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Title: The Fulcrum
Author: gaiajanvier
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.

Chapter7: The Great Outdoors
Muse Music: Mummer’s Dance-Loreena McKennitt

“Those panties are lovely. Now take them off.”

Garcia groaned as she reached down to pull off the boy shorts she had been wearing. When she had agreed to come today to the Hotchner home, she hadn’t intended for it to go this far. True, she had been the one to initiate it; when she realized that Jack was on a play date until eight, she had casually slid her hand over to Aaron’s cargo shorts. She stroked him gently through the material feeling the flesh firm under her hands. He had reached for her purse, rummaging through it until he pulled out her red lipstick; his eyes wicked as he handed it to her.

She knew immediately what he wanted, and locked eyes with him as she applied a thick coat to her lips. He had unbuttoned his shorts, freeing his cock. As she looked around the empty back yard, she felt a wave of uncertainty.

“Penelope, no one is coming back here and no one can see us.” His hand slid down his length and he grinned at her.   “Now get over here and suck me.”

She moved toward him, focused on what she was about to do. Aaron (he was never Hotch in these situations) loved to watch her shiny red lips slide up and down his cock. Since he usually rewarded her with at least one orgasm, she didn’t mind. She took his length in her hands, and looked up at him as she licked up the shaft, suckling on the tip.

“That’s it, baby. Now take it all, let me feel your wet mouth all around me.” She complied and he hissed. Sliding his fingers into her blonde hair, he tugged gently, encouraging her to take him deeper. She obliged and cupped his balls as she applied the suction she knew he craved. When had she become so wanton? Two months ago, she would never have dreamed she would be sucking off her boss in the middle of suburban Virginia. Remembering the website she had seen yesterday, she reached out and scraped her nail down his perineum as she took him in as deeply as she could go.

His response was immediate. Taking her head in his hands, he fucked her mouth, groaning as he emptied into her. “So fucking hot,” he mumbled. He pulled at her shoulders until she was straddling him. “You are a goddess, Penelope.”

Their lips met, and he devoured her, ignoring the taste of himself on her. She was so ready, so willing to do anything, anywhere. He felt so powerful with her, and he could see her growing confidence blossom. She was still fucking Rossi, which both surprised and intrigued him. He had never imagined she would be having sex with both of them; she had always seemed to be a one- man sort of woman.

Yet, when he had walked by Rossi’s office last night on the way home, he had caught a glimpse through the blinds. Garcia had been in Rossi’s chair, her legs propped up over the arms. Her luscious breasts were on display and the older man had been kneeling in front of her, his head bobbing up and down as he feasted on her juices. Her head had been thrown back and her red tipped fingers were buried in his dark hair. As Hotch watched, he saw Rossi rise and hook his arms under heir knees, spreading her wider as he buried himself in her. Hotch moved away as he heard the wet slapping sounds that indicated that even in his 50’s, Rossi was still very much on the job.

He moved his hips, rubbing his bare cock against her slit. He needed her, more than he had thought possible. As he broke their kiss, he pulled off her top and unhooked her bra, ignoring her squeak of surprise. He suckled her left nipple before sinking his teeth into her pale flesh. She moaned and moved her hand down to his hardening cock, gripping the shaft and very slightly scratching his heavy sac with her nails.

“Stand up baby, and take off that skirt. Let me see you bare and wanting.” He pushed her off him as he helped her to her feet. She looked around again, and moved toward a large bush and removed her skirt, hiding as if the neighbors were staring out the window at them. They were on vacation somewhere, but even if they were on the back patio, he wouldn’t have cared. Rising himself, he threw a beach towel on the chair and moved toward her, shucking his shorts as he did so.

He took her upper arms gently. “Garcia, get away from that fucking bush. I can’t lick your pussy properly if you’re standing over there.”

“Aaron, we can’t… out here. People can see us, and Jack will be back soon.” She allowed herself to be led back to the chair and reclined on the lounge.

“Baby, I am going to lick you clean and then fuck you until you come screaming on my cock. The longer you protest, the more likely we are to be caught. Don’t you want to feel me sucking your clit?”

“Yes,”she sighed. She loved oral sex, both giving and receiving. She had never dreamed she would actually enjoy the salty taste of semen or the smell of healthy man.

“And don’t you want to feel me, sliding into your wet heat, and fuck you until I empty into you and you explode around me?”

“Oh, god, yes.” She unconsciously wiggled her hips and spread her legs wider. Hotch grinned and straddled the lounge chair, sliding a callused finger between her lower lips. She shrieked. “Jack…”

“Will be home in two hours. That is plenty of time unless you keep stalling. I don’t think you’ll want to cut this short before your very satisfying ending, do you?” He slid another finger into her. She shook her head vigorously, and he chuckled, lowering his head.

An hour and a half later, they were in the house, dressed and waiting for Jack to come home. Aaron had confiscated her panties and pinned her facing the counter. He had flipped her skirt up and was fucking her slowly. She was having trouble standing with her legs spread so widely and his arms were bracing her, holding her in place. She could feel his body heat surround her and she moaned as he moved a hand down her body, rubbing her clit. His pace increased as he latched on to her neck with his teeth, sucking greedily.

“You have the most fantastic cunt I have ever had. You are so wet, so tight, so responsive. I could fuck you all day long.”

She was practically nonverbal at this point. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back, reminding him of Rossi’s office the night before. With a smirk, he pulled out of her, just as she was climbing to her peak. She opened her eyes and he laughed at her glazed expression. He sat on a kitchen chair and pulled her onto him, her grasping cunt pulling his cock back into her.

“Ride me, baby.” She complied, lifting and lowering on to him. His large hands were filled with her breasts, and he was biting and sucking the flesh.   She writhed over him, rolling her hips and dripping her juices on him. She said something to him, which he didn’t respond to. With a smirk of her own, she grabbed the back of the chair for support. She raised herself up, and slammed herself down on him. His eyes jerked up to her. She did it again, and again, driving his cock so deeply into her that he couldn’t get a centimeter deeper into her. He growled and started to meet her, thrust for thrust. The kitchen sounded like fighting animals as they pounded into each other. Hotch came with a roar, bathing her with his seed. Moments later, she joined him in a spiraling climax, collapsing on him heavily.

As their breathing was starting to calm, the phone rang. Hotch snatched it up and answered it with a gruff “Hotchner.” He listened and grinned. “Yes, of course Jack can stay over night. Does he…okay, that’s right. He still has clothes there. No problem. I’ll pick him up tomorrow after lunch. Thanks, Adam.” He hung up the phone.

“Jack is staying over night at his friends house. Baby, take a shower. We need to take a break to recover before we go for round two. Plus, we need to eat; you’ll need your strength.”

She had no doubt of that.

It was no secret at the BAU that since Penelope Garcia had taken the assistant position that her two bosses had been much easier to get along with. On the surface nothing had changed, other than Rossi’s reports getting done on time and Hotch managing to get out of the office by 6pm and home to his son. These were good things.

Strauss’ main concern related to when she looked at Penelope Garcia. Over the past two months, Garcia had lost a significant amount of weight, which shouldn’t have concerned her. But Garcia looked exhausted all the time, and was in desperate need of some pampering. She was pale, and looked like she needed time off to relax. She would keep an eye on the situation, just to make sure.

David Rossi pounded on Garcia’s door for several seconds before he remembered that he had a key. Shaking his head, he unlocked the door and pushed it open. He hoped that she was asleep. She had been looking pretty rough lately, and he had wanted to spend the day with her just relaxing and enjoying the sunshine while it lasted. She pushed herself so hard to get all her work done every day, and managed to keep up a grueling schedule of support groups and volunteer work. Now that Hotch was out of town on a vacation with Jack, she was trying to get ahead as much as she could with her work. She needed a time out, badly.

He set the bag he was carrying down on a chair and walked to her bedroom door. He knew that he was a demanding lover, and no doubt Hotch was the same way. Today was going to be about her though, and he and Aaron had agreed that they needed to talk to her about taking some time for herself.

She was under the covers, with the ceiling fan running at high speed. He kicked off his shoes and slid in bed with her. She turned to him in her sleep and muttered his name before sliding her arms around him. He tried not to grin, but kissed her hair and pulled her close.

Their relationship was much different from the one she had with Hotch. While Aaron frequently met her here at her apartment and left when they were done, she had often stayed overnight at Rossi’s. He had cleared part of his closet for her clothes, and one of the sinks in his bathroom was cluttered with her cosmetics and lotions. He made sure his kitchen was stocked with her favorite coffee and often made it for her when she had stayed. Hotch had been clear that he wanted no attachments, and his relationship with Garcia reflected that. Rossi looked at her much differently, and he knew he was falling hard for her.

She opened her eyes, bleary with sleep, to look at him. “David,” she said finally. “Am I late for something?” She started to get up, but he stopped her. “Lay back down, kitten. I just wanted to come over to see you today, and to ask if you had plans for this long weekend.” She shook her head. “Good. Would you want to come see the fireworks in DC with me?” She nodded and drifted back to sleep before he could go any further.

The third time she woke up and fell back asleep almost immediately, Rossi had gone to get her orange juice and propped her up on his lap to get her to drink it. He was now more sure than ever that her blood sugar had dropped and he kept waking her until she drank the juice and ate a piece of toast with peanut butter. She protested initially, but went along with it. She looked much more awake than before and she smiled softly as she kissed his cheek. “David, when did you get here?”

“A couple of hours ago. You looked so beautiful asleep, I just decided to watch you.” She grinned up at him and kissed him slowly on the lips. He deepened the kiss, and slid his hand down her back. She reached for his fly, and he stilled her hand. She looked up at him in confusion. He took her hand and pressed the back of it to his lips.

“Kitten, when I woke up this morning, you were all I could think about. I was hoping that you’d be home so I could come and take care of you. Will you let me?” She nodded and leaned back against him. He slipped off her sleep shirt and reached for the lotion from the bedside table. For the next hour, he touched and kissed every inch of her body. He had ignored the fact that her legs weren’t smooth, or that her hair needed to be washed. When he finally settled between her legs and began to lap at the juices that were starting to flow, he ignored that she needed to shave there as well, and focused his attention at bringing her pleasure. As she rode out orgasm after orgasm under his attention, she cried out his name, When he had finally given in to her demands and slid into her depths, they had moved together like one organism. Her cries of completion echoed his, and they lay panting together afterward, wrapped up in their sweat slick limbs and each other.

It was an odd feeling to be walking out in public hand in hand with someone, Garcia mused as she glanced in a shop window. David had been amazing this morning, and hadn’t shouted when she admitted that she had skipped dinner the night before in favor of a glass of wine and a sleeping pill. He had simply insisted that they take showers and head out to enjoy the beautiful day.

Lunch had been at a small café in Georgetown, and they had taken the subway, ignoring the looks of others as she stood wrapped in his arms. They had fed the swans and walked though a small art festival. They had met some people Rossi had known and she had been introduced as “my Penelope”. Today had been blissful.

There was no question that she was falling for him. He was romantic and mischevious, obsessive and endlessly inventive. She blossomed under his attention and felt sexy and desirable when he turned those dark eyes on him. He didn’t care if people knew about them, and was proud to have her by his side.

Still, she needed Hotch with nearly the same amount of fervor. No, he didn’t stay all night, or want anyone to know about them. Yet, sex with him was almost primal. He wanted her anywhere and anytime, in any position he could get her. If Jack was playing outside on his swing set for fifteen minutes, her skirt would be flipped up and he would be taking her from behind, his strong arms holding her against the counter. They had fucked against the wall in an alley by the Auld Dubliner and then come back inside for beers like nothing had happened. She had lost count of the places she had sucked him off: in his office just before a budget meeting with Strauss, in JJ’s bathroom when they had a team dinner, and on one memorable occasion in the SUV while they were stuck in traffic, while Reid was snoring in the backseat after a long case.

Both Rossi and Hotch (David and Aaron, she reminded herself) had mentioned that they had shared a woman before, and both still had met with her occasionally. She was married now, so their liasons had been secretive. Still, she knew that when she went to the tech summit in Colorado, they would likely look her up. She didn’t care; the married woman knew what the score was, and if she was stilling willing to satisfy them from time to time, then that was her concern. Garcia’s only rule was that she didn’t want to know the woman’s name, ever. They had been more than willing to agree on that point.

She imagined being with David and Aaron at the same time. Her fertile mind was supplying her with endless possibilities as to how that could work. She had even gone so far as to buy something that had arrived just the day before that might help. Maybe she could get Rossi to use it tonight, Hotch could make her scream in ecstasy, but she trusted Rossi implicitly not to hurt her. During sex, Hotch tended to lose control more often than he liked to admit.

She felt David squeeze her hand. “What has you so quiet, kitten?” She flushed, and he grinned, looking positively wicked.

“I bought something, and it just came in the mail. I was hoping you could help me later.” His grin widened, and she leaned up to whisper in his ear. “It’s a plug. For, you know. The website said you needed to start with something like this before you went to…other things.”

His response was immediate. He kissed her deeply. and growled in her ear. “Saucy little vixen, whispering naughty things out here in public. You know Hotch wants that honor.”

She shook her head. “It’s my ass, and I get to decide. When it comes to doing this, I want you to teach me, and you to claim me first.”

Rossi grinned and pulled her to him, kissing her for all she was worth. “Kitten, let’s go get your things, and you can stay with me for the week. My mornings are always better when I wake up with you. And not just because you love morning sex,” he cut off her snort of laughter. “But because you are so beautiful, even in sleep.”

What can a woman say to that, really?

Garcia nearly screamed as she rode the wave of pleasure, feeling the small dildo sliding in and out of her puckered hole as Rossi slid slowly in and out of her pussy. They had started her “training as soon as they had gotten back to Rossi’s house. Over the past five days, she had been spending her days at the BAU and her nights shagging David Rossi’s brains out. She knew that Aaron was due to come back the next evening, and she had a feeling that she would be spending the weekend with him. That meant little food and little sleep. After a week with nothing but his own hand, he would be insatiable.

She collapsed forward onto the pillow as she relaxed, and felt Rossi find his own pleasure moments later. He lay atop her, pressing her into the mattress as his breathing stabilized. Rolling off of her, he pulled her into his arms and peppered her with kisses.

“I take it that felt okay.” She nodded and reached up to run her fingers through his hair. “At some point kitten, I want you to think seriously about being with Aaron and I together. I won’t push the issue, but you would really enjoy it.” He kissed the sensitive point in her neck. She felt herself purring with pleasure.

“You two would tear me apart.” She practically whispered the words; finally voicing the fears she had had whenever he or Aaron had brought it up.

“Do you trust me?” he asked her. At her nod, he continued. Then trust me when I say that I will not let you get hurt, by Aaron or myself. This arrangement is consensual, and we have always stopped when you’ve asked. Haven’t we?”

She nodded, opening her eyes wide to hold back the tears. She tried to laugh when she saw the horrified expression on his face. “Yes, you have always stopped. I’m just… It’s hard to explain. Six months ago, I was very satisfied with sex once or twice a week. Stop it…” she said when David started to snicker. He stopped immediately. “Maybe it isn’t the sex life you have when you are in a relationship, but it worked for us. I liked what we did, and I felt safe with him. After we broke up, I had months of no sex at all, and I was good with that too.

“Now, for the past three months, I have been having sex with you and Aaron, at least one of you almost every day. I have done things I never dreamed in positions I have never imagined. I like it,” she reassured him quickly. “I like that you and Aaron are so different, and I like that you both push my limits. I’m just worried that I don’t have a line with you two. I don’t know when I would say no. I know that I should feel ashamed about all this, that I should be feeling dirty. But I don’t, and it makes me wonder if there is something the matter with me. At some point, you’re talking about having two men penetrate me at the same time, and the thought should terrify me. After what we just did,” she gestured to the dildo, still wrapped in a condom, “I should feel like a slut. But all I can think about is how good it will feel when I am that full again. And when that happens, where do I draw the line then? Will you want me to have sex with you and a stranger? Would you want me to have sex with a woman? If you asked me, I don’t know if I could say no. That is what scares me.”

“You feel like you’re losing your identity.” He summarized, and she nodded. “I don’t want to take away who you are, kitten. What drew me to you is your personality. I won’t lie that I love what we do. I won’t deny that the thought of sharing you with Aaron makes me hard just thinking about it. Sinking inside you feels like nirvana, every single time; it’s like an addiction. I think that’s why I want you so often. But I’ll back off if you feel like you are losing yourself; that is absolutely not what I want.”

He pulled away from her, and she reached for him desperately. “Don’t leave me, David. Please. You’re the one thing in this crazy world that makes me feel safe.”

He moved back toward her, and wrapped her in his arms again. “Kitten…Penelope, I will keep you safe. I don’t want to pass you around, or any silly thing like that. Maybe you trust me because deep down you know I will protect you. So will Aaron, if the truth be told. You make me proud when I can have you with me, when I can show you off to other people as mine. If you were to stop this entire arrangement today, I would still want to be with you. Even if I could never touch you again.”

“That sounds a little bit like love.” She lifted her head to look at him.

“It does, doesn’t it?” He made sure she could see he wasn’t going to deny it.

Then she was kissing him, and he was kissing her back with equal fervor. They poured out their emotions through each caress, and thrust and moan as they melted together again and again. Later, when David Rossi slipped on the condom and finally took her last virginity, it was with a sense of trust and affection.

Garcia felt safe.
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