Prompt/kink: Penelope recovers from her injuries (during or after Penelope episode)/Disabilities or infirmities

At first, he stayed on her couch, only moving to the bed halfway through the night when she had her first nightmare. He'd stay with her then, holding her so she could sleep, and slipping away before she woke so she wouldn't feel awkward.

Somewhere around week 2, she'd told him to just sleep on the bed with her. He might as well get some sleep in a comfortable bed before she woke him up with her tossing and turning.

He'd told her he didn't mind her tossing and turning, kissed her cheek, and held her until she fell asleep.

Tonight, however, she wasn't sleeping. She lay very still, attempting to fool him, but he knew what she looked like when she was asleep, how her breath evened out and how her body relaxed. Her body was wire tight at the moment. He tried to ignore it for a while, hoping it would pass and she'd fall asleep. After an hour, though, it was clear that wasn't happening.

He stared at her profile, unsure what to say or do. Finally, he settled for leaned forward and pressing a kiss to her neck.

Her eyes fluttered open, "Derek, you're awake."

"So are you," he said, "Why are you awake, Penelope?"

"I don't know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I can't make my mind stop, it just keeps whirling around and thinking."

"About going back to work tomorrow?"

She shrugged, the movement pushing her shoulder into his chin, "I don't know, maybe. I'm ready, I'm all healed and…" she trailed off.

His hand slid across her body to the spot where she'd been shot. The bandage was gone, only the scar remained, and he traced it through her thin nightshirt, "Physically all healed."

"You don't have to worry, Derek, probably just jitters, like before the first day of school."

"Maybe I can help, take your mind off it."

"How?" she asked, turning her head so they were looking at each other.

He pauses for a moment, then pressed his lips against her neck again, this time letting the touch linger. Then he pressed his lips against hers.

"Derek," she whispered as he pulled back.

He kissed her again, and she whispered, "This is crazy," even as she kissed him back.

"Should I stop?" he asked.

"No, don't stop, just…oh," she said as his hands slid to her breasts.

"Relax," he said. He kissed her softly as he pressed against her, pressed her back against the bed. His hands slid under her shirt, his fingers brushing over her scar before moving to her breasts, cupping them in his big, warm hands.

"Derek," she moaned as he touched her, her body arched, and suddenly he stopped.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said, "I just…I don't want to hurt you."

"I fine," she said, "Please just….

"Okay, just, just…" his hands slid away from her breasts, down over her hips, "Can I…I want to make you feel good, Pen, will you let me do that?"

Her teeth tugged on her bottom lip as she shook her head, "Y-yes."

He moved slow, taking his time, watching her face as he brought her higher and higher.

"Derek," she moaned, "Please."

"Almost there, Pen, so close, open your eyes and look at me.

She opened her eyes, groaning as he looked right into them, "I love you," he whispered and punctuated the words with the insistent movement of his fingers, driving her over the edge.

He folds her up in his arms and she smiles drowsy as she whispered she loved him. He smiled as he watched her fall to sleep. His own eyes began to close, he'd taken care of his baby girl and that was all he needed to rest through the night.