Breathless | David Rossi

Chapter Twelve

Stepping out of the shower, you quickly dry yourself and wrap the towel around you as you walk into your bedroom. You chuckle to yourself, seeing Rossi roll over to your side of the bed, burying his head into your pillow. Quietly you rummage through your drawers for your deep red lingerie and standing in front of the mirror to admire the way it fits your body.

Throwing Rossi's quarter-zip jumper on, you pad into your kitchen to prepare an easy breakfast, considering you ate dinner early the night prior and need something quick. As you begin to pour the pancake batter into the pan, you hear the elevator ding.

With precision, you grab your gun and aim it at the doors, waiting for them to open. "Wow, don't shoot." Emily puts her hands up in surrender, her eyes wide as she register's the barrel of the gun.

"Jesus Em, heads up next time." You put the gun down, turning to resume your cooking. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Well, considering you disappeared last night and Rossi never told us if he found you, I had to resort to having Garcia track your phone. Nice place by the way." She looks around the penthouse, taking in the large space.

You remove the pancakes from the pan and place them on a plate, setting them aside as you start cutting up different pieces of fruit. "So, how was last night?" You ask her, slicing a mango.

"It was good." She smiles, taking a seat at the island. You glance up at her, catching sight of a hickey on her neck.

"Yeah, I bet it was." You grin, wriggling your eyebrows at her whilst she covers it with her hair. "Who's the lucky person?"

Emily runs her button lip between her teeth. "JJ."

You pause, your mouth agape as you process her words. "I fucking knew it." You smirk at her. "You think I didn't notice the little wardrobe swap you guys have been doing for the past couple weeks?"

"I was hoping no one would pick up on that." She smiles sheepishly, reaching for a strawberry.

"So, you guys together, or..?"

"We're just keeping it casual, seeing where it goes."

You nod in understanding, putting the fruits on top of the pancakes and pouring three cups of coffee. "What about you, what happened last night?" Emily eyes the marks peeking out of the jumper where you haven't zipped it up.

"That was last week." You chuckle. "But last night, well, let's just say there was pretty bad judgment on my end. However, David got a taste of his own medicine."

"Are you going to elaborate on that?" She asks, taking the mug from you and sipping its contents.

Glancing toward the hallway the ends at your bedroom, you tell Emily the general idea of what happened, not wanting to go into too much detail. There are some things she doesn't need to know.

"I can not believe you had the famous David Rossi, begging for you." She laughs, stealing a few more pieces of fruit.

You bite your lip, your cheeks tinted in a slight rose colour. Before you can say anything, "Have I expressed how much I hate waking up without you, piccolo?" Rossi's voice calls from the hallway. "Because I don't-oh, hello Emily."

Rossi's eyes widen at the sight of her, definitely not expecting anyone to be here beside you. "Morning Rossi." Emily stifles a laugh, covering her mouth with her hand as she takes in Rossi's shirtless form, with your scratch marks and hickeys on full display. Thankfully he's wearing his jeans.

You bite your lip to hide your own laugh, as you hand Rossi his coffee and motion for the pancakes. He comes up beside you, taking a fork and digging in.