Sorry it's taken a little longer to update but deadlines and holidays got in the way. Feedback and suggestions always appreciated.

Title: An Honourable Man

Pairing: Emily Prentiss/David Rossi

Rating: M for now, but not sure where it might end up.

Summary: It was just another case, just another broken resolution, that brought them to this.

Spoilers: I've only seen up to series four episode twenty-two so anything up to there is fair game.

Author's Notes: I've never written Criminal Minds Fan fiction before I have loved the show since the first episode. I've written 'Waking the Dead' and 'West Wing' fan fiction before so this seems like a natural progression. I tend to write a few chapters then post one so it may take time to update but it also means I can take on suggestions along the way.

Part Eight

"Would you like a night cap?" Rossi asked, repeating his nightly offer, his fingers lightly resting on her arm as they stepped out of the elevator and walked towards the rooms they had been assigned.

"I've probably had enough," Emily admitted, dispelled a little by the churning in her stomach. She knew she hadn't consumed enough to be drunk but enough to feel slightly queasy in the morning, neither of which accounted for how she was reacting to the circular movements of his finger tips.

"Don't you ever do things you shouldn't?" he asked, his eyes seemingly shining as he gazed straight at her, although it could have been the strange lighting in the corridor or maybe the effects of the whiskey.

"Not so much." She continued to hold his gaze, understanding finally why she had gone to the bar again, compartmentalising what they were about to do with what they did every day.

Rossi opened his door and stepped back, his fingers gently coaxing her to enter. Common sense should reign him in, he knew but sometimes it was the little things that mattered. Like the way she brushed her hair from her face when she was nervous or the little looks she gave Hotch which bordered on a crush but more likely were her way of searching for acceptance. Mostly when he thought about Emily he thought about their arguments, loud and demanding and then the silence that followed. They were too alike in many ways, which might be why it had taken them so long to reach this point.

"What we're about to do is against the rules," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she brushed her bangs unnecessarily from her face

"What we're about to do is nobody else's business," he acknowledged, his voice more forceful than he had planned. He paused, wondering if he was pushing for something that wasn't there. "I can walk you back to your room."

It took her a second to close the door behind her before she was cupping his face and kissing him, breathing foregone in favour of silencing him. His beard tickled her, not unpleasantly, as she continued to kiss him, her mouth more demanding as he surrendered control to her. She could feel his fingers in her hair, smell the familiar woody cologne, her senses heightened at the sound of a low moan as his hand slid down her back and cupped her backside, tugging her against him. It wasn't her most romantic encounter but one thing that was evidently clear was that he wanted her, and maybe needed her as much as she needed him. Common sense and any reservations that she still had disappeared as they became caught up in the moment, one kiss merging into another, the exploration of their hands quickening with their increasing confidence. As they finally broke for air, Dave's lips quirked up into a self satisfied smirk and she knew that what would follow would become a battle of wills. Needing to knock him off his game, she bit her lip coyly before she gently ducked her head and her lips began to trail their way across his jaw and down his throat, leaving a wet trail as her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.

He mumbled something incomprehensible before he guided her mouth back to his, his hands holding her flush against him as he guided them towards the bed.

They fell, somewhat unceremoniously, on the bed as his ankle caught on the frame momentarily shifting his balance, and she clung to him as they toppled, and landed, her body firmly pressed onto his, their foreheads knocking together.

He laughed then, throaty and without reservation, taking her by surprise.

Emily lifted her body up, allowing her weight to rest on her hand, staring down at him, her expression one of confusion. "Dave?"

"I used to be so much better at this," he confessed without even a hint of embarrassment.

"You mean you normally have this planned down to the smallest detail."

Dave gently removed his hand from her hair and cupped her face. "I hadn't planned on seducing you, Emily. But generally I do things with a little more finesse."

"I didn't come here for finesse," she admitted, her eyes casting hesitantly around the room, planning an escape.

Maybe he should have been hurt by her words but he knew better than anyone how damaged she was, and how she didn't always mean what she said. He wanted to ask her why she had come to his room but he knew the answer, understood her reasons probably better than she did. There was also the possibility she would run, the moment lost and their future relationship one of awkwardness and lost opportunities. Instead he kissed her, gently brushing her lips, inviting her to continue what they had started, trying to dispel the fear he now witnessed on her face.

What he lacked in finesse, Emily had to admit, he made up for in other ways. His lips grazed hers and she found herself once again plundering his mouth, her tongue hungrily demanding entry, fighting for whatever control existed.

Dave allowed her a moment of control, wanting to give her what she needed, his fingers, he hoped, coaxing her to allow herself to feel too, to connect on some level she fought so hard against.

The gentleness with which he caressed her face, the nervousness in the way he ran his palm along her side was driving her to frustration. She needed him to speed up, she didn't know how to deal with the pleasantries of sex. Once it was over there would be time to deal with regrets and her own needs. Her fingers moved to the front of his shirt and she began to grab at his buttons again, almost pulling them from their thread as she tried to get him undressed.

"Emily," he said softly, his hand gently pushing her away. "Slow down."

She stopped abruptly, pulling away and wondering what the hell she had done wrong.

"I'm not complaining," he offered matter-of-factly. "It's just I'm not a wham bam thank you kind of guy." As his fingers continued to cup her cheek he locked her legs with his own and rolled them until she was flat on her back and he was half laying on her, half hanging onto the bed. Leaning in, his lips barely caressed the edge of her mouth, his eyes seeking hers intensely. "It would be easy to just screw you and walk away but I think you're in need of something more."

"Don't analyse me, Dave," she chided, trying but failing to move from under him.

Rossi kissed her again, this time capturing her mouth, his tongue teasing at her lips. "You're sexy as hell," he moaned against her lips. As she opened her mouth in protest his tongue darted into her mouth, grazing the roof of her mouth before he kissed her again.

Emily took a sharp intake of breath, silently damning him as they stared at each other. Not only had he taken back control but her body was responding to him against her will. "Who has the room next door?" she asked for want of something to say, other than to beg him to fuck her.

He stopped kissing her briefly, his mind struggling to focus on anything but the taste of her. "J.J. Why?"

It could have been so much worse, she decided in the second before she felt his beard tickle her neck, just below her ear. "No reason."

"Could it be you're a screamer?" he asked mock-seriously, provoking another battle of control and his almost ending up on the floor. Dave grabbed at the comforter, raising himself to a sitting position. He glanced down at his shirt and smiled at the disarray, before unbuttoning his cuffs and tossing his shirt across the room.

Emily stared up at him, her eyes locking with his as she felt the bed move again as he removed his shoes and socks and shifted position until they were laying side by side.

Dave kissed her casually, almost as an after thought, watching the confusion fleet across her eyes, before kissing her again, diverting her attention as he slipped a hand beneath her top, his fingers brushing against soft silky skin.

He was driving her crazy, and not in the way she wanted. Slow and gentle was going to be the undoing of her if she wasn't careful. Abruptly, she pushed his hand away and sat up, his shock replaced instantaneously with a look of something all together more inexplicable as she lifted her top over her head, and slipped her hand around her back to loosen her bra.

Assessing the situation and correctly analysing the woman before him, David reached up and flipped the switch plunging the room into semi darkness, the single bedside lamp the only light in the room, highlighting the contours of her body.

Dave settled himself back against the pillows and smiled as her bra joined her blouse and her trousers followed seconds later.

"Thank you," Emily said, settling herself back on the bed and running the palm of her hand across his chest. Her fingers continued to move downwards as she leaned in to kiss him again. "Now there seems to be a little discrepancy," she whispered, her fingers beginning to work their way to the zip of his pants.

He mumbled something incomprehensible as he shifted position giving her even better access, as his fingers lightly stroked her face.

If she had been in a frame of mind to think she would have contemplated what she was doing, making love with her colleague and technically her senior, but overanalysing was another one of those things on her list of not to do again, so kissing him again she deftly readdressed the imbalance between them.

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