They'd made their way to the bed, and while Derek's lips were hitting all the right spots, she wasn't able to concentrate. So she pushed him away. "Have you ever gone out with Marissa Smithsonian?" she asked pointblank.

Derek sighed as he collapsed onto the mattress beside her. "What?" he asked in disbelief. She was thinking about another woman? His game must be waaaay off.

"Have you ever gone out with Marissa Smithsonian?" she repeated.

Derek groaned. "Garcia, I am in a hotel room. With you. The last thing I want to be discussing is Marissa Smithsonian. I've been waiting a long time…for this."

"Oh, you have not," she said, giving him a light slap on the arm.

He gave her a stern look.

"Have you?" she asked in shock.

"How many times have I asked you out?"

"You have never asked me out," she said with certainty.

"Really? How many times have I had two tickets somewhere, and you're never available?" he asked.

"Well…you weren't asking me out," She argued.

"Wasn't I?" he shot back.

"Were you?"

He laughed as he nodded. "Yes. You're a hard woman to ask out, Penelope Garcia."

"You…you wanted to go out with me?"

"Yes! That's why I asked."

Penelope didn't know what to say. So she said nothing, just lay there. She lifted a hand to her head, running her fingers through it in thought.

"Talk to me," Derek commanded.

"I…I'm feeling like a fool," she told him honestly.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because here I've been…insanely attracted to you all this time, and you've felt the same way."

"Actually…I don't," he said.

She turned to look at him.

He grinned at her. "I'm not insanely attracted to me. I'm insanely attracted to you."

She lifted an eyebrow at him. "Thank God," she said in a teasing tone.

Derek laughed as he lifted himself up and leaned over to kiss her. "So, can we get forget about Marissa Smithsonian and get back to us? I think we're a hell of a lot more interesting."

She smiled softly at him as she nodded.

"Good," he said, as he sat up. He threw a leg over her belly so he was straddling her. "Can you untie your dress for me?" he asked.

She nodded, her eyes on his as she lifted her neck off the bed and reached up behind her to loosen the tie. She leaned back and pulled the straps in front of her. Derek reached out and took them from her hands and pulled the front of her dress beneath her breasts. He growled at the sight. "That has to go next," he said, moving down to her thighs so she could sit up and undo her bra.

There was barely an inch between them as she reached behind and unbuckled her bra. It had just fallen to her waist when Derek reached up and skimmed his palms over her nipples. They hardened underneath his touch, and he moved his hands aside, then leaned down and covered her peak with his mouth.

"Derek," she gasped.

"Sssh," he scolded. "I'm enjoying this."

So was she.

When he pulled his mouth away to say the words, the cool air against her skin made her shiver. He returned his mouth to her breast, his tongue moving back and forth roughly over her nipple. He moved to the other one, lavishing it with the same consideration.

When he pulled away, he looked up and her head was thrown back. Derek leaned forward, his mouth trailing kisses across her neck. He could feel her pulse beating rapidly underneath his lips. She fell back on the mattress, and he went with her, his kisses becoming quicker and harder. He straightened his legs, and his thighs were resting between hers. She lifted her knees, her legs at an angle as the bottoms of her feet came to rest on the sheet. He felt her thighs tighten against his, as if to hold him in place. He pulled his upper body away from hers and reached up, tugging at the back of his t-shirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it off to the side as he looked down at Penelope.

She grinned up at him and suddenly all he wanted was to be inside of her. He stood up and unbuttoned his jeans, and she was immediately at his side. She began to shimmy out of her dress, and his hands stilled, his eyes glued to her. It wasn't until the fabric pooled at her feet that he was able to finish undressing himself.

He straightened and reached for the stand beside the bed. His eyes met hers, and he grinned, shaking the can he was holding. He took a step towards her, and squeezed a trail of whipped cream along the curve in her neck and across her shoulder.

She started to laugh, and he leaned down, licking and sucking at her skin. Her laughter died in her throat, a sigh escaping from her lips. "This is gonna be messy," she said.

"Damn," Derek said with mock disappointment. He smirked at her. "I guess we'll just have to shower, then."

"Now there's an idea," she said throatily, pulling the whipped cream from his hand. She lifted an eyebrow, a smirk of her own gracing her face, and fell to her knees before him. She shook the can, then made a trail along his length. The coolness of the whipped cream caused him to shiver, but it was soon replaced with the heat from her mouth. She moved her tongue around him, then put her mouth on just his tip and began to suck.

Derek growled and reached down for her shoulders. He gave them a soft tug, and she looked up at him questioningly.

"If you keep that up, I'm gonna come," he told her. "And I want the first time I come for you, to be inside of you."

She stood, throwing the whipped cream to the side and moved backwards towards the bed, her gaze never leaving his. She lay down on the bed as he stood there watching her, then spread her legs. Derek moved to the bed and resumed his position between her legs. "Lift your hips," he commanded.

She did as he told her, and he reached for a pillow, placing it beneath her hips. "You ready?" he asked huskily.

She nodded, and he reached down between her legs to make sure. He slid a finger inside of her, pleased to find her wet and ready. He removed his finger, and leaned down to kiss her. His tongue slid slowly inside of her mouth as his length slid slowly inside of her opening. His hands reached for hers, and he laced their fingers together.

When he'd pushed fully inside of her, she lifted her hips higher and wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him. "Just…stay here for a minute," she begged.

He brought his lips to hers again, his kiss tender and sweet.

After a moment, he began to move his hips, his rhythm slow and steady. His gaze never left hers; his pace never quickened.

Penelope had never had it happen like this before. Her body would stiffen as if getting ready for release, then Derek would stop, holding himself inside of her again, pausing for a moment before resuming his pace. Her body was hot and slick, and she was ready. "Derek," she begged.

His hands squeezed hers, and this time, when he began to move, his pace was swift and sure. He thrust in and out of her over and over again until she felt her body stiffen for the last time. "Derek," she finally whimpered.

He felt her knees tighten around his waist and pushed inside of her for the last time, his body collapsing down onto hers with a satisfied grunt.

His felt her body begin to shake and lifted his head to study her face.

Her eyes were dancing and she was biting her lower lip, until a giggle escaped. When it did, it was as if a damn broke and she couldn't stop.

"What in the hell are you laughing at?" he asked.

She sighed contentedly. "That was so much better than I ever imagined."

"Not that is what a guy likes to hear," he said, his mouth coming down onto hers.


A few hours later, Derek grinned at Penelope. "I think I purchased these sheets," he told her, lifting his head to look at the chocolate smudges on the white linens.

Penelope grinned. "Good. We can reuse them. There's no sense in ruining another set."

"Darlin'," Derek said in a low tone. "If you wanna do that again, I'll buy you a set of sheets for every damn day of the week."

Penelope laughed. "No bribing necessary. I will definitely let you do that to me again. I might even beg."

Derek chuckled, then reached over and pulled her against him. "You know, if we spend the night and have breakfast, that makes it two dates. And you know what that means," he said solemnly.

"What?" she asked.

"That means we're day-ting," he told her.

Penelope groaned and pulled the sheet up over her head. "Oh, my God!" she said.

"What?" Derek asked, pulling the sheet down to reveal her face.

"I put out on our first date," she said. "I'm a slut!"

"One of my very favorite things about you," he teased as his phone beeped. Derek sighed as he read the text message, and then threw the phone across the room.

"Reid again?" Penelope asked, snuggling closer to him.

He tightened his hold on her. "Yep. You couldn't cough up three more pennies?" he teased.

Penelope laughed. "Reid's been good to me lately. I had to give him what he wanted."

"Hot damn, Garcia," Derek said with a laugh. "You keep giving us what we want, and we are gonna have one happy Behavioral Analysis Unit," he teased.

Penelope laughed at that.


"What are you doing?" Derek asked as he opened his eyes the next morning.

"Just…waiting for you to wake up," she said with a wicked grin.


She pulled the sheet off of him and was greeted with the sight of an impressive morning salute. She threw a leg over his hips and lowered herself down onto him.

"What are you doing?" he hissed.

"Just…saying good morning," she said innocently.

"How are you so wet already?" he managed to get out as he thrust his hips upward. It was as if he couldn't get far enough inside of her.

"All it takes is one look at ya," she informed him.

"Do you walk around like this at work?" he asked, his hands grasping her hips. She was wearing his t-shirt and it was too tight for her, but it still looked sexy on her. Especially when he could make out her pebbled nipples through the fabric. That alone was enough to get him off.

"Only sometimes," she said.

"How in the hell—" Before he could finish his sentence, he felt his body go rigid. "Damn," he said.

"Already?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Me, too," she said, as she leaned down to kiss him.

He pushed her away, his breathing ragged.

"How in the hell am I supposed to work all day long knowing you're walking around all wet and ready?" he asked, panic setting in.

She grinned. "It's not all the time," she said.

"Good," he said with a sigh of relief.

"Just when you're there," she said with a sinful grin.

***THE END***