So.if you're up for Rossi requests? How about some soft smut? In that reader is trying to be there for Rossi and his broken ass (man has the worst luck with the people he loves dying) and holding him and being soft but it heats up? He needs the softness but also to absolutely take something more?
Really loved the earlier Rossi fic, thank u 💖
In love with the idea of soft!Rossi! He definitely needs some TLC after how much poor guy has endured
SSA David Rossi x BAU!Reader
CW: angst, mentions of death, drinking, makeout, nipple play, oral f!receiving, fingering, p in v, creampie, secret relationship, confessions
a/n: I’m making up another Agent that Rossi had a strong connection with
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Tired.
That barely began to scratch the surface of how you were feeling. After a grueling month long case filled with more gore and fear than your standard killer, you abruptly returned to your home state. Greeted with the news that a retired Agent at the BAU had passed away. Someone every member of your team had become acquainted with over the years.
But especially Rossi.
He and the late Agent had known each other since their first days as BAU members. Hints of a romantic past that Rossi refused to mention often. But you could see it in his eyes when they would stop by to grab lunch with him. Forcing yourself to hide the jealousy that pooled in your stomach when Rossi’s hand would meet the small of their back. Loving to see his eyes brighten when they entered the room. Wishing you were the one causing his expression.
All of that seemed so trivial now.
You stood with your hands folded over your front. Button-up and black pants, similar to what you wore to work. Cool breeze flowing against your skin as you were surrounded by other FBI Agents. Standing with your own team. Scanning to see more teary eyes than not. Shoulders shuddering with sobs. Realizing you were not as acquainted with everyone as you had previously thought. Heartbroken to see so many people mourn. Somber horns playing as you watched the casket lower into the ground.
Moments like this reminded you of your humanity. Seeing people lose their lives so often caused you to disconnect the fact that they were really people sometimes. Easier to handle the job when you treated each case as just that. A case.
Centered between Emily and Rossi. His eyes bloodshot and puffy from the tears that stained his cheeks. Brows flat against his eyes, hoofed as they watched his dear friend disappear into the ground. Lips barely parted to allow himself to breathe quieter.
Seeing him like this had your chest tightening. Taking his hand in yours. Giving him a squeeze to acknowledge you were there for him. His brown eyes looked over at you for a moment. Closed lipped smile greeting your eyes. Warming your chest.
Being dismissed by the priest shortly after. Preparing to leave the burial, when you see Rossi’s hand go up to the bridge of his nose. Pinching the wrinkled skin and letting himself truly unfold. Shoulders rutting as sobs flowed through him. Shifting with fingers still intertwined with yours, pulling Rossi into a hug. Each member of your team followed. Hotch was on the other side of Rossi, easily wrapping his arms around the two of you. Emily and Penelope nestling in at your sides. J.J. and Morgan behind Hotch. Reid awkwardly joined from the outside, never being one for physical touch.
Reminding Rossi that you all were his family. Knowing how hard of a loss this had been for him. Giving him the support system he needed in order to allow himself to grieve. Covering him in a veil of love. Allowing this moment to pass.
One by one, you all pulled away. Until it was only you and Rossi still tangled in a tight hug. Fingers laced together and arms holding one another. Stepping back when you realized. Face flushed as his cologne filled your nose. Darting your vision between his eyes. Glossy with tears that had stopped flowing. Sniffling away that feeling.
Hotch’s hand firmly planted itself on Rossi’s shoulder. Meeting his friend’s gaze as Hotch gave him a closed mouth smile. “We’re all here for you, Dave,” Hotch’s stern tone softened.
“Is there anything we can do?” Emily stepped forward.
You paced backward. Deciding to let everyone else have their chance to speak with him. Standing next to Reid. Someone who you had more in common with than most of your colleagues. Being younger and joining around the same time.
“Did you know them well?”
“We met ten or fifteen times. I never had a long enough conversation with them to get the chance,” Reid shrugged. Both of you watching the group huddle together and attempt to make Rossi smile.
“Yeah, me neither. They were definitely important to Rossi,” you sighed. Hand coming up to rub the back of your neck as you looked down at the grass of the cemetery. Noticing how the grass was coming back to life as the Spring months approached. Dry dirt patching its way along the ground. Soon to be fully covered in the beautiful greenery.
Looking up to see Rossi’s cheeks glowing. Still red from crying. Yet to allow himself a smile. Tightly knitted lips fighting as his soft eyes blinked away the tears. J.J. was telling him a story that you could not exactly hear. His eyes wondered to you.
As if time froze. Warm eyes reflecting with the sunlight that beamed through the small clouds. Corner of his mouth upturning if only slightly. Causing you to return the expression. Smiling wider than you normally did. The warmth of his eyes melting over your skin. Feeling a relief you had not known you were needing.
Walking over to rejoin the group. Seeing his expression flatten out again. A deep sorrow behind his eyes. Apparent on his demeanor. Not standing as confidently as he usually did.
“I don’t want to keep you all here because you feel bad for me,” Rossi’s tone joked as he waved his hands up.
“We’re here because we all care about you, Dave,” Morgan spoke with his arms folded over his chest.
“Oh— come on, you all have more important places to spend the rest of your days off. Families to see. Bars to explore. Go. Go!” Rossi fanned all of you away. Clearly needing some time to himself. Everyone had their goodbyes. Striding off to their vehicles. You and Rossi being the only two remaining members.
You stood silently behind him. Mouth agape as you tried to find some kind of comfort to give him. Feeling foolish for the butterflies flapping around your stomach. Swallowing the lump in your throat and beginning to place your hand on his shoulder. Jerking back quickly when he turned around to look at you.
“I appreciate that you stayed. I know you didn’t know them well,” Rossi’s big sad eyes looked into yours.
“Of course, Rossi. We’re all a team,” you said as you awkwardly stroked your own arm. Eyes darting away from his gaze.
“You don’t have to stay just because I’m here,” Rossi cocked a brow at you.
“R-Right,” you turned on your heal. Guess you had been waiting for his permission deep down. Lifting your hand in a goodbye, “I’m always here if you need me.”
You began towards your car. Beating yourself up slightly for not saying more. Reminding yourself that it was okay to not always say or do the right thing. Keeping peace was important especially in a time of mourning.
Deciding to spend your evening at home. Finally catching up on some TV series you had been way too busy to watch. Lounging on your couch, half-mindedly doing a small puzzle on the coffee table in front of you. Covered in a blanket wearing your most comfortable pajamas. Truly, having a lazy day. Something that the BAU was never kind enough to grant you.
Relaxing yourself to the point of dozing off.
Jolting awake when a desperate knock called from your door. Blinking awake from the odd position you had fallen asleep in. Stale drool stuck to your cheek. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, not seeing any sunlight coming in through your blinds.
Walking over to the door and looking through the peephole.
Rossi.
Opening the door quickly. Seeing his eyes puffy and strained. Slouched forward with defeated shoulders. Still in the same clothes from the funeral.
“Dave? Are you okay?”
Large sad eyes met yours. Faking a quick smile as he held up a bag, “Brought you some dinner. Was hoping you’d want to eat with me?”
You smiled, stepping back and allowing him inside. Assuming he was cooking to distract himself. A strategy that could only work for so long before the grief would find its way back in. Following behind him into your shared kitchen and dining room. “Sorry if you tried to call. I was asleep,” you softly admitted still rubbing your eyes to clarity.
“I didn’t. Just thought I’d swing by,” Rossi said as he pulled out a chair for you. Helping push you forward as he began plating the food in front of you. Bringing his own plates and silverware and all. Aromatic spices filling your nostrils. Your stomach growled with how good it all smelt. Pulling out a bottle of wine and two glasses as well. Rather intimate for both of you. Rossi really had pulled out all the stops for you. A soft sense of guilt churning in your stomach. He was grieving, yet serving you dinner. Something about it seemed wrong.
“Can I help—“
“No, dear. Just let me do this for you,” Rossi’s voice was soft. Like how a lover would speak to you. Blushing when his olive eyes met yours. Accepting that as your answer.
He wanted to do this.
Removing his suit jacket and folding it over the back of one of the chairs. Taking the seat directly beside you. Angling himself so that he could look at you. You silently stared at each other, mouths closed with knowing smiles tugging at your lips. Taking a bite and practically melting into your chair at the vibrant flavors. Forgetting how hungry you were.
“Dave, this is so good,” you said as you swallowed. Earning a smile from him. Softly chatting as you ate your food. Sipping some of the most elegant wine that paired with the dish perfectly. Feeling like you were fine dining, even in your lounge clothes. Almost like you were on a date.
Pushing that away. Knowing this was just a kind gesture. You had told him you would be there if he needed anything. This was his way of needing you.
You helped clean up the table, much to Rossi’s dismay. Trying his hardest to do it all alone, bumping hips with you as you scrambled to the sink. Giggling when he whispered in your ear about letting him treat you like a lady. One of his hands hung on your waist for a moment when he put the last dish in the sink. Walking over to the dining table to pour himself another glass of wine, “Care for another?”
You joined him, happily taking the glass with a smile. Swirling it around before taking a long drawl. Fermentation perfectly filling your senses. And you swear Rossi has never looked more beautiful than he does right now. Hooded eyes looking so tenderly into yours. Leaned back against your island. Lips plump as they sipped the wine.
“Thank you so much for everything,” you said, leaning to rest your arms crossed along the countertop. Glass sat before you, fingers fidgeting with the neck, “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
There was a beat of silence. Tension in the room a little thicker at your admission. Rossi cleared his throat, “Truth is… I really needed your company, Y/N. The funeral just… it wasn’t easy.”
You side-eyed him. Watching how his posture slumped. Smile morphing into a frown as his brows knitted together. Hand running down his face, pinching on his cheeks as it covered his mouth. And you felt awful. Seeing him like this made your stomach tighten.
Slowly, you rose back. Tucking your arms under his and resting your chin on his shoulder. Fingers lacing together below his shoulder blades. Holding him closely. Wanting him to feel comfort in you. Your hearts pressed together. Soothing rhythms bleeding together. Large palms rested along your spine, one at the small of your back and the other higher. Nestling himself into the crook of your neck. Eyes falling shut as he breathed deeply. Encapsulated in the warmth between your arms.
“I’m here,” sweetly fell from your lips. Voice hushed, too worried about scaring him away. Soft sobs were poured into your skin. Fingertips digging into your skin as if afraid you would be ripped away from him. Adoring the way his cologne filled your nose. Musky and expensive smelling.
“My sweet Y/N,” he whispered into you, “Always too good to me. I adore you.” Compliments washing over you. Flooding in your core. His claim on you and how desperate he sounded had you seeing stars.
Naturally, pulling away from one another. Still standing close together, eyes locked into the other. Both your faces flushed and smiling. Fluttering your lashes up to him. A certain kind of twinkle in his eyes that made you want to hug him again. Rossi’s back straightened with newfound joy. Reaching back for his wine glass, finishing up what he had left.
Thick hand coming up and cupping your cheek. Leaning in to place a gentle kiss to your lips. Silently shocked by his action. Draping your arms around his neck, pressing your fronts flush together. Sitting down his wine glass so that his other hand could grasp your ass. Firmly holding your figure against his. Tasting decadent along your lips. His tongue timidly swiping along your bottom lip. Fingers tangling into his dark locks as you deepened your kiss.
“If you don’t want to do this—“
“Use me however you need, David,” you sighed. Breathless between kisses. Not caring that this was only a distraction. Happy to have his hands on your body. To have him craving you in his darkest hour. To be called his.
His large hands roamed your body. Grasping at your chest. Lack of padding leaving little to his imagination. His tongue explored your mouth as his fingertips rolled your nipple. Moaning in response.
“Where’s your bedroom, pretty girl?”
You huffed. Wrapping your hand around his wrist and leading him down the halls to your closed bedroom. Opening the door to a messy floor and unmade bed. Not prepared for guests, let alone ones that would see your private space.
“Sorry, it’s a mess,” you awkwardly apologized.
“I don’t care,” Rossi’s hands were on the sides of your face again, leading you backward into the room. Kicking your door closed behind him. Guiding you until you lay flat on the mattress, “I just want to do this properly.”
Referring to the mattress. Instead of feeling like a casual hookup by fucking you over the kitchen table. There was always next time. His lips traveled down to your throat, gently pecking kisses along it. Scruff tickling your jugular. His hands forced your top up to reveal your bare breasts. Pebbling with the cold air hitting them. His lips taking one between them, sucking the bulb. You clawed into his back. Soft fabric of his dress shirt stopping any pain. His name a low moan on your lips. Trailing down your stomach to kiss right above your waistband. Guiding the soft fabric down your legs and dropping them to the floor. Pink panties with a rose on the front was all that was left. Planting a kiss onto your clothed core. Sending chills down every inch of your skin.
Your fingers tangled in his hair for a moment. Eyes scrunching shut when he began sucking on your clothed pussy. Tongue straining against the fabric. Sloppily wetting it and tasting your arousal. “Mmmmm. Can I have you as my dessert?” Rossi’s eyes were blown with lust. Taking full control over the situation at hand. And you loved it. His demanding nature and natural power. Had you aching for any contact he would give you.
“Please, Dave,” you breathed out helplessly.
“Since you asked me so nicely, I suppose,” he teased. Pushing your panties to the side and revealing your swollen cunt. Begging for any attention it could receive. Beautifully soaking with desire for him. Entry pulsating when his breath fanned over it. Licking a stripe up your slit. Your hips raised as you called out to him.
You had not been touched in so long. Work was the most important thing to you. So dating was off the table. You did not have time for the nonsense. Just needing someone who knew what they wanted, and understood how to give you what you did. And Rossi was here. Nose nudging your clit as he lapped into you like it was his last meal. Humming in satisfaction at your taste along his tongue.
“Amore,” Rossi purred, “You taste as good as the finest wine.”
Your heart was pounding. Knot in your stomach tightening with each swipe of tongue. If he continued, you would be unraveling soon enough. Sliding two fingers into you as he continued to suck your throbbing nub. You whined and halfheartedly screamed. Losing yourself to his touch. Squelching sound filling the room.
Fingers curled inside you having your head growing fuzzy. Breath tightening in your throat as you whimpered. Becoming a babbling mess as he massaged your insides perfectly. Coaxing you closer and closer to the edge.
“Dave, I’m so close,” you whined as your nails dug into the sheets below you.
“Cum for me. I want it,” his voice vibrated your cunt. Your eyes forced shut and your hands clawed at his hair. Walls convulsing around his fingers. He continued lapping into you, the taste of your orgasm delicious along his tongue. His name a repetitive chant from your lips. Legs shaking and sweat glistening down your body.
Rossi kissed back up your body. Gentle gestures making you feel so special. His lips praising every inch of your body. “Sweet Y/N,” he cooed. Planting his lips to yours. Your half limp limbs reaching up to him.
“Can I have you?” voice low as he asked. Knowing your mind was hazy. Wanting to make sure you could handle him nestled between your legs once more.
“Yes,” you breathlessly said.
David kissed you again. Smiling widely. Shedding his dress pants and shirt onto the floor. Outline of his cock pressed against his boxer-briefs. Quickly discarding your sopping panties and throwing them into the floor. Showing him how truly ready you were.
His thumbs rimmed the band of his underwear. Slowly pulling them down and revealing himself to you. Your mouth watered at the curve of his shaft.
David held himself by the base, lining up with your already sensitive entrance. Causing you to jump when his tip pressed against your folds. You wide eyed him, awkwardly laughing off your action. Mumbling an apology.
“I’ve got you, dear,” David cooed, “I’ll take it as slow as you need.”
And your heart sang. He was so considerate and sweet. Not a selfish bone in his body, that you could believe. David Rossi was a giver.
David began a steady pace. Almost agonizing for a moment. Until he allowed himself to want more. His hips began snapping into you. Cock throbbing as your walls convulsed around him. Knowing it would not take very long for him to cum. But wanting to make it as perfect for you as possible.
The heels of your feed dug deeply into his lower back. Legs locked around his hips. Allowing an angle that got him much deeper inside you. His balls smacked against your ass with each thrust. David huffed and grunted above you.
“Let me come in you,” it was almost more of a demand than a question.
You nodded viciously. Nails digging into his back as you held him close. Panting in his ear, lips kissing into his cheek. His name a mantra from your lips. Feeling the way his cock twitched knowing he was about to finish.
David’s hips rutted. Trying to get himself as flush with you as he could. Sticky white cum coated your insides. His load filling you perfectly. Groaning as his body slumped against yours. Planting a gentle kiss on your lips.
“So good,” he muttered. Scooping you over so that he was flat on his back with you on top.
You rested your head against his chest. Palm flat feeling his rapid heart. Thin layer of sweat decorating him. Finger playing with the patch of chest hair between his pecks. Rossi’s arm was wrapped tightly around you. His lips pressed to your head, eyes shutting as he savored this feeling. Comfort beyond comprehension. His hand came up to interlock with yours.
Kissing against your scalp. Breathing in your scent. Beautifully wrapping around his mind. A memory he would refuse to let fade.
“Thank you, Y/N,” Rossi breathed out.
“You don’t have to thank me,” you chuckled. Adjusting to press a kiss to his lips. Thin smile pulling across his lips.
“We can’t… tell anyone,” defeat lacing his words.
“I know,” you admitted.
Reality of the situation washing over you both. Laying its weight on both your bodies. Trying to pry between the sentiments you were sharing. Overwhelmingly becoming a hookup instead of love making.
“I like you, Dave,” you softly spoke into his skin. Burning him. The kind that pulsed against every nerve ending in his body. Not really looking into wife number four. As much as you brought him peace. Easing his aches and worries simply by existing. The way your eyes never judged him, only admired.
You would be worth every worry. Every risky secret. Just to hear you laugh at his chaste kisses or stupid jokes.
“I like you too,” David confessed.
You smiled softly. Hiding your face against his body when your cheeks heated. As if you were a teenager again. Hearing her crush admit he reciprocated for the first time.
“You’re like coming up for air after almost drowning,” David muttered. Your eyes widened at his poetic words. Words bubbling deep inside you. Romance was mostly foreign to you. Hearing him speak to you with so much love had your eyes welling. Knowing you would not cry.
You pushed yourself up to look into his eyes. Darting between his as you tried to read him. Like a Shakespearean story you did not quite understand. Lips parted slightly as you analyzed him. As a profiler, reading people was easy for you. Yet anytime it came to personal matters, you faltered. Unable to believe anyone could feel so strong for you.
Your hand cupped his cheek gently. Thumb circling into the apple that pushed upward when he smiled. “You have my devotion, Dave. You always will,” you whispered. Fearing if you came off too strong, he would run from you. Escape back into his shell and never allow you to see inside him again. Vulnerability was rare in your line of work. Foreign to you both.
David’s hand wrapped around the back of your head, rising to meet your lips halfway. Kissing you with more passion than he ever had. Capturing you in a way that had you falling back into him. Your souls intertwining. Beyond spoken words. Understanding that neither of you would ever voice.
“I’ll always keep you safe, my love,” David whispered.
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[END]
// *PHEW* This one has been in the drafts for quite a while! Thank you for reading, I really love Rossi. As always my inbox is always open. Comments and Reblogs appreciated! //
Heyy! This is my first fanfiction, so pls be nice!! English is not my first language.
word count: 614
warnings: Age gap!!
(nothing else, just fluffiness!)
The café was quiet, tucked off a side street where Rossi liked to stop after long days of writing at his mansion, or even longer days at Quantico. The evening light filtered through tall windows, the place buzzing softly with low conversation and the hiss of an espresso machine. He was halfway through his usual black coffee, the new case files laid out in front of him, when he noticed her.
She was sitting near the corner, her shoulders hunched, laptop open and notebooks scattered around like a mess. Her hair tumbled around her face as she pressed her palms over her eyes in frustration, muttering something incoherent under her breath. Her tea had gone cold an hour ago, her half eaten muffin stale.
Regularly, Rossi wasn’t one to get involved in strangers’ business. Let alone young women’s. But there was something about the way she looked… so young, too young to already look that worn out. That tugged at his heart. That, and the fact that the page she’d been staring at the same page of for 10 minutes.
He shut the file, picked up his cup, and wandered over to her before he could think much more about it.
“You’re about two seconds away from snapping that pencil in half.” he said, his voice carrying a sense of dry humor.
Her head snapped up, beautiful eyes wide. For a moment, she blinked at him, defensive, ready to brush him off as just some creep. But then he gestured at her notes.
“pathognomonic?” he guessed.
Her mouth dropped a little, and a soft chuckle escaped her lips. “How did you know that?”
“My work... Written a few books, talked to a few people. I know the look of someone losing their mind over Latin terminology.” He smiled almost gently, not quite enough to look soft, but enough to disarm. “Mind if I sit?”
She hesitated. But there was something steady about him, something she wasn’t used to. Like he wasn’t going to laugh at her or judge her. She nodded slowly.
And when he sat across from her, David Rossi felt something he hadn’t in a very, very long time. That rush in his chest, the start of a crush he had no business having.
Remember when I told you that I had to write a fic where Rossi teaches you how to cook italian food? Well, sooo HERE IT IS
I hope you like it! 🖤😊☝
From the first day he joined the team, you and Rossi had gotten along really well.
So well that several members of the BAU were starting to wonder if there wasn't something more than just a good friendship between you.
The truth is, you were flirting ALL the time, and when we say all the time, we mean ALL the damn time.
Rossi took every opportunity to comment with you about the case, even though you both knew he'd gone over it eighty times, or you were leaving him little Tupperware containers with Italian dishes you'd made because you knew how much he liked them.
Actually, some of them didn't mean much, but Rossi didn't say anything to you because he didn't want you to think you were mad at him or something.
One of those days, something changed in the atmosphere.
You walked into the conference room like every day, and he was the only one there.
You sat nervously, smoothing the bottom of your skirt, while you waited for one of the others to arrive to save you from that awkward silence.
"Hey," he intervened, pulling you from your thoughts. "I thought I could give you some tips to improve your dishes, if you want," he began. "It's not that they're not good or anything, but…"
"No need to lie, Dave," you blurted out. "Yesterday's carbonara was terrible, and the spaghetti was inedible."
"It's a relief that you realized it too," he said, then flashing a friendly smile. "I didn't want you to think…"
"What?" you questioned. He shook his head.
"I don't know," he murmured. "The point is, I'm inviting you to my house," he said. "I'm going to teach you how to cook typical Italian dishes in the purest Italian style."
"Is this a date?" "You asked, torn between crying and screaming with excitement.
"Yes, it's a date, Y/N," he said, smiling. You nodded slowly. "I can come pick you up, if you want."
"No need, I already know where you live," you mumbled, before putting your hands to your head. "Oh, that sounded really creepy, sorry."
"It's okay," he assured her. "So… Nine o'clock?"
"That's perfect for me," you nodded.
Just at that moment, the others walked in, which, given Prentiss and Morgan's expressions, made you think they had planned it so you and Rossi could have a moment alone.
After solving the case and having a drink with the team members, you went home to get ready.
You didn't wear anything too extravagant, just a gray knit vest and a white shirt, paired with black pants and matching Converse.
You grabbed the bottle of wine you'd bought for the occasion and arrived at his door five minutes early.
You rang the doorbell, and he greeted you in a black shirt and pants combo, covered by a white apron that fell just above his knees.
"Hello."
"Hello," you murmured timidly. "Am I too early?"
"Not at all, please come in," he said, stepping aside.
"This is for you," you said, handing him the bottle. He tilted his head.
"Thank you very much, but you didn't need to bring anything," he said, putting it in the fridge.
"I know," you whispered. You both held each other's gaze until you spoke again. "What are you making?"
"I was actually waiting for you to arrive to start," he said, nodding at an apron the same color as the one he was wearing. "Put it on, because now that you're here, we're going to get down to business."
"I hope not literally," you joked, making him laugh.
"We're going to make a Vitello Tonnato," he began with his typical Italian accent. "It's a typical dish from the Piedmont region." It's served cold, and to make it, we need a round of beef as our main ingredient." He pointed at the piece with his index finger. "The first thing is to pour a liter and a half of water into a pot, to which we add vegetables, salt, and wine."
"Okay, then let's get to work," you murmured. He nodded as he left a few vegetables on your chopping board for you to chop.
For ten minutes, you chopped the vegetables while you talked about trivial things like the weather that day and the weather forecast for tomorrow, or comments about that day's situation and how the team had solved it.
"Okay, now we need to add the meat and let it cook for an hour and a quarter until it's tender," he said, putting the round in the pot. "Let it cool, and when it does, wrap it in aluminum foil and put it in the refrigerator."
And so you spent the evening, cooking, talking, and laughing between glasses of the wine you had brought.
When you were done cooking and it was time to taste it, a nod escaped your lips before wiping them with the napkin on the table.
"It's very good," you announced. He nodded, pleased with the result.
"We make a good team," he declared, causing you to nod.
"That's true," you murmured, before he took the hand you had on the table in his. "I've had a very good time tonight," you confessed, feeling your cheeks heat up violently. "Can we…?"
"Yes," he chimed in, making you laugh. "We can repeat this, as many times as you want."
"Okay, Agent Rossi," you smiled. "It seems this is serious, then."
"Oh, I'm serious, kiddo," he whispered. "If that's what you want."
"It is," you murmured. He smiled.
"In that case, there's nothing more to talk about," he said before placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand.
watching criminal minds and realizing how much shit hotch has to explain in his reports😭😭 morgan kicking down doors, rossi insulting local pd, garcia hacking sites she’s not supposed to, the reason gideon insulted unsubs- like give this man a break .
this is excluding all the times reid gets kidnapped, shot, injured, taken hostage, sent to jail etc like that’s a whole other hassle LOL
Opinion - hottest Rossi ever - casually arresting Mackenzie Phillips on the beach with the wind blowing his hair. Agree or disagree?
Oh it's top tier Hot Rossi, the casual swag, the slight breeze in his hair, the sunglasses, the calmness, the taking a fucking seat, the slutty top button undone...yep it certainly one of the hottest moments.
I do however think silver fox Rossi, casually confronting Wick is pretty fucking hot too...
