Prompt: Kiss
Penelope's first kiss came at age thirteen. She was shoved in a closet with Daniel Wright who spent most days picking his nose and was forced to put up with his dry, chapped lips smooshing up against hers.
She'd been shoved in my cheerleaders. It was the first and last adolescent party she'd ever attended.
Her second kiss hadn't been for another four years and that had been with a fellow geek she'd met on the internet. He'd also been her first time.
She'd had another first kiss with Mark, which had ended with her parents' death.
After she'd begun working for the BAU, there had been five more kisses. Three with nobodies that she'd never seen again after their first date. One with a mistake of a one-night stand and one with Kevin.
And well, everyone knew how ithat/i had ended.
At this point in her life, she really wasn't very excited about first kisses, or kisses at all, or sex or men or….any of that.
She had a much better time just hanging out at home on her computer. Who needed to get laid anyway? Who needed roses and candy and love? She had online poker and licorice.
"Sweetheart," Derek said as he entered her office, "Ready to go."
She frowned, "Go where?"
"To dinner." He sighed, "We had a date."
"No, we didn't," she looked upwards, "Did we?"
"Oh that's right," he said, as if just remembering, "I didn't tell you about it so you couldn't back out."
"Why would I back out?" she asked, "We go out all the time."
Derek pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers. She was shocked at first, standing completely still, with her eyes wide open. Then she softened and relaxed her body against his.
"What…what was…why did you?"
"Because tonight is a real date, Penelope Garcia, and I wanted you to know that from the start."
She blushed, taking his hand and following him out.
Her view of first kisses had just changed dramatically.