Howdy howdy hey! This is the first fic I've posted on my personal FF account. (My joint account is Shunned By The Multitude- I promise, I'll be updating that one soon!) I wrote this a while back, a couple months at least, and finally got my butt in gear and posted it. I hope you enjoy- I love writing Derek and Penelope, so if you'd like more, I can gladly give you more. :)
There was a definitive thump from the kitchen, just a few feet away from the little bed Derek Morgan had become so used to. Instinctively, his arm looped over his head to grab the gun that lay on the side table. There was no moment of slowly waking up; the thought of danger in the tiny apartment was enough to rapidly clear his head. He was up and out of the bed in seconds, moving to the edge of the room and peering around the edge of the doorframe in full FBI mode. Quickly, however, he realized what was going on when he saw the silhouette with its back to him. Sighing silently, he lay the gun down on a nearby side table and walked without sound to the stove where the silhouette stood. Wrapping his arms around it, he pressed his nose to the person's neck. "Cocoa? At two AM?"
After the initial jump of surprise, hands flew to a round, distended belly. "Chocolate Adonis, you CANNOT do that to me." But she smiled, nuzzling back into him.
Derek laughed quietly. "Shhh, Babygirl. You'll wake him," he teased lightly.
"Or her!" Penelope swatted him with the wooden spoon she held in her hand. "Go to bed!" she hissed, lips still red from the makeup she'd been too tired to take off. He took advantage of her turned head and kissed her sweetly, laying his hands over hers on her stomach. The kiss broke as a gentle kick resonated through her skin. The couple shared a quiet laugh in the dimly lit kitchen as the cocoa bubbled quietly on the stove.
A few minutes later, they were settled on the couch, Penelope laying against Derek's chest with one hand holding her pink mug and the other resting on her stomach. Her eyes drifted closed every now and again between sips of the drink. There was an easy, comfortable silence between them, Derek's fingers tapping out gentle rhythms on Penelope's stomach. When she finished the cup, he lifted her from the sofa and took the cup, depositing it in the sink before returning to her. "Bedtime, silly girl," he whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek. She was too tired to protest, so she let him help her back into the bed. Before climbing in behind her, he moved his pistol back to his bedside table, secure in his position of protecting her, like he always had.
Derek put his arms around her as he shifted in the bed beside her. She lifted her hands lazily to rest on his forearms. "Good night, Babygirl. I love you." His sentiment was met with a quiet snore. Smiling against Penelope's skin, he closed his eyes again, succumbing to the lure of the serenity of sleep.