little snow covered mountains


Okay then can youj write a one shot which reader and rossi in their honeymoon and romantic and smut?? :D

Yes.  I.  Can.  I hope you enjoy your one-shot, because here it is, comin’ ‘atcha!

As David wound up the mountain, you stirred in your seat as you slowly peeled your eyes open.

“Hello there, sleepy head,” David teased with a smirk on his face.

“Where are we?” you croaked as you sat upright in your car seat.

“We’re here,” David says lowly as you watch him slowly pull through the gate of the complex.

You had talked him into a low-key honeymoon.  The wedding was a dashing affair with fountains of chocolates and champagnes.  Your dress cost more than the down payment on your car, and the plates of food were enough to make anyone’s eyes pop out of their head.

So, you had made your now-husband a deal: if the wedding was extravagant, the honeymoon was toned down.

You had chosen a little condo on top of a snow-covered mountain, complete with a guest house that had an indoor heated pool, two wet saunas, and a hot tub.

And the best part?  It wasn’t a busy time of year, save for all of the rough snowstorms.  David had taken three entire weeks off of work to be snowed in with you, and the piles of groceries in the back were proof.

“You grocery shopped without me?” you asked as he pulled the car into a snow-covered parking space.

“You were so tired.  You slept through the whole ordeal,” David smiled.

“You shouldn’t have done it on your own…” you murmured to yourself.

“Don’t worry,” David reassures you as he throws open his door to the cold, “you can repay me later.”

It took the both of you making five trips to the car to get everything.  David insisted on cooking every dinner for you while you two were up here, and you told him that you would do breakfast so that you two could have a hearty nap through dinner.  David had loaded down the car with everything: tons of movies, a DVD player in case the condo wasn’t outfitted with one, suitcases full of cozy clothes, and absolutely no paperwork in sight.

It was almost enough to bring you to tears.

Once the two of you got unpacked, put the groceries away, and settled into the warmth of the condo, David pulled you into him and pressed a warm, comforting kiss to the side of your head.

“What would you like to do first, la mia sposa?” David murmured in your ear.

And you knew exactly what you wanted to do first.

Pretty soon, the two of you were dashing through the pounding of the snow to the guest house, clad in light clothes and carrying freezing cold towels as the two of you slid into the heated area and shut the door quickly behind you.

“I call the hot tub!” you squeal as you wriggle out of your clothes.  But David didn’t care.  He was too busy watching you jump and dart, trying desperately to get out of your snow-soaked clothing so that you could take a dip in the hot tub.

And he so desperately wanted to join you.

The snow was picking up outside, and the roads leading up the mountain were officially closed off.  Those that wanted back up would have to get a hotel at the base, and those that were up here were stuck.

And god, did David love being stuck with you.

As the two of you settled into the hot tub, a content smile rolled lazily over your cheeks as the bubbles kicked in and made you giggle.

“I love hot tubs,” you sigh as you sit back.

“And I love you in hot tubs,” David quipped as you shot him a playful glance.

“You just like me half-naked in a bathing suit,” you lull.

“Doesn’t worsen matters, no,” David chuckled as he swam over to you.

You cuddled into his body as he wrapped his strong arm around you, and you swore that between the rhythmic kisses he placed on your head and the warmth of the water, you could fall asleep right there, buried in the crook of his arm.

“Wanna try the sauna?” David murmured lowly.

Pretty soon, the two of you were basking in the wet heat of the sauna, and the cold wind outside was whistling against windows at the steam filled your nostrils.

“We have three weeks of this,” you sighed in content.

But this time, David didn’t respond.

“David?” you ask lightly as you lob your head over to look at him.

And he was staring at you with nothing but fire behind his eyes.

You watch as he slowly gets up from his seated position.  You watch at he walks over to the sauna door and toggle something.  The mist is thick, but you can hear a latch latching shut as he slowly turns back around to see you.

“You look incredible in that bathing suit,” David smirks.

“David Rossi…you cannot be serious,” you snicker as he slowly approaches you.

But you watched him sink to his knees as he slowly parted your legs.

“David.  Dave-…this isn’t funny,” you begin as he slowly lowers his lips to your thigh.

His teeth nipped at you through the steam and sweat, and soon your reservations were gone as you lobbed your head back and sighed to the rhythmic pumping of the steam within the room.

“Oh, god,” you breathed as he kissed and nipped his way up and down your legs.

You feel his dexterous fingers slowly loop within your bathing suit bottoms, and you instinctively lift your hips as your breathing turns into panting.

“David…david, what if someone-”

But his lips upon your center silenced you as you sucked in a long draw of steam as your hips instinctively began to roll into his tongue.  He flicked and he sucked.  He applied pressure and he hummed.  He made you buck and moan time and time again as his hands spread your thighs so that he could lap up every part of you.

You felt stars bursting inside of your body as you ground your hips into his face.

“David…oh…god, please…yes…oh, just…yes, yes, yes…”

Your voice caught in your throat as your legs trembled and convulsed.  Your body shook at the beckoning of his tongue, and you choked on David’s name as your orgasm wracked your body in the middle of the sauna.

You could feel your husband’s smile in between your legs.

But, just as fast as it had happened, David grabbed you around your waist and pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling his painfully erect length as his chest panted and his face glistened with you.

“Sei così bello,” he rumbled lowly as you nuzzled your nose lightly against his.

You reached slowly in between your trembling legs and freed him from the confines of his bathing suit.  He stood at attention as you slowly rolled your hips around in his lap, and no sooner had he groaned in satisfaction, he slipped easily inside of you with a pop as electricity flowed through both of your bodies.

And you couldn’t contain yourself.

Your hips rolled into his as you braced yourself on the wooden seating behind David’s head.  You placed sloppy kisses onto his lips that tasted of you as his hands sunk into your thighs.  He filled you in every way you enjoyed, and when he lifted his head and placed it near your ear, you knew you were about to be done for.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs as he begins to pant with each thrust, “and so smart,” he breathes, “…and so…so sexy…” he groans.

“Oh, David,” you breathed as you captured his lips in another long kiss.

The two of you stopped moving as he continued to throb inside of you, the two of you losing yourselves in each other as you flutter your eyes open and smile, breaking the kiss.  Your pelvis ached for your released, but your body longed to be connected with his.

Just a little while longer.

“I love you, David,” you say lightly.

“And I love you, Y/N,” he smiles back.

And the two of you made love in that little steam room of your honeymoon while the snowstorm raged just outside of the walls that protected you.

Dreamlike, she reached out and tried to Borrow the biggest mind in the universe.

She stopped herself just in time, like a child with a toy toboggan who expected a little gentle slope and suddenly looks out of the magnificent mountains, snow-covered, stretching into the icefields of infinity. No one would ever Borrow that mind [of Great A'Tuin], it would be like trying to drink all the sea.
—  equal rites, terry pratchett

Au Bord du Fjord, près Christiania  -  Claude Monet  1895 


On a visit to Norway in the 1890’s Claude Monet took a sleigh ride out of Oslo (then known as Christiania) across the ice-covered fjord: “At last I finally managed to see the sea”, he wrote to his wife back home. “It’s half an hour away from here; you drive the sleigh over the ice until you get to where the fjord is no longer frozen over. It was marvellous! It was such a pleasure, and gave me a delightful motif with the little snow-covered islands nestling low on the water, with mountains in the background.

Source: Marianne Alphant, Claude Monet in Norway (Paris: Fernand Hazan) 1994, p.44