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The Maddening Mayhem of Love
"Well, say something, damn it," Rossi said finally, his low growl attempting to cover his rising self-consciousness.
"I...you..." Pen stuttered, her normal quick mind struggling to keep up with this new and vital plethora of intense information. "You care about me," she breathed, poking a shaky, accusatory finger into his broad chest.
"You're just now getting that memo?" Dave asked incredulously, his feet gravitating into her personal bubble of space without any real thought.
"Yes, Mr. I Play All My Cards Close to the Chest, I'm JUST getting it! You acted like you hated me! Then you wouldn't speak to me, wouldn't look me in the eyes, wouldn't so much as deign a simple, 'Hello, Garcia. Eat shit and die, my sparkly technical genius!' What the heck was I supposed to think?" she asked loudly, punctuating each statement with an unconscious slap to his chest. Seriously, they were the profilers! How was she expected to read HIS mind?
"Maybe that if I had spoken to you...or worse yet, really looked at you, I'd do something like this," Dave replied in a low rumble, burying his hand in her long curly hair and pulling her unresisting body flush against his. Covering soft lips parted in shock, Dave kissed her hungrily, the frustration of the past several weeks bleeding into every moment, every movement, every silky slip of their skin.
Expertly taking advantage of her surprised gasp, his tongue split the seam of her lips, stroking his tongue sensually against hers in an erotic dance. Damn, but she tasted sweet. Innocent. Like ripe strawberries on a hot summer's day.
She could feel proof of his rising interest pressed against her stomach as his warm, capable hands cupped her rounded hips. Opening her mouth to accept his kiss, her world dissolved for a moment and the only tangible consistencies were the feel of his lips sliding against hers and the warm press of his hands, keeping her upright. He tasted like spice and sin and all the wonderfully carnal delights she'd missed for endless months. And, God, the man lived up to his reputation. She'd never experienced an embrace so acutely vibrant in her life.
Moaning softly as his mouth parted from hers and warm lips dragged across her cheek to gently nibble at the sensitive skin just below her earlobe, she shivered. "I've been looking at you, Penelope. You just mistook desire for anger," he whispered against her ear before covering her lips again for a breathtaking kiss.
Long minutes later when the need for oxygen overwhelmed his need for her lips, Dave finally raised his head, resting his forehead against hers. "Damn, I did things out of order again," he mumbled, searching her flushed face for signs of anger. Finding none, he relaxed slightly and kept her loosely enfolded in his arms.
"What?" Penelope asked blankly, idly realizing that she was completely at a loss for words for a change.
"Traditionally, you get a free meal at an expensive restaurant before I steal a first kiss," Dave explained with a gentle smile, his fingers sweeping against her waist.
"Not based on my extensive research," Pen snorted, reaching out a blind hand to pat one of her many computers. "Ethel never lies and based on her calculations, seventy-three percent of the time, you'd have already had my bra off."
"God, Reid's been teaching you about statistics, hasn't he?" Dave groaned, leaning his forehead down against hers. "You guys all really need to chip in and buy that guy a girlfriend. Hell, I'll even foot the bill."
"Reid did nothing. Your record is well documented when you know what information you're looking for," Pen grinned, letting her momentary joy sweep through her.
"You investigated me?" Dave chuckled, raising an eyebrow as he stared down into twinkling eyes.
"You investigated me first," Penelope countered, her eyebrows arching.
"By interrogating you, not researching you," Dave denied, shaking his head.
"Can I help it if you aren't as resourceful as I am?" she asked, offering him a dazzling smile that seemed to spread across her entire face.
"I suppose not," Dave shrugged. "Well, did that idiot box," he asked, nodding toward the computer her hand rested on, "tell you anything interesting about me?"
"First, don't call my baby an idiot. You'll hurt her feelings and she'll be forced to do some less than savory things to your many bank accounts," Penelope informed him tartly. "Second, besides the fact that you're a very rich man with two lucrative careers, I learned that up until now, evidently, you've had lousy taste in women. But," she smiled as his arms tightened around her waist, "it appears you've seen the error of your ways in your advanced years."
"Better late than never, right?" he asked, lips twitching with amusement.
Cocking her head, Penelope arched a well defined brow. "You know I'm not exactly known for being a statuesque sophisticate, right?"
Mimicking her pose, Dave shrugged as he declared easily, "Barbie got boring."
"And I'm never gonna just stand there and take your crap," she warned, her cheeks flushing a charming crimson hue as excitement threatened to overwhelm her.
"I'd be disappointed if you did," Rossi retorted, his heart softening as the delightful woman that had captured his initial interest slowly re-emerged.
"And," Pen drawled, fingering his simple navy blue tie with her fuchsia-painted nail, "we're seriously going to have to talk about your wardrobe."
"Now you're approaching a line in the sand," Dave warned, pinching her curvaceous rump playfully as he pulled her closer.
"I guess I could learn to live with the tie," Pen said with a roll of her eyes.
"I'm glad to hear that," Dave chuckled, feeling lighthearted for the first time in more years than he cared to think about. "We could talk about the rest of my garment choices later. Maybe over dinner?" Dave suggested with a wink.
And with a happy smile, something that hadn't crossed her lips in weeks, Garcia nodded. "You, Agent Delicious, have yourself a date."
No, he thought to himself as he sealed his lips to hers once again, he had more than just a simple date. He had a chance with a woman that would completely change every facet of his life.
And damn…he was looking forward to those changes.