Eternal | David Rossi

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TW: mentions of rape, sexual abuse, PTSD, panic attacks. 

You rolled to the side, hitting a hard wall. Your eyebrows furrowed and you opened your eyes. You were face to face with a broad chest. You glanced up, your eyes gazing into two dark brown orbs. Rossi smirked, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

You shimmied closer to him, happy to be wrapped in his warmth. The air outside the cozy blankets were chilly and you shivered, pressing against him.

He dipped his head down to look at you, "Are you cold?" You gave him a small nod. In response, he tucked your leg underneath his, his arm draping over your body, providing more warmth you desperately craved. You hummed, nuzzling into his warm chest. "Better?" He questioned, his hot breath blowing against your cheek. 

"Mhm." You grunted and he ran his hand down your side softly. You snuggled into him, his arms tightening around you. You two laid in a comfortable silence as the time ticked by. You were just happy to be laying with him and he couldn't find a reason to complain.

Eventually, you lifted your head, feeling toastier then when you woke up. Rossi smiled at your sleepy face, "You can go back to sleep, I'll make us some coffee and tea."

"You don't have to do that.." you mumbled, your eyelids already slipping shut. He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead as you fell back asleep.

When he was sure you were out, he climbed out of bed, making sure the blankets were wrapped securely around you. He didn't want you to lose any of the warmth you had managed to soak up from him.

He went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee and you a small mug of tea.

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You woke up as someone made the bed dip down as they climbed on. Your eyelids fluttered open, landing on Rossi laying upright against the headboard with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cup of tea in the other.

He smiled, "I made you some tea, sleepyhead."

"I'm healing." you groaned, feeling like you had to justify your tiredness.

"I know. How are you feeling?" He asked as you slowly sat up, settling beside him against the headboard.

You rubbed your eyes, "Better. It's a little sore, but nothing Tylenol can't fix." He handed you the mug of tea and you gratefully sipped on it. You lowered the cup to your lap, letting your head fall onto his broad shoulder.

"Thanks for staying over. I slept good." You murmured.

"Good," he replied, "I slept good too." You smiled softly, knowing he was happy to sleep at your apartment.

You lifted your head, taking another sip of your tea. "So, when does work go back for you guys?"

Rossi sighed, "Thursday."

"You'd think she'd just give the team the rest of the week off."

"It's Strauss, y/n." You sighed at his words. Strauss was a witch.

"Yeah.... she sucks..." he chuckled at your words, agreeing with you. You laid your head back against the headboard, sighing in content.