Note- This story takes place in between season two episode thirteen, which was called No Way Out (Frank at the diner in Nevada) and season two episode fourteen, which was called The Big Game (couples getting murdered on Super Bowl Sunday).

At the start of The Big Game the team is at the bar and Penelope watches Derek dancing. This fic goes back to the week before when she is doing the same thing. During The Big Game, when Derek is dancing the song playing is Push It by Rick Ross. In this fic he is dancing to Yo, Excuse Me Miss by Chris Brown, a hit in 2006.

Strike A Match

Chapter One

Last week in January 2007

The base in the song thrummed through his hot, hard body as her eyes devoured him whole. Damn, when it came to turning him on she could do more with just the look in her eyes than most women could do with their whole bodies.

For all the scorching moments they ever shared- mainly verbal but sometimes they could start a fire with just one look or lingering touch- there was none hotter then this one. Penelope was practically drooling over him as he moved on the dance floor.

Derek decided to put on a show for her. If his baby girl wanted to see him move then he was gonna really make it worth her while.

It didn't matter that there were other women all over him. He was shaking and gyrating, pulsating with lust, all for his baby girl.

His eyes stayed locked on hers as sweat beaded his brow, music pounded through the air and vibrated against his body, as he got more and more turned on by the blatantly lustful way she gazed at him. This wasn't the first time,not by a long shot, that he got up to dance at the bar and she stayed at the table. But never before did he glance over and see this level of unmasked desire in her eyes as she watched him.

Sure she always looked at him like she wanted him. And he looked at her the same way back. But the look in her eye tonight was more. Amplified. Kicked up ten thousand notches. Way too hot to ignore. Way too tempting for Derek to resist.

Pure lust without all the friendship, devotion, and love that made him shy away. She wasn't looking at him in that sweet, sexy way. That he could deal with but this was making him crazed.

He had no armor for this kind of look.

A come here, baby, and fuck me hard look. One that said she didn't give a damn if he, or anyone else, knew that watching him dance got her completely hot, wet and ready.

Just thinking about her being in that state...damn.... he couldn't seem to stop his body from reacting to it. This time she wasn't on the other end of the phone and they weren't at work where they had to be good.

He usually could convince himself that there were plenty of reasons why they were better as just friends and then he could get through another frustrating, horny night. Or he could fuck some other woman and pretend that was just as good as being with Penelope would be.

But tonight....lies and second best weren't gonna cut it.

He was getting hard just looking at her across that crowded bar. Moving his hips and shaking his ass just to get her nice and silky slick for him.

They always knew just how to make each other hot. This time, Derek decided as he moved off the dance floor, they needed to put that heat to good use.

He wanted to get between those creamy, white thighs of hers so bad that he could almost taste her on his tongue. He bet she tasted just as sweet as she looked. And fucked just as dirty as she talked.

Derek licked his lips and did nothing to staunch the hunger in his eyes. Leaning close to her ear, after he made his way to their table, he whispered "You like that, baby girl? My sexy little voyeur. You ready to do more than just stare?"

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His deep, sex filled voice sent shivers down her spine. When Derek Morgan seduced a woman she knew she was seduced, that was for sure.

Ever since the day they met they had been playing games but tonight wasn't playing, not for her. She came to the bar right after having the most delicious little shower session where she fantasized about his hands gripping her wet thighs, his dick thrusting deep into her, hitting that spot that no man ever managed to find before, and sending her into a screaming orgasm. Biting his shoulder as she clung to him, soapy and limp, his mouth sucking on her neck as she just hung on for dear life, her legs locked tight around his back.

Such a fucking hot little fantasy.

It was about the millionth one she had about him but this one was especially good and got her especially worked up. She got herself off by rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples but even after her body stopped shaking she was still aching for a better release.

Late for meeting her friends, Penelope had no time to pull out her toys and let her thick, long black dildo take the ache away.

She rushed to get dressed, jumped in Esther and high tailed it to the bar only to walk in on Derek getting his groove thing on with about five different women grinding against him on the dance floor. Just seeing him move like that got her mind thrown back into her earlier fantasy.

She couldn't look away. Couldn't pretend anymore that he was just some hottie friend she liked to tease with her dirty words.

She didn't talk that way to Hotch or Reid, and she sure never had nasty phone sex marathons with JJ or Emily. The reason was pretty obvious: Penelope didn't want to fuck any of them. She wanted to fuck the hell out of Derek though.

Why pretend otherwise? Just because he didn't like commitment?

At this moment she wasn't thinking about commitment, like she had been thinking before and he knew that. No, in this moment, right or wrong, sin or sinfully delicious idea, all she was thinking about was getting that man naked and getting her lips around his dick, his hands grabbing her bare ass, his mouth sucking her nipples till she screeched in pleasure and begged for his mouth to suck her clit just as hard and good.

God, was she horny tonight. And he was the only one she wanted to fuck.

He smelled so good. He was wearing that cologne he brought after she told him she loved the scent. And he looked sexy as all get out in his dark wash jeans and his black sweater that hugged his chest just right to show off the muscles she knew he worked hard to keep sculpted to perfection.

How she wanted to touch those muscles. Lick those muscles. Lick his tattoos. She had them all memorized. Watching him play basketball in the summer was all about seeing him with a shirt off- she didn't give a damn about that sport and barely knew who was winning at any given point in time.

But she knew his lion tattoo like the back of her hand. And she knew every inch of that chest he had. She desperately wanted to know every inch of what he hid in his jeans.

Penelope Garcia never knew lust like she knew it over her Hot Stuff. And, God help her, she had to satisfy this endless ache for him. Her sex actually was throbbing....begging for it....making her brain turn off and shut up for once.

Making her bite her bottom lip, look deep in Derek's eyes, and nod. Yeah she was ready to do more than stare at him.

Was he ready to make all her dirty fantasies come true? Or was he just doing what he always did? Leading her to water but not letting her drink.

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"Come on, Garcia, lets go get another round for the table."

"Sure thing, baby."

At the bar Derek ordered some drinks. He leaned against it, with his body angled toward Penelope, and looked down at her. Their eyes held, heat sizzling between them, while he asked "For real?"

"If you move fast enough. I'm not in the mood, sug, to be kept waiting."

A long moment passed "My ride. Ten minutes from now." Throwing some money on the bar he walked out.

Penelope watched him leave and swallowed hard. Her tingling pussy and pebbled nipples said she would be out there in his SUV in nine minutes and fifty nine seconds.

And if all their friends knew what was up then good for them. Right now she really didn't give a fuck what anyone thought. She just wanted to get laid. But only if she was getting it put to her by the hottest, sexiest, funniest, bravest best guy she ever met.

With a smile on her lips she tore her eyes away from the door. In less than ten minutes she would find out if Morgan was really for real this time. He better be. She was way too turned on to forgive him if he backed out now.