A one off Emily/Rossi fic from Rossi's POV. Will probably be part of another fic at some point, just from a different perspective.
Hope you like it. Please tell me what you think. :)

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Standing there in her living room, I wondered what I was doing here. I should've left. It was early in the morning. She needed sleep. It would only be a few hours before we had to be back at the office. I should have left.

But when she came back in, her hair loose around her shoulders, hanging carelessly, I couldn't help myself.

I walked straight up to her, cupped her face and brought her lips to mine. I wasn't soft, wasn't caring, wasn't comforting. I didn't allow her time to object. I took what I wanted. She tasted spicy, exotic. My mind went blank, yet it was fill, of her, only her.

My hands slid down her body, over her curves and grabbed her hips with my hands, maybe a little to rough. But she didn't protest, but rather moaned against my lips. Soon I found myself pressing her back against the wall.

Bad idea, I tried to tell myself, for so many reasons. She'd just got back, back from the dead, from putting down the man she'd once lived with, the man, although she said otherwise, that she had loved, despite her cover. She had a kid! His kid! Though, it wasn't really hers. And we worked together! Oh hell.

When her hands fisted my shirt and pulled me further down, I knew I was a goner. I'd been a goner when she'd first looked at me. We'd deal with the rest in the morning.

I untucked her shirt and slid my hands up under it, over her smooth, velvety skin. She shivered against me. I took my mouth from hers and started a trail down her neck, feeling her thundering pulse against my lips. It gave me a smug smile.

I yanked her shirt over her head and we began pulling at clothing. I grabbed her hand to pull her to the bedroom, she deserved more than to be banged in her lounge. But she pulled back, pulling me against her. She reached up and nipped at my ear. Her breath was warm. "Here."

I looked down at her and she just smiled deviously. I smiled back, then grabbing her hips, pulled her up. Her legs wrapped tight around me and I pushed her back against the wall and took her without remorse.

She moaned and sighed as we moved together. Getting louder as she got closer, biting down on my shoulder. But the pain of her teeth scraping my skin, digging into my muscle, just added to my arousal. I got harder and more violent, not caring about hurting her, until I thought I couldn't take it anymore. When she finally called out in release, I was just seconds behind her.

My weight had her pressed up against the wall, feet off the floor, as I leant against her.

After a few moments had passed, when our harsh breathing had calmed slightly, her lips curved up wide. Her head, that now lay back against the wall, bent down to look at me.

"Now you can take me to the bedroom."