TW: mentions of PTSD, panic attacks.
To say you were scared as to why you woke up in David Rossi's bed would be an understatement. You were terrified. Did you guys...? No, you would've remembered that.
Right now, you were tucked into his arms, held close to him. You could see the clock on his nightstand and knew it was around seven in the morning. You had slept soundly for at least three hours. You never slept good for that long. Never.
His deep breathing, the way he held you, his scent, everything was keeping you calm, if it had been anybody else you would've flipped, jumped out of bed and ran for the hills. But here you were, snuggled into a man's chest.
You hadn't been held by a man since.... since your father had last touched you. It was a horrible thought. You felt stupid, not even letting Spencer hold onto you for long. He never asked questions, gave you your space because he respected boundaries like that.
Tipping your head up, you gazed at Rossi's face. He was fast asleep, his warm brown eyes closed, face relaxed. He looked far younger in his sleep, but you supposed everyone did.
You dipped your head back down, nuzzling into his chest, inhaling his scent again. You closed your eyes, letting yourself relish in his warm embrace.
That's when he started to shift, his legs moving slightly and then he rolled his head to the side. You didn't open your eyes, too afraid to see the look on his face when he realized you two had cuddled. Surely, he would kick you out now, right?
"Y/n...?" His voice was soft, raspy with sleep and to say heat wasn't pooling in your stomach would be an absolute lie. You kept your eyes shut, but hummed, letting him know you were awake. It'd be stupid to try and hide that you were awake, he would know.
Rossi shifted, jiggling you slightly before his arm wrapped tighter around you. This was unexpected. He was holding you tighter not kicking you out of his bed. He wasn't yelling. No, he was holding you closer.
You laid together for several minutes in silence before he spoke up, "Did you sleep okay?"
Your eyes fluttered open, but you didn't tip your head up to look at him, you just gazed at the wall. "Yeah. Did you?" God, this was too weird.
Rossi chuckled, instantly calming your nerves, "Yeah, I slept good."
Rossi's fingers gently gripped your chin, turning your head to look at him. Instantly, your eyes locked, emotions you had never seen before on his face swirled in his eyes.
"Good morning." He greeted with a small smile as if knowing you were nervous.
You swallowed thickly, "Morning."
He ran his thumb over your cheek, sending small sparks through the skin he caressed, "Aaron's probably up making coffee."
"Yeah..." you mumbled, unsure of what to say. Hotch was here. Would he know you two cuddled? That would be awkward to explain to your boss.
Rossi knew what you were thinking, "He won't know, and if he does, he won't say anything. It isn't his business, y/n."
"He's our boss." You reminded him as he let go of your chin.
"Yes, but he also has boundaries. We've known each other for a long time, he knows not to meddle in my business." Rossi explained, wrapping his arm around you.
"And I've known him for what, 6 months?" Rossi frowned, "He'll fire my ass. Oh god-" your mind caught up with what you were saying, "He's gonna fire me- shit-shit-" you started to pull away when Rossi pulled you down and back into him, closer to his face than before.
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Eternal | David Rossi
FanfictionWhen you joined the BAU, you didn't think you'd fall for the famous David Rossi, a man who was at least twenty years your senior. But somehow, two completely different souls were bound together.