Derek Morgan tossed and turned in his bed, his body drenched in sweat. His eyes rolled back into his head and his fists clenched the bed sheets sprawled around him. His heart was racing, his lips almost bleeding from him biting down too hard... But he wasn't having a nightmare. Derek Morgan was having a sex dream.

"Aww, yeah, baby, just like that," he moaned, throwing his head back against the pillow. The girl between his legs currently sucking his cock and playing with his balls let out a small giggle, making his hips thrust off the bed involuntarily as the vibrations from her throat increased his pleasure.

She slipped him out of her mouth, teasing him by licking the head of his cock and then pumping the rest of him with her hand. "You're so fucking easy, Derek."

He groaned again, lifting his head to look at the talented woman on top of him. He saw blonde hair, big brown eyes, and cupid lips painted a deep red. "Fuck me,"

"Oh, I intend to," she said as she crawled up his body. Right as she grabbed him in her hand to line him up to her entrance, a loud incessant ringing began to blare into his ears. The image before him faded, the blonde goddess blowing him a taunting kiss before disappearing completely...

Suddenly, Derek jerked up from his bed with a large gasp. The phone on the nightstand vibrated across the dark wood and loud ringing ensued. He snatched it up and answered gruffly, "Yeah, it's Morgan."

"Morgan, we got a case downtown. The team is meeting at the BAU in 20 minutes," Hotch said on the other line.

"Yeah, alright, I'll see you soon."

He hung up the phone and looked around at his surroundings. The sheets on his bed were everywhere and his wife-beater shirt was clinging to him with sweat. He looked down and saw his giant erection straining against the fabric of him boxer briefs and he let out a sigh. He didn't have time to take care of himself so he settled on a cold shower instead. He got up from the bed and stripped his clothes, tugging his cock a few times as he entered the bathroom. He needed to get laid. These dreams were getting more and more graphic every night. The image of the girl was clearer than she was before though. For a moment, Derek could have sworn the girl was...

"Nah," he shook his head and stepped into the ice cold shower.

Derek walked into the BAU bullpen, stirring the sugar into his steaming cup of coffee.

"Morning, hotstuff," Garcia grinned as she breezed into the room. "Sleep well?"

Derek sputtered the coffee he had just taken a sip of and Garcia's eyes widened in shock. "Excuse me, what?" he asked when he found his voice again.

"I was just asking if you slept well?" She repeated, raising a perfectly trimmed eyebrow. "You look a little tired."

"Oh, yeah, uhm, dreams," he muttered.

"Bad dreams?" She suddenly became concerned, remembering him calling her in the middle of the night because of nightmares.

"No, no, nothing like that," he waved her off, but before he could elaborate, Hotch called them from the briefing room.

During the briefing, Derek suddenly took more notice of Penelope. Not that he never noticed her before, she was his best friend after all, but he never really payed close attention to her attributes. She had a beautiful face and an exceedingly gorgeous body. He was a little obsessed with her tits, something he admitted to her when he was drunk a few years back, and she had the perfect rotund behind. She was growing her blonde locks out and she was now keeping her bangs to the side of her face rather than right on top of her eyebrows. He liked the red hair she had a few years back, but if he was honest, he adored her blonde hair.

Her soft, blonde hair brushed his thighs as she bobbed her head up and down, her hand gripping the base of his cock and pumping, up down, up down, up down, sqeeze...

Jerking himself out of his reverie, Derek shocked the people around him when he accidentally smacked his knees on the round table.

"Morgan, are you okay?" Hotch asked, his eyebrows in a tight furrow, like usual.

"Uhh, yeah, sorry. Felt like a bug was crawling on my ankle or something," he said, hoping that the room full of profilers didn't hear his nervous tone, but knowing they probably did. Hotch nodded and continued on about the case while Derek rubbed his eyes, trying to erase the images from his head.

After the briefing, everyone began to disperse from the room to get ready to go downtown for the case, but Garcia stayed back along with Derek.

"Hey," she greeted quietly. "Are you okay, handsome? You look a little pale."

"Yeah, I'm fine, babygirl. Just a lot on my mind..." He basically told the truth. He did have a lot on his mind at the moment, just none of it was appropriate to voice out loud.

"Are you sure?" she pursed her heart shaped lips in question.

Her rose colored lips wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling in circles and between the slit where precum was gathering...

"I- I need to go," he exclaimed and rushed out the room quickly before she, or anyone else, noticed the slight bulge in his jeans.

After 29 hours of no sleep, gun shots, injured people, and two bomb threats, the team finally brought in the unsubs threatening downtown Quantico. The BAU team was thankful they were able to finally go home and get some rest, all except for Derek. Although his body needed it, he dreaded going to sleep and being haunted by the beautiful temptress in his dreams. He was growing more and more frustrated throughout the long hours of work when flashes of the woman interrupted his line of thinking while making decisions that could affect not only him, but everyone around him during a difficult and delicate situation.

"You ready to go home?" Penelope asked from behind him and Derek almost jumped out of his skin. Noticing his visible flinch, Garcia let out an annoyed sigh. "Derek Morgan, what the hell is going on with you today?"

He sighed and turned to face her. Maybe he should just tell her about his sex dreams? She'd probably either laugh at him or tell him to go out and get laid. When he looked up from his shoes he noticed something different about his babygirl. Her glasses were missing and she was looking up at him with large brown eyes.

Her eyes, dark as mahogany, shone in the dim light, taking him in, all of him, seducing him, calling out to him, wanting to devour him...

"It's you," he breathed out, his hand dramatically covering his mouth as he stared at her, stunned. She was the woman in his dreams. The flashes he was getting from the past few weeks suddenly became clear in his mind. Penelope Garcia was the temptress.

"What?" She asked, her eyes squinting at him. "Of course it's me, who else would it be?"

He shook his head. He had to get out of here, away from his thoughts, away from her. "Garcia, I have to go."

"Derek-"

But he was already gone, practically running out the the BAU and into the elevators.

When he got home, Derek immediately went into the bathroom to shower. He needed to just let go and let the images overtake him. Maybe if he found release then the dreams would stop?

Finally deciding to take matters into his own hands, quite literally, he grabbed his cock and began slowly pumping up and down as the scenes from all his dreams morphed together. Penelope bent over his desk at work, Penelope getting him off with her mouth and hands, Penelope riding him as he watched her breasts bounce up and down, her nails scratching down his chest, her moans filling his ears, her eyes rolling into the back of her head in bliss.

"Oh, fuck!" Derek shouted as he came all over the shower wall. He braced himself with his forearm on the wall and his head leaning against it, his breath ragged.

Later on as he slipped into bed, Derek hoped that his dreams wouldn't haunt him tonight, hoped that his release in the shower was viable enough for them to go away. But as he closed his eyes and felt sleep slowly overtake him, he knew this was only the beginning. The dreams wouldn't subside until he had the real thing.

Until he had Penelope.

End chapter one! Haha This may be only two/three chapters long, depending on how much I can spit out before my vacation next week. Now hit that comment button, my friends! :)