A last minute, written at midnight, two shot for ilovetvalot to help with her Rossi craving. Her prompts were: angry words, jealousy on Dave's part, makeup sex.

Song prompt: "Till The End" by Toto (so glad I could finally incorporate one of their great songs into a story!)

Till The End

To say that Ashley Seaver was angry would be an understatement of grand proportion! She wasn't angry, she was pissed! And the object of her mood was just on the other side of the heavy oak door.

She should have just turned the car in the opposite direction and drove home, but the part of her that couldn't let it go wanted to give him a piece of her mind. And boy did he deserve it!

Her mind played out the various ways she was going to do him in as her finger impatiently pressed the doorbell. The faint chime of Handel's Messiah could be heard in the distance. Again she pressed. She knew he was home. She changed the bell ringing for pounding.

"Hold on a second!" Dave's voice bellowed from inside the house he liked to call a 'mansion'. Ash tapped her foot on the expensive brick porch as she heard the various locks being turned and then finally the chain being released. "What do you…?" Dave's voice stopped as he noticed the blonde on the other side.

"You have some major explaining to do!" she growled low. Her eyes shot daggers that warned him that she meant business.

"It's nice to see you too," he greeted coolly.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked.

"I didn't know you wanted to come in." He stood in the doorway and challenged her back.

Ash gave a snort. "They were right about you being an anal retentive…"

Dave held up his hand. "If you've come to insult me…"

Ash's eyes widened with surprise. "Insult you? After what you did to me?" With a stomp of her foot, she pushed him aside and stormed into the large, airy foyer. With a sigh, Dave closed the door and then turned to look at the woman who wanted his head on a platter.

"Okay, Ash, you're here, spit it out," he offered her the floor to speak.

"How dare you? And in front of everyone! How dare you insinuate that I've had an affair!"

"I never said 'affair'," he corrected. "I said you were cheating on me."

"Semantics. But I would expect this from a writer," she spat. "You jumped to conclusions before you even knew the whole story!"

"He had his hands on you!" Dave bellowed. "What was I supposed to assume?"

"He was helping me with my aim."

"Sure he was!"

"For crying out loud, Dave, we were at the gun range and I was trying to perfect my aim. He was adjusting my line of vision."

"Right into his arms. I saw the way he was touching you, Ash. It was intimate."

"No it wasn't," she contradicted.

"Yes it was! I know touching. I'm a man. I can tell when they have aiming another type of pistol on the mind. And trust me, Bellisima, he had that look…and then some," Dave pointed out matter of fact…or was it with smugness? She didn't know, but at this point she didn't care.

"And so you just had to call him out on it and then accuse me of cheating on you? For your information, Mr. Hotshot FBI agent, he already has someone, and he couldn't care less about me. Unless it was to get my quals up to date."

Dave paused. "He has a girlfriend?" The thought had never occurred to him to wonder if maybe he had jumped the gun…pardon the pun.

Ash rolled her eyes dramatically. "In a way…although I don't think Trevor will take kindly to that label."

"But he…" Dave's mind spun with excuses.

"He touched me," she finished hotly. "And he has a nice touch. It's not some kind of Neanderthal caveman touch."

Dave's eyebrows raised in challenge. "Oh? And how is that?"

"Like a woman needs to be touched." She looked at her watch. "Well, I've had my say, now I have to go home. My cat is starving." She turned on her heel. She was stopped abruptly by a hand on her arm.

"You can't leave," Dave announced.

Ash's blue eyes snapped hot sparks. "Yes I can; we've said everything and I have to go."

"You've had your say. I haven't."

"Let me go."

Dave moved in closer. "I can't."

"A gentleman would let me go," she replied haughtily, but her heart was pounding from fear and excitement.

"I'm not a gentleman," he said. "If I recall, you called me a Neanderthal caveman." He looked into her eyes. "You like it when I'm a Neanderthal."

"No I don't," she denied, but her breathing became shallow. "I like it when you are nice and sweet." She felt his hand caress her arms and then move up to stroke her throat. It took everything to concentrate on the moment and not the feelings he was creating.

"Like right now?" he said in a tone that was like liquid velvet.

Ash swallowed hard. Her heart was racing, her blood was hot…he was right there…she needed to leave. But her feet refused to move.

"I have to go," she repeated.

"Or would you rather I do the caveman and possess you right here on the living room floor? Take you until you shout out my name?" he dared her.

"You think you're that good?" She pushed against him. "You think you can have this?" She stepped back and looked at him. "I don't think you deserve this," she gestured with her hand at her body, "or me."

She reached out and cupped Dave's crotch. "Maybe when you stop thinking with this, and start thinking with this," she thumped him on the forehead, "you might get it." Ash cupped her small, but firm breasts. "Until then, these belong to me."