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Windmills of my Mind

After returning from their weekend away JJ put the ring in the drawer of her bedside table. She couldn't put her thoughts away so easily. It was a long week, mostly spent in Idaho where an arsonist was burning down churches; they'd caught him, bot not before the death toll hit five. Most of her focus had been on the case, but in those few moments she could call her own her thoughts were on the ring and the answer that Dave was waiting for. He didn't mention it, but she could tell from the small looks and more distracted than usual behavior that it was heavy on his mind.

Dave had stayed late, working on reports that had piled up on his desk while they were gone. JJ had relieved the nanny and taken henry over to Garcia's for the night; she wanted some time alone with Dave. She'd started a pot roast in the crock pot that morning, and opened a bottle of wine so it could breathe; just because she couldn't drink any didn't mean that he should be denied the pleasure. There wasn't much else to do. JJ sat on the couch, but it had been a very long week and pretty soon sitting turned into laying down and 'resting' her eyes turned into a nap.

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He couldn't move his hands, but he still had use of his legs. His left one came up to stroke her calf, his right one tangling around her, ensnaring her as much as that was possible. She could get away easily if she wanted. He lingered in the kiss as long as possible.

"Gonna keep me waiting?"

"Yup. Pretty much planning on testing your patience." She stretched a little to brush her lips against the inside of one of his wrists, just below the metal of the handcuffs. She teased the skin with the tip of her tongue, just as she teased him with the side of her breast brushing against his face.

That would be where the begging part came in, then. He suspected that as soon as he turned his head to take her nipple into his mouth, she'd pull away. But he wasn't the kind of man who wouldn't at least try; so he did, turning to get at the soft flesh.

She let him suck on her nipple for a minute - this was about her as well as him - but before he could get too comfortable she pulled away. This time she got off the bed completely, leaving the room and leaving him to wonder.

A minute later she returned with a can of whipped cream in her hand.

God, she looked good. Naked before him, with a can of whipped cream. He whistled lowly, smiling appreciatively at her as she approached him.

"You are so beautiful."

"You're just saying that because I have the keys to the handcuffs." JJ laughed as she walked towards the bed, shaking the can of whipped cream as she went.

She'd gotten a little better about reacting to him when he complimented her appearance, but she still deflected it before her mind could allow her to absorb the words as truth. He'd never stop saying it, though, because it would always be true.

"You could keep me tied up here all night if it meant I got to look at you."

"You might want to be careful what you say, Dave. I might just sit her on the edge of the bed and let you watch me while I eat this whole can of whipped cream." She squirted a little on the inside of her arm and made a show of slowly lapping it up.

"Or I might really take you at your word and let you just watching while I take care of myself." She sat back down on the bed, legs spread, her meaning blatantly obvious. She wondered just how long he would last, a show like that, without begging. The one time she'd stood in the doorway to the bathroom in nothing but see through lace and touched herself between the legs, teasing him, he'd been across the room in seconds. He'd taken her right there against the wall before she'd even caught her breath. She still caught herself fantasizing about that night.

He shouldn't have been so surprised at how utterly devious she could be, but she had certainly reached a new level tonight. Watching her lick whipped cream off her own skin, and then pleasure herself while he was physically unable to do so was surely going to drive him mad. Which was her intention.

"That would feel better if I was doing it," he asserted. Sure, he sounded full of himself, but that shouldn't surprise her. And they both knew how much she enjoyed having his hands and lips all over her body.

JJ cocked her head to her side, thinking for a minute. It was true that few things in life felt as good as having him inside her, but right now she was also feeling empowered by knowing that he wanted to to things to her that he couldn't unless she chose for them to happen. She looked down at her nipple, touching it lightly with one finger, teasing it until it hardened.

"I can feel your eyes on me. It's like static electricity, feeling your gaze on my skin, feeling how much you wish that my fingers were your fingers, and that you were the one touching me right now. It's like the feeling I get at the base of my neck, right before I turn around and find you looking at me, but a hundred times stronger." The look, more than the touch of her own finger, was turning her on.

Anyone who spent a fair amount of time with David Rossi knew that he could be a man of few words sometimes; his facial expressions could be equally stoic, leaving it difficult to interpret what he was thinking, until you looked at his eyes, really looked into them. He could break the resolve of the hardest criminal with those eyes, he'd charmed countless women with those eyes, he brought warmth and comfort and reassurance to people with just those eyes, even when he said nothing. Those eyes were as intense as the summer sun at the height of the afternoon.

What those eyes said now was that he wanted her more than he could ever remember wanting anything. He'd always want her, always love her.

All of his emotions were concentrated in those two dark pupils, staring right at her. She was the sole focus of every emotion in his heart right now.

"I need you," he finally said, his voice thick and certain.

Three words, and all thoughts to teasing him until he begged were gone. As fun as it was all the teasing in general was gone when he looked at her like that. There were times when the look in his eyes could make her do anything, because she wanted to hold onto the feeling she had when he looked at her like that. it was like the whole world could be incinerated and he wouldn't care as long as he could look at her.

No one had ever looked at her like that before. The first time she'd seen that expression in his eyes she had, quite literally, walked into a wall.

"You have me. Forever." She caressed both of his cheeks, kissing his lips gently as she straddled him, feeling the physical proof of his need hard against her belly.

"Jen," he moaned her name like he was giving confession, and this was his last hope for salvation. It wasn't far from the truth, in some ways. Years ago, when they'd first started seeing each other, he'd worried about how this could work, worried about all of his baggage and scars, the damage that had been done by past loves, and how it had broken him. But now, with her straddling him, telling him he had her, he'd never believed anything more.

"I love you," he whispered, bucking his hips a little.

"I never knew how much that could mean." She slid her hand down his chest, past his naval, finding his erection and stroking it once before guiding him to her entrance. With her eyes closed she could feel him, stretching her as she teased the both of him. It wasn't enough.

"I want to feel all of you, now. Fill me completely." She spread her legs a little wider, but gave him the control this time.

"Always," he swore, doing just as she'd asked. He canted his hips, pushing further into her. His legs wove through hers, keeping her tethered to him as he filled her. Nothing had ever felt as good as this, nothing ever would. He'd made love in his life, he had a reputation for a reason, but this feeling was unrivaled. He'd never in his life felt as connected to another person as he did with JJ.

Her attention had been so hyper focused on him that she hadn't realized just how aroused she was, her nerves screaming as her body stretched to accommodate him.

"Fuck," she moaned, so low that it was barely audible. Already a tremor swept through her body, catching her breath.

His hip jerked up, applying more pressure, then sunk down, then jerked up again. Oftentimes, that worked best for her: generating friction, pulling back, then generating more friction. He knew he was close to the edge, but he kept his eyes open, wanting to watch every single moment of her pleasure.

"What do you need, baby? Harder, faster?" He knew what she needed, but he liked hearing the words sometimes, hearing her tell him how much she needed him, too.

"Not yet." She shook her head, not wanting this to be over too quickly. She took a deep breath and tried to think about something other then how good he felt inside of her and how much pleasure he was about to cause. "I want to savor this precipice."

If she wanted to savor it, he'd have to stay relatively still. He could feel how close he was, and imagined she was nearing the edge herself. Any more thrusts or movements would just bring them that much closer.

His hands involuntarily jerked in the cuffs again, forgetting for a brief moment that he couldn't reach up and touch her.

"We can stay here as long as you want," he swore.

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