bra.
"Let me, Dolce" One handed; he released the three clasps holding her bra together. Leaning down he pressed a kiss the arch of her breast still covered by the red material before leaning and sliding his tongue under the edge of lace. She arched at the feel and grasped at Dave's shoulders. She could feel a few rough hairs from his beard brushing against her. She squirmed against him, unable to be still. "No, Dolce, keep still, let me-" taking both her hands in his, he pressed her wrists into the couch beside her as he settled against her chest. She groaned as she felt the heat of his chest and the rasp of chest hairs against her bare stomach.
Dave lay against his sweet witchy woman and turned his head to look at his prize. First one side, then the other, before using his teeth to gently take one side of the soft material and pulling it aside to reveal one tightly furled nipple. Leaning forward, he licked across her nipple and blew cool air over it, watching it tighten further before taking it between his lips.
Penelope gave a gasp; his mouth was turning her nipple into a hot bead of moisture. It was torture. It was wonderful. And she would kill him if he stopped. She froze as she felt him pull away but it was only to turn his attention to the other side, licking and placing little nipping bites at the base of her breast till he had eased the material away and could take her other nipple into his mouth. She writhed under Dave's body, unable to move fully. Smoothly, he moved down to place nips across her belly which he then soothed with his tongue.
Penelope unconsciously arched against him; she hadn't known it could be like this. She hadn't known desire for a man could burn so quick and hot that she was already close to completion. Being held down and unable to reach the object of her desire was causing her to burn even brighter. All she could do was plead at this moment "touch me – toccarmi – Dave – please!"
Dave jerked his head back, his teeth locked, trying to slow down his need for this woman beneath him. His kisses had left her lips swollen, a rash of red color gracing her cheeks, her neck, and across her breasts. Her nipples wet and damp from his mouth and tongue. More redness spread across her stomach where his desire had led him. Her eyes were heavy lidded as she met his. "Bella-"
She felt him gathering her skirt in his hands as he released her wrists. "Penelope, don't move - I have to touch you. I have to feel you under my hands." His callused palm was sliding up her thigh. He reached her hip and paused, vibrating with arousal as he glimpsed the scrap of lace covering her. Then his fingertips slid under the lace till he was caressing her bare buttocks and it was so good. She moved against him. "Penelope-"Dave's voice was strained with need. The feel of her hips lifting and rolling against his called to him as surely as a drumbeat. "Now. Let me, let me give you what you want before I take you. Please, dolce, let me have this moment to give you what you need-"
His fingers delved and found themselves between sleek feminine folds, finding her moist and wet. Aching from his touch, her thighs unfolded wider to give him greater freedom. An opening he took advantage of as he carefully entered her with one long finger. An untamed sound coming from her throat urged Dave onward. He lingered over her, caressing, stroking, and crooning soft words of encouragement to her. And when Penelope soared, tightening down on his fingers, he groaned with need, not stopping his motions till she fell back limply onto the couch.
Penelope opened her eyes. Meeting Dave's, she gasped at the flame that burned there. Dave leaned down and kissed her, long and sweet before beginning to pull away. "Mon loup, you are not going anywhere." With determination she wrapped both legs around his waist. "Kitten, I'm going to bring in your bag, bank down the fire, and then, we will be moving to the loft. Once there, my sweet Penelope, I do not plan on leaving it for the rest of the night." Dave pressed back down against her with a lingering kiss before reluctantly moving away from her.
Using that iron control and will that he was known for at the BAU when he wanted something his way, Dave stood, but not without one last lingering look at the bounty draped across his couch. Blonde hair loose, falling about her shoulders, down red tinged skin, luscious breasts framed by red lace, white skirt crumbled around her waist, hips bordering moist delights covered by another scrap of red lace, down silky legs to toes tipped by cherry red. Letting his eyes travel back up that delicious length, he met her alluring eyes charmingly framed by her unique glasses.
Penelope's womanhood called to him, but it was her one of a kindness that mesmerized him. What he had told her was true. He no longer felt the need to saturate his life with women to make himself forget the horror of what inhabited his life. And part of that was thanks to her. She brightened the pen, her joy and exuberance lightening everyone's heart. He had had thoughts about her. But, noticing the banter between her and Morgan, he had put those thoughts away. By the time he realized that they had never been attached that way, he had cared too much about the team as a whole to risk ruining it by a brief but fiery affair with the team's beloved and alluring Communications Liaison.
He had watched with covetousness affection, her blooming relationship with Lynch. His kitten deserved happiness. Years of watching and enjoying her distinctive magic and standing on the edge of her hypnotizing sexuality, he would not let this moment pass. Lynch had lost her, through foolishness or unintentional neglect, Dave did not care at that moment. He would happily play pirate and take this treasure from Lynch's slipping grasp.
At the thought of taking her, Dave's hands clamped shut for a brief moment and he had to will himself not to return to his couch and finish what he started. But, for tonight, he wanted the wideness of his bed, for he had much time to make up for with his sweet witch. Pulling Penelope to her feet, he led her to the foot of his stairs. "Up you go, dolce, and I will be there in minutes." Dave turned her, caressing her bottom as he set her upon the bottom most stair. Penelope paused with a huff. "Super Agent, if you think I'm going to trot off to warm your bed at your word, I don't care how good-"
With a growl, Dave had her pressed against the wall, "Woman, you accepted my invitation for scotch and vinyl, and if you had kept your stocking clad legs to yourself, that would have been all that would have occurred. But, I've had my hands on you, in you" with a hot look he brought his hand up, running his fingers across her parted lips, before turning them and sucking them into his mouth, tasting her still upon them. He closed his eyes briefly, before looking down at her. "You are not leaving this cabin – you are not leaving me-" Taking her lips in a dominant kiss, he plundered with his tongue, dipping repeatedly inside her lips, tasting her, taking her.
Penelope moaned as she again felt him pressed against her. Now though, she could feel him, his chest pressed to her bare skin and her hands slid around to press him closer, her nails scraping across his back, causing him to let loose that growl against her lips. Heaving himself from her, Dave turned her to face the steps. "Now, go!" With a short sharp swat, he smirked as she squealed, clutching her hands to her bottom before facing him and stomping her foot. Grinning now at her frustration, he spoke lowly, "if you don't head upstairs now, we will be discussing 'punishments' before anything else, streghetti mia." Swallowing thickly, she stepped back, slowly turning and taking the first of the steps to his bedroom. He continued grinning as she took the next couple of steps, before seeing her turn to look at him over her uncovered shoulder. His grin disappeared as he saw her slide her hands higher on her bottom, pulling her skirt up over her hips, stopping for a moment she bent over, sliding her red lace lingerie down over her hips. Dave stood enthralled as she swayed first to one foot then the other as she stepped out of the bit of red silk and stood back up, letting the skirt fall back down over her, hiding herself and the red garter she left encircling her thigh, from his view. Turning just a little, she met his gaze, "I told you, mon loup, you would not be spanking me." Taking another step up, feeling the air waft over her most sensitive area and her skirt sway against her burning bottom where Dave had swatted her, she admitted with a pixie leer, "at least, not tonight." Taking the last few steps she disappeared over the edge of the loft, leaving Dave at the bottom of the stairs, hand on the rail, fighting with himself not to immediately follow his siren, the last image in his head, that taunting edge of her bottom barely glimpsed beneath the edge of her skirt with every step she had taken to his bedroom. And the minx knew it too!
Dave turned to head to the kitchen door, not bothering with a coat, he stepped outside to quickly retrieve Penelope's bag, the air cold against his burning skin. Coming back inside, he set the bag by the foot of the stairs before moving over to bank the fire. Kneeling down, he tried to gain some control over his great need. Like the fire he was banking, his want of the sweet witch upstairs in his loft was one he had kept banked over the years. Acknowledged, but always kept in check. Surely he could keep it in check for a little while longer? At least long enough not to terrify her with the depth of his need.
Penelope stood by the king-sized bed in Dave's loft. At almost 6 feet, her wolf apparently liked his comforts. She lit the heater she found and turned it down low, so the flames barely burned to warm the room. Stepping to the side, she glanced in the bathroom to spy a large clear shower stall and a large tub along one wall, a sink and toilet against the other. A short wall came out to hide the toilet and sink from random glance, but the shower stall and tub were easily viewable from the bed. Yes, David Rossi was decadent in his tastes. Even in this cabin, where he said he never brought women, his sensuality was still rampant. Penelope felt her toes curl into the rug at her feet. She wanted this man. She wanted to lose herself in him.
Turning at the sound of the closing door below, she leaned on the railing that formed a balcony on the edge of the loft. Who could resist watching as David crouched before the fire, black pants pulled tight over that body that she had recently embraced? Firelight flickered over the skin of his back and arms as he moved before the fireplace. She wanted this man. Wanted him in ways that were stark and brilliant. Moving back to the bed, she undid her skirt, slipping out of it as she sat on the edge of the bed. Pulling her legs up, she shifted to the center of the bed so that she was facing the stairs, bringing her knees up; she wrapped her arms around them, and waited for her dark wolf.
Opening her eyes, Penelope looked to the top the stairs. There, in the dim light outlining every plane and muscle, stood her wolf. Dave toed off his shoes, holding the railing as he removed his socks, one foot at time, his eyes never leaving hers. He couldn't wait much longer. "There will not be any going back from this Penelope. " Without hesitation, he unbuckled his belt and she thought she imagined the hiss as he pulled it free and dropped it to the floor. With no pause, he undid the button of his slacks, the shush of the zipper loud in the quiet awareness as it pulled apart. Underwear and pants were pushed down in one move and he stepped free of them.
He was naked. Her heart jerked painfully for a moment as she stared at him. She, who never felt small, felt petite and helpless before him. He was big, he was strong, and he was undeniably male. Wanting back that wildness she had seen in him earlier, she parted her thighs, rearranging her ankles farther apart so that Dave could see all of her. She was completely nude, except for the glow of one red garter she had left on her thigh. Sliding her fingers from her knee slowly up her leg, she looked at him teasingly "David, you have one more thing to remove."
His witch, pulling him to her with her siren lures. Dave felt every muscle tighten as, without pretense, she uttered his name, calling to him. Dave walked towards her and crawled to meet her on the bed. The muscles in his torso moving as he did, his skin lightly bronzed, soft black hair matting his chest and running in a silky line down the center of his stomach. David leaned over her, pulling her to him, sliding his fingers around the band of her garter briefly before looking back at her. "Leave it, dolce, I want to feel it brush against me as I ride you."
Once again his fingers probed between her folds and found her still wet, aching for him. He lingered over her, drunk with the scent of her warm, aroused body. He could no longer wait. His probing touch had told him she would be tight, but he would go mad if he did not lose himself within her depths soon. She was arching nearer and nearer to climax as he continued his torment, her blonde hair tangling against the bed, her hands clutching wildly at him till her nails scraped his chest and she arched up, eyes opened wide, calling for him, "David!" David reached to the side of the bed when he heard Penelope say, "It's safe, I'm safe. David, Now! Now, now, now!" She glared at him with passion glazed eyes, imploring, no demanding he consent to her will.
Reaching under her, he pulled her thighs over his arms and spread her legs wide. Their eyes met and held. A tiny muscle in David's cheek tightened as he pressed forward. "Mine, kitten. My kitten. I wonder if I can make you purr for me…." She wanted this, hungered for it. For his possession. And he didn't take it easy for her, stretching her, invading, till she was holding his length inside her. She arched wildly even more, and by her own action found that she could take more still. Oh God, yes! Her head slammed back against the bed as her neck and back arched and her legs spread. There was only the fire and the answer to it pressing inside of her – sleek and hard, her wolf dressed in the skin of a man. Hard and deep. "David, more-"
"Yes," he muttered, "you can take me, kitten. Come on, do it again." She was like hot silk wrapped around him. And it was shattering his mind. Breaking his vaunted control. And suddenly he was seated within her. His was pressed to her breast, her sensitive nipples scraped by the matted hair of his chest. David braced himself on his arms above her, his face savage as he pulled lightly away, and then brought his hips back to hers with a snap. Straightening his arms, he lifted her into his thrusts, pinning her to the bed and using that leverage for her enjoyment, sharp pleasure spearing them both, causing David to grind his teeth as he rode her hard, trying to hold his climax at bay. Penelope's soft passionate cries beneath him strengthening the deep well of need that was clawing at his insides.
Suddenly she was clinging to him, shaking and frantic, almost sobbing as her release hit her. David tensed, riding out her climax, keeping a slow tempo to his thrusts to drag out the moment for her pleasure. Relaxing her grip on Dave's shoulders, Penelope felt herself relax back against the bed. Looking up into her lover's eyes, a soft, almost purring noise sounded from her throat, "David" she said. Just one word, just his name, holding all her lazy satisfied pleasure. And it sent him over the edge.
Rising to his knees, David's need was savage. His control broken. He hooked his arms higher under her legs and leaned forward, bracing himself on his hands. Her legs were over his shoulders, her hips tilted up towards him and she was totally helpless before him in this position. Penelope relaxed her muscles more, releasing all control to him, and David took all that she gave and pushed for more. The tremors had barely left her before he was winding her tight again. Totally unable to control the depth of his thrusts, she could only hold on as he drove hard and deep, his shoulders drawn up with the effort he used, trying to melt himself into her, trying to create one being, gutturally muttering words he could not even realize "gattina…..my kitten….. Open to me….. Dolce….Mine!... Dea Dolce!" Penelope released a sharp scream as she came again, in a glorious hot flame, her nails digging into David's shoulders as she tightened convulsively around him, holding him tighter than before.
And the pleasure took him under as wildly as it had Penelope, and he jerked with each spasm, a harsh cry breaking from his throat as he emptied himself in her, each shudder rippling over his entire body as he poured himself into her depths as she clasped him to her, running her hands over him, soothing the beast that was his need. His heart was thudding in his chest and he was weak.
Trying not to crush Penelope, he fell to her side, slipping out from inside of her. Rolling to his back, he gasped for breath, reaching to thread his fingers through hers as they both struggled to salvage their breathing. From his side, he could feel her warmth. He was not letting her go now.
As their breathing slowed, from his side, a breathy voice with a perky grin was heard, "Wow, that was nice!"
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(A/N: I'm sitting on pins and needles hoping this was well written. I'm biting fingernails as I think of someone else reading this. I read back through it and it describes the way I feel Rossi would be. And, my Penelope is just the woman to stand up to him and beside him. "nice"! *giggle* I can't wait to see what Rossi thinks of that! LOL! Hope you enjoy! KK)