Chapter 11- The epilogue

Penelope was laying flat on her stomach, sleeping when she woke herself up snoring a little. She reached over to the nightstand to look at the alarm clock: eleven! Oh, God, she was late! She flipped over to wake Derek up, and saw nothing in the spot where he was.

Her heart started to jerk a bit. Did she just dream last night? She moved a little bit. No, she was too sore in certain spots of have dreamt what happened. Then she heard a little bit of commotion coming from the other room. She sighed a little bit, and relaxed back into the pillows. No reason to jump out of bed; she was already four hours late for work. What was a few more minutes?

She thought about last night and blushed a little bit. After they fell asleep, she woke up again in the middle of the night to warm kisses on her neck, her collarbones, her breasts. Lord, the man was insatiable! Not that she was complaining…

"Good Morning," he said, coming into the room carrying a mug of coffee and a muffin.

She sat up, gratefully accepted the coffee, took a big sip, and then said, "We are so late; everyone is going to worry."

He smiled, leaning over to kiss her forehead. "I called Hotch early and said that we both needed the day to recuperate."

Her mouth fell open. "You didn't!"

He grinned back, and she turned a very pleasant scarlet color.

"I am never going to be able to show my face there again," she groaned, handing him the mug again and laying back, her forearm over her eyes.

"Nonsense, my little drama queen. I'm not going to hide how much I love you. Besides," he said, a half grin. "I said we had to recuperate because we were both sick; you didn't let me finish."

"Oh you!" she said, sitting up quickly and whacking him with her pillow.

"Hey, the coffee! Don't spill the coffee," he said, standing up from the side of the bed.

He looked back at her, sitting there with the sheet around her waist, her upper torso completely bare. Interest flared again in his eyes, and she pulled the sheet up a bit more, blushing for a different reason completely.

"Derek," she said, smiling at him winsomely. Insatiable. Really, really insatiable.

"Okay, I understand, I'll be good," he said, taking her hand and making her stand up in front of him. His gaze swooped over her once, twice, lingering a little more that he should. He gave a low whistle. "Woman, you are a sight to behold."

She turned in his arms and gave him a gentle kiss. "Thank you."

He paused for a second, then sighed, handing her the coffee mug again. "Here, take a sip, then let's get you in the bath. I'll wash your back."

"Not my front?" she asked innocently.

The pained look he gave her was comical. "Get in the tub."

She burst out laughing. Life with him was going to be very interesting. She handed him the mug back. "Sure thing, hot stuff," she said, swinging her hips with more than a bit of exaggeration.

Watching her cute butt walk towards the bathroom, he smiled, thanking his lucky stars. He was trying to resist, he really was. He surrendered; there was no way he could fight against that! He thought about it and smiled. Definitely a sweet surrender.