Criminal Minds - "Cars" (Rossi/Prentiss) ENGLISH

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Author: dunderklumpen
Title: "Cars"
Charakter: Rossi/Prentiss
Rating: G
Word Count: 786 words.
Summary: Cars and men, men and cars... and a woman who know how to use them:D
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is the property of CBS.
A/N: SPOILER for 423 "Roadkill". I wrote the original "Autos" directly after the episode aired but I needed until now to finish the translation with the help of my lovely betas. As usual: I'm open to all constructive criticism because you know that I'm not a native speaker.
Beta: A huge thanks to failte_aoife and luthien82 .

“Cars”

Rossi: “A good car needs love.”
JJ: “And a good woman doesn't?”
Rossi: “I'm...not qualified to answer that.”
(423 “Roadkill”)

The doorbell rang. Surprised he stood up and looked through the spyhole, as he hadn't really expected a visitor. He opened the door. There was Emily in a... he gulped... incredibly short coat and black high-heels that really drew attention to her long legs.

She gave him a warm smile. “Excuse me, Mr …,” she stopped and glanced at the name-plate under the bell, “Mr Rossi, for just ringing at your door, but my car broke down just in front of your door.” she explained.

Rossi stared at her for a moment, before he noticed her impish smile that made him play along with her.

“That's no problem at all, Miss...,” he looked at her expectantly.

“My name is Emily Prentiss,” she said and raised her slender hand. “Emily”, she added and gave him a bright smile that got directly to his stomach.

“Emily...,” he replied and took her hand, “I'm David... Dave.” He cleared his throat and released her hand. “Where exactly is your car?” he asked. She turned around and walked along the narrow driveway. He followed her, his gaze still fixed on her really very short coat that complimented her curved figure.

“Here it is,“ she interrupted his thoughts and pointed to the car that was standing in front of her.

He stopped, bewildered. That wasn't Emily's car... definitely not! For a moment he forgot everything around him and eyed the dark Beauty whose paint reflected the glittering sun.

“Wow,” he clicked his tongue and walked slowly around the hood of the black Porsche, “that is a beautiful car!”

Emily couldn't keep herself from grinning. “Well,” she began and caught his gaze with hers, “a friend of mine once told me that a good car needed love.”

Dave grinned from ear to ear and replied, “A friend of mine once told me a good woman needed that, too.”

Both still looked at each other, an identical smile on their lips.

“Your friend has a point there.” She walked a few steps closer to the car and leaned lightly against the low hood. “I gave this car all my love but it still won't start.” The desperation in her voice might have sounded more authentic if she hadn't had troubles to keep the grin off her face.

Now he stood right in front of her while she leaned so far back that she nearly sat on the hood. The slit of her coat slid open and revealed her thigh that was covered in black nylon.

He breathed in air between his teeth and his eyes wandered down her hips along her legs. She was damn sexy, nearly lying on the hood, and he gulped.

“I don't know what I should do,” she continued, satisfyingly observing Dave's reaction to her appearance. “I tried everything but it simply doesn't want to start. Do you think...” Slowly, she licked her red-painted lips, “Do you think you could help me...,” she looked at him from under her lashes, “Dave?” she breathily finished her sentence.

Her voice was dark and sexy when she said his name. That was too much. His loins burned and he realized he was getting hard.

“Ehm, Miss Prentiss,“ he cleared his throat.

“Emily,” she interrupted him, “please call me Emily.”

“Well, Emily,“ he repeated, trying to make his voice sound strong and competent, “of course I can help. But if you have given that car enough love,” stressing the word  so clearly that it sent shivers down Emily's spine, “I would assume that the problem doesn't lie with the car, but...”

“But?” she asked and was batting her eyes in a most alluring way.

“But,” he continued and had the feeling of having swallowed sandpaper his throat was so dry, “with the driver.”

She smiled. “Women need just as much love as cars.“ she quoted again. He nodded, stepping so close to her that he could push his knees playfully between her slightly spread thighs. “Oh yes, they do,” he whispered into her ear and a hint of his aftershave went up her nose.

“I think,” he continued, “I've got a solution for your problem.” He smirked and lust flashed in his eyes. In the blink of an eye the hunter had turned into the hunted and now it was Emily's turn to gulp.

“Come,“ he whispered  and his warm breath touched her neck. He took her hand and they walked up the driveway to his house. When the door closed behind them Emily's gaze fell again on the car that was parked on the curb. The black Porsche glittered alluringly in the sun.