Penelope grew tense and pulled the blanket delicately over her thighs, playing with the frayed material on the corners. She bit her bottom lip and looked down at the blanket as if it was her lifeline. She wasn't a particular fan of Agent Strauss and she knew of the woman's dislike for her. She had tried to take Derek from her once before and was afraid it was happening again.

"What did she want?" she asked.

"Apparently they want me to be the director of the New York branch. Since the explosion, Strauss doesn't see how my talents are offered here and wants my transfer upstate by the end of the week."

She looked up at him and saw the pained look in his eyes. "Derek, are they not going to even consider rebuilding? You are a strong instrument to this team. How can she just transfer you like a little green soldier? What is she thinking? Why would she..."

"Woman, quit working yourself up," Derek said moving behind his Goddess and rubbing her shoulders in a comforting motion. "You heard what I said to her. I have to talk with my fiancee," he said kissing up her neck. "Which means, I can say yes..." biting her teasingly, "or no..."

Moaning, she leaned her head back, her curls spilling upon his shoulder, her head tilted to the right to give him more room to assault her neck. She moaned as his hands slipped in front to tease her breasts and she jumped at the movement. "Derek, we can't," she sighed sadly.

Derek growled and leaned their bodies back against their pillows. "Woman, you don't know what you do to me. One minute Im frustrated about our jobs and the next all I want to do is make you mine in every way that matters. Damn, why do you still have five weeks?" he sighed closing his eyes.

Penelope studied the strong man in front of her. His eyes were closed so she could observe his strong face and build. His head was tilted toward the ceiling, allowing his neck to stretch, making her salivate with want. His jaw was clenched, one of his many physical forms of finding control. The clenching of his jaw allowed for her to study the veins popping in his neck, his pulse now racing with frustration and desire. His hands were tight against his thighs as she noticed him trying to breathe. She knew the tension he felt after talking to the higher authorities. She knew that, though he would never tell her, their relationship was going to spark problems for everyone in the bureau. He was bottling everything up, a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.

Penelope smirked as she carefully straddled her tense fiancee and pressed her wet lips upon his neck, leaving marks upward. He groaned in response and brought her gently closer to him, allowing himself to feel the electricity from her touch. "Baby girl?" he asked softly, not wanting to crush her desire but knowing they couldn't go much farther without her injuring herself.

"Shhh," she whispered, pressing her lips to his and forcing his head to meet her eyes. "As you said, I have five weeks of recovery time. You, my Adonis, are ready to go," she said with a wink.

"Woman," he said with a gasp as she cupped his growing erection with skill and a touch only Penelope would have.

"Derek, you are my hero every moment of every day. You never break down. Let me, the woman you love, take care of you now. You have a home now. You have a home in me. Let me help my fiancee the best way I can."

Derek looked at the woman he loved and couldn't believe what he saw. He didn't see the cuts or the bruises from the explosion. He didn't see the exhaustion her injuries caused her. He saw the spark he first saw when he called her Gomez. He saw devotion and loyalty he had never encountered before. Though he hadn't been a firm believer in it before, Derek Morgan witnessed unconditional love. He had that love in Penelope Garcia. He only smiled at her and kissed her deeply, giving her permission to assault him any way she pleased.

He had to smile, however, when he kissed her and she giggled in excitement. Here she was pleasing him and she was excited. However his thoughts took a different turn as her tongue and lips did very dangerous things to his body.

Penelope was grateful that they had had their previous attempt, for now her prince was missing a shirt. It made her next job that much more simple. "Lay back," she ordered softly.

"I want..."

"Lay back against the pillows, Derek," she said, this time much firmer.

"Yes mam!" he said leaning back.

"Take off your jeans for me, please," she said, standing up slowly.

Instantly, those jeans flew off his body, Penelope smirking in response. She took in the tent in his boxers and her lust for him grew instantly, like lighting a match near gasoline. "Baby, you don't know what you do to me," she whispered, playing with the hem of her shirt.


"No talking, unless I ask you," she said with a smile. She lowered her frames, winked and asked, "Understood?"

He smiled and leaned back against their bed, "Yes, mam," he said, raising his arms above his head.

Penelope slowly took off her shirt, leaving her in her bra and panties, once again grateful that they had their practice moment earlier. She smirked as his body reacted to her naked form, almost in disbelief. She knew she was bandaged and bruised, however her prince still wanted her.

Choking up her emotions, she looked at her lover and smiled as he rested his head back against his hands. "Now, we are going to work on communicating our desires. You, my dashing chocolate sex stallion, are our participant this afternoon."

"Really?" he asked.

"What did I..."

"Oh yes," he said quieting down, smirking at her attempt to be in control.

"Better," she said with a smile. "Now, I will be monitoring your levels of pleasure from the sounds you give me. If I find that you aren't responding to the highest potential, I will move on to a new area of the body. Does that work for you, Agent Morgan?" she asked.

Derek flashed her a bright smile and leaned himself back. "Yes, Penelope," he said firm.

"Good." She stepped forward to him and placed her hands upon his naked thighs, kissing him deeply while rubbing her thumbs in circles, gripping him tightly. He moved his hands from his head and held her closer, still hooked on her kiss. Penelope pulled him closer to the edge of the bed to allow herself to be in kneeling position. With her injury to her side, she didn't trust her body's ability to be flexible or forgiving.

She studied his head and flashed him a wolf like grin. "Oh, baby, you have been waiting for me, huh?" she said taking a long lick up his shaft. His eyes rolled back to his head at her movement and he began getting dizzy as her mouth played with the top of the head and her hands played with both his chest and his balls.


"What do you want, Derek?" she asked, looking up at his darkened eyes from her position.

Derek moaned as she squeezed him slightly harder, her thumb rubbing him just right. "I want you," he moaned, his hand reaching down and squeezing her left breast in desire.

Penelope leaned down and sucked upon the head once again, his taste making her wet and hungry. Her other hand rose up and massaged his chest, her heart growing in excitement as she felt his beating heart spin out of control.

"Do you want my mouth on you, Derek?" she asked, now kissing upon his defined hip bones that she had dreamed of for so long.

"Yes," he moaned gripping her breast and her hair tightly. The clip she had had in her hair was long gone and her curls flew down her shoulders.

"Or do you want these?" Penelope asked, adjusting herself so her bra clad breasts wrapped upon his long thick shaft, bobbing her chest up and down.

No woman had ever been this beautiful to him. The visual was sending his mind spinning. "Penelope," he growled, tugging her hair upward. Her head lifted up and she met his lips in a passion filled kiss.

Her mind was spinning and she knew he would be exploding in a matter of moments. Instead of kissing his lips, her head leaned down and she took him in her mouth, scratching his thighs with her nails and that send him out of control.

He let loose a growl that set her on fire. She swallowed all of him, licking all that remained from his release. His breath was shallow as he fell back upon the bed, his hand wiping the sweat from his forehead as he attempted to have his mind catch up with his heart.

Penelope kissed his inner thighs softly and when she noticed his eyes were closed and his body was relaxed, she moved her way to the bathroom and quickly rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash. She was sore and she knew her body wouldn't be forgiving her that easily, but her ego was through the roof. With pride, she slipped on his blue dress shirt that was hanging from the doorway and walked to meet her prince in their bed.

When she walked back in the room, he was now under the covers, smiling at her with exhaustion in his features. She slowly moved to her side of the bed and allowed him to gently pull her into an embrace. With a quick kiss to her lips, he rubbed his thumb upon her cheek and looking down upon her face. "Thank you," he whispered. "I don't know what I would do without you."

She smiled and kissed him quickly. "I want an afternoon nap," she whispered, leaning into his chest.

"Anything you wish, Goddess," he said leaning his head against the pillows. He then heard a familiar bark and a small howl from their back yard and he groaned as he realized that their dogs want to be let in. "Mmmm... not till dinner," he moaned into his Goddess's hair.

"Now, that is no way to talk about our children," Penelope said with a smirk, her eyes closed and her head leaning into his chest. "Go get Clooney and Standing Bear," she whispered.


"Anything I wish?" she said meeting his sleepy eyes.

With an eye roll, he got out of bed and slipped on his boxers. "Woman, you don't know what you do to me," he said with a laugh. When he turned around she was already asleep, her open arms waiting for him to climb into bed to meet her. He leaned against the doorframe and whispered, "I love you, Penelope Morgan," and moved downstairs to check their phones and their dogs.