Eternal | David Rossi

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TW: mentions of sexual assault and harassment, mentions of panic attacks. 

Bit of smut too ;)

Rossi woke first, his arms still wrapped around your waist and holding you close. You were still asleep, strands of hair scattered across your face. Your cheek was against his chest, a hand settled on his arm.

He stretched his free arm, running a hand through his hair. Sunlight filtered in through the sheer curtains, bathing the both of you in a warm light.

You stirred in his grip, muttering something in your sleep. You pressed closer to him unconsciously, your face nuzzling further into his warm chest. He rolled his head to the side, gazing at you. He pushed the hair out of your eyes, admiring your peaceful face as you slept.

Your eyelids fluttered open and you kicked your legs out like a waking baby. He smirked as you yawned and gripped his arm tighter. You blinked your eyes, clearing away your blurry vision and glanced up at him.

"Good morning." Rossi murmured, a smirk still painted  across his handsome face.

Your eyes narrowed, "What'd you do?"

Rossi's eyebrows rose, "I didn't do anything."

"Then why are you... smiling?" You questioned, a suspicious look crossing your face.

His smirk grew, "You're cute when you sleep. I'm admiring my girlfriend." He stated as if it was nothing. Your cheeks flushed a deep red, not expecting him to say such a thing. He chuckled softly, "What made you blush this time? The cute comment or the girlfriend one?"

Your face heated up even more, hating how your body reacted to his words. He knew just what to say to make you a blushing mess. You smacked at his arm, "Not nice, Dave." He grinned and reached over to his nightstand, grabbing the thermometer. You groaned, "I feel better, I don't need-" he shoved it into your mouth without a word.

You huffed, but kept it in your mouth. It beeped and he took it out, looking at it. "98.9. Close enough."

You made a face, "Told you."

He set the thermometer on his nightstand and shuffled closer to you, "I had to check."

"Mhm." You grumbled and he gave you a look. "What?" You asked.

"You're very frustrating, has anyone ever told you that?"

"You just did." You grunted and he rolled his eyes, laying his head back as if in exasperation.

You smirked, crawling up his side and hovering over his face. He glanced up at you as you leaned down, kissing his jaw, "I'm sorry, I've always been a handful." You kissed down his neck, making up for your crankiness.

He rolled the two of you over, towering over you now. He smirked, "I forgive you." He dipped his head and captured your lips in his.

You placed a hand on his chest, "Dave.." you whined and he smirked into the kiss, knowing he was getting you worked up.

"What?" He asked innocently, trailing his kisses down your neck.

"You're tea-" he sucked on your sweet spot and you bucked up. He grunted, pushing your hips down with one hand. "D-Dave-"

"What?" He asked, "What do you want?" He nipped at your collarbone and you let out a small moan. You couldn't make out words, your mind focused on his lips trailing over you so, so slowly. He smiled, finally finding a way to get you lost for words.

He pulled away and you looked up at him, "You're a conniving man, Dave."

He chuckled, "Am I?" You nodded and he pushed his hand underneath his shirt you were wearing. His warm hand rubbed upwards and you gave him a lustful look.