(A/N: I've been struggling to find time to write recently. And, I'm so hoping for a lot of Rossi and/or Garcia face time on this new episode of CM coming this week. I love their individual characters as well as shipping them together. And, bless it all, I do love to ship them together! LOL)
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Penelope stirred in her bed. She could hear music. Squinting one eye open, she found she couldn't budge. There was an arm wrapped around her middle, an arm folded beneath her head and legs entangled with her own. Closing her eye with a smile, she snuggled back down when she heard sounds again. Straining she made out the words to a favorite song. Lunging up, she struggled in Dave's arms as her phone started playing again.
"Dave, let go, its work!" Penelope shifted free as Dave rolled to his back and made a run for her forgotten purse from where it lay in the living room. She couldn't believe she had left her phone in here.
Her phone started its odd tune again and she snatched it from the depths as she landed in a skid on the couch.
In the bedroom, Rossi listened with half an ear as he looked at the ceiling of Penelope's bedroom. He was fascinated by her individually. And everything in her apartment spoke about her and her personality. Closing his eyes for a minute, he soaked in contentment. He didn't feel any driving urge to be somewhere else. After their movie last night, they had relaxed on the couch, listening to music Penelope had on her entertainment center. Thinking back, he remembered wondering what she was going to subject him to, but, she had played something that was a mix of jazz, ballad and rock. Which, he had liked. Not all of their songs, but most of them. Besides, he had recognized one of the songs from the video game Max Payne.
He knew she had wondered how he - the cynic of technology - knew video games enough to recognize them when unsub's played them or was familiar enough with them to recognize theme music. He would have to tell her one day. Recollecting their many conversations by phone these last two weeks while they were separated, he was hard pressed to remember a time he had shared personal information so unabashedly with anyone else except Aaron. As a team, all of them at the BAU trusted each other as the closest of friends, but, there were still things each of them had held close and private, away from the others. At least, he had. But, these past nights of phone calls, they had touched on many subjects he hadn't spoken of with anyone else. Hearing the click as Penelope set her phone down on the table; he waited for her to return.
She had grabbed the afghan off the couch on her way back. Wrapping it around herself and leaning against the doorway to her bedroom, she paused to take in the site of David Rossi lying in her bed, her fluffy comforter falling around his waist and his arms propped behind his head as he stared at her ceiling, apparently lost in thought. He was such a handsome man. Damn the Italians! From her recent viewpoint, they had made one of the most romantic, most sexy, and ultimately gorgeous men she had the pleasure of knowing. And he was ensconced in her bedroom. With her. And he did not look as if he wanted to leave it anytime soon. Honestly, neither did she but work had called.
"Well, Kitten" rolling onto his side, Dave looked at her, enjoying the wildness of her hair and the high spirits glinting from her eyes. "What's the news?"
With a forlorn sigh, Penelope let her gaze wander over Dave once again before meeting his eyes, "That was work. I need to go in for a few hours. One of my tech's found a Trojan and wants me to look at it before he tries to remove it. He says it has some tags he hasn't seen before." Curiosity lit her tone for a moment at the prospect, before she brought her gaze back to Dave.
"One of 'your' techs? How many other minions do you have?" Dave thought back, he had known she was good at her job. He also remembered a conversation with Emily and JJ of her being one of the top 5 hackers in the world when the FBI had recruited her. At the time, from listening to the two women discuss what they had heard; he had wondered how much of a recruitment it had been as opposed to a mandated enlistment.
"Actually, they call me if they have a question. The FBI has hired some of the best for the positions of analysts. Where do you think they go when they have a technical problem?" With a mischievious look, she added, "They know if they call me before it goes bad, I will help them keep their hard drives from turning into little more than heavy paperweights. It saves me time trying to find out what the problem is if I start working on it from the beginning, so, I'm willing to go in when they call me."
"Speaking of working when you're off – I thought you usually had your support group on Thursday nights? Honestly Kitten, I was preparing myself to deal with your loss last night till you got through with your support group. Then I planned on whisking you away." Dave's questioning look didn't stray from her barely covered form.
"Well, I started a side project while you were gone. I input all the data of what days the team is called on to fly out and what days you usually arrived back for the past year. Most of the time, you are leaving the first part of the week and then coming in the on the last part or over the weekend. So, checking the percentages, I asked one of the other support group hosts to switch their day with mine and 'Viola', I now do my volunteering on Tuesdays." Taking one step away from her post, she added, "It doesn't keep me on my family's exact same schedule, but, it does up my chances by a measely twenty percent."
Sitting up, David moved to the edge of the bed and swung his legs over the side to rest on the floor. "Come here, Kitten."
Giggling, Penelope sashayed one step closer, "Now, why would I need to do that, Mon Loup? If I come over there, you'll end up distracting me and I'll be late for work."
Quicker than she could dodge, he reached out and grabbed a corner of her afghan, slowly pulling her toward him. "Would I keep you from your work, Cara? All I want is a good morning kiss."
Playfully jerking against Dave's steady pulling on the afghan, "Sure, that's what you say now." When he gave a particularly strong jerk, she released the afghan with a squeal of surprise and took off for the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her as she listened in delight to Dave's strong laughter. Stepping away from the door with a happy sigh, she had the fleeting thought that this was what mornings should be like. Not worrying about relationships and how to not hurt people's feeling, or how someone was going to take her heading into work on her supposed day off. At least Dave understood her need to go in to work and didn't hassle her about it. And, he didn't whine about it either or make her feel guilty.
Starting the water in the shower, she decided not to take a bath. Stepping beneath the hot water, she reached for the Dove soap and stepped beneath the water.
Dave stood up from the bed upon hearing the shower start up. Walking to the door, he opened it to see Penelope's silhouette behind the shower curtain. Taking a moment to enjoy watching her move behind the almost transluscent curtain with its bright designs, he strode inside, closing the door behind him.
Advancing to the corner of the small tub, he pulled back the edge of the shower curtain and shouldered his way in between his Kitten and the water from the shower head. Watching with hot eyes as streams of water trickled down through her hair, plastering it to her head, and continued down over her breasts and over or to the side of her nipples.
"David Rossi! What are you doing?" Penelope's voice was teasing, not really complaining, not with the smile on her face. "You know, shower sex only sounds like a good idea. My shower just isn't the place to try it though."
"Cara, that's just because you have been playing with boys. Men know showers aren't about sex," Leaning forward, Rossi enjoyed the feel of the hot water beating against his back as he took the bar of soap from her hand. Soaping up his hands, he set the soap aside and ran his hands down her arms, pulling her towards him. Running his hands back up to cup her neck, he drew her in for a kiss before sliding his lips across her cheek to whisper in her ear, "Showers are about making sure everyone is completely clean." Sucking her earlobe between his lips, he flicked tongue to that bit of skin right behind it. With a quiet mutter of "Everywhere," he held her loosely as she shuddered between his hands.
Leaning back, he reached for the soap again before running his hands over her shoulders and down her chest. With an intense gaze, he watches as his hands ease down her sides, his thumbs pulling roughly but briefly over her nipples before he caressed soapy circles on her belly. Widening his circles he bracketed her hips, clenching his fingers into her ass momentarily as he fought the urge to drag her to him. He forced himself to let go and reach for the soap again. Soaping his hands up, he went to one knee in front of her, feeling the water concentrated high on his back now. He looked up as he reached for one foot, "Lift your leg, Cara."
He smiled at the gasp he heard, thinking it came from her imbalanced state as she grasped his shoulder. She shifted her weight so that he could pick up her foot and stroke his soapy fingers over the arch and slowly between each of toes. Scraping a fingernail over the sole of her foot before dragging his fingers up her calf, he watched with satisfaction as her foot curled with the feeling.
Penelope could only stare down at the skin stretched over the bronze shoulders of the man kneeling at her feet. The first night they were together, his playfulness and moving statements had led her into believing he may mean what he was saying. The long conversations and revealing talks they had the two weeks they were apart had made everything more real. And having him come to her in the middle of the bullpen, buy her a super-wonderful crazy pen because he was thinking of her, and escorting her from the building without trying to hide anything that was between them, had solidified her trust. But this, this CARING for her, without anyone watching, without her asking, just caring for her because he wanted to, she felt her heart split and part of it leave to lodge in this bronze gold god that knelt before her. Unknown to Dave, one small tear leaked free to drip down and mingle with the trails of water drifting down his back. One tear, freely given, not from sadness, but from one moment of perfect joy.
When Dave stood up, he cupped her cheeks to give her one more kiss before turning her around. Pressing her hands against the shower wall behind them, he drew his thumbs slowly down her arms, stroking lines from inside her elbows to her armpits and Penelope spluttered a gasp with the sensation. Who knew the skin there was an erogenous zone? Apparantly he did cause he continued the line down her sensitive sides causing her sigh heavily with the heady feeling. Her nipples tightened further as they came into contact with the cool surface. His clever fingers seemed to know intimately the shape of her spine as they danced over her. He returned with his seductive slick hands once again, his forefinger resting briefly on the apex to her bottom before drifting down the cleft between. Cupping her behind firmly and massaging strong fingers into the creases underneath, causing her to arch onto her toes and press into the wall with a quivering moan.
Moving one arm around her waist and taking one step forward, he pulled her back firmly back against him.
With her hands still pressed against the wall, Penelope let her head fall back on Dave's shoulder. She could feel his hard length cradled against her back. Having the planes of his body brushing wetly against her; it set her body burning brighter and hotter.
Strong, masculine fingers traced the indented curvature of her waist before moving over her rounded stomach to cup her plump breasts in each hand. Bliss at his touch caused her to arch into his hands as his fingers pulled and strummed her nipples till they became stiff aching peaks.
Releasing the wall, she reached behind her to cup her hand to Dave's hip. When he 'tut-tut'-ed in her ear with a low growl, she dug her nails involuntarily into his skin. She smiled as she felt him buck against her back. He liked it when she used her nails.
Dave took her hand and placed it back against the wall. "Ah, my Kitten. I like it when you are so deliciously bad."
Penelope felt her knees give way only to have Dave catch and support her with a warm chuckle, "Easy, Cara."
Her hands pressed against the shower wall, surrounded by the steam of water and the warmth of Dave's body, she felt like they had all the time in the world.
Keeping one arm around his Kitten's waist, he slid one sure hand down and between her thighs. "So good. You're so warm and wet for me" was rumbled deeply in her ear.
Slowly and smoothly, he stroked her while licking spots of water from her neck and shoulder. Having her in his arms, moaning and writhing, was more heady than his most expensive wine. She was beautiful.
Changing his smooth motions to a rougher touch, he pressed and withdrew before returning to rub across her tightly drawn bundle of nerves with the roughness of the pad of his thumb as he thrust fingers deep and high within her. "Come for me, Cara" Dave's voice resounded through her and Penelope dissolved in the lightning, her orgasm pulsing and pushing her blood through her veins like a flame.
Blinking her eyes, Penelope rolled her head on Dave's chest and lanquidly lifted one arm to curl it behind his neck. Pulling him close, she sighed with happiness.
"See, Kitten. You just needed the right man in your life."
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A/N: I hope you are still enjoying the story. Even while I'm at work, conversations and scenes are dancing in my head. Let me know if you have any favorite parts, words, or actions that you like. Or, any that just seem to be 'Rossi' or 'Garcia'. I'm still trying to stay true to the individual characters without getting to OOC for either one of them. I would really like opinions. And reviews. *grin*
P.S. Also, if you have a link to a good pic that has both Rossi and Garcia in it, share it with me? I'm having a hard time feeding my muse. :)