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Hey everybody! Skyfall is about to have an end, so I've decided to update this little prologue of my next story. Hope you like it. As always, let me know your opinions about. =)
Penelope moaned delightfully under her lover's kisses. He was really a man made for sin. And he was all hers. Her heart turned over.
Derek Morgan was not hers. He has been just a friend with benefits.
That had been fun at first, when they both were in that London's pub. Both of them were alone and drunks, hungry for sex. That night turned into more nights. And back at Quantico, their relationship continued with that dirty hidden side. No commitment. Sex for the sake of sex. Derek was her best friend, she was his bosom friend. What could go wrong?
"Derek, I want to talk to you" she whispered between moans, trying to put sanity to her speech.
"Can't we talk later?"He put his hand under her shirt, trying to distract her from her idea of having a talk at that very moment. "I want you"
She gripped his jaw, pulling his face away from the crook of her neck. Derek smirked at her, before licking her bottom lip "Are you sure we need to talk now?" he said, thrusting his hips against her core.
She could feel his hard erection brushing her damp center, and failed to stifle the moan that escaped from her lips. Penelope give up by a few seconds, her hands up and down his bare back. But soon, she came to her senses again.
"It's important" Penelope whispered, pushing his shoulders away from her body and getting up from bed.
She needed to put distance between their bodies. She needed to make clear the situation, although it may lose in trying.
Derek grinned, walking like a tiger on the mattres. He moved to the edge of the bed, keeping his bright smile. "Come play with me"
His hand wrapped around her wrist, pushing her semi naked body to the bed. Penelope released her hand with a frustrated sound. "I'm serious, Derek"
"Does this have to be now? Can't we fuck and then talk about everything you want?"
She smiled sadly, running her hand through her blond hair. Obviously this was just a game to him. Derek was so used to this kind of relationship...That was his daily bread. But she was madly in love with him. Like a fool.
"I love you"
She dropped the words, with a hint of stuttering. Derek frowned surprised, but still grinning from ear to ear "I love you, too, silly girl"
Penelope shook her head. "No, you don't understand. I really love you. I'm totally in love with you, baby"
She could see his instant mood shift. His expression turned serious. All trace of fun and lust it left his face. But mostly, his eyes were empty of love. Maybe empathy or even afecttion. But not love.
"You know how I am, Garcia" his sharp tone and the use of her lastname made her shiver. She knew it had all been a mistake, but still, her heart was not ready for so much pain. Her eyes began to fill with bitter tears. "I couldn't help it"
"You knew this wasn't a serious relationship" he replied, beginning to button his shirt, not bothering to put each button in their proper place. "I'm so sorry this hurts you. But I can't lie"
She closed her eyes, letting her cheeks get wet with her tears. "I know it"
"Sorry, baby girl. I'm so sorry but" he whispered, looking at her with compassion, "I don't feel that way about you"
Penelope saw him walking away and closing the door behind him. He didn't even look back at her. Derek didn't even seem concerned about her tears.
Reality hit her. She was just another woman in his bed, something insignificant, a simple toy. Yes, he was sorry because she was his best friend. But that was the only difference between her and other women. And it hurt like hell...
