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Title: The Fulcrum
Author: Gaia Janvier
Disclaimer: I do not own criminal minds. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made from this story.

Chapter 11:

   It was interesting how the two men in her life were dealing with her request for space, Garcia reflected as she scanned the cameras showing the bullpen. In a way, the past two weeks had showed her a lot about her lovers. Unsurprisingly, they appeared to be deliberately misunderstanding the concept of “giving her some space.”

Hotch had taken every opportunity to call her into his office. She was making five or six trips a day back and forth to his office to pick things up. He had on several occasions attempted to trap her against the door to the office, but she had been able to slide past him and out the door. She had emerged from the office in such a rush that she had dropped the files clutched in her hands. Her cheeks were flaming as she hurried past the others in the bullpen back into her office. As she had nearly tripped going down the metal stairs, she could have sworn she heard the man actually growl in frustration before the office door closed.

Rossi seemed to have committed to a different tactic. He made several trips to her lair daily, asking questions that could have just as easily asked her over the phone. He was careful never to touch her, but he would look at her with such heat that she actually felt her knees begin to buckle. The bastard had the nerve to chuckle as he turned and left her office. The man was infuriating.

Garcia had no illusions that her two men would continue to go along with her request for space indefinitely. She was pretty sure that Hotch was at the end of his leash, his darkness beginning to leak out with displays of short temper. He had begun deliberately taunting unsubs during interrogation, and was in the gym more than Morgan to let off steam. As for Rossi, it was difficult to tell; three failed marriages and a dozen or so equally devastating lost relationships had taught him to keep his cards close to his chest, so to speak.

It was the case in Nebraska that had finally broke the proverbial camel’s back. An unsub had kidnapped several men and was keeping them in medically induced comas as he methodically removed various organs and swaths of skin. When he was caught, the unsub had not only bragged that he had managed to elude law enforcement long enough to remove all valuable parts from eight men, but that the BAU had interviewed him twice and had never realized he was actually the one they were hunting. Morgan had needed to use all of his strength to hold back the irate Unit Chief. It was then that Garcia realized that her time to think was up. She needed to make a decision-either walk away from them both and be truly free-or return to both of them and try to negotiate some power in this odd triad they had formed. She felt the ache in her chest, and knew then it was a lost cause.

She had gotten into the SUV with Hotch…Aaron, she corrected herself silently. The man driving bore little resemblance to the controlled and unflappable Hotch that she worked with. Aaron was starting to sweat as he turned off into a city park. Even in the dark, she could see the barely controlled fury in his dark eyes. He slammed the vehicle into park with such strength, she felt her eyes widen. She realized at that moment that she had somehow pushed him too far.

“I agreed to your insane request for “space” in the hopes that you would realize that you belong with us.” He turned to look at her, his hands going to his throat to pull his tie off, hands shaking as he undid the top two buttons of his shirt. “I have been a good little boy and haven’t touched another woman in. Two. Fucking. Weeks. I do not appreciate your casual flirting. You do it deliberately, even though you know how much I hate it.”

Garcia looked at him, stunned. “You mean with Morgan? I always flirt with him like that; if I didn’t, people would be suspicious. You were the one who didn’t want anyone to know about us, as I recall.”

He did the growling thing as he jerked off his seat belt and got out, circling the SUV and opening her door. She turned as she removed her seat belt to face a fuming Aaron. Taking a breath, she reached out to touch his face. He pulled back as though he had been burned, grabbing her wrists and holding them tightly.

“You need to decide, Penelope. Do you want to be with us, or not?” She noticed he didn’t respond to her comment about Morgan.

She nodded, not trusting her voice. Behind the anger in his eyes, she thought that she detected a bit of hurt in them as well. She saw the fine lines the corners of his eyes, and leaned forward to kiss him. He released her hands as his hands found their way into her hair, tugging at the silky strands. She could feel the tension in his body as he pulled her into his embrace. She pressed kisses to his jawline and sighed as he attacked her neck, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin.

She reached out to touch his belt, and heard him moan. Her hand slid down to cup him and she hissed at the firm flesh she could feel through his trousers.   At that moment, she felt a rush of power. She could tame the savage beast within him, could calm him. He was in this state because she hadn’t been giving him what he needed.   What they both craved.

He tore himself from her throat and moved away from her. She heard him open the back to the SUV and slid out of the passenger seat to meet him . Without a word, he helped her into the back, grinning at the blanket he had spread out for her. His suit jacket was bunched into a make shift pillow, and she knew what was going to happen next. She felt something uncurl within her: yes, this was what she had been missing.

“I’m going to fuck you, Penelope. I am going to take you every way I can think of. You will be so sore tomorrow, you’ll be walking with a limp. Then you’ll understand that you don’t leave me like this. You don’t leave me so desperate that I’m jacking off in the men’s room. Do you understand?” She nodded, and felt that she needed to say something.

“You can fuck me however you want, Aaron. But you’d better get me off too. This is not a punishment; don’t make me regret this.” She looked up and she saw the amusement on his face.

“Oh, baby. Of course I’ll take care of you. Don’t I always leave you satisfied?” She nodded, and gasped as he hiked her skirt up above her waist. It wasn’t gentle, and she took a breath as he tugged her panties off. He stuck them in his trouser pocket as he grinned at her. “Good girl.”

The next hour defied description. She moaned and thrashed as he laved her intimate place with his tongue. A long finger slid in at just the right moment and she exploded with a shout. Moments later, she was pulled to the edge of the back and felt the cool air on her as she heard Aaron unzip his trousers. As he pushed into her roughly, her scream was muffled with his mouth on hers. She could feel the amazing friction as he penetrated her more and more deeply. Her thighs were pushed apart almost impossibly wide as he pistoned in and out of her depths. She could feel his orgasm mounting as his fingers dug into her hips, no doubt bruising her soft skin. Yes, this was what she wanted, even needed.

By the time Aaron pulled his softening cock out of her, she lay her head back with tears in her eyes. She had come again and again, as he took her from behind and later pulled her sore body on to him as she pleasured herself on the firm flesh. He had been relentless, sucking and biting every bit of supple skin he could find. She had left her own marks, though. Deep scratches were visible from her raking her nails down his sides as he pounded into her. He had been virtually incoherent as he roared in triumph and emptied into her repeatedly. He kissed her tenderly as she climbed out of the back of the SUV. She winced as she climbed into the passenger seat again, feeling his seed running down her inner thigh. She would need a bath as soon as she got back to the hotel.

Aaron looked disheveled, and she was sure that she looked a fright herself. She opened the vanity mirror…eek. She snapped the visor back up with a groan. As he climbed into his seat and started the SUV, he grinned. She dug through her purse until she found the package of handi-wipes she always kept there. As she tried to clean up a bit, he pulled out of the park and back onto the highway.

“We’ll be wheels up at 9:00 tomorrow morning. I would really like to spend the night with you tomorrow night, but I’m sure you have other plans.” He didn’t need to mention Rossi. “Tonight though, I want you to stay with me. We’ll have to be quiet tomorrow morning, but isn’t sneaking around half the fun?”

She groaned internally at the implication. She had been craving his touch for days, even weeks. Now though, she wanted to get clean and have about two days straight to sleep. She gathered her courage. “Do you think you can have quiet sex? I’m not sure you know how.” It was true. Aaron growled and cursed and shouted during sex, so unlike his professional persona.

Hotch chuckled and reached over to lace his fingers with hers. “It will be a challenge, of course. But I think that I can pull it off. If you can manage to keep quiet as well.” He seemed playful now, relaxed and flirtatious. Lifting their entwined hands, he pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

Garcia felt her heart soften. This felt right. Aaron was hers, as was Rossi. The thought of her dark Italian knight caused a rush of lust through her. Likewise, she was theirs. Their relationship was unusual, of course.   Most people would be willing to accept same sex marriage before a woman in an open relationship with two men. If it were to be well known, she would likely break up the team and lose a few friends.

The thing was, at the moment she just didn’t care. The blonde hacker loved the rush of power as she watched her two strong men come apart at the seams. She loved the way that Rossi looked at her-as though she were a precious jewel. She loved the way Aaron let down his guard; the way he trusted her enough to show her his darkness and his vulnerability.

As they sped into the night, she looked at her lover, all disheveled and silent. She thought the tightness around his eyes had eased and a small grin on his lips. Looking around, she realized that they were headed away from the hotel. They were driving out of the city, in fact.

“Aaron, where are we going? This isn’t the way back to the hotel.”

He glanced at her. “You made a good point - I’m not sure I can be quiet during sex.” He turned off into an empty parking lot at a strip mall. Putting the SUV into park, he turned to face her. “We have about an hour or so before anyone starts to look for us. Let’s make the most of it.”

Garcia shrieked as he slapped her plump bottom. With a wiggle, she made her way to the back seat.

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