A/N: This story takes place after the events in The Internet Is Forever, therefore a SPOILER Warning applies.

I was struck by Morgan's reaction when he was interviewing one of the suspects who had child porn on his computer. It made me wonder about how much it affected him. I gotta say, I love where this went!

WARNING : STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT – Note: The reason for the M-rating starts at the very beginning of the story. Please take careful note if that is not your cup of tea! Otherwise, read and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Criminal Minds. I'm just playing a little lot :)

Curling her fists uselessly into the fabric of the couch beneath her, Penelope thrust her hips upward, reaching eagerly for the hot, wet mouth that was currently driving away any vestige of sanity she had left. Derek slid his hands higher, along her naked thighs, pushing her robe up further as he went. He took a tighter grasp of her hips and tugged her forward. Bringing her closer. Just that much closer to his tongue, which tore through her sweet center. His tongue licked and swirled, lips teased and sucked as she chanted his name above him, softly, steadily, mantra-like, writhing in his grasp.

The path his hands had taken over her skin left fire singing through her veins in its wake, but when his mouth had followed, the inferno blazed out of control.

He was intent on pleasuring her, but really it seemed as if he were taking just as much, as if her pleasure was feeding a deeper need in him.

Half an hour earlier

Penelope stumbled out of the steamed up bathroom bare-footed, hurriedly tying a knee-length, peach-flowered robe about her body. The silken material clung to her wet skin and she absentmindedly blew an unruly tendril of steam-curled red hair out of her face. Unbidden, her mind flew to the last time someone had knocked at her door in the middle of the night while she was in the shower. Oh well, at least there'd been no one in there with her this time. When your boyfriend behaves like an ass for the millionth and last time and finally you dump him, you get to wash your hair in peace again.

By the time she got to the door, the knocking had begun again, and now sounded decidedly agitated. Her glance through the peephole was really just habit … she was already sure she knew who it was. Penelope pulled the door open, only to be immediately drawn into the brawny arms of her best friend.

As Derek tugged her hard against him, she could feel the waves of tension coming off him. He immediately buried his face in her hair but in the quick glimpse she had got, Penelope saw the stubble decorating his jaw and the weariness in his eyes. She realized that he had never gone home after the team had returned from Idaho earlier that night.

Then she heard him mumbling something against the side of her head. Proper words were impossible to decipher.

"What is it, baby? What's the matter?"

Morgan pulled away just enough to let her hear his words.

"She couldn't have been more than twelve! Christ, Pen, twelve! And that bastard just sat there and called her insurance. He had that sick video as insurance! I could have fuckin' broken him in half right there."

Understanding now, Garcia gently and silently moved back, easing him forward with her so that he was inside the apartment. She pushed the door shut with one hand then let it join the other to soothingly stroke the tight muscles of his back.

"I needed to see you. I just needed to be around your warmth, your sweetness tonight." Derek's words were muffled again, as he clung to her, but she could still hear him. The raw pain in his voice tore her heart to shreds. "I just want to remember that there are good, sweet, loving people in the world. I'm sorry for dumping on you like this. Baby, I …"

"Shh, sweetness. You're not doing anything bad." Penelope spoke softly into his ear. "Don't be sorry. I'm glad you came."

Some days Morgan wondered if the darkness would swallow him whole and leave nothing behind. Only Penelope could help. Being with her took the darkness away and made him really alive again. He needed her.

He started to thank her for everything she did for him, for everything she was to him. As he raised his head to tell her, he noticed that her lower lip was caught between her teeth, and Derek surprised himself by inexplicably wanting to bring his mouth to hers and kiss her senseless.

She looked up in the same instant, and their eyes met for a fleeting moment. In the second before she glanced away again, appearing not to notice anything, he had seen acceptance in hers, acceptance … and desire. Desire that he suddenly – finally – understood, matched his own.

In the space of a single heartbeat, Derek became ultra aware of the woman whose body was pressed up hard against his own. Penelope wore only a short robe, the silk of which was not sliding smoothly against her skin under his hands. Instead, it clung to her body, sticking to her in places where he quickly deduced her skin had to be wet.

Taking in the damp curls framing her beautiful face, he recognized that his knocking must have brought her out of the shower. The realization that she had to be totally naked under the flimsy barrier of silk between them instantly made him thoroughly and painfully aroused. He was holding her so tightly against him that it was impossible for Penelope not to notice, and he saw the precise moment that she knew it, when her eyes flared wide and locked with his.

Penelope had been torn between being there for her best friend when he needed her, and the flood of desire that washed over her when she finally paid attention to the firm muscles of the jeans-clad thigh pressed between her own practically naked ones. She had even bitten her bottom lip to prevent a moan from escaping.

Now she jumped slightly in his arms and her eyes flew to his face when she felt the unmistakable press of his erection against her. She made a single, half-hearted attempt to move away, but the soft groan of protest from Derek as he squeezed his arms to hold on to her brought an immediate halt to her movements.

Derek brought one hand up to cup Penelope's jaw gently, as she stared in fascination at the searing heat she saw in his eyes.

A/N: Hope you liked it!