PAMPERING
A/N: Thanks to all for reading, reviewing and alerting my first story, So Much for the Massage. You give a gal the courage to try this all again!
This is just a short one; the question for you to decide, is this: Is this merely a "uber-wonderful dream' (as Penelope would say!) or should this be an established relationship between Pen and Derek. You decide and let me know – my next story can go either way.
Oh, and as we all sadly know, I own nothing of Criminal Minds. I just know better pairings than they do on the show!
The whisper soft touch of butterfly kisses across your face wakes you from a very satisfied slumber. The slant of the late afternoon sunlight filters through the shutters allowing you to see your beloved's face, while keeping out the heat of the summer day. Sitting on the edge of the bed and combing his strong fingers through your hair, Derek's smile speaks of temporary satisfaction as well as seductions yet to come. No words are needed; you both know that the explosive passion between you stems from the deepest form of respective, friendship and love. You complete one another's souls, and that was evident from the day you turned towards that voice, calling you Baby Girl.
Tugging the soft, and well wrinkled, Egyptian cotton sheet from your curvy frame, Derek takes your hand in his pulling you slowly upwards until you are standing in front of him, touching him from shoulder to hip. His natural scent, his very essence, unmasked by man-made perfumes, leaves you aroused and light-headed. You try to wrap your arms under his robe, around his taut waist and snuggle in, but he obviously has other plans as he enfolds you in your favorite white linen robe and belts it at your waist.
After a slow and passionate kiss, which he takes just to the edge of no return, he twines your fingers with his and leads you out onto the veranda, which now is shaded from the harsh sunlight by the old oaks and weeping willows. This house he restored has become your favorite, and the two of you took advantage of the holiday weekend, and your kind team members, to finish moving Derek's furniture and planting the final flowers in the wide beds around the house. As he settles you on your favorite chaise, you see the side table laid out with a wide assortment of luxurious toiletries, a pitcher of your favorite drinks and two chilled glasses. You realize that he has more pampering in mind, and wonder not only how you were so blessed to find this man, but also if you can survive any more of his 'pampering'.
Thanks to JJ, who you know must currently be enjoying her own afternoon delights with Will in town, Derek knows one of your greatest weaknesses are your feet. Foot soaks, rubs, & pedicures are your way to relax after a stressful case or to rejuvenate yourself when you have overextended your internal resources. Filling the old ceramic basin with warm water and lavender oil, he places it to the side of the chaise and lowers your left foot into the water's warm caress. Seating himself at the end of the chaise, he takes your right foot in his muscular hands, dribbles more of the lavender oil over your foot and begins a slow, deep muscle massage. Long strokes of his strong, callused fingers run from the tips of your toes, over your arch, across your heel and up your calf. Up and down, up and down. As your eyes struggle to stay open in the face of such a warm and relaxing technique, he changes to a deep rotating motion on the ball and arch of your foot, loosening the muscle knots and releasing the tension you hadn't realized your were holding in the rest of your body. With your body steadily melting into the chaise, he lowers your foot back onto the cushion, lifts the left foot out of the basin, and rises to dump the now tepid water. You watch through nearly closed eyes, as he refills the basin with warm water, adds more oil and sets it down on the right side of the chaise. He lowers your well-massaged foot into the soothing soak, and begins his magic on your left foot. Slow, methodical, deep strokes - up and down, up and down; strong, circular kneading over those tender areas.
Derek looks up at you as he settles both your feet in his lap, and a small, but victorious smile crosses his face - but never reaches his eyes. Those pierce your soul with a look that makes you wonder who is the conqueror and who is the conquered. You stare at each other longingly as your breathing becomes erratic, and you note that he too is flushed and his breathing unsteady.
Without breaking your gaze, he reaches for the bottle of lotion on the side table. It is the one he had custom mixed just for you, scented with your favorite perfume, but a blend of nutrients and botanicals that will nourish and moisturize your sensitive skin without causing any unwanted reactions. He pours the lotion in his hands and rubs them ever so slowly together to warm the lotion. Lifting one foot and placing it lightly on his shoulder, he begins to gently massage the lotion into your porcelain skin, making the journey from your toes to an area above your knee and just under the edge of your robe. Back and forth, up and down. His hands make the excursion first up the sides of your leg and back down the top and bottom, repeating it over and over until the lotion is absorbed. You are torn between complete and utter relaxation and arousal when you realize that this luxurious treatment is now being afforded to the other leg. The breeze and the ever-changing afternoon light caress your face as he caresses your lower extremities. Your eyes finally break the tie to his, slowly closing as he whispers your name and slides your foot down to meet its mate in his lap.
You feel him stretch around to the table again, and hear the soft clink of liquid and ice being poured. When he quietly says your name, you allow your eyes to flutter open softly and you see the goblet he is holding out to you. "To love and pampering", he says in his low, rumbling tone, and gently clinks his goblet to yours. You sip the mojito briefly as he leans forward to capture your lips with his. Setting his glass down on the floor beside the chaise and taking yours from your hands, he stretches his long body out beside yours and draws you into his arms. As his lips descend once again, you think you hear him say, "We'll do more pampering later", but your mind is already giving way to the pleasures you know are in store for both of you.
A/N: So…. More pampering, or should I just tell another tale altogether?