A/N: I'm back, a little later than I was planning. What can I say, my muse has been on holiday for half of the year :/

A/N 2: Seriously, when I say it's M rated, I mean it. It's pretty much porn with the teeniest, tiniest little hint of a plot hidden in there somewhere. If you're not into that, or you're too young, please, please hit the back button now.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I still don't own Criminal Minds, or any of the characters in it :(

Penelope was bored. It was becoming more and more frequent as the days wore on. Just one little favour for the FBI, and all of a sudden she felt like she was in an action movie, with people shooting at her left and right. Now, she was stuck in a beautiful, albeit claustrophobic apartment on the outskirts of Los Angelus, her life snatched from underneath her.

She looked around the pretty, hotel-like bedroom with its full wall of floor to ceiling windows, the big balcony just beyond, and the most stunning view a girl could wish for, and couldn't help sighing. It was a pretty cage, but a cage non the less. Now, she could barely go to the potty without one of her special FBI tough guys having to escort her.

The restrictions placed upon her life were grating on her, she'd even tried plotting the perfect escape, before she caught herself and had to let out a snort. The thought of herself in her 5 inch heels, shuffling down the drain pipe was absolutely laughable.

Still, for a social butterfly like herself to be kept so isolated was nearly killing her. She kept herself busy baking (and hadn't that been an experience, for both herself and poor Agent Jameson, who'd had the unfortunate luck of being on shift that evening) and online shopping. And ok, so it was more the latter, but hey, a girl liked to look good, for all the people she didn't see.

She was reminded, as she heard quiet murmuring coming from just outside of her bedroom door, that of course, mere company wasn't the only thing she was missing, a girl had...needs, after all. She was almost climbing the walls, she was so hot and horny. She couldn't even take care of herself, she daren't, with an Agent standing guard at every minute of the day, the most she'd afforded herself was a quick go-around with the shower spray.

Her mind went into overdrive as she heard the familiar silky smooth tones of the Agent taking over. SSA Morgan. Derek. He was the most attractive man she'd even seen. His head was shaved, although she had a hankering to see if he looked just as sexy with his hair grown just a little, he had chiseled features, sharp cheekbones, a sexy, strong jaw and deep, dark chocolate coloured eyes, that either lightened or darkened depending on his mood. If she made him laugh, however rare and inadvertent, she watched them lighten to a milky chocolate. Less rarely, when she pushed both his buttons and her luck, she was mesmerised as they darkened until they were nearly black.

She could imagine the corded muscles of his neck, leading down to his broad strong shoulders. The man worked out, of that she was sure. He had beautifully sculpted arms, ones she was sure would be perfect for lifting, should that ever be...needed, big, manly hands with long, tapered fingers. His chest, although she'd never been gifted with the sight of it sans clothes, was just as sculpted as the rest of him, she was sure. Trim hips led down to powerfully packed thighs, and perfectly muscled calves, all wrapped in a smooth, caramel coloured package that she had the worst time resisting.

She'd been with a few men before, but even with her relatively little experience, she just knew he'd blow her mind. She giggled as she imagined him calling her Miss as he fucked her with what she imagined to be a considerably sized dick, if it was as perfect as the rest of him.

Unconsciously, her hand tugged at the neckline of her dress and pulled it down, grazing her nipple over the thin material of her bra. She let out a quiet whimper as she tried to tell herself that she really ought to stop. Unfortunately, her body was screaming at her, it needed release, and it wouldn't be denied any longer.

Her core was practically dripping with moisture as she listened to the voices quieten and then cease altogether. Her depraved mind wondered what Special Agent Morgan would do should she call him in right now and he found her like this, fingers now rubbing furiously at her clit as she bit her bottom lip to keep herself quiet and twisted a nipple between perfectly polished fingers. Would he promptly leave? Watch? Would he touch himself? Or would he take the invitation so blatantly offered and join her?

Thoughts of the latter ran on replay in her head, and she arched up as her body shook in a silent orgasm.

Feeling a lot better, although no where near sated, she smirked to herself as she redressed. So ok, maybe she could reach the buttons that fastened up on the back of her dress herself, but where would the fun in that be?

Giddy, she pulled the bedroom door open and cleared her throat to get the attention of the all too attractive agent. The second he looked her way, she knew he could see her cleavage in the gaping neckline.

"Um, Agent Morgan," she sighed, using her most innocent voice. "Could you button this up for me? I can't seem to reach."

She turned around without waiting for an answer and took in a ragged breath as she felt his warm fingers brushing against her back as he did what she bid. She didn't know if it was wishful thinking to believe that his hands lingered just a little too long.

Once it was done, she turned back around, and couldn't miss the glittering darkness of his eyes as she thanked him. He turned around slightly stiffly and went back to his post.

She meanwhile, smiled a secret little smile to herself. Oh, she wanted him so bad, she needed to have him, and she would use any means necessary to get him.