Breathless | David Rossi

Chapter Two

Sitting at your desk, you sip your takeaway beverage and find yourself glancing up at Rossi's office. He wasn't inside, you had slipped out of his bed early to grab your belongings from your house whilst your husband was already at work, allowing you to do so without hassle. Though you found it a little difficult, with your mind constantly replaying the night before.

One thing that stood out the most, what's going to happen now? Are you both going to pretend it never happened, go back to being work colleagues? Is he going to act differently? Awkard? You bite the lip of your cup, your body heating up just from the thought of him. You've never seen that side of Rossi before, and it's something you definitely want to see again.  

"Morning Y/N." Emily's voice fills your ears, bring you back to the present. 

"Morning Em, how was your night?" 

She shrugs, drinking her coffee. "Pretty average." You nod, knowing you did not have an average night. "What about you? You look pretty relaxed." 

You instinctively raise your brows, her cheeks tinted a slight rose colour. "I had a pretty good sleep." Funnily enough, you had a really good sleep, crashing the moment your head hit the pillow and an even better awakening, being in Rossi's arms with his face buried into the crook of your neck. 

She narrows her eyes at you, searching you for lies. You smile innocently, looking down to start your report of the last case. "You got laid last night." You hum in response, your eyes flickering up to see her smug expression. "How was it?" 

Normally you would respond with, 'yeah it was good,' but sex with Rossi was better than good. Your husband does not compare. "Different." Emily nods her head for you to continue. "He fucked me from behind, against a door." 

She laughs. "That's a first." 

You avert your eyes back to the file, hoping she can't see through you. Your husband is vanilla, making 'love' to you on a bed, as opposed to Rossi fucking you on his front door. Nothing more is said, as you both quietly work on the reports to hurry home. It's not long till the rest of the team arrive, JJ heading into her office whilst Morgan and Reid sit at their desk. 

"Morning little girl," Morgan says chirpily, amused by your reaction. 

"Should have known." You grumble, the smile falling from your face. "I can't believe you two, always making fun of my height." You pout, remembering the way Rossi called you piccolo last night. Your thighs automatically clench together. 

Morgan chuckles, loving how much a simple name riles you up. "What's everyone doing for the weekend?" Reid asks. 

"Not much." You reply, inwardly groaning at all the shopping you'll have to do for your empty penthouse. 

Feeling your phone vibrate, you pull it out of your pocket and frown at the multiple missed calls and text messages. Your jaw tenses at the caller I.D, reading over the pathetic messages your husband has been sending you. Suddenly his name flashes on your screen, your finger swiping across to reject the call. The moment it goes away, you quickly work on blocking his mobile in the hopes that he'll get the message to fuck off. 

You were hoping to breeze through the day and maybe deal with him later, but now he's turned your attitude sour and the wrong person is going to cop it. "You alright?" Morgan leans forward, sensing your pissed off state. 

"Absolutely dandy." You grit your teeth, forcing a smile. He nods reluctantly, sitting back down and glancing up at you every once and awhile. Releasing a deep breath, you turn your computer on to begin sorting through the emails when you hear Rossi's voice through the bullpen.