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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.

Chapter 8: Party for Two…or three?

Aaron Hotchner was driving a bit faster than he probably should have as he flew down the highway. He had just spent a wonderful week with Jack at the beach, and now his son was off to spend three weeks with the Brooks family. The summer seemed to be going by so fast, and he knew he would miss the sun-soaked days of building sandcastles and teaching Jack to swim. School would be starting again in just over a month, and it would be back to the grind.

His thoughts turned back to the woman who had been occupying his stray thoughts for months now. Penelope Garcia had been haunting him, at night she could almost hear her breathy moans and feel her plump breasts glide across his chest. During the day, he found himself measuring the other women at the beach against her, and come up wanting. He had never been with a larger woman before her, but found the trimmer women to be too bony, too fragile. He loved rough sex, and she could make him explode; her inner walls squeezing his cock so tightly during orgasm, he could barely stand it.

He needed to get back to her, needed to reclaim her after she had spent a week with David fucking Rossi. In a text earlier in the week, Dave had hinted that they were working at training her ass, and he was practically giddy at the thought of sinking into her. Still, she had been spending all week being showered with romance. Now it was his turn to show her who was in charge.

He skipped the exit to his house, and headed for Rossi’s. She would be there, and in twenty minutes he would be balls deep in her, making her moan. He stepped on the gas. Soon.

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When they heard the car pull into the driveway, Garcia and Rossi were in the kitchen, cooking. They had both agreed that Hotch would most likely be so needy that he wouldn’t bother with much foreplay. David hoped he would make at least make a token effort at it. He had to come to terms with the fact that Aaron was going to be having sex with his Kitten in his home. Not in his bed, though. It had been Garcia who made that decision. The bed was for the two of them, and he grinned at the thrill it sent down his spine when he had heard her proclamation.

The door slammed, and the two looked up. Aaron hadn’t been due in until later that evening; he must have broken every speed limit to get there. Well, too bad, Aaron. Now he was going to have to wait until after dinner, David smirked. Maybe that would give him time to slow down a bit and pay attention to the goddess in question. He watched her bit her lip in apprehension. He had never asked about their relationship, but maybe her ought to. She looked nervous.

As the door to the house opened, he heard Garcia’s name called from down the hall. David had half a mind to go down there and remind him that he was not a teenager, and needed to calm himself down. Instead, he reached for her hand and squeezed it, before turning her around and kissing her deeply. He pulled her close and tried to will the tension out of her. Oh yes, he would be having a long conversation with the section chief. He felt her relax, and pulled away just in time to hear footfalls coming down the hall.

“Penelope.”

He said the name gruffly, and Rossi was certain he saw the man stiffen when she moved from his arms toward Aaron. The section chief was already hard, that much was painfully clear through his jeans. He was obviously in agony, but to his credit when she approached him, he leaned forward and kissed her gently at first, before pinning her against the wall.

“Aaron, dinner will be in thirty minutes. She hasn’t eaten all day.” He turned away and went back to the stove. This was a bit more painful to watch than he had expected.

Garcia’s mind was going a million miles an hour as she responded to Aaron’s kiss. She had missed the strength with which Aaron fucked; the power that sizzled through their connection. She saw raw need when she looked into his dark eyes, and knew he was desperate. He needed a release, quickly. Then he could get better control of himself. It sent a thrill of power down her spine that she could make the ever stoic Aaron Hotchner come undone.

She led him to the living room and pushed him gently onto the sofa. He wasn’t going to last long, she knew. But she needed some sort of foreplay to ready herself for him at all. He grinned at her as she reached for his zipper. She released him from his boxers, and looked at him in alarm.

“All day. I’ve been fucking hard all day, baby.” He leaned back on the sofa. “Suck me. Please”, he added as an afterthought. She grinned and knelt before him.

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From the kitchen, Rossi snorted as he heard Aaron shout his release. How embarrassing-it took less than five minutes. Obviously, Aaron hadn’t bothered with the first rule of sex-if you are afraid you’ll be too quick on the trigger, shoot the gun beforehand so you can make a better showing when you get in the moment. Idiot.

David pulled out plates and wine glasses, contemplating his next move. There was no way he was going to let Aaron fuck up this thing with his impatience. How odd that a man known for his self-control at work seemed to have so little in his private life. If Aaron persisted in treating his Kitten poorly, Dave would just take her. It was obvious to him that she preferred his touch to the younger man’s. Still, she seemed to get something from Hotch that filled a need inside her. It would behoove them both to treat her like the goddess she was.

The pair came out to the kitchen; Aaron flushed and obviously mortified. Dave looked at him and smirked as he saw the younger man’s expression darken. Aaron scowled as he slipped his arm around her waist and kissed her neck. She blushed and looked at Dave uncomfortably. She was so innocent.

“Dinner is almost ready, kitten. You mentioned a bath earlier; did you want to take a quick one now? I need to have a word with Aaron.” She nodded and pulled out of Aaron’s arms before going upstairs. She looked worried, but she tried to paint on a smile as she went.

“What the fuck, Dave? Dinner?” Aaron jerked his hand through his short hair irritably.

“We didn’t expect you to be here for another couple of hours. And before you ask, yes she has been staying with me this past week.” David took the sauce off the stove, and poured it in a bowl. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the younger man bristled.

“Well, that needs to stop; I am not coming over here to ask your permission to be with her. I’ll help her take her things back tonight.”

“You’ll need to ask her if she wants to go. She sleeps better when someone’s holding her. I found her last Saturday with low blood sugar and borderline unconscious. She isn’t taking care of herself, and you don’t seem to give a damn as long as you can fuck her at will. So, she can stay here where someone will look after her the way she deserves.”

“Dave, you make me sound like an animal. I care for her, of course. I just don’t need any emotional entanglements right now. She knew that when we got together. For god sakes, you sound like a parent!”

“Aaron, this whole arrangement is new for her. She’s not used to being intimate with someone without an emotional attachment. She has an emotional attachment to you, but you just ignore her unless you want to scratch an itch. I’m not saying that you need to declare your love for her or anything, but for the love of god, at least treat her well when you’re with her. She’s fragile right now; you don’t want to break her the way you did…” he stopped.

“I never broke…her. Aaron snarled. “She just couldn’t deal with the whole situation. She went and married Will, and then she came back to me, begging me to have her.”

“Yes, because she had Will to give her the love she craves and meets her needs emotionally. Then she could handle you. I’m not saying that you don’t meet some need Penelope has, obviously you do. But she needs someone to give her the stability and adoration that she needs. I’m not going to step aside this time and let you destroy her self-worth, to the point where we lose another person from the BAU-even if it was just temporary. If she wants to stay here, then she stays here. I don’t care where you have sex, but you will not treat her like she’s some sort of whore. Do you understand? Surely, you remember some elements of seduction.” Dave’s expression was grim.

Aaron glared and turned away. He stormed out of the room, but came back moments later. His voice was softer, more calm, as though he had made a decision.

“Dave, I’ll be back in a few hours. I just need to take the edge off right now. Are you okay with a bit of sharing when I get back? If Penelope agrees of course.”

“Yeah, that should be good. I’ll talk to her about it over dinner. She’s nervous but excited; and she should be ready for you to claim her if we can get her properly relaxed.” He held out the bait, he knew Aaron would bite.

Aaron took the bait, grinning as he moved toward the door. “You work fast, old man.”

“She wanted to try; believe it or not she wants to please you. She just needs incentive, you know.”

Aaron looked at the ground, before meeting Dave’s eyes. “You know I can’t be what she needs right now.”

“Then be what she craves; as a profiler, that shouldn’t be hard to figure out Aaron.”

The younger man nodded and left. Rossi could see him on his phone before he had gotten out of the driveway. He shook his head, and looked upstairs.

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JJ cried out as she almost collapsed onto the dining room table, Aaron already inside her and pounding into her depths. Will was working tonight, and Henry was on a play date with a friend. She had planned to get things caught up around the house and maybe watch some TV. The last thing she had expected was an agitated section chief at her door. They had barely spoken; she knew what he was there for.

Will was her husband and a very accomplished lover, creative and very satisfying. She never imagined she would ever need to go anywhere else. Well, except for Aaron.

Aaron Hotchner was an absolute addiction. She craved his thick cock slamming into her, needed his body melded to her, the scent of his skin headier than any drug on the market. He fucked like a wild animal and took what he needed without giving a damn about poaching on another man. He was simultaneously in control in the way that he led his life and completely out of control in the way that he needed to dominate her. He had always been a control freak, but the Foyet case had brought out a dark side she didn’t think he recognized in himself.

He picked her up and pulled out of her, just long enough to turn her to face him and put her back against the wall. Then he as in her again, and she was lost as her body took over her ability to think.

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Three hours later, Aaron pulled in to the Rossi Estate. He had gone home to shower and felt much more in control after visiting JJ. On the way home, he had replayed his conversation with Rossi over and over. Despite his general feeling of irritation with the older man at the moment, he had to admit that Dave had a point.

It was true that he hadn’t been as gentle with Garcia as he should have been. She was a good woman and a good friend; she deserved to be made happy. He had intended to go slow with her several times, but when he caught her scent and her red tinted lips, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. She liked it rough, he knew that from how hard she came each and every time they were together. Still, she had always been a romantic, and he certainly wasn’t meeting that need. Clearly, Rossi was pulling out all the stops to please her, and she had obviously responded. He remembered the look of anxiety on her lovely face as she moved out of Rossi’s arms.

A flare of jealousy sizzled up his spine. Dave was the one sleeping with her, the one she went to for comfort, and the one she had entrusted with her body when this whole thing began. For god sakes, the man had three divorces behind him-at least Aaron had been able to hang on to Haley for a while. Dave Rossi may be the Italian Stallion, but Aaron had been raised as a southern gentleman. He could romance the hell out of her if that’s what she wanted. He had to admit that the thought of seducing the feisty analyst had allure. At that moment, he decided that he would have Garcia seeking HIM out for comfort, seek HIM out to sleep in his arms. Let Dave feel like a third wheel for a change.

He let himself in through the unlocked front door and followed feminine giggles to a room in the back that looked like an Italian villa-all murals and chandeliers. As he walked in, he grinned at the sight of Rossi taking pictures of his goddess. Discarded bustiers and tap pants lay on a chair, and she was now clad in an emerald green demi-cup bra that displayed her ample breasts like soft, plump pillows. She was reclining back on a chaise lounge covered in velvet, her milky white skin glowing against the dark fabric. A lace bikini barely covered the essentials, and Aaron felt himself responding to the erotic sight.

“Welcome back, Aaron.” Garcia purred the words as she moved into a kneeling position and pursed her lips at the camera. Rossi grinned and set the camera aside.

“Enough pictures for now, kitten.” He gestured for Aaron to sit in a nearby chair. Garcia climbed off the chaise and went to pick up her old red silk robe. After belting it, she turned to smile at them.

“Dave told me I looked like a pin up from the 50’s. We decided to take a few pin up style photos, just for fun.” She slipped on her bright green glasses, and smiled. “Thank god it is you. I’m so blind without my glasses on.” She plopped down on the sofa next to Dave.

The two men’s eyes met. There was a silent agreement between the two, and Rossi reached behind him for a box he had slipped onto the table at the beginning of the photo shoot.

“Come on, kitten Let’s make you purr.”

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