(A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. Real life has been kicking my butt lately. But, this little idea has been floating around in my mind and wouldn't let me go. Had to get it down and now I just hope you all enjoy it! KK)
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Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended
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Penelope pushed her plate away and listened as Dave finished telling her how he had acquired Mudgie. "I can't believe you make him go hunting with you." Reaching down, she absentmindedly petted Mudgie's head from where he was sitting by her. Mudgie seemed to have learned manners at some point and hadn't come to stand beside her until she had pushed her plate away.
"Penelope, there's no 'making' to it. He loves it." Dave shook his head. He should have known she would immediately defend his pet against anything she saw as indentured service. "He knows when it's time to go to the cabin and is usually waiting by the door while I pack. Just wait until you play fetch with him and see how he plays."
Penelope knew what Dave said was truth, but she couldn't let the chance to tease him pass. "That's playing. That doesn't mean he likes to hunt! Maybe you should just play with him more instead of taking him hunting." Leaning back in her chair, she winced as she crossed her ankles. Feeling the hem of her pants catch on her legs, she knew it was time to shave. And she really wanted to take a warm bath now that she had woken up.
"Woman, you are not going to subvert my hunting dog!" Standing up, he took his plate and hers and strode the short distance to the kitchen. Penelope came behind him with their glasses.
"I feel like taking a bath, my pet. Am I staying here tonight or have I overstayed my welcome this weekend?" Penelope leaned on the bar as she watched Dave move comfortably around the kitchen.
At a standstill, Dave turned to face Penelope, "Kitten, have you ever known me to not grumble about something that is bothering me?"
With the mental image of a grumpy Dave Rossi, she answered, "No. You are very vocal." When Dave walked around the bar to stand beside her, she turned to face him.
"Then, be sure, you have not outstayed your welcome." With one hand he clasped her arm and rubbed it comfortingly. "Why don't you go take a bath while I take Mudgie outside for the moment?"
"I will. Be prepared for your bathroom to be overtaken by the stylings of the Goddess Garcia for the next hour then. Where is my go bag and I'll take it up?" Penelope looked around as she leaned to the side to look around.
"Your bag is across the chest in the bedroom. Go ahead and take over my bathroom." Having drawn Penelope back to him with his grasp on her arm, he pressed a light and languid kiss to her lips before releasing her, flicking the tip of his tongue at the very end against the upper arch of her lip before finally letting her go. Rossi smiled as he looked down at Penelope. "Your welcome is assured, Cara." Dragging his hand from her arm, he deliberately strummed the fingers of one hand across her breast, adding an extra scintillating flick to the where her shirt stretched against her nipple. He couldn't keep his smile from widening at the gasp from her lips at his action. "Go, I'll find you in a little while."
Penelope breathed deeply as she turned away from her earthy Italian man, working to control the flash of heat he had aroused in her and headed for the bathroom. She was definitely shaving her legs tonight!
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Penelope signed as she settled into the tub. Her hair pulled into a ponytail on top of her head with a clip holding the longer strands up and out of the water; she scrunched her nose briefly at the picture she must present. Luckily, no one was going to see her. She had poured in her favorite scented bath, the orange and vanilla aroma lingering around her as the bubbles soothed her. Settling deeper into the warm water, she relaxed fully. With the washcloth wrung out and folded, she placed its warm heat over her eyes. Now, this was bliss. Dave had the most hedonistic tastes. At least here, in what he called his mansion. There was room for two in this tub and she stretched out, placing her toes against the opposite side of the tub. There was even a step along the edge of the tub on her right and a shelf just to her left. Breathing out deeply, she tilted her head back. The quiet sound of the bubbles slowly popping could be heard in the quiet of the room and she let her thoughts drift.
She had been to Dave's house before. She had just never been to the second floor. And she never expected it to be a visit in line with the relationship that had developed over the last month between her and Dave. She remembered the first time she was here, when Dave had opened up his home to them. He had offered to teach them how to cook and by the time the night was over, their team had been a family again. Dave had even worked with her to create the perfect vegetarian pasta without using meat. She smiled at the memory. For a profiler, Dave was horrible about profiling the women in his life. Dave had finally confessed on one of their phone calls that he had believed it was some weird diet she was trying, which had been part of his irritation. He had loved her form and saw no reason for her to want to diet.
Flashing back to the memory of that first night here, she remembered watching her wolf as he moved around his kitchen. Those jeans of his that night should have been illegal. And that shirt! Rolled up sleeves tight around his forearms, tan skin moving over muscles as he cooked. Arching her neck on the edge of the tub behind her, she sighed at the memory again. The man was made for sin. She knew that was the night that he had started appearing in her dreams. Four years of watching and working with him, she had known that the man was not looking for anything permanent. And she could never have had a brief fling and then continued to work with him as if nothing had happened. Luckily for her, the night he invited her to the cabin, she had not been in a caring mood, needing that feeling of being looked after. And, damn, had he looked after her! And he was continuing to do so. She enjoyed it. She could not lie. But what really had come to mean a lot to her, were those moments that Dave let her look after him. Sometimes it was listening. Sometimes it was distracting him from his own thoughts. Sometimes it was just being there next to him. It was important to her. The fact that they had agreed to try a relationship still had the power to astonish her. And to think, once, her dreams about him had started in this very place, one floor below, watching him move as surefooted as a wolf through his well stocked kitchen.
Penelope felt her thoughts wafting away. With a relaxed sigh, she dropped her arms below the level of the water and sank lower. Her bubbles were starting to disappear. Just a few more minutes and she would shave her legs.
"Beautiful." The husky voice by her ear startled her from her doze and she released a sharp sound, quickly sitting up in a wave of water.
"Whoa, Kitten! It's just me." Dave shifted on the step beside the tub of the water splashed up onto parts of his shirt. With a grin he settled back in place once her eyes met his.
"David Rossi! You are supposed to knock on bathroom doors." Realizing that she was bare and sitting above water she sank back down, finding the remaining bubbles inadequate in covering her.
"Kitten, I did knock. When you didn't answer, I came to check on you." With a lingering look over the glistening skin visible to his gaze, Dave continued, "And I found a modern day Sleeping Beauty."
For a brief moment, Penelope felt lightly flustered. Fooling around in the bath was one thing, but having him just sitting there, watching her, seemed very – intimate. Taking a breath, she settled back against the side of the tub again. "Well, Mon Loup, why didn't you kiss me awake? Isn't that how the story goes?" With a flirty smile, she lifted her wet hand from the water and flicked her dripping fingers at him.
Wiping the drops of water from his cheek, Dave smiled at her. "I was trying to decide which fairy tale I liked more. In Sleeping Beauty, I only get a kiss." With his movement, he felt the wet fabric of his shirt touching his skin. Unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled it off and tossed it towards the hamper in the far corner.
Penelope felt her breath catch a bit at his indecent amount of natural magnetism. Dave's masculinity was unquestionable. She let her eyes drift over him as he turned from her to toss his shirt. The stretch of muscle, the twist to his waist, and as he moved back to her, she couldn't help but let her eyes follow that trail of hair to where it disappeared below the edge of his jeans. Shifting slightly in the tub as she felt a throb of awareness, she raised her eyes to meet Dave's. "What other story were you thinking of?" Penelope asked breathlessly.
"Why, Red Riding Hood." Reaching out, Dave's hand found its way to cupping her cheek and running a thumb heavily over her lip. "In Red Riding Hood, I'd be the Wolf," skimming his hand down her jaw, he traced fingers down her chest. His fingers dipped below the water, seeking hidden delights below. He stroked fingers over her belly, bypassing her center and continuing so that his fingers curled around her thigh. "And I could eat you all up."
"Dave," Penelope's voice was ragged as she stared at him. As his hand slowly slid back and forth under the water upon her thigh, her thoughts sluggishly remembered her original goal for her afternoon bath. With a quick motion, she pressed her legs together, trapping Dave's hand between her thighs as water swirled around him. Dave's eyebrow quirked at her sudden action.
"Don't do that." A little panicked, she placed her hand on his arm. "I haven't shaved my legs yet." The earlier intimacy of the moment was threatening to give way to embarrassment for her.
"Cara, I have my hands on you. In fact," looking at where his hand currently resided below water, he added, "my hand was on its way to what is, personally, my favorite treasure before you stopped me."
Swallowing at the heat that his eyes generated in her, Penelope asked, "Dave, let me shave my legs first? A woman just feels – sexier."
"Oh, Kitten, I'm sure I could help you feel sexier." With a chuckle, Dave reluctantly pulled his hand free as Penelope eased her desperate clinch upon it. Leaning forward and turning to face her more fully, he straddled the stair like it was a bench. "Can I watch you shave your legs? It's something I've never seen a woman do before."
Her thoughts flickered rapid fire through her mind. What? No! Why would he want- Wait. He has never- And her thoughts came to a stop as she met his eyes again. "You want to watch me. Shave my legs." It wasn't a question, so much, as repeating his request. "Dave, it's not the sexiest thing in the world."
Dave swirled the fingers of one hand into the bubbles and water right above her stomach as sat beside her. "I disagree, Kitten. I've seen women in TV ads or on movies look like they were shaving their legs. That repetitive gliding motion as you shave. Applying lotion. It is such a womanly thing." Trailing fingers upward, he caressed the valley between her breasts before stopping and pressing his fingers above her heart. "I'm curious about it. And, you are the definition of woman, Cara. The thought is somewhat – sensual and fascinating at the same time."
Nodding her head, her speech momentarily gone, Penelope reached to her left for her shaving gel. It was also made of her favorite scent and squeezing out a small daub, she set the bottle aside and slowly brushed her hands together as the gel foamed up between them. With a slow movement, she pulled her left foot from the water and placed it on the edge of the tub. The scent of the foam wafted over both of them as she started at her knee and stroked her hands down to her ankles. With slow movements that eventually became more firm as she continued, she smoothed the foam evenly down her calf. Taking her razor, she began with slow movements to shave her leg. Soon, the fact that Dave was sitting by her, almost in her personal space, while she applied a razor to her leg, didn't seem intrusive. It was a private and gloriously intimate moment. She found herself taking more time than she usually did, dragging out her movements. Something that usually was a monotonous chore had become a sultry, tumultuous shared secret between them. She found herself taking a trembling enjoyment in the action.
Setting her razor aside, she settled deeper into the warm water. After getting some more gel, she quickly lathered it into foam. Now that she was lower in the water, she drew her leg closer, raising her thigh a little higher, free from the water. Placing her hands onto her thigh, she began once again to smooth the white foam over her skin, brushing away the water that was still making satiny tracks upon her skin there. She paused for a minute at the rough sound that came from Dave. His eyes were following her every movement, hot and bright.
Penelope slowly finished shaving her thigh with languid motions. After dropping her razor on the shelf, she lowered her leg into the water. She could already tell the difference. Her skin felt satiny under her fingertips. With a bend of her knee, she ran her hands over her leg once more to be sure she had not missed a spot. She stilled as Dave's arm appeared in her vision. He had not said one word since she started. He had just kept all his deliberate attention focused covetously on her. Now, Dave gently touched her knee, running his fingers over and down her calf with a small admiring sound.
Instead of sitting back up to start on her right leg, she came to a decision. Taking her gel in hand, she lifted her right leg and propped her foot lightly in front of Rossi. With a blithe and breezy air that belied the slight nervousness that she felt, Penelope asked, "Would you like to help me, Mon Loup?" She watched as Dave stilled motionless with her question.
With a huff of breath, he slid forward till he was closer to her. After she placed a bit of gel in his hand, they both watched as he ran his hands together before sliding them over the back of her calf. Using his thumbs, he slow spread the foam over her leg. When he looked to Penelope for more gel, she swallowed thickly, "Get your hands wet this time, pet." Her thoughts were almost in turmoil. How could one commonplace action turn into something so personal in just a few minutes? She actually felt like this moment was more intimate than a few of the dates they had been on. She knew it was more personal, more moving, than any of the private moments between her and her past boyfriends.
Sucking in a shaky breath when Dave finished coating her leg, she shuddered slightly as he curved the fingers of one hand behind her heel, cupping her foot as she handed him her razor. Dave placed the razor against the lower part of her calf and with a sure movement, he slowly began to shave her. For a brief moment, the routine of smooth glide, dip to rinse, and return to press against her skin drug her under its hypnotic spell, Rossi's fingers caressing the sensitive hollow by her ankle occasionally keeping her inner heat flickering.
When he set the razor aside and slid even closer, holding out his hand for more shaving gel, her attention was brought back to where his hands would be stroking her now. Taking a shuddery breath after giving Dave the gel he had motioned for, she stilled, her eyes focused simultaneously on Dave's hands and his face, unable to look away. With the first touch of the razor to her leg, she trembled before she gained control of herself, causing Dave to pause. Penelope found herself unable to look away from the intense look on Dave's face as all his focus was on her, her body and his hands. The first stroke seemed unusually slow and serenely tender. Each remaining touch upon her skin only seemed to set the whole of her system on fire, making the skin all over her body more sensitive. When he partially straightened her leg, bracing her foot against his collarbone to reach the delicate area behind her knee with the razor, she finally took a deep breath. She was caught unaware when Rossi unconsciously turned his head to kiss her ankle where it rested. His beard scraped roughly, but oh so arousingly along her leg and he repeated the gesture as if he was enjoying the feeling also.
Rinsing the razor when he was finished, he stretched across the tub to set it back on the shelf. Penelope realized she was taking in slow shallow gasps of air each time she breathed. She felt too hot. Everywhere. Removing her foot from his chest, Dave placed a tickling delicate kiss on the arch of her foot. Holding her foot in a sure grip, Dave open his mouth and settled his teeth into the arch, biting with a teasing quality into the arch, causing her to arch against the back of the tub. Dave chuckled, finally looking up and meeting her eyes.
"Beautiful, Penelope." Dave slid his hands down her leg, letting it slip back into the warm waters in the tub. "I –" she watched as Dave inhaled deeply before continuing, "Kitten, sometimes I don't know how we ended up together, but, there are moments between us, things we've done, things you've done, that I will always remember."
Wetting her lips, Penelope found it hard to breathe. "Dave –"
"Sometimes it astounds me the faith you have in me. Especially after everything you've seen of me over the years we've worked together." Dave placed his arm along the edge of the tub, watching the water drip from his hand as he kept his other hand moving smoothly along her leg in the water. He seemed unable to pull his hand from her skin, enjoying the sensation, but he kept moving that hand dangerously closer to the slickness between her thighs.
Reaching out, she cupped his face in her hand, unworried about her wet fingers, just wanting Dave to understand the seriousness of her reply, "Dave, it's because of everything I've seen over the years that I still have faith in you."
Dave lunged forward, running his hand behind her neck and holding her tightly to him as he pressed his lips insistently to hers. Plunging his tongue between her lips, he took hers in a primitive kiss. Penelope let herself be taken, releasing her control to him. She felt her head fall back as he pulled away from her lips, placing voracious kisses along her jaw, sucking kisses along her neck, as if he wanted to swallow her taste. The hand that had been clenched unwittingly around her thigh when he had pulled her to him let go to slide closer to her center. When he covered her mound with his hand, she wrapped both arms around his shoulders, holding on as if she would drown. Fingers moved through her slickness, stroking her, pulling whimpers from her lips. Tilting her hips to give him better access, she let her thighs fall farther apart and Dave took unrestrained liberty with her action, thrusting fingers inside her and pressing against her bundle of nerves with a strong thumb. A shuddering cry rose from her mouth as she felt surging flashes of heat flood her veins. Opening her eyes when Dave pulled from her briefly to look down her body. All her lovely bubbles had long since disappeared and could only run fingers over his cheeks as he watched his fingers through the water, thrusting over and over inside her.
Barely able to keep her eyes open, she cupped his chiseled features and tried to pull him towards her, desperately wanting his kiss again, but Dave did not move. "Please, Mon Loup" with another uncontrolled whimper as Dave added an extra curl to his fingers, she added, "Kiss me." She was rocking slightly, trying to meet Dave's movements with her own, unable to keep still with the forces pulling her under, small ripples marring the surface of the water. "Please, I need you-"
"Sh-ssh-sh, Cara," Dave's gruff voice came to her, "I have what you need. Everything you need right here." Dave began a rolling assault with his thumb over the heart of her wetness, murmuring to her as her voice rose in a gasp and ended in frenzied pleas. Gripping her mass of upheld hair in one hand, he pulled her head back farther, once again bathing her neck with ravenous bites and kisses before ordering her with a growl, "Come, Cara." With a deep thrust and steady press of his thumb, Dave pulled a sharp scream from her as she came apart in his arms. Something primitive in Dave seemed to relax upon hearing her scream and the iron tightness of his muscles loosened as his touch gentled. Slowly pulling his fingers from her, he rested his hand against her, cupping her gently as she shivered and shook in his arms. Returning to her lips, he now captured them with hesitant gentleness, wooing her into opening to him as he coaxed her lips to part and allow his tongue entrance.
As Dave released his tight hold on her, she settled back against the rim of the tub. Her eyes opened as she kept her hands on her wolf and Dave's voice came to her softly, "Beautiful."
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(A/N: When I finished it, I wasn't sure how this would go over with everyone. But, the idea wouldn't let me alone. Besides, David Rossi is seriously a sexy super agent.
Please read and review. I love hearing from you. Especially if there is something that you particularly liked. It makes me grin when I find that other people 'get' what I'm saying and what I'm talking about! It doesn't happen in real life for me that much. *grin*
Hope it was worth the wait. I think this is the longest chapter I've ever posted! :) KK)