(A/N: Sorry it took so long to post an update. But, as you can see, the story grew the more I wrote. Wow, that doesn't make a lot of sense does it? Let's just say, the more I put down, the more there was to tell. I hope you enjoy it!)
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Coming out of her office in a whirl of activity, Penelope dropped her phone into her purse. Dave had just called, saying he was on his way up. She was actually ready to go and feeling fidgety. Walking past the pen, she headed towards the elevator. A voice called to her and she turned back, focusing on her friends.
"Slow your roll, mama." Derek's voice drifted lazily from his reclining form where he was leaned back in his chair. "You made me and Emily a promise while we were in England."
Penelope came towards Derek's desk even as she heard the ding of the elevator arriving. "What are you talking about, my sweet statuesque god?"
David Rossi stepped from the elevator and walked up behind his charming Kitten in time to hear Derek's next words.
"Baby Girl, you promised" the grin evident in his voice, Derek leaned forward. "Emily went through the trouble of making a special request to allow you back into England for an extended visit. We both helped you get inside the perimeter of your restraining order to see the palace grounds. You owe us a night on the town before Emily heads back to London."
Rossi took a relaxed stance against one of the desks by Penelope as he felt his curiosity spark briefly at Morgan's words.
"Special request and palace restraining order?" Rossi braced his hands behind him on the desk. Thinking of past out-of-country vacations he had taken, he made a mental note to probe Penelope's visa status before making any travel plans in the future.
Penelope shrugged her shoulders obstinately, "Just a small over reaction on the part of others, my good-looking gelato."
Coming out of his office, Hotch inquired "Emily, I thought you weren't leaving till Monday? I told Jack that we'd get to see you Sunday at JJ's for dinner before you left."
"Oh, I'm not leaving till Monday." Looking briefly at Morgan, she decided to support whatever he planned. She wanted to see PG and Rossi together and watch how they reacted. Plus, she was going to miss nights out with them. "But, a last night to drink with my friends? I don't plan on being sober by the time I fall asleep tonight. One night to go out and party. The next day to sober up and recover. Sunday to finish packing and visit before I leave. Perfect plan. Who's coming?" Emily picked up her jacket and folded it over her arm as she perked up. Thoughts of a night out dancing and relaxing before leaving energizing her flagging spirits.
From his and Blake's huddle by his desk Reid's voice piped in, "I will." He hadn't had much of a chance to see Emily before she left. Plus, he found himself curious once again about the attraction a bar had for people.
"My plans appear to be flexible." Dave's eyes strayed to Penelope, noticing she actually looked excited about the thought of going dancing. Good thing he had taken Mudgie walking in the park before settling him at home. It looked like he would be watching his Kitten move on the dance floor. With a dark look, he let his eyes travel down Penelope's form as he remembered the first time they had danced together and how the night had ended.
Emily quizzed her other two friends, "Hotch? JJ?"
Hotch shook his head, "Home to Jack. I'll have to see you all at JJ's Sunday."
"Will and I are taking Henry to my niece's birthday party tomorrow. I don't think a hangover will work well with ten or so screaming kids." JJ shook her head wistfully. "Just don't forget to come by the house Sunday."
Oddly enough, Morgan and Rossi thought of Alex at the same time and decided to try and invite her with the team. Both simultaneously asked, "Blake?"
Alex shrugged carelessly, "Why not? I won't be drinking tonight though. I have a Skype date at 3am with my husband that I am not going to miss."
Everyone gathered up their things and headed for the elevator. Discussion was rapidly fired back and forth on where to go before settling on a place they all agreed with. Emily being the first to step in the elevator, she broached the most important question of the evening, "Well, who's going to be driving us this evening? Because it's my last night to spend with you guys and it would be a hell of a shame to waste it being sober."
"Not me!" Garcia's voice rang out as she followed behind Emily, stepping to the side to make room for Dave as he followed her on board.
Easing over to make room as the rest of them entered, Emily held the door open and glanced back into the BAU. Her gaze locked momentarily with JJ's as JJ mouthed the words 'call me' to her. Nodding her head with a grin, she let the doors shut and focused back on the conversation taking place in the elevator.
Reid gamely offered, "I can drive. I never drink anyway. You know, there was a study done stating that drinking motives usually fall into four categories: to enhance positive mood or well being; to obtain social rewards; to reduce pain or discomfort of negative emotions; or to avoid rejection socially. Many participants in the study volunteered the information that moderate drinkers are usually associated with social motives or enhancing positive emotions while heavy drinking is usually reserved for those trying to reduce negative emotions. Oddly enough, most heavy drinkers are causing a self-feeding loop they can't get out of. Even though alcohol is briefly relaxing, it stimulates your body to produce stress hormones. Stress hormones are one thing that cause people to want to drink to relax. Which in doing so, causes the drinker to have a higher level of stress hormones the following day."
"We get it, we get it, Rain Man." Derek hastily interrupted Reid. "I can drive me and Penelope."
"Oh, no, you won't, Sugar Cakes. If I'm dancing with you three tonight, none of us are going to be sober enough to remember it." Garcia was adamant, "You will not be driving tonight, Sweetness."
Morgan conceded, "Ok. Ok. We'll ride with Reid. Emily, where are you going to be?"
As the doors opened and they flooded out, Emily answered Morgan's question, "All for one and one for all, right? I guess I'm with you and PG."
Stopping her rapid stride after Reid and Morgan, Penelope grasped Rossi by the hand to ask "Dave, you are going with us?"
"I'll drive my vehicle and meet you there. Save me a dance or three, Kitten?" Dave covered her hand with his other one and leaned towards her.
"You better believe it! And you better show up quickly my dark eyed Romeo, before my dance card is full." With a joyous expression, she leaned up on her heels to press a kiss against his lips before pulling away. Keeping a grasp on their hands, Dave used it to pull her back in and placed a nipping kiss to her bottom lip before pressing his lips to hers again. Smiling when he released her, he watched as her fingers went up to caress her lips before she turned to follow the other three members of their group towards Reid's vehicle. He watched as she was pulled into a swinging hug by Derek before being escorted to Reid's vehicle.
"Well, Alex. That leaves you riding with me." Rossi turned to his acquaintance and motioned towards his parking space.
"I would ask why you can't ride with me, but, honestly, I don't feel like driving this evening." Reaching the vehicle, she lifted herself up inside the SUV and fastened the seatbelt. Waiting till Rossi had backed out and reached the street, she asked, "It doesn't bother you?"
With a confused glance, Rossi glanced her way, "Does 'what' bother me?"
"Seeing Penelope and Morgan together? From what I've observed, you and Penelope are seeing one another, correct?" Alex knew why her own relationship worked. She was comfortable in it. But, she was honestly curious about what she had observed with this new team and what she knew about David Rossi in general.
With a considering expression, Dave answered, "The first year I started working here, listening to Penelope's and Morgan's banter, it – agitated me. I finally realized it didn't signify a deeper rapport." Slowing to turn at the light, he continued, "When she started dating Kevin Lynch, Morgan and her relationship no longer vexed me."
"What changed between her and Morgan?" Rossi's reply only raised more curiosity for Blake.
With a smile, Dave acknowledged, "Nothing changed between her and Morgan."
"Kevin Lynch's relationship with Penelope bothered you." Blake's voice had the sound of certainty in it as she came to the right conclusion.
Rossi's voice drifted matter-of-factly from his side of the vehicle, "Lynch bothered me."
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Rossi and Blake arrived at the bar and moved inside. Finally spotting their group at a table towards one wall, they made their way there. Morgan, Garcia, and Prentiss were already on the dance floor. A happy Garcia sandwiched between Morgan and Prentiss. Alex sat down to the right of Reid and Rossi just took the seat beside her at the table.
Leaning to the right to get out of the way, Reid's hands close around a bottle of water before he moved back to watching the crowd. Blake caught the waitress before she left and ordered a Dolce and Gabbana.
Morgan, Prentiss and Garcia breathlessly fell into their seats. Emily sat to the left of Reid, laughing and smiling. Morgan pulled Garcia down into the seat between him and Emily, placing her at a slight left angle from Rossi. With the added benefit that it put Morgan directly between the two lovers. With a quirk of his lips, Rossi watched Derek's actions. Tonight was Morgan's and Penelope's and he wasn't planning to interfere. There was no reason for Derek to act so possessive of Penelope tonight. He watched with appreciation as Penelope's cheeks glowed from exertion and she took a hefty swallow of her umbrella'd drink.
Turning to the waitress as she finished taking Blake's request, he ordered a Scotch.
Returning his attention to the table, he found the conversation flying with discussion of Emily's new place in London. Morgan was giving his opinion of the building structure, Penelope waxing poetic about the view from the windows. Reid and Blake asked about the area the home was located in and the type of neighborhood that surrounded it.
A second round of drinks for Emily, Derek and Penelope arrived along with Rossi's and Blake's. For a brief moment there was only the rustling of people moving glasses as the waitress picked up empty glasses and set out new ones before conversation picked back up. With amusement, Rossi listened to the conversation between Alex and Emily as Emily softly but assuredly interrogated Alex about her past work. Deciding to rescue Alex, Rossi interrupted the casual questions, "Emily, trust that Hotch knows what he's doing and drink that highly expensive drink order I just paid for."
"I have to look out for my family." With an unapologetic look at Blake, she did add, "But, knowing Hotch placed you, I will let it go and take advantage of Rossi's generous nature tonight." Picking up the glass, she tilted it in a silent toast to Rossi before drinking.
Penelope rolled her eyes at Morgan's actions tonight. Just because she wasn't a profiler didn't mean she wasn't a woman. Her Sexy Chocolate Bear was acting like she wouldn't notice what he was doing. With a rueful shake of her head, she accepted the fact that Dave's presence would always be on her radar now. She could feel him to her left past Derek, even when she wasn't looking at him. With a shiver, she ran the straw of her drink back and forth slightly over the bite mark that still tingled when she thought about it on her bottom lip. Dave did know how to make an impression on a girl. And, with past episodes with Kevin in her mind, she also admitted that Dave did not seem to be insanely insecure about her and Morgan's relationship. She might be able to attribute part of that to his familiarity with her and her Sugar Bear's relationship, but, still, most men would still be territorial. Thank god she didn't have to worry about placating someone else the entire time tonight! Taking another slow look at her sexy Italian Stallion, she finally focused on the drink in his hand.
"Dave, if I wasn't going to let my Sugar Cakes drink and drive, I'm not about to let you either, my Super Studly Agent." Penelope's voice was cheerful but firm as she leaned forward around Derek to speak to Dave.
Running his fingers around the top of his glass, Dave smiled, "Kitten, one glass isn't going to impair me. I'm perfectly safe with this."
Rising from her seat and placing one hand on the table, Penelope quickly corralled David's glass from his fingers and sat back down with it.
"Kitten, it's not 18 year old scotch but it would still be a shame to waste it." Rossi moved to lean towards his Digital Goddess to take back his glass only to freeze in place as she ran her finger around the top of the glass while staring at him.
Penelope focused on Dave, her memories going back to the night Dave first showed her how Scotch tasted. Picking up the glass, she swirled the liquid in it, watching Dave's eyes darken with their shared awareness.
Feeling a deepening tension around him, Morgan paused in his discussion with the rest of the table. Glancing to the right and left, he took in the sight of his Baby Girl and Rossi shared eye contact. Needing a way to break the current that seemed to be connecting the two, he spoke, "Mamacita, check that intellect of yours. You don't drink scotch."
Tilting the glass towards her, she noticed the glass, while not a shot glass, only had two fingers of scotch in it. Her Mon Loup was right, it wouldn't have affected him, but, his safety and her family's was important and there was no harm in being certain of their protection. Ironically, even if it was from themselves tonight. Looking back at Dave, she opened her mouth and breathed in, letting the smell lay on her tongue. She felt a surge of heat flash through her body at the way Dave's jaw clenched when she wet her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. Unconsciously she squeezed her thighs tighter together in response.
"Baby Girl-" Morgan's voice was questioning and the rest of the group ground to silence in time to watch as Penelope tossed back the scotch with an almost imperceptible shiver before slamming the glass back down on the table.
From Morgan's right, Rossi's voice rasped out, "She learned." The sound of the chair being slid back as he stood up was muted under the cover of the conversations around them. Rossi stepped up beside Penelope just as she teasingly ran the finger of one hand around the glass. As he pulled her from her seat, he arrested the movement of her scotch coated finger in its travel to her lips. Instead, he sucked the tip of her finger into his hot mouth, tonguing the digit before pulling her hand free and stating for the avid ears of the group sitting at the table, "I think it's time for me to claim one of my dances, Strega."
The team watched as Rossi and Garcia were swallowed into the small group of people dancing.
"Reid, come on." Emily finished her drink and moved to get up.
"I think I'll sit this one out, Emily." Uncertainty underlay his voice.
Alex watched as Emily bullied Morgan from his preoccupation and to the dance floor with her before turning back to Reid. "You know just dancing with another woman doesn't automatically equal unfaithfulness."
"I know." Fiddling with his bottle of water, Reid admitted to Blake. "I've never really danced seriously before. Penelope tries to dance with me. I, well, I just don't want to look ridiculous."
"Reid, when a woman wants to dance with you, she's not worrying about how you look together to other people. She just wants to be with you." Alex smiled encouragingly at Reid. "One of your best friends is leaving this weekend. She wants a memory of you Reid. The real you, not some person you pretend to be."
On the dance floor, Emily was still trying to get Derek to talk to her. "Come on, give a girl some attention." Emily tried to gain his attention, "Morgan, I've seen you dance with other women, where's the man that is supposed to dance me off my feet tonight?"
Derek looked over her shoulder and spotted Penelope and Rossi dancing. Sometimes graceful, sometimes downright risqué, they were moving together. Pulling his eyes away, he looked at Emily. "I don't understand how Penelope can be taken with him. She knows his history. She knows he'll never leave the BAU. I don't understand it."
Rolling her eyes, Emily shook her head at him, "I told you once before, Derek, when a woman talks to you, she's not looking for you to fix her or to solve her problems. She just wants you to listen." Looking over to where PG and Rossi were doing a close complicated twist that involved a lot of legs sliding together, she grinned, "And you don't have to 'understand' her. She wants you to be there for her. Now, this is my last night out with you guys, quit wallowing and show me why every woman in this bar should want to go home with you tonight."
After one more song, Penelope and Rossi moved back to the table. "Bathroom," Penelope sang out lightly and tripped off to find it as Morgan and Emily tumbled back into their chairs.
"Blake, I'm not going to just sit here all night. Will you do me the honor?" Rossi pulled back Alex's chair as she stood up.
"Okay. But, my moves may be a little out of date. Having a husband overseas, well, we don't do much dancing when he is in. At least, not the kind that you can do on any dance floor." Alex's dry voice could be heard by all as she and Rossi moved to the dance floor and began moving to the energetic sound.
Twisting the cap on his bottle of water on and off as he sat there, they watched Alex and Rossi for a moment. Reid knew if he said anything to Derek, there would be no going back. Derek was a heads on kind of person and there would be no stopping him till the problem was fixed in his eyes. So, mentioning anything he was worried about was tantamount to having someone take a sledgehammer to it. Finally gathering his nerve, Reid announced, "I can't dance."
"Reid, it's not rocket science." His conversation with Emily coming to an end, Derek looked to Reid.
"No, it's not. Rocket science I understand. But, dancing, escapes me. I understand that there is a connection between the anatomical movements and partner interactions but their associations to each other and to music eludes me. There's too much of an unconscious interaction between footwork, style, genre, origin, and artistic expression for me to understand it. And then you get into the social settings and how they interrelate…" Reid's frustration with a subject he couldn't grasp could be heard in each sentence.
Coming back to the table in time to hear the last of Reid's statement, Rossi groaned as he and Blake sat down. "Reid, you put too much thought into it. Dancing is just an outward way of saying something you feel inside."
"Well, what if I don't know what I'm feeling?" Confusion was still evident in Reid's voice and Derek was shaking his head slowly.
"Kid, you are just going to have to ask someone to show you." Morgan smiled as he tossed back his drink.
"On that note, I'm going to go collect another round of drinks for everyone. Rossi, what do you want since scotch seems to be off the menu?" Grinning at her fellow profiler, Emily couldn't help buy tease.
"I'm tempted to order another scotch just to see Kitten's reaction, but, just surprise me." Rossi settled into his chair and turned to Reid, trying to explain dance movement in words the boy genius would understand.
"Blake, want to come help me?" Emily paused after standing, giving Blake a chance to rise and walk next to her as they headed to the bar.
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Both women leaned against the counter as they waited for their drink order.
"Help Hotch and Rossi take care of my team, will you?" Emily casually turned till her back was against the bar, staring across the crowd as she murmured this statement.
Moving to match her stance, Alex asked, "Who are you leaving to take care of Hotch and Rossi?"
"Oh, Penelope will watch over them. Sometimes she's the only one they will listen to, just because they care enough about her not to hurt her. If you give her a chance, she'll try to take care of you, as well." Emily had heard about Blake's and PG's first meeting. She smiled because she couldn't help it as she thought about it. It was so something Penelope would do.
"I don't need much looking after." Alex spoke assuredly. "I take care of myself."
Emily turned towards her. "With this team and the cases we see, everyone needs someone at some point." Unwilling to argue, Emily only added, "Just don't shut them out if they offer."
Hearing the slide of glasses behind them, they turned to pick up their orders and head back to the table. Seeing Penelope standing stock still a small distance from their table, Alex altered course enough to head by her, only to be brought to a halt by the grip Penelope latched onto her arm. Stumbling as she came abreast of them, Emily asked, "PG, what the hell-" only to be cut off.
"If either one of you take one more step, both of you will find the ringtone of any cell phone you carry magically changed to 2 Live Crew's 'Me So Horny' no matter where you are. Teaching, giving a profile, dinner dates, whatever. Nothing will stop it. And I have the power to do it." Penelope raised her phone a little higher to keep the cell phone camera on the scene before her as she filmed it. "Don't block my view, and don't you dare interrupt!" was said fiercely but lowly.
Following her gaze, Emily let out a muttered, "Oh, man."
All three woman became silent as the scene before them took their whole attention.
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"Okay, Kid." Morgan tried again. "Small movements are all it takes. You don't have to do anything grandiose. You can just do a shuffling two step as long as you maintain eye contact with the honeys while you're doing it."
"But, what do I do with my hands?"
"Reid, this isn't rocket science!" Rossi pushed back in his seat with a touch of frustration.
"I know! I explained to Morgan-"
"We get it, Kid. Everyone understands that dancing is not rocket science." Morgan interrupted before he had to hear Reid's explanation again.
With an exasperated sigh, Rossi looked around the bar and found a quiet space behind their table. Without a way to fit a table there, apparently management was still trying to figure what to do with the space as it had been left in the shadows. Standing up, he motioned for Reid to follow him as he moved around the table behind the two other men.
"What?" Reid rose and took two steps back to where Rossi was standing.
"The only way you're going to get this, is if you do it." Rossi moved so he was standing beside Reid and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Simple. It's a six count step. Put your arm around my shoulders and go with me here." Taking Reid with him, Rossi took a small step out, his motions slow till Reid was moving confidently with him.
Taking Reid's hand with his, he faced him slightly and continued, "Now, stop watching your feet and move with me." By this time, Morgan had come up beside them. Watching Reid stumble a bit, Morgan reached out and spread his hand over Reid's back. With Rossi moving faster, Reid had went back to trying to watch his feet. Derek placed his other hand on Rossi's shoulder so he could keep time as he moved Reid with Rossi.
"Reid, quit looking at the floor, you're supposed to be looking at your partner. Quit thinking so much and just dance, this is as simple as it gets – classic East Coast style dancing." Caught up in their lessons, the men were oblivious to the three women transfixed on the sidelines.
Starting to get the movements and remembering the shuffling dances he used to try with his mother to cheer her up when reading to her didn't work, Reid started keeping time without having to count the steps in his head. "But this isn't how most of the people out there are dancing." Nodding his head at the dance floor with its small crowd of people in motion, he lost his step for a moment.
Pulling Reid back towards him, Rossi firmly demanded, "You get this down, we'll talk about moving on to something else."
"Well, how do I let her know that I like her? This seems kind of distant. I remember dancing with my mother this way once-" Reid's protest was cut off as Rossi pulled him closer for a space, leaning down to rumble grumpily, "The same way you would any other time, Genius, you bring her closer."
Reid swallowed stiffly as he looked into Rossi's gaze before nodding, a crease of concentration between his eyebrows.
Derek felt his cheeks crinkle with mirth as he tried to help his friend find some kind of rhythm. Sometimes, you just had to take the kid genius and show him how it was done for him to understand. Looking over at the dance floor, he could understand some of what Reid meant. While what Rossi was trying to show Reid was fine, the people of the floor were closer, and yet, freer with their movements. Now that Reid was starting to get the standard steps, maybe it was time to introduce him to something else.
Positioning himself behind Reid, he slid his hand around and pressed it to Reid's stomach. "Touching a woman like this should only be done when you want to be intimate with one. What you and Rossi are doing is great for introductions and friends or family. But, to really let a woman know you want her, you need to convince her in a way that is not intrusive." Reid and Rossi had moved to just shuffling steps as Reid listened to Morgan's voice coming from behind his ear. If she moves away from you, she's not comfortable with you and you need to back off. If she's into you, she's going to enjoy the attention."
"How do I tell if she's interested?" Reid's questions seemed never ending and for a brief moment, Rossi and Derek shared a glance of compassion over the realization that their young friend had never had a chance to learn this in the normal course of his life.
Rossi asked, "How do you know that someone is listening and understanding when you explain one of your theories in a classroom?"
"Students ask questions? They watch me. And they listen to what I say." Reid's eyes unfocused for a moment and he lurched a little in his steps, never realizing he had been moving the entire time on his own without missing a step as they danced.
"A woman will do the same thing. She'll keep her eyes on you, she may laugh if you say something funny, she may comment on what you just said. She may ask for your opinion. But she's going to either respond or want a response from you." Derek's words were basic and factual, giving Reid the information in the simplest terms to leave no doubt to their sincerity.
Rossi moved Reid's hand to his shoulder and loosely clasped Reid's waist. "She may move closer. Don't worry about how well you dance then. She's interested in you, not how you move. You could just sway and she would be happy, as long as you keep all of your attention on her."
Derek pulled Reid back with the hand on his waist and towards him. "Or you can pull her closer if she moves into you. You don't have to talk unless she starts it. Just pay attention to her. Let her lead if you're in doubt. Giving her the power sometimes is an even bigger turn on to women."
The arrival of the waitress to the table beside theirs broke up their impromptu lessons and all three men dropped their arms and headed to return to their seats, still not noticing the avid looks from the women that had been spellbound by the scene they had stumbled into.
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Two hours later, a tipsy Penelope dropped into Dave's lap. "I'm done, Mon Loup." Cuddling into him, she rested her head on his chest, nestling her nose into his neck to inhale the unique scent that seemed to be his alone. "Take me home."
Cradling her close, Rossi shook his head as he replied, "Kitten, I would love too. But in every social circle I know, it is considered rude to leave the party with someone other than the one you arrived with." Rossi looked up as Emily and Spencer stumbled back to the table. Emily because she was very sloshed, and Spencer because he was having trouble guiding her back to the table. He smiled at them kindly, liking the fact that Spencer had been the one to ask Emily for a dance earlier. Alex was returning from the bathroom and Morgan looked to be garnering a set of phone numbers from two beauties that seemed to be close friends. "Ask Morgan for permission and if he says yes, I'll bring you home with me. But only if he gives permission."
Hard as the words were to say with his golden beauty draped across him like dessert before him, he didn't want to cause any more distress to her. He already suspected she would have a severe headache in the morning; he wasn't going to add a pissed off Derek Morgan to his Dolce's problems.
Penelope shifted upon Dave's lap and Dave couldn't help to clench his fingers around her hips as he responded. Penelope's quiet giggle as she realized what was happening increased the problem. Tilting her head towards her beloved Derek Morgan as he took a seat beside them, she gave an extra wiggle to her hips as she asked, "Cocoa Bear, my sweetness? Give me your permission to let Sexy Romeo take me home?" Feeling the tension stretching Dave's frame underneath her, she leaned back against him and relaxed her head onto his shoulder. Letting her head lay against him so that her lips were brushing his ear, she whispered, "Having a little problem there, Mon Loup?" Naughtiness lay unbridled in her voice as she ran the nails down his thigh underneath her.
Unable to keep from her, Dave raised his hand, cupping her jaw, and playfully but firmly snarled next to her ear, "I told you, there is nothing fucking little here." Swooping down to capture her lips, he finally let himself taste her, dipping his tongue inside to push and play with hers. Penelope could not help the arch her body took as memories assailed her. She clenched her thighs together as liquid warmth flowed through her, feeling her heartbeat throb strongly, as she opened her mouth to Dave's domination.
"All right! Please, not before the kiddos!" Emily's teasing voice came from across the table as Rossi and Penelope broke apart, breathing heavenly with each other.
Unable to take her eyes from Dave's, Penelope pleaded with Derek once more, "Please, my Chocolate Adonis, let Dave take me home and put me to bed."
"Penelope!" Derek grimaced briefly before protesting, "Don't put that image in my head." Finally giving into laughter, he added, "Dave, you have permission to take Penelope home. But-" Derek's voice firmed a bit as he reached over to clasp Rossi's shoulder, "you better take care of my Baby Girl."
"Always." Dave's voice quietly replied.
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Penelope leaned against Emily as they and Alex stood by the doors of the bar, watching the men as they went to get the vehicles. Derek was walking with Reid, insisting that he was fine even though Reid had to reach out every now and then to pull him away from the bumpers of nearby vehicles. Dave had parked close to Reid so they were all roughly walking in the same direction. Alex was holding everyone's belongings as Penelope and Emily seemed to be holding each other up. Emily leaned down to whisper semi-loudly in Penelope's ear, "You are going to send me a copy of that video you made, aren't you?"
"Yep. You and JJ both, but only 'For Your Eyes Only', you understand. I don't think Dave would care, but Derek would kill me if that video got out." Remembering Blake standing beside them and feeling generous, she offered, "Would you like a copy also?"
When Alex didn't answer, Penelope opened her eyes enough to look at Blake. Following the direction of Blake's gaze and seeing the swaying walks of their three handsome men as they reached the vehicles, she asked, "Are you eyeing my Sexy Super Agent's ass?" before promptly falling into the giggles.
Blake smiled wryly but decided to admit, "Actually, I was watching the way Morgan moves. You have to admit that the man knows how to live in his body."
Turning her gaze back to her fellows, Penelope admitted, "Yes, my dark Knight has that way about him, doesn't he?" Penelope asked the two women at her side. "But, you see my sexy Italian Stallion there?" When both women solemnly nodded to her question, she replied with blunt honesty only the truly inebriated could use, "David Rossi fucks like the Lord High King of Incubus Demons and can make me come with just a word."
Oblivious to the choking laughter and new appreciation that was now focused on her sexy profiler, Penelope watched how her man moved until he finally reached his SUV and got inside.
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(A/N: It may not be everyone's cup of tea, but the thought of two men secure enough in their manhood to teach Reid how to dance in the only way he would learn it was just the sexiest idea to me. And frankly, the thought of all three men dancing, was the hottest thing that hit me today!
This did turn into a slightly longer chapter than I intended. But, I enjoyed every bit of putting it down. I truly hope everyone enjoyed reading it! Reviews are welcome and encouraged! KK)