(A/N: Real life is getting to me, people. And, this is my escape from it. I hope my frustration with work doesn't bring my story down. Let me know if everything still flows the way it should? Hope you enjoy!)

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Shutting the door, Dave dropped his bag on the floor. Hearing Penelope's voice behind him, he turned to see her leaning on the counter of her small kitchenette. She was thumbing through a pamphlet for what he assumed was the local Thai food place. They had discussed what to order on the way over; a safe normal subject. After one aborted attempt by Penelope to start a conversation, she had broached the matter of food as a more prudent subject.

Unable to help himself, he moved towards her, catching her hips between his hands as he leaned against her. He smiled as her voice faltered momentarily in her order before picking up strength again. Nuzzling into the hair at the back of her neck, he placed wet kisses on her neck and shoulder. He growled a laugh when she reached behind her with one hand and swatted at his side. Moving one hand, he swept her hair from one side of her neck and began to nibble and then suck on the exposed earlobe, enjoying the shiver that wracked her form. The shape of her breasts was clearly visible. The smile didn't leave his face as he brushed his hand across the front of her dress, rubbing a thumb over her full breasts. Pulling her firmly back against him, making sure he nestled his solid length closely against his Kitten's bottom, enjoying her small mewl of sound before she continued giving the take out place her address.

Hearing her finish the order, he rocked against her as she placed the phone down on the counter beside them. Heat surged through her.

"David Rossi, you behave!" Penelope grinned, knowing he would understand she didn't mean it.

"Now, where's the fun in that?" Dave's lips brushed against her earlobe and his breath on her neck caused her to tremble, "How much time, Kitten?"

Penelope breathed in deeply, "45 minutes, usually."

"Good." Running his hands down her arms, he pressed her hands firmly against the countertop. With a quiet and intense, "Stay", he commanded her as he trailed fingers up her arms and down her ribs. Using his knees, he nudged Penelope's legs farther apart and tightened his grip on her hips. The position caused her to angle forward to keep her balance. "Hold still, Cara." He took a step back to lean down and slide his hands under the hem of her dress. Penelope pressed both hands flat against her counter, closing her eyes as sensations ran over her. Dave's fingers had drawn the edge of her dress up and over her bottom, exposing her to the cool air of the apartment. He had gone to his knees behind her, leaving her dress laying about her waist on the counter.

Bracketing her ankles with his fingers for a brief moment, he leaned back again, admiring the picture of sleek curves before him. "Beautiful."

"Mon Loup?" the throaty sound to her voice seemed to egg him on. Dave wanted to take her, take her now, here. He stroked fingers up her calves, feeling her nylon clad legs flex under his hands.

Hands at her knees, he circled his thumbs into the sensitive hollows there, enjoying the feel of stockings and skin beneath his fingers. Place a nipping kiss on the back of her thigh above the edge of her garter, he chuckled at her gasp. Nips and kisses followed his path up, pausing at the ticklish edge were her thigh met her bottom. He enjoyed her shudders as he brushed over that sensitized area with flicks of his tongue. Her breath was coming in little pants now, moans coming every few seconds from her throat. He kissed and tongued wetly along her cheeks before he stood up behind her. He was walking a thin line of control here. Moving his hand between them, he dipped between her thighs, enjoying the feel of her against him. "Are you my bad girl, Kitten?"

"Yes, Mon Loup," need stained her voice as she arched, searching for more.

"Luckily, you were right. I know just what to do with bad girls." Spreading his fingers between her thighs, he curved a finger to press against her center, caressing lightly. She could feel his whole body tense as he leaned heavily against her. And his voice was a deep rumple in her ear, "What do you want, Kitten?"

"Dave-!"

"Tell me, Penelope, what do you want?" Dave's voice broke slightly, the feel of her in his hands, her position against him, and the tortuous wait for her wrecking its toll on him. "Tell me what you need."

"You, David. Please!" Penelope's body was involuntarily rocking back against him with every stroke of his fingers, her hands still firmly in place on the counter, she moved as much as she could.

With an exclamation, Dave turned her quickly in his arms. Wrapping an arm around her waist and one hand cradling her neck, he pressed against her with a deep kiss.

Penelope wrapped one leg around him, clutching him to her as she frantically reached for his neck. His scent surrounded her in that moment, a touch of cologne, underlined by the scent of soap and the clean sharp smell of maleness. Stripping his tie from his neck, she started unbuttoning Dave's shirt so she could slide her hands inside but quickly got frustrated and pulled his shirt free from his pants instead. Murmuring appreciative noises, she pulled him closer. "Dave, I need you inside me, now!" Penelope's demand was issued with force. Removing her hands from his shirt, she reached down to undo his belt, unfastening his pants as she did so. She couldn't resist stroking her fingers tighter and completely around his solid length.

Dave took a step away only to have Penelope clutch him with one hand and tighten her leg where it was wrapped around his thigh. "Dave, where are you going?!"

"The bedroom, Cara." Dave struggled to make sense.

Penelope pulled her hands free from Dave, "No, Mon Loup." At her words, Dave fought not to roar at the crushing sensation that enveloped him.

"The counter, Dave, use the counter-"

What happened next was completely out of her control and maybe his as well. Reaching, he hitched Penelope up into his arms and took one step forward, placing her on the counter without breaking contact with her luscious body. Clutching her so tightly she knew there would be bruises later, he returned to immerse himself in their kiss, groaning at the feel of her fingers moving to dance upon his bare shaft. He was a man unused to being seduced and she was causing him to become undone with just a few words and brief touches. But they were her words and her touches; and he found himself transfixed. He wanted it all, every single thing she could give and then more. The muscles of his shoulders were corded with tension as he held her hips within his hands. He knew exactly what it felt like to be inside her and he wanted it right now.

With one adjustment he slid home to the feel of Penelope's nail digging into his back and her gasp in his ear. Wrapping his hand around her neck, he held her to him, losing himself in the drugging sensation of their kiss. He could feel Penelope's shoes pressed against his back and her thighs gripping his sides. The sensation was so heady, knowing she was completely naked to him but for her dress and stockings. She had done this for him that morning, preparing for his arrival. Pulling away he returned with long strong pumps, sending them both spiraling with the sensations. Helpless to stop, he continued on and on in a steady driving rhythm, straining against her, his vaunted control broken. Sweat broke out on his face, though there was still a slight chill in the apartment, "Cara, I can't wait-"

Penelope tightened her legs around his waist and released one hand from the grip on his back. Running her fingers through his hair, she dug her nails into the back of his neck and brought Dave's eyes up to hers, "Dave, shut up and fuck me." Deliberately she clamped inner muscles down on his shaft, holding him fast inside her for a moment to emphasize her words.

With a growl, Dave lost the last of his control, hardening further inside her. He pinned her with his gaze. It felt like the top of his head was going to explode. His hand moved from her neck into her hair, pulling her head back as he kissed down her neck. She clutched his shoulders for balance as the speed and depth of his strokes increased. She might have been hurting if she wasn't so aroused, his body thrusting hard into hers.

"Dea Dolce, yes...Cara…" His strong fingers clenched around her back and tightened roughly in her hair as she tensed in his arms, coming hot and wet around him. Pressing her face into his shoulder and trying to suppress an animal growl, he bucked against her once, twice, and then ground hard against her as he came, pressing deeply into her, "my Kitten."

Brief moments passed as they collapsed against each other, breathing slowly returning to normal. David pressed his lips softly against Penelope's, gently moving against hers. Tenderly he eased the grip he had on her alluring locks, admiring the colors as they flowed between his fingers. Hand now free, he cupped her cheek to press another kiss to her lips before whispering, "Sorry, Kitten. I'm so sorry."

Startled, Penelope felt her eyes flare open. "Dave, what's wrong?"

"I didn't mean to be this rough with you." He moved one of his hands down and cupped her thigh, letting his fingers caress and play with garter and top of her stockings. "You are exquisite and delicate-"

Penelope crowed with quiet laughter. She couldn't help it. "Oh, my Pet, 'delicate' is not something I have every felt applied to me."

He closed his hand securely around her thigh and gently pressed upon her bottom lip with the thumb of his other hand. Reaching forward, he spoke to her, "You are delicate." Teasing at her top lip with sucking kisses, he continued, "You are divine. You are womanly and ravishing."

"Well, I certainly feel 'ravished'.' Penelope replied with a giggle. Pursuing Dave's retreating lips with her own, she spoke between kisses, "I am hopelessly unconcerned about your roughness and intoxicated with the thought that we might experience that again."

Dave's face relaxed. Beginning to respond to her teasing touches, his plans were interrupted by the sound of a knock at her door. Both froze, guiltily looking towards the apartment door. Reluctantly pulling away, Dave reached down to tuck himself back in his pants and doing them up. He helped Penelope down, enjoying her gasp as she landed on her heels and took a moment to find her legs.

"I-" Penelope glanced again at the door before blushing.

"I'll get it. You go to the bathroom. It won't take a minute and I'll meet you back here? Alright?" Nudging her on her way, he waited till she had turned from him before smacking her behind with an accurately placed swat.

"David Rossi!"

"Just wanted to let my bad girl know I was thinking of her." With an arch to his lips, Dave turned towards the door.

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After eating at Penelope's small table while talking about work, Rossi settled on her couch. He had set his shoes to the side of the couch and laid his jacket across her chair. Penelope rose from putting in the DVD and watched the sight of David Rossi getting comfortable on her couch. Inside her apartment. Briefly her glance trailed to her kitchen and she knew she would never be able to place a hand on that counter again without a surge of heat. Even now, as her gaze came back to David, fire flickered along her veins and she had to squeeze her thighs tight against the answering throb. Watching him roll the cuffs of his shirt back and begin to button his shirt back up, she was glad to see that he left it un-tucked and the top few buttons undone. It added an untamed and wolfish look to his gentleman air.

Hiding a shiver, Penelope settled on the couch, quietly pleased when David drew her back under his arm and they watched the opening scene of 'Arsenic and Old Lace' as Mortimer Brewster, critic renowned for his opposing views on marriage, agrees to marry his sweetheart, Elaine.

Sometime later, she roused from the fantasy world where serial killers were sweet old ladies and bad guys looked like Boris Karloff to pull away from David. "Concession stand break!" She stood up, feeling Dave's hand drift over her hip. Returning from the bathroom, she went to start popcorn as Dave took a quick restroom break.

Feeling a flicker from her center as she leaned against the counter, she waited for Dave to join her in her kitchenette. The scene they had just watched where Mortimer tells Elaine their marriage is off for her own good, believing that insanity runs in his family, played through her mind. Feasting her eyes on David as he moved smoothly and strongly through her living room towards her, she attempted to put into words something that had been worrying her. "You better not try that with me, David."

"Woman, I haven't tried anything yet. I just got back into the room!" David arrived next to her and settled one hip against the counter, turning to face her.

"No, I mean that 'doing this for your own good' bull." Penelope's eyes hardened a little as she waved at the frozen moment in time on the tv screen. "I told you once, I will not be wrapped in bubble wrap and put up on a shelf." Meeting his eyes, she continued, "I don't want to be hurt because of something you did thinking that it was the best thing for me. Or, the best thing for us. I'm tired of people making decisions about their relationships with me without even speaking to ME about them."

Dave shifted uncomfortably. He wondered how she seemed to know him, sometimes it seemed to well. "Now, you can't ask me not to try and protect you. I will do whatever I need to, to keep you safe."

Hand clasping his arm, she stressed, "As long as you talk to me." With a significant pause, "And you will not leave me." Taking a thoughtful moment and showing a smile, Penelope continued, "I don't mean that in any horrible stalker-ish kind of way. I just don't want to come to work and have you not be my friend anymore. Not speaking to me. I don't want to be left wondering what went wrong or what I might have done wrong. So don't leave without talking to me. And sure as hell not for some brainless excuse of doing it 'for my own good.' David, you do not want to see what I'm capable of." Waving the fingers of her other hand at him, she stressed, "With this hand alone I would take your lands, I would raze your defenses to the grounds, salt your lands, and own your manhood, David Rossi." Wiggling her fingers she reached out to press her hand to his chest.

David Rossi became serious as he considered what she had said. Looking away for a moment in thought, he nodded. "I'll agree to try." At the opening of her mouth to protest, "Try is all I can agree to. You got involved with a hereditary strong blooded Italian male, Penelope, protective and commanding is in my genes. To try is all I can promise, Cara."

"Well, my Pet, just remember," Tapping the fingers of her hand on his chest, "This is the hand that can take everything from you."

Dave let out a short breath of laughter, "What happens if you use both hands, Kitten?"

Turning at the ding of the microwave, she shook the bag and poured the buttered popcorn into a bowl. Grinning, "Then, you find yourself a very small hole in a very small cave and wait for my reign of terror to be over and hope there is something green on this Earth to restart life with." Leaning back against the counter, she lobbed a few pieces of popcorn into her mouth and offered the bowl to Dave.

"I don't eat popcorn." Nudging the bowl back towards her, Dave declined.

"Well, let's see what else we have." Returning to her cabinets over Dave's protests, she shuffled aside odds and ends. Dave quit protesting when he realized Penelope was ignoring him and just admired the lovely view of her calves as they arched and the sway of her bottom. Shuffling his feet a bit, he readjusted as he felt himself start to respond. This was ridiculous. Yes, he was definitely attracted to Penelope Garcia. He had been for awhile. But, this level of response was quickly becoming something of a concern. All he could think about sometimes in her presence was getting back to being close to her. Near her. Inside her.

"Pretzels!" Penelope faced Dave with a smile and added another bowl to the one with her popcorn. "I can't believe you're a popcorn bigot! What is there about popcorn that you don't like?" She led the way back to the couch, waiting for David to sit down before she sat down beside him. Handing the bowl of pretzels to Dave she lifted questioning eyes to him, only to see him sitting his bowl down on her coffee table and moving towards her.

Capturing Penelope's cheek with one hand and the back of her neck with the other, Dave drew her in for a drugging kiss, stabbing his tongue between her lips to sweep her mouth before returning to his seat. She met Dave's eyes with her own as they fluttered open, "Kitten, the only thing I don't like about popcorn, is that it gets stuck in my teeth. On you, the taste is excellent. I believe I'll just taste you whenever I get to missing popcorn tonight."

Tucking her back against him, he started the movie again. Actually looking forward to enjoying Mortimer's trials as he tried to save his aunts, save his fiancé, commit one brother and escape death from the other, Dave relaxed fully for the first time since they got called away on this last case.

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(A/N: I seem to not be able to escape serious moments between Penelope and Dave. But, it's those moments of seriousness amongst the lightheartedness that make the development of the relationship mean that much more to me.

What did make my week? EmEliza pointed out to me that on the last episode, Rossi had to enter the 'Spanking Room' to find a piece of evidence. *Squeee!* J

Hope you're still enjoying the story! KK