As We Lay (with Ukuleles)

The sun blares into the window and she is entwined in his body as wet licks are placed on her cheek. Clooney she murmurs as she looks for her glasses.

Penelope hates when she forgets to close her bedroom door. She loves Clooney but she hates his morning breath and his unique way of waking her up with a monsoon mix of wet kisses and hot breath.

She didn't remember having sex with Sam last night—the first time she played the ukulele for him they made out and he slept over—strictly PG... Well PG-13. Sam was all delectable with his clef chin and blue eyes - she didn't want to rush things like she did with Kevin. Penelope didn't want to wind up in an instant relationship for 4 years. She hoped Clooney didn't give Sam the same treat of monsoon kisses and stinky breath, because like Kevin, he would probably grow to hate Clooney. She should walk him, she thought.

As she raised her head to reach out for her glasses – the weight of the movement became unbearable and she could feel all of the tequila, mojitos, and champagne she consumed the night before.

Clooney watches her with eager eyes; his tail waving frantically. Yes, she thought, I will be walking you soon – I just can't wake up Sam. She continued to reach for her glasses on the nightstand, when she realizes that the arm around her isn't Sam's. Unless Sam slept in a tanning bed instead of with her last night.

She notices that the sheets aren't yellow – they're champagne and satin... she thinks, feeling the texture. She realizes this isn't her bed because as she reaches for her nightstand she feels nothing but air.

The tan blurry arm pulls her closer, as his hand cups her left breast and murmurs baby girl. He kisses her shoulder; his hand travels possessively between her breast and stomach as if it was walking their favorite route. She gasps for air, as she remembers last night. She didn't forget a thing, it (y'know the memory of amazing-earth-rotation-shifting- sex) was just misplaced. Derek begins to kiss, lick, and gently bite - her neck as he makes his way from her shoulder to her ear – his roaming hand travels down to her thighs – she calls out his full name with authority and sits straight up.

"Garcia?" He says with wonder, "I thought I was dreaming," he says as he takes in the situation.

"How did we— I mean I remember –" he looked over at her, "I remember everything – last night was—"

"A mistake," she said trying to finish his sentence with an air of finality, "I mean you have a girlfriend and she loves you and I love you to but not in that way—I don't know what I was thinking." She said reaching for what looked liker her clothes.

She starts getting dressed and says "you can't tell her about this—I mean she already weird towards me and now she will freakin' hate me. I mean Kevin always feared we were doing this behind his back and I can only imagine…"

"Jordan and I aren't serious Penelope and I"

"We did tequila," she interrupted him exasperatedly, "Derek, we both did shots at JJ's anniversary party because of your fear of commitment and then boom we wind up in bed together—you are just trying to sabotage your relationship and I won't let you do it!"

She is almost fully dressed now.

"Maybe this was inevitable?" he said as he propped himself up. It was amusing to watch her flit around his bedroom like a sir crazy butterfly.

"Inevitable? Have you been pining for me handsome?" She said as she looked for her glasses.

"What if I am? He teased

"Well if you consider wooing -bedding almost every long-legged-sexy-vixen in the DC area —you are seriously romantically challenged," she said choosing the comedic exit.

He held out her glasses and she sat down next to him as she put them on.

"You have a girlfriend who is fabulous – don't make me an exit strategy"

"Ok, how about destination?" he proposed.

She rolled her eyes, "Please promise me this changes nothing."

"Seriously, Penelope I"

"Promise me – Derek Michael Morgan," she said firmly

"Only if you kiss me," he challenged.

"But why would we-"

Before she could finish the question he decided to just take it. She smelled delicious and her hair was so soft and slightly curly. She tasted like mojitos but her lips were just as soft as he always thought they would be. His tongue explored her mouth as he tilted her head for more access. As a moan escaped her mouth, he pulls her on top of him and she began to caress his chest as his free hand caresses her bottom. She could feel his firmness growing and her body became not her own. Her body wanted him and as stubble tickled her neck her brain resisted. No she said as she pushed herself off of him. "I can't let you do this Derek- I can't let us do this."

She grabbed her shoes and said "trust me you will thank me."

"Now take a shower," she ordered.

She went downstairs and freshened up her face up, made a pot of coffee, and took Clooney out for a quick walk.

On her way back, Jordan was pulling up.

"Garcia what are you doing here?"

"I had too much to drink at JJ & Will's party – Derek let me crash here. We missed you last night!" She said trying to be super friendly and ease her guilty feelings.

"I – I wasn't invited…" she said regretfully and Penelope wanted to kick herself for bringing that up.

Jordan continued, "You're Derek's best friend right?" She said looking at Penelope worried.

"Yes," she said wondering where this line of questioning was going. Did she have a sign on her head that said I just F$%ked Derek Morgan?

"Sometimes I'm so jealous of you because he lets you into his head… I think he wants to be with me but then he pushes me away—I mean 8 months so far and I feel like we met yesterday… it's so frustrating Garcia."

"Trust me – he cares about you- his longest relationship before you was 3 weeks and that was like 7 years ago. You're special" she said trying to console her, "he's just trying to figure things out … he's in uncharted territory –" Penelope's guilt made her search for more clichés to feed her so that both of their souls would be at ease.

"Don't give up on him," Penelope urged her as she opened the door.

"Derek we're back," she called through the house.

"Penelope I -" – he stopped immediately when he saw Jordan was with her.

"Hey baby," Jordan said smiling and giving him a kiss.

Penelope took the leash off of Clooney and said—"you two lovebirds enjoy the day." She turned to the cute couple and said, "Thanks for lending me your couch D."

"Let me walk you out—" he offered as he stepped away from Jordan.

"No need I have to hurry back and get rested and caffeinated—I am playing the Ukulele tonight for Sam"

Jordan smiled and said "I hope to play the ukulele for Derek tonight," thinking it was a euphemism for sex.

"That's my cue… later doves," Penelope said as she put her hand in the air and walked to the door.

As the cab drove her home, Penelope began to feel confident that things would be the same on Monday. Derek would realize that they wound up in bed because of his fear and she hoped that her body would be able to forget the best sex she ever had. Isn't that a Drake song, she thought - see, the memory is becoming smaller and smaller, she said smiling to herself.