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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 9: Sultans of Swing
Music: Sultan of Swing-Dire Straits

Garcia tried not to blush as she watched Aaron rise from his chair. His eyes were full of hunger, and she suddenly felt a frisson of cowardice run through her. She wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, and was surprised when he knelt before her and captured her lips in a kiss. She could feel Rossi behind her, pulling her back into his arms. They broke apart, and she saw Aaron grin as he looked at Dave. She turned to see him holding one of those eye masks actresses in the old movies used to wear. She had one she used on occasion, but it certainly wasn’t black silk. Dave wiggled out from behind her and took her hand to help her stand. She teetered on her heels over to a black leather Barcelona lounge. It was essentially like a twin mattress, but with a leather bolster for her head. She was coaxed into lying down on the mattress, and she looked up to see her two lovers standing over her, need written over their faces. Suddenly, she felt incredibly powerful.

“Are you sure, kitten?” Dave asked. She nodded and allowed the mask to slip over her eyes. She could see no light coming out from the sides of the mask, and giggled.

“Can I touch?” she asked, reaching out into empty air. She heard Aaron chuckle,

“Baby, We WANT you to touch.” As she lay there, she felt a pair of jeans thrown across her wait. Moments later, she could feel a second pair of jeans, then a collared shirt and another soft shirt she assumed was Aaron’s fall over her legs. They were stripping, she realized.

“Hey, no fair! I want to see you two get naked.” She reached for her mask.

“Kitten, if you touch that mask, I’m going to spank you. Leave it alone.” She complied, pouting.

“So eager; I am constantly amazed how wet and ready she can get so quickly.” Aaron’s voice rumbled closer to her, and she reached out to brush her fingers across skin-his arm, she thought.

“And when she comes, she is so glorious when she surrenders to the pleasure.” Rossi was moving, she could tell, and she giggled again as he ran a finger down her side. This was really going to happen; there was no backing out now. She was glad for the mask; it kept her from having to look at the two of them and worrying about what the other thought. Without her sight, it was all sensation.

Then they touched her, and she was lost in the moment.

From time to time, she was aware of Rossi’s beard scraping against her bare skin, or Hotch nipping at her breast or her inner thigh. She felt her heels removed, and then her thigh high stockings slip down her legs with a whisper. Kisses were pressed into her insteps and she felt a pair of tongues glide up her legs. She could feel her panties moisten even more, and she cried out as teeth sunk playfully into where her leg met her body.

“That’s it, baby. Talk to us, tell us how badly you want us.” She couldn’t register in her daze who had spoken, but then her panties were being pulled off, and she heard a hiss as her sex was revealed. She had completely removed her pubic hair, and it was apparently met with approval from both men. She felt Dave spread her legs and lift her hips as she felt his tongue flick against her bare and sensitive skin.

She lost it. All her modesty, her inhibitions were cast aside as she felt her clit be scraped with teeth and tongue. She bucked her hips, and coaxed him, begged him as she felt her juices running down her leg. She was so needy, so alive she could barely stand it. Aaron was removing her bra, and attacking her breasts with bites and caresses. She reached out blindly for him, managing after a moment to wrap her hand around his cock. He shouted as she started to jack him off, applying the tight pressure she knew he loved. He hissed and bent over her to kiss her, devouring her mouth and squeezing her breasts.

Then Rossi slipped a finger into her to tease her clit, and she exploded. She cried out, shaking and seemed to lose her concept of space and time. She was floating and regretted letting go of Aaron’s cock as she rode the wave of pleasure. She heard some words, and then she felt silky hair replace Rossi at her pussy and felt Hotch begin his relentless torment.

When she tried to piece it together later, she couldn’t remember when she had taken Rossi into her mouth, or when she had sucked off Aaron as Dave fucked her with abandon. She had a vague memory of Dave howling with triumph as he spurted into her grasping channel and of mouth fucking him as Hotch slid into her ass, crying out with pleasure. She didn’t seem to come to her senses until what felt like hours later, her entire body sore and well used, semen drying on her skin and dripping out of her. She reached up to pull off the mask, the two men were panting, sweat slick faces were reddened and exhausted.

“Wow.” She said, her mind unable to come up with any other words to describe the experience. They all laughed, and she saw Hotch lift his head to look at her with an expression she could not begin to describe.

“That was the most fucking amazing experience I have ever had in my life.” His voice was hoarse and he kissed her on the throat. Dave voiced his agreement.

“Are you okay, kitten? I think you blacked out a bit there at the end.” She nodded.

“So, you might be agreeable to doing this again, baby? Not right now, obviously, but soon?” Hotch seemed to almost be begging.

“Absolutely. I haven’t had you both in me at the same time; I might like that.” She yawned as she rolled over, content to just sleep where she was.

“You will love that, kitten. We just can’t do this in the field, because I think we were all screaming at one point or another. You know some dirty words, my love.” He kissed her, and she giggled.

“I honestly don’t remember it. I was too caught up in the pleasure, I guess.” Her voice softened, and she whispered her next words, insecurity forcing her to ask, “Was I good? I mean, was I what you needed?”

“Baby, if you were any more what we needed we would have had a heart attacks. Especially Dave, since he’s older.” Aaron rushed to reassure her. “Were we what you needed?”

She nodded. She pulled them both to her, and sighed. “I have absolutely no energy, but I need to get up and take a shower. Everything is sore and sticky. Even my hair”, she remarked with some confusion. Muffled laughs made her reach out and smack them.

“Baby, do you want to come home with me? I want to hold you, and I can’t do that here on this tiny lounge.” Aaron didn’t miss Dave’s glare over their goddess, but he reluctantly nodded his head. She opened her eyes and struggled to a sitting position. The two men helped her stand and led her to the first floor shower.

“Okay, but I actually need to get a little sleep. We have work tomorrow, as you may recall.”

“Of course”, Aaron agreed. “If you want to pack for the week, we can invite Dave over on Wednesday if we aren’t in the field. Of course, he and I only live ten minutes away, so you can come here if I have to work late.” He met Dave’s eye in a challenge as she shuffled to the shower.

Oh yes, it was war.
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