(A/N: Just a short chapter I was able to get down last night. Hope you enjoy. KK)
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Dave pulled to a halt beside the women, unable to keep from noticing how beautiful a picture his Cara and Emily made together, one dark, one light, one slim, one curvaceous, one tall, one petite, the imagery was quite fetching and seeing them cling together was a picture he would treasure. He shifted uncomfortably the closer he got to them. All three women were standing there, looking at him in a very predatory way.
"Stregga, your chariot waits." Dave opened the door for Penelope and turned to help disentangle her from Emily.
Penelope gave Emily an extra tight hug, "Emily, you're my bestest friend. I love you." This last was said as Dave helped her into the SUV.
"Yes, dearest, I love you, too. Don't forget that we'll see each other again at JJ's, hon. And don't forget to send me that video! Or, I'll revoke your visiting privileges to England." Emily added an extra jolly tune to that last sentence, singing out the warning to Penelope, proving that she, too, could place serious threats.
Slapping a hand to her chest, consequently blocking Rossi's attempt to fasten her seatbelt, Penelope replied, "What! You're so mean to me, Emily. You couldn't be so cruel to me, your bestest friend, could you?" Distracted by her lover's hands trying to straighten out her arm, she turned her attention to him, running her hands over Dave's chest.
"Penelope, if you want to be put to bed, let me get this seatbelt fastened." Dave's voice could be heard issuing from where he was standing inside the open door to the SUV, trying to fasten Penelope into the seat with the seatbelt.
Releasing a purr as she looked up into Dave's dark eyes, she curled hands around his neck, trying to pull him down into a kiss.
"Penelope." Dave's voice could be heard clearly. As could his growling bark of her name, "Penelope!" as her hands disappeared from Emily and Blake's view. Releasing his grip on the seatbelt, Dave confiscated her hands from the buckle of his jeans and pressed them down to Penelope's sides.
Her mewling protest could be heard, as could the approaching engine of Reid's vehicle. With a quick decision, Rossi leaned forward and pressed his lips to Penelope's. Pulling back enough to bite her bottom lip gently, he pressed back when her mouth opened and swept inside. Taking control of the kiss and using it to plunder her mouth, Dave enjoyed the taste of his woman as he felt her relax back against the seat with a whimper of need. Stepping back and pulling reluctantly from her lips, he quickly fastened the seatbelt around Penelope. With a hand braced on the open door, he hurriedly adjusted himself before walking stiffly back around to the driver's side. His thoughts on only one thing, getting his Cara home, he failed to notice the smirking stares of his two female co-workers.
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Cracking open one eye, the pounding in her head overrode everything for a moment. Penelope sat up at the feel of the strange bed she was in but immediately fell back into the covers with a groan.
"Oooh, I'm never drinking again. It's not worth it." She fell silent as the sounds of the shower came to her. For a brief moment she flashed back to that moment ten months ago when she woke up to Morgan coming out of her shower. That time had been terrible. Thinking that she had actually cheated on someone (that someone being Kevin was beside the point) and with her soul sibling/best friend Derek in a drunken un-rememberable one night stand, thereby ruining two relationships and her own self worth. For a brief time she had been frozen in a mire of self recrimination and guilt. Till her wonderful Adonis had informed her that he had only shown up for a night of platonic moral support.
Hearing the shower cut off, she pushed those thoughts aside. That time was past and gone. She and Derek's relationship had not been ruined. Her own self image had been restored to its vibrant and over-achieving self. And, her life had taken a new and interesting turn. She reopened her eyes to see David Rossi striding out of the shower, a blue towel wrapped around his hips. Damn, her Mon Loup was sexy. That was a sight that wasn't going to leave her anytime soon. She watched as he opened a drawer and pulled out boxers, sucking in air deeply as he dropped the towel, bending over to slip the boxers on.
Finding a comfortable pair of jeans, Dave finished snapping them and eased to the side of the bed. He had heard her moving around earlier and felt his lips quirk under the shower as he heard her groan. Now, he sat down on the bed beside her. "Dolce, are you feeling okay?"
"Please, where's my laptop?" Penelope felt her voice come out in a soft croak before she cleared her throat.
"You want to get on your computer?" Puzzled, Dave leaned back. "Your constitution must be strong."
"My laptop is reinforced against damage. If you find it, you can hit me with it and knock me out without hurting my laptop." Penelope pressed her hand to her head as she reclined on the pillow beneath her.
"That's good to know, Kitten." Reaching to his left, Dave brought his hands back from the side of the bed. "But, why don't you try something that one of my old army buddies swore by? And one I still use, even though it's been a long time since I've drank to this degree, Dolce." The humor in Dave's voice was not hidden.
"Why must you mock me in my pain, my pet?" Penelope sat up. Reaching out, she took the one tablet that Dave held in his hand and washed it down with the room temperature liquid. "What was that?" She swore she could recognize the taste.
"Room temperature flat Sprite and one B complex vitamin. Now, up you go." Pulling her to her feet, Dave caught her as she tilted a little to the side.
Penelope grabbed Dave's shoulders and tilted her throbbing head against his chest. "Dave, don't you care about me? Why didn't you smother me in my sleep?" Penelope winced at the whine in her voice but subsided when she realized that Dave was only moving her towards the door. She nestled her head against the warmth of his bare chest for a moment, enjoying the feeling of warm skin. For a brief moment, she took pleasure in the feel of her hands running through the hairs on Dave's chest before the renewed throbbing of her head distracted her.
Penelope's and Dave's voice merged in a certain amount of quiet teasing as they moved down the stairwell and past the kitchen. Dave's voice was still coaxing as they met the edge of the living room area.
"Come, Cara. Come sit outside in the fresh air for a little while and then we'll talk about plans for the rest of the day." Dave led Penelope through the living room and outside to the back lawn where he had set up a reclining lounge chair.
Glancing down briefly, she was reassured when she saw that she was wearing her spare set of pj's from her go bag. Her pink shirt declaring "I put the 'joy' in joystick' and a picture of an old Atari control stick and her pink and purple pajama bottoms. Stepping outside with Dave, she followed him to the chair and sat down in it. Holding onto Dave's hands, she asked, "So, handsome, did you undress me last night?"
Squatting down beside her, Dave brushed the thumb of one hand across her t-shirt covered nipple, watching closely as it tightened. Harshly, fighting the urges of his own arousal, he stepped away, "I am looking forward to you feeling better, Kitten. That shirt has a promise that I would like to explore." Walking back towards the house, Dave's arrogant voice drifted back to her, "Though, if you use the term 'stick', I will have to spank you."
Penelope shivered, feeling her body tauten with need she was unable to fulfill right now. Subsiding back against the chair and bringing her legs up onto the chaise lounge, she relaxed. It was quiet out here. The traffic that was normally always present at her apartment was muted here. Oh, this was nice. Her stomach was settling, her headache was starting to even fade a little. Penelope closed her eyes, drifting off into a light doze.
Sometime later, she woke to the feeling of a snuffling at her fingertips. Jerking her hand away, she twitched to the side of the lounge, only to meet the soulful gaze of the brown eyed mutt beside her chair. "You must be Mudgie?" She smiled tentatively at the animal as it sat back on its haunches. Looking around for Dave, she saw to her other side an end table with a glass of liquid with a straw and a shorter glass empty but for what appeared to be two pain killers. Folding her hands over her stomach, she gauged that she might be able to keep down something. Reaching for the glass, she sipped gently, following it with the painkillers before sitting both glasses back down. Over her shoulder from the direction of the house, she could hear faint sounds emanating but she couldn't rouse the energy to do anything about it right then.
Lying back against the chaise, she smoothed her hands back down her shirt and focused back on the yard. Somehow her eyes fluttering back shut as she dozed again. She roused briefly as she felt a nudge against her hand, only to find Dave's animal sitting closer. "Hey, Mudgie." Reaching out, she brushed her fingers behind his ears, stroking gently. "We have to have a better introduction later." Closing her eyes, she opened them as she felt another nudge. This time Mudgie had his head sitting beside her hip, prodding at hand. "Well, are you a sweetie?" Starting the gentle stroking again, she watched as Mudgie moved even closer, leaning his head against her side before wuffling and settling with his head in her lap. "Pushy bastard, aren't you? Just like your master." With a smile, Penelope continued to pet him, resting her head back and relaxing.
Coming outside a little while later, Rossi sighed. Even his dog had been swept under his Dolce's spell. From his position lying beside the nice lady, his body crowded close to hers on the lounge chair and stretched out next to her legs, Mudgie raised his head slightly at his master.
Rossi tried, "Here, Mudgie. Come here boy, let Penelope rest." Mudgie huffed at him before turning to rest his head back in the sweet lady's lap, virtually ignoring his master. "That's about right, she's only here for one night and half the day, all of which she spends asleep, and she's already incited rebellion in my household." Grumbling good-naturedly, he returned into the house. Moving to where he had been working on his book idea in the living room so he could keep an eye on Penelope, he put up his laptop and returned it to his office. Moving to the kitchen, he pulled out a pan and began to heat it on the stove. Starting the bacon he retrieved from the refrigerator, he rinsed a tomato and placed it on a sideboard.
Waking up, Penelope stretched luxuriantly but was halted mid move by an unexpected weight holding her in place. Looking down, she froze at the sight of the large brown length of fur stretched out beside her. "Nice doggy?" Penelope reached out and gently petted the furry head resting on her stomach. "Mudgie? I really need to find a bathroom and your head is not helping matters laying where it's laying." Continuing talking to the dog, she moved restlessly and was relieved when the dog moved to the ground beside the chair. Lifting herself up, she waited to see how she felt, relieved that the pounding headache and queasiness she was experiencing earlier was gone. "So, where's the so-called 'Lord and Master' at?"
With a sound that, if Penelope had been awake earlier, she would have recognized as being strangely similar to his master's, Mudgie stood up and trotted back to the house and through the open door. Following behind, she stopped in the doorway, transfixed by the site of David Rossi in his kitchen. There was something about Dave as he moved around his kitchen, his jeans stretching across that luscious ass with each movement. His shirt covering the smooth motions of his arms and chest as he dried his hands had new meaning for her. She had felt those hands on her body now and she had run her own hands over that chest. Taking a step towards the kitchen, she saw Dave notice her somehow.
He leaned on the kitchen island as he faced her, "Cara, feeling better?"
"Feeling alive again. And going to the bathroom." Penelope headed for the lower bathroom that she remembered from the other times she had visited in the past.
"Well, don't take too long. I'm making sandwiches for dinner." Dave watched her, his eyes enjoying her relaxed appearance. He had learned over the years, not many people were invited behind the walls that her make-up and her originality put up between her inner self and her outer. He held each piece of herself she revealed to him as priceless and extraordinary.
Coming back, Penelope propped back against the counter. "You, Mon Loup, are a very sexy man. How is it that standing in a kitchen with a dishtowel and fully clothed you are able to cause me heart palpitations?"
With a grin, David finished taking both toasted sandwiches from the pan. Placing them, one each, on a plate, he faced his Dolce. "Why, Kitten, that's because," stepping towards her, he leaned into her, pressing her back into the counter, "any time a man demonstrates he knows how to use the tools of his trade," with each word Rossi had leaned down towards her, crowding her, pressing against her body, "he shows he has talent in his hands." He had been semi-aroused all day since waking her up and moving her from his bed to the lounge outside. Letting himself stroke his thumb across her nipple earlier had only increased his desire. He couldn't continue to keep his hands entirely to himself at the moment and he wanted her to feel a touch of the longing he had struggled with throughout the morning. Dave placed on hand on her waist, dragging caressing, teasing, fingers up her side, circling her throat and tilting her head to the side so he could drawl those last words huskily in her ear before pulling away. With a grin, he stepped back, taking one of the knives from the block on the counter behind her and proceeding to cut both sandwiches in half.
Penelope's eyes fluttered back open from where she was holding on to the counter for support. Damn the man, he had her body roaring with passion with only a few sentences! When Dave faced her and motioned her to the table behind her, a plate in each hand, she couldn't keep the devilish smile from spreading across her face as she stepped into him. His eyes darkened as he closely watched her movements.
Her hand easing down his chest, Penelope hooked her thumb into the top of his jeans so she could scrape it across the skin on his lower stomach, enjoying the feel of the trail of hair to be found there. "You know what they say," spreading her fingers across the front placket of his jeans, feeling the flex of muscle beneath her fingers, she grinned wickedly, "the best tool in the world is useless." Stroking her fingers over his length beneath the rough material of his jeans, she felt Dave press into her hand. "If a man doesn't have the skill to use it." With a naughty giggle, she moved away to the table, hearing Dave groan behind her.
Sitting at the table Dave had indicated, she found he had already set out glasses for both of them. Dave arrived shortly behind her to place both plates down. As he moved to his chair, he stopped behind her to slide his hands in her hair, cupping her head to tilt her back, he leaned down and suckled her bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue softly over it before pulling away far enough to press back against her with a deep, soft kiss. Letting go, he moved to his seat with steady strides, "I'll have to show you some of the skills I possess later, Dolce." The words had the aura of passion and threat as they came to her and Penelope found her shirt did little to hide the tightening of her nipples from Dave's gaze. Nor could she hide the shiver that wracked her frame as her body quickened in response.
"Promise?" Penelope could not call back the question as her eyes met Dave's.
"Promise, Cara."
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(A/N: I know it was short. But, I enjoyed the moments it described. On a side note, I've been playing around with fanfiction site and figured out how to add a poll to my bio page. Woo Hoo! Go me!
But, does anyone know if you can add a banner to the top of your bio or to the top of your story? Just curious and on my way to work so won't have time to explore the options for the next few days. :(
Hope you all are still enjoying the story. Please review and tell me what you are liking and/or enjoying about the story! KK)