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Title: The Fulcrum
Author: lucretziathevagabond
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: DR/PG/AH
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds; the recognizable characters are property of CBS. I am making no money from this little writing exercise; I am simply learning to improve my writing skills

Chapter 3: All the Way to Heaven
Lyrics: I want to roll down the windows
               Teach you to fly
               I want to give you a thrill
               The kind you can’t buy-Melissa Etheridge, All the Way to Heaven

The summer morning was bright and sunny, as Penelope Garcia and David Rossi zoomed down the road with the top down. The small towns were just starting to wake up, and she began to relax against her seat after a few minutes.

“The reading isn’t until 2pm, and we should be there by 12; well, actually by 11 if we consider the way you drive.” Rossi grinned, and she could see the corners of his eyes crinkle behind his aviator sunglasses. He reached down to shift, then patted her knee.

“We’ll get there safely, don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried. I am just making the point that you drive too fast. So, on a different subject, what’s going to happen today? I mean, I’ve been to a book signing before, but never a reading. Plus, to be honest, I haven’t read your new book yet.”

He was mock horrified at her admission. Then his face turned thoughtful.

“Well, we get to the bookstore, and we go through the usual social do-si-do. Then, I will have to sign a bunch of books. After that, we go out into the throng of people. I read a few excerpts from the book, and then start signing. Apparently, they are giving out bracelets, so they expect quite a crowd.” He shrugged and turned his attention back to the road.

“So, what do I do?” She nervously smoothed down her dress. She should probably have worn flats, but the heeled sandals had gone so well with the kelly green dress she had picked out. She wasn’t used to be the center of attention. Or next to the center of attention, at any rate.

“Your job will be to take the book from the person and hand it to me to sign. If anyone wants to have a picture taken with me, you will take the picture. That’s about it, really. Of course, you will need to suffer through people making fools out of themselves. I swear, you’d think these middle- aged women were hormonal teenagers.” He shook his head.

“What am I supposed to do if you get propositioned by a book tour groupie? Guard the door to the storeroom while you live up to your lothario reputation? ” She laughed out loud as his cheeks darkened.

“No. You are going to be the pretty young thing that will keep me safe from the previously mentioned groupies.” Now it was her turn to blush.

“Don’t count on it.” She muttered.

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Rossi had completely understated the 3 ring circus that was the book signing. Several hundred people had shown up, and three hours later the signing was still in full swing. Garcia needed a bathroom break and a coffee in the worst way, but the man of honor was calm and unruffled, showing no signs of strain.

The book tour groupie thing was absolutely true. She watched in disbelief as woman after woman (and a couple of men) tried to pass him photos and phone numbers, and several tried to kiss him. After the third woman nearly knocked Garcia down in her hurry to get to him, Rossi stopped the line. Garcia was seated next to him and didn’t move. He also seemed to turn on the charm.

Over the past two hours, Rossi had made a bit of a game out of touching her. Then there was the light brushes of his fingers as she passed him a book, which turned to a whisper in her ear as he asked her some completely irrelevant question. It took her a few minutes to realize that he was deliberately flirting with her, probably in order to keep away the hormonal women that approached him.

“Who knew there were so many women interested in the behavior of sadists?,” he whispered.

“I think they are more interested in what’s in your … well, you know what I mean, my liege.” She blushed as he laughed out loud, turning toward her and sliding his arm across the back of her seat. She saw a few people raise their eyebrows and mutter to each other. A few more glared at her.

The line had finally been cut off and at 6pm, the last person had gotten their book signed. Rossi stood and stretched, arms over his head. One of the booksellers actually sighed, and Garcia took the opportunity to hurry to the restroom. When she emerged a few minutes later, she found the author paying for two coffees, and subtly (at least as subtle as Rossi ever was) trying to disentangle himself from the store manager. When he saw her, he grinned and she suddenly felt her stomach drop. He was up to something.

“Kitten, ” he practically purred at her. As she approached, he took her hand and twirled her once, before wrapping an arm around her briefly. She tried to keep her expression playful as she felt him whisper in her ear again, “Look around at the men, kitten. They can’t take their eyes off of you.”

She glanced around, and she did see a few stares. It was probably because they wondered what a legend like Rossi would be doing with a woman like her. Blushing, she looked down at her feet. Even though she knew he was trying to bolster her self-esteem, she still felt a bit better when he kept an arm loosely around her waist.

He handed her a cup of coffee, and she smiled. Two can play this game. Before she could process what she intended to do, she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his jaw. She felt his arm tighten around her and she heard a quiet growl rumble from deep in his throat. His arm loosened from around her and slid down low on her back.

As soon as they were in the car and pulling out of the parking lot, Rossi spoke.

“Kitten, you are adorable when you unsheath your little claws. I thought that woman was going to strip me if you hadn’t intervened.” He took an exit off the freeway and went on to back roads. It would take longer that way, but was more scenic and quiet.

“You can kiss me anytime; although if you do, I am not responsible for my actions.”

“So you’d lose control, huh?” she snorted at the idea. Garcia was glancing out the window, and didn’t see his sharp look her way.

“Depends on where I kissed you.”

She blushed, and he reached over, rubbing her thigh gently. With a wicked grin, he slid his hand up her thigh, taking her dress with him. She slapped at his hand, and he allowed her to move it away and back on her lap.

“Kitten, you have no idea how much I have wanted to be under those skirts of yours.   I know you’ve never thought of me that way, but give me a chance. I stood back for three years, waiting for Morgan to make his move. It’s obvious he’s not going to, so I am giving you notice. I don’t tease like he does, kitten. When I tell you that I’m going to show you a good morning, I damn sure mean it.”

“Really, you’re going to rock my world?,” she teased. What in the world was going on? He actually seemed serious. Sure, he was hot in that alpha male kind of way. But she had seen pictures of his wives and a few of his flings. They were all, tall, slim and gorgeous. In other words, not like her.

Without answering her, he pulled off in the circular driveway of an abandoned building. Within seconds, he was out of the car, opening her door and leading her to the hood. When she sat on the hood, she could feel the warmth from the engine of the back of her legs, and her…well, you know. He spread her legs wide so he could stand between them, and without warning his mouth lowered to hers.

Her shock wore off quickly, and she found that she was kissing him back with equal fervor. His hands were everywhere, eventually resting low on her waist so he could pull her closer. She could smell the coffee from the bookstore, the cologne he wore that had tobacco flower in it; she thought it was Donna Karan for men. Regardless, she loved it. His beard was scratchy against her chin, and when he left her lips to kiss the side of her throat she moaned with pleasure. She clung to him, feeling his heart pound against her chest, and she was sure that hers was beating just as fast. Her hand slid down his chest…

And then he pulled away. His lips were swollen and his hair was disheveled from her running her hands through it. With a smirk, he pulled her off the hood of the car and helped her back into her seat. Bending over her to fasten her seat belt, he stole a quick kiss before finally speaking.

“If I can give you that much pleasure from a kiss, imagine what I can do when I can have you naked and love you properly.”

She leaned her head back against the headrest, and tried to imagine what he could do. Quite honestly, she couldn’t even imagine.

Coming up: Truck Stop Delight
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