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innerslytherinTitle: Where Wolves Fear to Prey (2/?)
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innerslytherin
Rating: R
Pairing: Rossi/Prentiss
Word Count: 2,578
Written For:mingsmommy for her ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fandom_aid bid for Queensland.
Summary: AU. A wolf pack doesn't gain new members painlessly. The BAU team is no exception...but David Rossi isn't quite what Emily Prentiss expected.
Notes: Continues from Where Wolves Fear to Prey. This is part 2 of what will be, at this point, at least a 4-part series.
Note to Ming: I am SO sorry this has taken me so long to post. And it isn't even finished, this is just the next chapter in what is obviously going to become the Series-for-Ami-and-Ming.
Thank you: tomicrogirl8225 for the beta!
Chapter 2
It was the third time the world had rocked on its foundation for Emily Prentiss.
The first, of course, had been the baby who never was, when Emily first realized just how strong and how weak she was, and that she could never make up for the weakness with any amount of strength. The second had been the night Tobias Hankel, at his wits' end in that Georgia graveyard, had put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger, showering them all with his blood and infecting them with his disease.
The third time, and by far the best, but by far the most frightening, was when David Rossi used her blood and chose to become a werewolf--partly because of the competitive streak that had him wanting to keep up with the rest of the team--but mostly because he loved her.
After that third emotional earthquake, Emily wasn't sure her equilibrium would ever be the same.
****
"Some of this is really going to suck," she told Dave, pushing sweat-soaked hair away from his forehead. His fever had spiked twice, but finally broken. He was going to be shaky and short of breath for days, and she didn't think she had enough food in the pantry to keep his appetite satisfied, but he had survived the change.
Dark eyes cracked open and studied her face from underneath hooded lids. "Made it so far," he rasped, one hand lifting to curl weak fingers around hers.
She couldn't help smiling at him, because she'd never known anyone before Dave who would reforge his entire life for her. It terrified her, because she had no idea if she could live up to what he seemed to think of her. But she knew she would try.
"Stubborn old wolf," she whispered, leaning in to brush her lips against his temple. "I'd better call Hotch."
It was sixteen hours since she infected him--or since he infected himself, she supposed. She'd left Hotch a message earlier that she was staying home and Dave was with her. She hadn't explained why, but she knew her alpha well enough to know he would read between the lines.
Dave closed his eyes, then grimaced as his stomach rumbled.
Emily grinned. "And then I'll make a run to the store."
****
She hadn't been prepared for the way her chest would ache the whole time Dave recovered.
Emily knew how the change had been for her, sunlight slicing in through cracked hotel drapes, clawing her way off the bed towards the mini-fridge for water, wriggling out of her clothes when she was too hot, shivering in a ball when she got too cold. The others had told her a little about being terrified of their physical weakness, too exhausted to reach the phone. Anderson's dehydrated body had been a silent testament to the fact that weaker humans wouldn't survive the change. But Emily hadn't been prepared for the sight of David Rossi, barefoot and tousle-headed in his pajamas, tottering down her hallway to the bathroom.
It broke her heart just a little.
"You shouldn't be up yet," she said, looping an arm around his back. He made a grumbly noise in his chest, but he leaned on her and snuffled at her hair. It sent shivers all the way through her. He'd been sexy as a human, but as a wolf, she had no hope of resisting him, even if she'd wanted to. Which she didn't, of course.
"Hungry," he muttered. "Have to pee."
She laughed, startled, and helped him into the bathroom.
****
She didn't bother with anything fancy. She went to the grocery store and bought two whole broasted chickens, a pound of sliced ham, three pounds of bacon, and two cases of protein shakes. After a wry glance at her shopping cart, she threw in three bags of potato chips and a case of beer. The clerk didn't even blink.
Some things didn't change, even in the transition from human to wolf. Emily leaned against the counter and watched Dave's fingers as they fastidiously picked the chicken apart. He ate with a preciseness that reassured her he wouldn't lose himself to the wolf the way Gideon had. It was the same reassurance she felt that Hotch hadn't given up his ties or embraced casual nudity the way Garcia and JJ and Morgan had.
The fundamentals of who you were stayed the same.
"You'll need to change soon," she told him. She had a cup of coffee, even though her mouth was watering at the smell of the broasted chicken. She was hoping there would be some left over, but she wouldn't take his food. For one thing, she might be strong-willed, but he was more alpha than she was, and alphas ate first. For another, he was, essentially, a growing boy. She smiled at the thought.
"I could use a shower too," he agreed, plucking at the front of his pajamas.
Emily laughed out loud. "Not your clothes," she told him. "Your skin. You'll start itching, and then you'll start pacing, and eventually you won't have a choice. We need to control that. You ought to change somewhere with room to run, but with the snow, we'll have to stay pretty close. The roads suck."
"Oh." He fell silent, staring down at the chicken. She wondered if it was her imagination that there was more gray in the temples of his hair than had been there three days ago. She moved to the table and sat across from him, letting her leg press against his.
Finally he looked up at her. "Guess I'm going to have to adjust how I think about things, huh?" His lips curled up at one corner.
Emily slid her hand across the table and covered his. "It takes a while, that's all."
Dave nodded.
****
Their first run was at Rock Creek Park. It wasn't ideal, but she'd run there with Spencer before, when he was hurting and needed out of his skin, so there was a little bolthole ready for them. Dave was shaking all over by the time they got to the den, little more than a sweep of bare dirt hidden in a tumble of boulders. Emily stripped her own clothes off first, thinking it would give him some motivation, but he was too far gone to pay attention to her nakedness. It hurt her pride even though she knew it shouldn't. She tried to focus on getting his jeans unzipped.
She felt guilty at the hot rush of desire that warmed her when she got her first look at his cock. She didn't mean to look at him like this, not while he was hunching over making hoarse noises of discomfort. She pushed aside the ache low in her belly and wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her breasts to his back and brushing her lips against his neck.
"Don't fight it," she whispered. "Breathe. I've got you, Dave. I'm staying."
He gritted out her name. One hand gripped her wrist so hard she felt her bones shift. "Help me," he gasped.
"I will. I'm here." She kissed his neck again. "I'll change after you do. I'll run with you. I'm not leaving you." She could feel the tension in his muscles, the pain that surged through him, then left him spent, then surged through him again. It made her own muscles sing, and the sexual desire charging her body transformed into the call of the wolf.
"Emily--"
"Let go, Dave," she urged. She tightened her arms around him, curving her body around his, letting him feel the way she recognized his pain.
She'd expected this to be easier for him. Maybe because he'd chosen it, because he'd sought it out. She didn't know why. Of all of them, Morgan was the one most at home in his own body, and even he had trouble with the change sometimes. Hotch, who controlled himself, changed most fluidly, but she knew it still hurt him; he just didn't let it show. So why would it be any better for Dave, whose human body was older than any of theirs?
He let out one final, agonized groan, and it turned into a howl partway through. She felt his bones twist. Then there was fur against her naked skin, and hot breath hit her in the face, and the next noise was a fierce, exultant cry. Smiling, Emily let her own humanity go.
****
They kicked up powdery snow as they ran, she fleet, ears back in play, he nipping at her heels. Every time she thought she'd lost him, he would catch up to her in a great leap, his joy apparent in the yips and barks he let out. She led him through a wild chase, her graceful black form like a shadow ahead of his larger gray and tawny bulk. They hunted together, flushing out a rabbit whose blood burst hot against their tongues. They rolled down a snowy hillside, tussling in play. And when they were ready to sleep, she led him back to where she knew they would be safe.
Emily woke first, her left breast and hip freezing, her back and right side comfortably hot. Dave's arm was heavy and possessive across her stomach. His face was buried against her neck, his morning erection buried against her ass.
Apparently perfection could break your heart too, she thought, staring blankly at the dirt and rock surrounding them. Dim light filtered in. She could taste a coppery tang in the back of her throat.
Dave's hand slid down to cup one breast. "He--I--we wanted you," he murmured, his voice gravelly. His thumb found her nipple.
Emily closed her eyes, smiling. "We wanted you too," she said, pressing back against him. "We've wanted you for ages."
"It didn't feel...equal." Dave's voice was hesitant, but his fingers weren't. They circled and pinched gently, stroking the curve of her breast and then slipping down her stomach. "I wasn't--I was old and human and you're so quick and lithe and beautiful--"
Emily gasped as his fingers dipped between her legs and found how wet she already was for him. "You were wonderful, Dave," she breathed. "And you're wonderful now." She turned in his arms, pressing his thigh between her legs and rubbing against him. "I don't want you because you're a wolf." She kissed him, hot and sloppy. "I want you because you're you."
He groaned and bucked against her, letting her feel the hard length of him. Then he pulled away, and Emily wondered if what she'd said had been wrong, even if it was the truth.
His eyes were dark with lust and more, his breath coming hard, his hair falling in his face. Wide-eyed, Emily tried to read his expression, but she couldn't. Her hips juddered towards him, with a life of their own, but Dave's hand settled at one hip and held her.
"Then let's do this right, Emily," he said softly. "Not just because we're wrapped up in our bodies."
She couldn't breathe for a minute. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him again, sweetly this time. She would have been happy with a fast, hard coupling. She wouldn't have felt like it cheapened their feelings or mattered less that they gave in to what their wolf selves wanted along with what their human selves wanted. After all, he'd chosen this for her. His words this morning proved that more than anything had so far.
But somehow, having him say he would wait, even with the hot smell of lust rising off both their bodies, made her love him even more.
****
She'd been right. Morgan didn't take it well.
When they walked in to the BAU the next morning, Emily's body was still tight with wanting. Dave had collapsed into bed the minute she got him home from the park, and he'd woken only twice in twelve hours to eat.
The third time he woke, it had been time to go back to the pack, back to work.
Time to face the music.
Dave's walk was a little looser, his head held a little higher, and the smell of him had Emily in a fine little frenzy, walking shoulder to shoulder with him. She'd worn a skirt on purpose this time, and a shirt that was cut lower than it ought to be, because Dave was teasing her, damn it, and she was going to tease him back.
All thoughts of sex went out the window as a hard, rangy body hurtled at them and threw Dave into a filing cabinet.
"What have you done?" Morgan growled. His mouth was inches from Dave's throat, and Emily felt her shoulders tighten. She knew this was going to happen, but that didn't make it easier. She could hear the rumbling in Dave's chest.
Dave's hands were on Morgan's biceps, and she knew they must be gripping with bruising force. His eyes narrowed, and he only let Morgan press him for a moment before he shoved the younger man back. "You know damn well," he snarled, lowering his chin to protect his neck.
Emily shifted back a few steps and pressed her legs together. Shit. At this rate she was going to soak her panties.
Garcia's voice broke in from behind her. "Oh my God, did he--"
Emily felt herself smile, fierce and proud. "Yeah, we did."
Dave and Morgan were still engaged in a shoving match, snarling and snapping at each other, Morgan physically stronger but Dave more experienced, and Emily knew Dave would win. Hotch had come to his office door, but he wasn't interfering. Reid and JJ were watching from the bullpen. Garcia, though... Garcia knew how to handle Morgan.
Deftly she sashayed past Emily and grinned at both men. "Sexy," she declared, and wiggled her shoulders to show off her cleavage. "Another werewolf hunk for me to drool over."
Morgan growled again, but Garcia bumped her hip against his, and then Dave started laughing. Morgan bumped back against Garcia, and then his attention was on her as she swatted his ass and darted away. It was a challenge, but a much less serious one than what Morgan had issued to Dave. Morgan started after her, then glanced back at Dave, obviously torn.
Dave stayed where he was, pressed against the file cabinets, and watched Morgan. After several long heartbeats, Morgan nodded. Dave lowered his chin and shifted his glance to Emily, who felt another pulse of wanting at the emotion smoldering in his eyes. Morgan darted off after Garcia.
It wasn't really settled, but for now, Morgan wouldn't press the issue. That was the most they could ask for.
Emily wanted nothing more than to drag Dave into his office and show him how she felt about seeing him so aggressive and strong...but there was work to be done, and they were more careful about their professional standards than some of the human teams. She would have to settle for drawing her tongue slowly along her lower lip, holding Dave's gaze with her own. Then she turned and sashayed to her desk, swaying her hips just a little more than necessary.
Tonight, her body language promised them both.
One phone call, six states, and twelve hours later, she would be remembering that promise with regret.
****
End of Part Two
Author:
innerslytherinRating: R
Pairing: Rossi/Prentiss
Word Count: 2,578
Written For:
mingsmommy for her fandom_aid bid for Queensland.Summary: AU. A wolf pack doesn't gain new members painlessly. The BAU team is no exception...but David Rossi isn't quite what Emily Prentiss expected.
Notes: Continues from Where Wolves Fear to Prey. This is part 2 of what will be, at this point, at least a 4-part series.
Note to Ming: I am SO sorry this has taken me so long to post. And it isn't even finished, this is just the next chapter in what is obviously going to become the Series-for-Ami-and-Ming.
Thank you: to
microgirl8225 for the beta!Chapter 2
It was the third time the world had rocked on its foundation for Emily Prentiss.
The first, of course, had been the baby who never was, when Emily first realized just how strong and how weak she was, and that she could never make up for the weakness with any amount of strength. The second had been the night Tobias Hankel, at his wits' end in that Georgia graveyard, had put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger, showering them all with his blood and infecting them with his disease.
The third time, and by far the best, but by far the most frightening, was when David Rossi used her blood and chose to become a werewolf--partly because of the competitive streak that had him wanting to keep up with the rest of the team--but mostly because he loved her.
After that third emotional earthquake, Emily wasn't sure her equilibrium would ever be the same.
****
"Some of this is really going to suck," she told Dave, pushing sweat-soaked hair away from his forehead. His fever had spiked twice, but finally broken. He was going to be shaky and short of breath for days, and she didn't think she had enough food in the pantry to keep his appetite satisfied, but he had survived the change.
Dark eyes cracked open and studied her face from underneath hooded lids. "Made it so far," he rasped, one hand lifting to curl weak fingers around hers.
She couldn't help smiling at him, because she'd never known anyone before Dave who would reforge his entire life for her. It terrified her, because she had no idea if she could live up to what he seemed to think of her. But she knew she would try.
"Stubborn old wolf," she whispered, leaning in to brush her lips against his temple. "I'd better call Hotch."
It was sixteen hours since she infected him--or since he infected himself, she supposed. She'd left Hotch a message earlier that she was staying home and Dave was with her. She hadn't explained why, but she knew her alpha well enough to know he would read between the lines.
Dave closed his eyes, then grimaced as his stomach rumbled.
Emily grinned. "And then I'll make a run to the store."
****
She hadn't been prepared for the way her chest would ache the whole time Dave recovered.
Emily knew how the change had been for her, sunlight slicing in through cracked hotel drapes, clawing her way off the bed towards the mini-fridge for water, wriggling out of her clothes when she was too hot, shivering in a ball when she got too cold. The others had told her a little about being terrified of their physical weakness, too exhausted to reach the phone. Anderson's dehydrated body had been a silent testament to the fact that weaker humans wouldn't survive the change. But Emily hadn't been prepared for the sight of David Rossi, barefoot and tousle-headed in his pajamas, tottering down her hallway to the bathroom.
It broke her heart just a little.
"You shouldn't be up yet," she said, looping an arm around his back. He made a grumbly noise in his chest, but he leaned on her and snuffled at her hair. It sent shivers all the way through her. He'd been sexy as a human, but as a wolf, she had no hope of resisting him, even if she'd wanted to. Which she didn't, of course.
"Hungry," he muttered. "Have to pee."
She laughed, startled, and helped him into the bathroom.
****
She didn't bother with anything fancy. She went to the grocery store and bought two whole broasted chickens, a pound of sliced ham, three pounds of bacon, and two cases of protein shakes. After a wry glance at her shopping cart, she threw in three bags of potato chips and a case of beer. The clerk didn't even blink.
Some things didn't change, even in the transition from human to wolf. Emily leaned against the counter and watched Dave's fingers as they fastidiously picked the chicken apart. He ate with a preciseness that reassured her he wouldn't lose himself to the wolf the way Gideon had. It was the same reassurance she felt that Hotch hadn't given up his ties or embraced casual nudity the way Garcia and JJ and Morgan had.
The fundamentals of who you were stayed the same.
"You'll need to change soon," she told him. She had a cup of coffee, even though her mouth was watering at the smell of the broasted chicken. She was hoping there would be some left over, but she wouldn't take his food. For one thing, she might be strong-willed, but he was more alpha than she was, and alphas ate first. For another, he was, essentially, a growing boy. She smiled at the thought.
"I could use a shower too," he agreed, plucking at the front of his pajamas.
Emily laughed out loud. "Not your clothes," she told him. "Your skin. You'll start itching, and then you'll start pacing, and eventually you won't have a choice. We need to control that. You ought to change somewhere with room to run, but with the snow, we'll have to stay pretty close. The roads suck."
"Oh." He fell silent, staring down at the chicken. She wondered if it was her imagination that there was more gray in the temples of his hair than had been there three days ago. She moved to the table and sat across from him, letting her leg press against his.
Finally he looked up at her. "Guess I'm going to have to adjust how I think about things, huh?" His lips curled up at one corner.
Emily slid her hand across the table and covered his. "It takes a while, that's all."
Dave nodded.
****
Their first run was at Rock Creek Park. It wasn't ideal, but she'd run there with Spencer before, when he was hurting and needed out of his skin, so there was a little bolthole ready for them. Dave was shaking all over by the time they got to the den, little more than a sweep of bare dirt hidden in a tumble of boulders. Emily stripped her own clothes off first, thinking it would give him some motivation, but he was too far gone to pay attention to her nakedness. It hurt her pride even though she knew it shouldn't. She tried to focus on getting his jeans unzipped.
She felt guilty at the hot rush of desire that warmed her when she got her first look at his cock. She didn't mean to look at him like this, not while he was hunching over making hoarse noises of discomfort. She pushed aside the ache low in her belly and wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her breasts to his back and brushing her lips against his neck.
"Don't fight it," she whispered. "Breathe. I've got you, Dave. I'm staying."
He gritted out her name. One hand gripped her wrist so hard she felt her bones shift. "Help me," he gasped.
"I will. I'm here." She kissed his neck again. "I'll change after you do. I'll run with you. I'm not leaving you." She could feel the tension in his muscles, the pain that surged through him, then left him spent, then surged through him again. It made her own muscles sing, and the sexual desire charging her body transformed into the call of the wolf.
"Emily--"
"Let go, Dave," she urged. She tightened her arms around him, curving her body around his, letting him feel the way she recognized his pain.
She'd expected this to be easier for him. Maybe because he'd chosen it, because he'd sought it out. She didn't know why. Of all of them, Morgan was the one most at home in his own body, and even he had trouble with the change sometimes. Hotch, who controlled himself, changed most fluidly, but she knew it still hurt him; he just didn't let it show. So why would it be any better for Dave, whose human body was older than any of theirs?
He let out one final, agonized groan, and it turned into a howl partway through. She felt his bones twist. Then there was fur against her naked skin, and hot breath hit her in the face, and the next noise was a fierce, exultant cry. Smiling, Emily let her own humanity go.
****
They kicked up powdery snow as they ran, she fleet, ears back in play, he nipping at her heels. Every time she thought she'd lost him, he would catch up to her in a great leap, his joy apparent in the yips and barks he let out. She led him through a wild chase, her graceful black form like a shadow ahead of his larger gray and tawny bulk. They hunted together, flushing out a rabbit whose blood burst hot against their tongues. They rolled down a snowy hillside, tussling in play. And when they were ready to sleep, she led him back to where she knew they would be safe.
Emily woke first, her left breast and hip freezing, her back and right side comfortably hot. Dave's arm was heavy and possessive across her stomach. His face was buried against her neck, his morning erection buried against her ass.
Apparently perfection could break your heart too, she thought, staring blankly at the dirt and rock surrounding them. Dim light filtered in. She could taste a coppery tang in the back of her throat.
Dave's hand slid down to cup one breast. "He--I--we wanted you," he murmured, his voice gravelly. His thumb found her nipple.
Emily closed her eyes, smiling. "We wanted you too," she said, pressing back against him. "We've wanted you for ages."
"It didn't feel...equal." Dave's voice was hesitant, but his fingers weren't. They circled and pinched gently, stroking the curve of her breast and then slipping down her stomach. "I wasn't--I was old and human and you're so quick and lithe and beautiful--"
Emily gasped as his fingers dipped between her legs and found how wet she already was for him. "You were wonderful, Dave," she breathed. "And you're wonderful now." She turned in his arms, pressing his thigh between her legs and rubbing against him. "I don't want you because you're a wolf." She kissed him, hot and sloppy. "I want you because you're you."
He groaned and bucked against her, letting her feel the hard length of him. Then he pulled away, and Emily wondered if what she'd said had been wrong, even if it was the truth.
His eyes were dark with lust and more, his breath coming hard, his hair falling in his face. Wide-eyed, Emily tried to read his expression, but she couldn't. Her hips juddered towards him, with a life of their own, but Dave's hand settled at one hip and held her.
"Then let's do this right, Emily," he said softly. "Not just because we're wrapped up in our bodies."
She couldn't breathe for a minute. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him again, sweetly this time. She would have been happy with a fast, hard coupling. She wouldn't have felt like it cheapened their feelings or mattered less that they gave in to what their wolf selves wanted along with what their human selves wanted. After all, he'd chosen this for her. His words this morning proved that more than anything had so far.
But somehow, having him say he would wait, even with the hot smell of lust rising off both their bodies, made her love him even more.
****
She'd been right. Morgan didn't take it well.
When they walked in to the BAU the next morning, Emily's body was still tight with wanting. Dave had collapsed into bed the minute she got him home from the park, and he'd woken only twice in twelve hours to eat.
The third time he woke, it had been time to go back to the pack, back to work.
Time to face the music.
Dave's walk was a little looser, his head held a little higher, and the smell of him had Emily in a fine little frenzy, walking shoulder to shoulder with him. She'd worn a skirt on purpose this time, and a shirt that was cut lower than it ought to be, because Dave was teasing her, damn it, and she was going to tease him back.
All thoughts of sex went out the window as a hard, rangy body hurtled at them and threw Dave into a filing cabinet.
"What have you done?" Morgan growled. His mouth was inches from Dave's throat, and Emily felt her shoulders tighten. She knew this was going to happen, but that didn't make it easier. She could hear the rumbling in Dave's chest.
Dave's hands were on Morgan's biceps, and she knew they must be gripping with bruising force. His eyes narrowed, and he only let Morgan press him for a moment before he shoved the younger man back. "You know damn well," he snarled, lowering his chin to protect his neck.
Emily shifted back a few steps and pressed her legs together. Shit. At this rate she was going to soak her panties.
Garcia's voice broke in from behind her. "Oh my God, did he--"
Emily felt herself smile, fierce and proud. "Yeah, we did."
Dave and Morgan were still engaged in a shoving match, snarling and snapping at each other, Morgan physically stronger but Dave more experienced, and Emily knew Dave would win. Hotch had come to his office door, but he wasn't interfering. Reid and JJ were watching from the bullpen. Garcia, though... Garcia knew how to handle Morgan.
Deftly she sashayed past Emily and grinned at both men. "Sexy," she declared, and wiggled her shoulders to show off her cleavage. "Another werewolf hunk for me to drool over."
Morgan growled again, but Garcia bumped her hip against his, and then Dave started laughing. Morgan bumped back against Garcia, and then his attention was on her as she swatted his ass and darted away. It was a challenge, but a much less serious one than what Morgan had issued to Dave. Morgan started after her, then glanced back at Dave, obviously torn.
Dave stayed where he was, pressed against the file cabinets, and watched Morgan. After several long heartbeats, Morgan nodded. Dave lowered his chin and shifted his glance to Emily, who felt another pulse of wanting at the emotion smoldering in his eyes. Morgan darted off after Garcia.
It wasn't really settled, but for now, Morgan wouldn't press the issue. That was the most they could ask for.
Emily wanted nothing more than to drag Dave into his office and show him how she felt about seeing him so aggressive and strong...but there was work to be done, and they were more careful about their professional standards than some of the human teams. She would have to settle for drawing her tongue slowly along her lower lip, holding Dave's gaze with her own. Then she turned and sashayed to her desk, swaying her hips just a little more than necessary.
Tonight, her body language promised them both.
One phone call, six states, and twelve hours later, she would be remembering that promise with regret.
****
End of Part Two
