Hi Everyone,
For those who are reading my other story called, Tuesday, have no fear for I haven't given up on it. I promise to update soon. It's just that this one-shot or possibly two shot (if people want more) has been calling my name and the only way I'm going to get it to shut up is by writing it.
There's also another one-shot (definitely no more than that) with Kevin and Rossi that's been screaming at me for a couple of weeks now. I don't even like Kevin but I can't help but to feel for him when it comes to how hard I ship Morgan and Garcia. I promise to update Tuesday before I write Kevin's side of things.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds. I never have and sadly never will.
That Girl
"Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over."
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Penelope Garcia was feeling guilty for not feeling guilty enough and if that didn't make her coo coo for cocoa puffs than she didn't know what did. Ugh! In less than 24 hours she had turned into that girl someone she never thought she would become. The kind of person she usually abhorred.
She can still feel him on her skin, taste him on her still swollen lips, and despite this morning's shower still smell the musk that is uniquely Derek Morgan on her hair. Okay she's exaggerating about the musk thing but this isn't the time to be splitting hairs. Morgan was coming back to the scene of the crime and she needed to get her game face on.
Sinking deeper into the couch Penelope lovingly ran her hands across the waffle weave pattern of the slipcover. She adored this couch. On a trip into the city with Derek they found it at a consignment shop in the H Street Corridor and she just had to have it.
A little worn in spots and with a few fabric tears along one side and on its back the couch at first glance didn't look like much. But au contraire, once she sat down she knew, just knew that it was something special. Big and plush and deep it felt like a hug from an old friend. $100 later it was hers and with a $35 purple slipcover from Tarjay it was as good as new.
That night, almost a year ago, she and Derek had christened it with Netflix and take out from Chang's. Last night they had christened it in a singularly unorthodox way that was much more enjoyable and a whole lost less fattening. This is when she had become that girl. The girl who cheated on her boyfriend of three years.
All day long she had felt like the Hester Prynne of the BAU but instead of sporting a big ole' scarlet A on her chest for the world to point at and judge, her sin was thankfully hidden under her floral Betsey Johnson skirt.
Derek was a beast of a lover, and she thanked the gods for that, but his fingers had left bruises along her hips and thighs. Bruises that by morning had turned to less than pretty shades of blue, purple and yellow.
She should have felt some shame but instead more than once found herself in the ladies' restroom lifting her skirt to peek at the rainbow of colors. Each time she told herself that she was just making sure that the bruises weren't getting any worse but deep down she knew better. The sight of Morgan's fingerprints branded on her skin gave her a thrill.
She wondered if she looked different to others. She felt different. Did her family of super-duper crime busters take one look at her and know what she had been doing the night before and with whom? Kevin definitely didn't. Why should he? His faith in her, in them, had always been unquestionable.
It was on their third date when he had asked her about Derek. They had just finished dessert and were waiting for the waiter to return with the check.
Clearing his throat, he willed his voice to remain calm and steady but his nerves betrayed him.
"So you and Derek…have you…I mean are …were you two ever romantically involved?"
The question didn't surprise her. He wasn't the first person to want to know if there was something more than friendship there. Looking him in the eyes, Penelope gave him her stock answer.
"No, he's my BFF. My very best friend in the world whom I love dearly. But romance? No."
With palm up he laid his hand in the middle of the table silently asking for her to join him. Reaching out, Penelope curled her fingers around his. And with a quick nod of his head and an endearingly goofy grin Kevin believed his new girlfriend and never questioned her relationship with Derek again.
A little over an hour ago he had walked out of her apartment hurt and angry over her betrayal. In her confession, she didn't mention Derek by name. She didn't have to.
With glassy eyes he turned and shuffled out the door closing it with a quiet click. Penelope wished he had slammed it or called her names something, anything but Kevin was too much of a gentleman for that. He deserved better and they both knew it.
Reaching for the liquid courage on her coffee table, Penelope poured herself a second glass of wine. The first glass was needed to face Kevin. This one is for Morgan.
Slipping off her heels, she pulled her legs up tucking them under her on the couch. Her muscles protested but she didn't mind. The soreness was another reminder of Derek.
Good gravy, she was turning into a masochist. Even the stinging of her cheek under her foundation was not unwelcomed. Derek may be as bald as a cue ball but he had a mean 5 o'clock shadow. His stubble had felt like sandpaper against her skin.
It reminded her of the day they loaded up Esther and raced down to the beach to celebrate the winter thaw.
Top down with the bright sun in their eyes and their cheeks raw with the wind, they took turns telling dirty jokes as they sped down the highway.
Derek's particularly raunchy punch line about a priest, a rabbi and a congressman left Penelope in stitches. Throwing her head back she let her laughter spill out like rain.
When her amusement spun down into a fit of giggles she glanced across her shoulder to find him watching her. The emotion she saw in his eyes was familiar but no less heart stopping. He loved her.
Turning back to watch the road he quoted Pat Conroy, "Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air."
She clasped the hand that rested on his jean-clad thigh. The contrast in color, size and strength always made her catch her breath. Penelope laced her fingers between his and with a squeeze he took the exit that would lead them to their journey's end.
Now she sat waiting for him to arrive. They hadn't seen one another since last night. Morgan (with Emily) spent the day in Fairfax County on a consult on a missing person case. Sometime mid-morning he sent her a text asking if he could stop by tonight.
She still doesn't know how it happened. She had asked him over to put up shelves for cripes sake! Over a couple of beers they laughed and reminisced about that winter day at the beach.
How they had wrapped themselves in a blanket - Penelope between Derek's legs with her back against his chest - and watched the sun set on the horizon.
They sat there for some time without speaking. Only the crash of the waves and the cry of a lone seagull could be heard. When he leaned forward his hot breath tickled her ear.
"Next time we'll make love on this beach," Derek whispered.
Without missing a beat and with a smile on her lips, Penelope threw back at him, "Promises, promises."
One minute they were flirting and having a good time, the next they were writhing on her couch having a great time.
They didn't even stop to get naked. Derek shoved her skirt above her waist and yanked down her thong until it was left dangling off one ankle in all its pink glory.
Too impatient to wait for Derek to once again cover her body with his, Penelope rose up and met him halfway. Their mouths crashing together in a collision of lips and tongues.
The rough feel of Derek's jeans against her bare legs was at once thrilling and annoying. She had to get those jeans off!
Without breaking their kiss she reached down to unsnap and unzip but found his hands in the way. After a brief battle of wills and with a throaty chuckle from him, he surrendered and went after easier prey.
One hand reached between her open thighs and pressed down onto her core. At the feel of her soft, wet center, Derek let out what can only be described as a growl. Holy Hell, Penelope Garcia made Derek Morgan growl.
When he slipped a finger inside of her the pleasure was so great that only Derek's weight kept Penelope from bucking him off the couch.
Finally the stubborn zipper was down. Penelope pushed and pulled on the waistband of his jeans and boxer briefs until his cock sprung free.
Breaking away from his hungry kisses, she tried to look down. She wanted to check out if the thing she felt straining against her stomach matched her imagination but Derek had other plans. For a quick second this pissed her off. Damn! She didn't get to see it. And she really wanted to see it!
Grasping her face with both hands, Derek pulled their heads together until they were nose to nose.
"Look me in the eyes! I want there to be no mistake who's fucking you."
His words made her gasp and liquid pool between her legs. Before she knew it Derek Morgan was inside her body. Rocking her world and making her cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
He was huge in both length and girth and she felt stretched almost to the breaking point but never did it cross her mind to tell him to stop. She wasn't an idiot. The sex was rough and fast and she didn't want it any other way.
Their eyes locked and for a time nothing and no one else mattered. He was hers and she was his.
The sound of knocking and the click of the key in the keyhole brought Penelope back to the present. Jumping to her feet she made her way around the couch just as the door opened.
There stood Derek Morgan in all his magnificent glory. The haze from the fluorescent hallway lights casting shadows over his features making his expression difficult to read. With a quick flick of his wrist the door shut behind him.
TBC?
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