(A/N: If it's not obvious, please know that I do not own Criminal Minds or any of it's characters. I thought I better mention this again as I've left it out the last few times.)

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David stirred awake and moved silently from the bed. Walking to the bathroom, he rinsed quickly and picked up another washcloth. Wetting it with warm water, he moved back to the bed and gently uncovered his Kitten.

Penelope awoke to the feel of a hand moving over her and soft warmth between her legs. Whimpering a little as her nerve endings were still sensitive, she heard a deep gruff voice soothing her. Opening her eyes, she watched as David - SSA David Rossi! – moved back to the bathroom. Rolling over, she buried her head in the pillows, desperately hoping for some time to straighten out her thoughts. She felt the bed dip as he moved back under the covers next to her.

David felt the corners of his mouth quirk up in a partial smile as he looked at Penelope next to him in the bed. Rolling to his side, he propped his head on his hand as he looked at her. "Are you planning on keeping your head buried in the pillows the rest of the night, Kitten?"

He could barely hear the "Yes" that was muttered from beneath the pillow.

"What happened to that famous bravado, Kitten?"

She rolled over on her side to face him, noticing his eyes darting down and back up to meet hers. His eyes darkened with warmth as he met her gaze. His voice came out huskier and deeper. "Penelope, did I scare you?" and with a cautious look, "Did I hurt you?"

Pausing, Penelope took in her lover's concerned face, "You didn't hurt me. I –" hesitating only for a moment, not wanting to worry her dark eyed Romeo, "I thoroughly enjoyed everything we did." It seemed so much easier to talk about this in the quiet dimness of the room. The room was dark and only the flickering of the flames from the gas heater in the corner lit the darkness enough for her to make out his features.

At ease now that he knew she was no longer running shy, David relaxed. Winding his arms around her, he pulled her against him, rolling to his back and letting her legs fall between his as he cradled her to his chest. He could feel her heartbeat, they were lying so close together, and he kept her pulled tight to him, not wanting to miss if she tried to hide anything from him. He could feel her weight on his chest and fingers drawing circles, every now and then dragging fingernails and scraping at his bare skin under some of the hair that graced his chest.

Part of her still couldn't believe that they were in bed – together! - which was the reason she couldn't actually drag her hands away from his skin. Watching her hands on him, on his chest, sometimes brushing his arms, and reaching up to run over his beard as they spoke, made the night seem more real to her. She also wanted David to understand that there was nothing to fear between them.

David tucked another pillow behind his head, winding his arms around Penelope as he returned her stare.

"You are a very possessive and dominating man in bed, Mon Loup" Penelope asserted as she stared at David Rossi. She should have expected it from watching him in the office. For a man who color coded his notes with red and blue ink and a man who used the strict order with which he filed his case records and reports, he was extremely controlling in the office. She had never transferred those principles to how he might be controlling in the bedroom.

"I did scare you, didn't I?" David closed his eyes with remorse, "Kitten, I don't usually play that way. In fact, it's been years, not since Carolyn-"

Pressing her fingers to his mouth, Penelope silenced the out pouring before he could misinterpret her silence any further. "David, when I said I enjoyed everything we did, I meant everything. " Shrugging her shoulders, she released another bit of truth to the shadows that surrounded them, "I like dominance in the bedroom, my Pet. Kevin and I played together, but, it was a learning experience for both of us." Which, Penelope thought, is probably why he could pull off the 'dominant' act, those few times they had tried it. "Kevin really wasn't comfortable with it. But, I found that I enjoyed a bit of dominance in the bedroom. I like being controlled sometimes. And, I found that it takes a powerful and intense man to control me. And it takes a lot of trust to give that control to someone." Unspoken was the acknowledgement that Kevin hadn't been the man that she trusted for that position. "You haven't played like that since Carolyn? David, how can you be hiding so much of yourself? For so long?"

David leaned his forehead against Penelope's, hugging her to him tightly for a moment before releasing the firm hold and laying back against his pillows, "There hasn't been anyone that I have felt safe to share that with. Not for a long time. I guess, Kitten, when I was asking if you trusted me, I was also saying that I trusted you."

Penelope stilled. Leaving her fingers pressed against his chest and arm where she lay, she met David's eyes. She hadn't even thought about that. She knew David had said he never brought anyone to his cabin, but this was more than just friendship. They had had friendship between them already. This was more. She had known she would be addicted if she had a taste of the passion that he held inside. Finding out that David had a dominant streak just lit her fire faster than she had expected. It was invigorating and a little alarming to discover that he might feel the same. "David-" Penelope stopped. "The possessiveness…..?"

Taking a moment to look away before returning his gaze to Penelope, he let his eyes travel over her messy blonde strands, thinking how lovely she looked. "I don't want this to be a one night thing, Kitten," David admitted almost reluctantly. He still felt a little raw after the overwhelming passion he had just experienced, but he didn't want her to gain the impression that this was all that he wanted from her.

"David, I can't be a 'Friends with Benefits' kinda girl."

David's eyes flew open. "Penelope! I would never ask that of you. I want you to be my –" David paused, "girlfriend sounds to trite for what I want." His voice trailed off as he let his eyes wander over her face, her lips, and back to her luminous eyes.

"Then what do you want, Dave?" Her voice had gotten breathy; she could feel his body growing rigid beneath her. But he made no move to slip back into her depths. He was looking at her. It felt like he was looking inside her. Penelope halted, watching his movements. David was suddenly looking intense.

Rolling with her, David looked down at the exquisiteness that graced his bed, and hopefully the charming nymph that would grace his part of his life.

Placing a drugging kiss against her lips and thrusting his tongue between them, he nipped her bottom lip and caused her to gasp. He kissed up the line of her throat as she arched her neck. He loved the feel of her skin against his lips, loved moving his cheek against hers and feeling the roughness of his beard against her smooth skin. Hearing her sounds as he placed nipping kisses along her jaw up to her ear was sending more impulses through him. It was like she had a direct line to his inner hunger, each sound heightening his desire for her.

Whispering huskily into her ear, "I want you to be my date, my partner" he trailed his lips down her neck, nuzzling her soft skin with his nose and flicking his tongue out to taste her. He could feel her hands clenching his arms, her breasts pressing into his chest with each breath she took. Sliding down farther, he trailed lips and tongue down her neck, brushing her smooth skin roughly with his beard from time to time, and following with nips, just to hear her delicious gasps. "My Bella, my sweetheart." He grazed over her neck and shoulder with his teeth, leaving faint raises of pink showing his passage, only to lap at them with his tongue.

He savored the feel of her between his lips, an ache spreading through him that he hadn't felt in years. His hands moved from beneath her, sliding into her hair to tip her head back for better access to her neck and shoulders. "My dearest, my dolcezza, my paramour." He heard her intake of breath as he took her stiff nipple into his mouth, sucking with gentleness before stroking his tongue over her. He cupped her other breast gently with one hand, pulling at her nipple with strong fingers, mimicking the motions of his mouth, relishing each sound that came from her. He growled at the feeling of her fingers moving over his chest and ribs, arching as he felt those hands massaging his back.

On hands and knees over her, he smiled. He marveled at the way her nipple had reddened and swelled and the start of beard burn that graced her throat from his ministrations. Leaning back down to place a kiss between her breasts "My flame, my darling," he continued down, licking gathering moisture from her belly, before nipping the ridge of her bellybutton and darting his tongue inside.

"David-" was the only clear word he could hear in her gasp of pleasure.

He trailed his hands down her hips and sides, watching as she parted her thighs instinctively. "My lover, my gattina, my Woman," David spread her thighs wider, enough for him to settle between them. He could feel the shivers that were wracking her frame, her hands clenching on his shoulders. His breath caught in his throat for a split second as he gazed at her; she was laid out in front of him, all pale skin, reddened flesh from his passionate kisses and roughened fingertips, pink wet flesh resting before him, and her gasping sighs of pleasure ringing in his ears.

Placing a kiss in the shadow of her hip, he whispered in a low, hoarse voice, "My Beloved, my Soul." His heart was thudding wildly in his chest. Placing a hand on her hips, he raised his head for one moment, "Penelope-" David waited till she opened her eyes, meeting his. "Everything, Penelope. Everything?"

Penelope lifted heavy eyelids. David's words and actions had sent her to a place beyond inhibitions. Meeting his eyes, there was no doubting the answer to his question. "Yes. Everything, David." She cupped his cheek in her hand as she spoke, not wanting him to doubt the fervor of her answer.

A predatory grin returned to his face as he slowly turned his head to place a kiss to the inside of her hand where it cupped his face. Tracking the vein from her hand down to her wrist with his tongue, David kept his eyes linked with hers. Placing a kiss at her wrist, "Mine, My Cara" he declared.

Moving his head, he placed a kiss on her abdomen, drawing a panting groan from his Kitten as he drew his mouth lower, varying kisses with passes of his tongue. She tilted her hips against him, urging him on. Her hands were now tangled in the sheets as she arched with abandon. Leaning down, he brought his tongue to her, passing over her center, tasting her wetness as she shivered and moaned in response.

Her legs tensed to either side of him, her hands combed through his hair, urgently, and she pleaded incoherently, only his name becoming clear. He continued his discovery, circling around her sensitive center gently, alternating strong touches with light laps. When his lips closed over her bundle of nerves and his tongue pressed against it in his mouth, she screamed as a wrenching climax hurtled over her. Giving up all control, she came with his name shouted from her lips.

Gentling his motions, he left her center to lay a quiet kiss to the inside of her thigh, listening to her rough pants as she subsided. Looking up at her, he moved to ease away. She tightened her hold in his hair and urged him up her body. David moved at her insistence, finding himself over her again, nestled against her, and her lips pressed against his, regardless of the taste of her residing on his tongue.

Leaning back, she looked at him. "David, Mon Loup. You know, you are mine as well," pressing another kiss to his lips, she drove her tongue against his, sparing with him, letting him know that she was with him every step of the way.

With another growl, David lifted himself to his knees, pulling Penelope to him so that her thighs spread to either side of his. Something about hearing her claim him, claim him just as surely as she had just given herself to him, set something free in him. Feeling her hands encircle his shoulders as she leaned towards him to kiss him again, claiming his mouth, he cupped her thighs and lifted her, her arms tightening across his back as she adjusted to what was happening.

This was David Rossi. This was one of the closest friends she had. One of the two men she held in the highest places of her heart, and one that she felt the utmost trust in. She needed him inside her right now. She couldn't think of a time that she had ever wanted something as badly as she wanted this man right now.

"David." Her voice was only a ragged whisper of need. Her fingers splayed over his back as she voiced her plea and David shifted, moving his hips and then he was pushing into her. His eyes never left hers. He was pressing into her in a way she hadn't experienced in a long time, stretching her in ways she was no longer used to and she tried to shift to lessen the slight ache. The discomfort didn't last long and David wasn't slowing, rocking his hips slowly till he slid home. Locking lips with him, she arched, taking him even deeper. Pulling back, she fell into his hot gaze as he led this dance, holding her close as he slowly increased the speed of his thrusts. David started moving faster and she could feel their skin sliding together slickly. One of his hands came up to cup the back of her head, fingers splayed through her hair while his other hand slid around to cup around her bottom. Penelope could feel her excitement rising, small noises escaping her with each slide of skin on skin.

Tightening his hand in her hair, David rumbled deeply in her ear, "Not yet, Kitten."

David turned her face up to his, hearing her whimper as she strained in his arms. "Wait, dolce, wait. I promise, it will only get better." Pressing a kiss to her parted lips, he licked inside, running his tongue quickly against hers before leaning to the side and nibbling his way down her jaw line, speeding up his movements against her. Penelope's pleas and frantic kisses to what she could reach of his jaw and throat only pulling his muscles tighter.

Turning Penelope so he could reach her ear, he brushed his lips across her earlobe before ordering her, "Scream for me, Cara" and with a strong swivel of his hips, he sank his teeth into the skin at her hairline, surging hard inside her with each swivel of his hips as he held her tight.

She yelled his name loudly as his hips slammed into hers and she felt the sting of his bite merging into one long warm wave of release that sent another blast of pleasure through her, causing her to grind her hips against him as she writhed in his arms, feeling him release inside her. Both of them shook together for a moment before David leaned to the side, easing them from their position till he could lay on his side with Penelope pulled intimately into his arms.

When he rolled to his back, Penelope moved to cuddle against him, snuggling a leg between his and throwing an arm around his stomach. He shifted to where her head was supported better on his shoulder. Finally releasing his grip on her hair with one light stroke of his fingers over the bite mark hid in her hairline, he slid his arm down to cradle hers where it resided across his chest. He ran his hand over her back, feeling her breath evening out. "How are you feeling, Dolce?"

She was pretty sure 'nice' didn't cover it. "David, can we stay like this forever?"

With his arm curved behind her, he leaned down to nestle his face in her hair as he answered in the affirmative "We can."

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(A/N: I love it when I write and I can hear David's voice in my ear. Damn, he is just the sexiest man! Another lemon. I wasn't planning on it, but my serious relationship discussion got side tracked by Dominant Dave.

Hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are craved and welcome! KK!)