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This is wrong. Oh, no, no, no, this is just completely, utterly, totally wrong. Penelope Garcia thought to herself. But she couldn't stop the little thrills of pleasure coursing through her veins as she continued to kiss Derek Morgan, right smack in the middle of her office.
His hands encircled her waist, fingers playing with the hem of her shirt, the silk fabric lightly rising and falling against her back. This only raised her awareness of his body, tight against hers, and she almost gasped out. Damn, he was a wonderful kisser.
She contemplated releasing herself and sending him away, back to whatever case he was working on, back to whatever sent him here in the first place. She decided against it. Might as well enjoy this while it lasts. She was aware of his tongue poking her lips, asking for entrance, and smiled against his mouth.
As their bodies crushed together, Morgan felt his back press against a wall and Garcia press her lips against his even harder. He didn't know what caused this sudden urgency, but he certainly wasn't complaining.
Morgan had dreamt about kissing those ruby red lips of hers for a while. Every single time she smiled at him, that flash of white against red, he couldn't help but smile back.
And it wasn't just that, it was everything she did. When she teased him over the phone, when she giggled or poked fun at him, when she said something embarrassing and her face went all fiery red, he loved it.
He loved it all.
They stumbled against the wall, Morgan flipping around so it was her back to it now, and continued kissing. Garcia had no idea how she could enjoy something so much.
Something vibrated in Morgan's pocket, and he ignored it until the insistent ringing annoyed him, and Garcia gasped, "Hot stuff, I'm praying that's your phone."
Irritated, he reached into his pocket, took a second to collect his breath, and flipped it open. "Yeah, Morgan."
The angered voice of Hotch filled his ear. "Morgan, where are you? Reid's been looking everywhere, and we're just about to start the briefing."
Morgan stole a glance at Garcia, who was hastily adjusting her shirt and fixing her glasses. She looked back at him, wide-eyed, and gave him a tiny smile. "Yeah, um, I was just in Garcia's office, looking through the Johnson case. I'll be right there."
Hotch hung up, and Derek flipped his phone shut. Garcia had since moved to the computer, and was busy pressing buttons, trying to appear that she was very busy, and failing miserably. He smiled at her. "So, uh…"
She cut him off. "You'd better get to that briefing, hun. Hotch is not one to mess with."
Morgan stayed silent for a second, before running a hand over his head, searching for something to say. "…Yeah, you're right."
She kept her eyes glued to the screen, willing herself not to cry, because she already knew what look would be on Morgan's face. I can't believe I thought that Morgan and I had a chance. He seems so pissed. Serves me right, letting myself go like that. He just probably thinks of me as just another girl.
Derek eyed her carefully. Garcia seemed composed, collected to him, not the woman who he had just made out with. Maybe she regrets it already. He sighed, and turned to leave. "I'll see you later, baby girl. Um, maybe we could talk…"
He saw the shake of her head, up and down, and that was his cue to leave. Morgan shut the door behind him, and sighed. He was an idiot.
A/N: There may be some people who recognize this story. That's because I posted this up a couple years ago and took it down because life was getting in the way and I felt that it shouldn't be up if I couldn't give it my all. Now I've realized that I should have better time management, so it's back up! This will be a revamped version, with only the first couple chapters the same, so if you did read it, you're in for a treat. Remember, read, review, and enjoy!