Eternal | David Rossi

21

You were jolted awake by a blaring alarm. You reached your hand out, trying to find what was on the nightstand making the sound.

Rossi shifted beside you, reaching over on his side and turning off the blaring noise. You groaned as it went away, curling back up into a ball.

Rossi spooned you, his arm going across you waist and pulling you flush against him. "We have work, y/n."

You huffed, "I'm not 'etting up..."

Rossi sighed, kissing the crook of your neck softly, "Aaron won't like us being late..."

"He can 'ait...." you grumbled, backing further into Rossi, who hummed, pulling you closer.

"I don't think he'll like that." Rossi murmured. He pulled away from you and you let out whine, wanting his warmth back. He paid no attention as he climbed out of bed, moving to his dresser.

You sighed, rolling onto your stomach and burying your head into the pillows. Rossi's clothes were rustling as he dressed, putting on a suit.

He pulled the covers down, "Come on, y/n." He buttoned his shirt and you lifted your head to look at him.

Your eyes trailed over his hairy chest as he slowly buttoned it up. He smirked and you blushed, looking away as if you hadn't been staring. He slid his belt through the loops of his dress-pants, fiddling with it.

You climbed out of bed at the sound. His eyebrows rose at your sudden movement. You stood in front of him and reached down to his belt. His eyebrows shot up further and you rolled your eyes, "Not now, Dave." You buckled his belt for him, straightening out his black dress-shirt.

He huffed, "Now, that's not fun." he gripped your hips, pulling you against him. You placed a hand on his chest, pushing away.

"We have work, remember? Hotch wouldn't be happy if we went in late." You were using his words against him. He frowned, wanting to touch your bare skin again.

You found your go-bag set next to his dresser and you pulled out work clothes. He made the bed as you picked out what you were going to wear.

You started walking away and he gripped your arm before you went, "Where ya going?"

You blushed, "The bathroom?"

His eyebrows furrowed, "You're not going to give me a show?" He had a hint of a smirk on his face.

You shook your head, biting your lip. You didn't want him to see you naked. Last night, you had had sex in the dark. He didn't see the scars your dad left and you wanted to keep it that way.

He frowned when you walked away without answering him. You closed the bathroom door and he sighed, wondering what you were hiding. He hoped you didn't regret last night.

A few minutes later and you walked out of the bathroom wearing black skinny jeans with a light blue dress-shirt tucked in, a little bit of makeup on. Rossi was sitting on the bed and your eyebrows raised, expecting him to be downstairs making coffee.

He pat the spot next to him and your heart quickened. Did he regret you two now? He saw your terrified face, "I just want to talk to you for a second."

"About?" You asked nervously as you set next to him, your bodies brushing.

He looked at you, "Do you.. Do you regret last night, y/n? Was it too soon? Did I push you into it?" Your eyebrows were furrowed and it took a second for your brain to process what he had said.

"Uh..."

"If I did, I understand if you're upset. I'm so sorry, y/n if you felt pressured in any way. I sho-"