Disclaimer: Much to my own dismay, I do not own Criminal Minds if I did I seriously have words with the scripts... yes I mean scripts not writers...
Penelope woke up in absolute bliss, she was alone like usual but she still had memories that gifted her. She got up and felt happy. She no longer had Lynch, the man that wasn't really a man; he was immature and idiotic and moaned about her lifestyle, the lifestyle she happened to love. Since giving him the boot her and a certain chocolate Adonis got closer, he told her he loved, she reciprocated and she'd become another toy for him.
Something she never thought she'd do but he always seduced her, he would swear blindly he loved her but she never felt one hundred percent certain, she always felt that maybe he was just saying it but whatever, he made her feel sexy and sensual. She did believe he was falling in love with her and likewise she was falling deeper in love with him.
That could not be good when it all crashed down around her.
She looked at the wall in front of her and smirked satisfied. She remembered just how Derek had taken her and deepened one kiss, electrifying millions of volts through her, tingling her every nerve cells, making her come alive against that wall. She became a vixen with each of his kisses as they covered the skin on her neck. She remembered just how he took her clothes off, just how swift it was, she remembered how she found it so easy and quick to undress with him watching, how she could play the temptress and not feel embarrassed for it.
She remembered the first morning after they woke up, they smiled lazily, relaxed, things had changed admittedly but not for the worse but for the better. He was still her best friend and if anything after the whole Battle/ Kevin/ Tamara fiasco's it had healed them in every aspect that had been destroying them.
She remembered the pleasure she screamed with as he really released some desire and want, she loved that feeling as all her inhibitions truly left her, as she became Derek Morgan's.
And as that last thought entered her head, she realised that she was just a toy, a booty call, a stress relief for him, not anything else to him. All the doubt she had lost all built back up, she needed to straighten things out, get out before it truly was too late. If it wasn't already that was.
She felt her stomach bottom, things had changed too much dynamically, she was well and truly screwed.
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Derek Morgan sat at his table in his apartment, one female in his head, one woman that he had allowed him to feel more than natural with; with her he was the Derek Morgan. He had no walls or qualms; he was him and nothing else. He was the taken man, no longer the player, he didn't want one night stands and he guessed as he sat there Penelope was his booty call, he's one he ran to when he needed to have life instilled in him.
He ran a finger over his lips, and remembered exactly how Penelope's lips felt on his as he kissed her, how her tongue felt as it fought with his in a deepened kiss. He liked her kisses, they left feelings and tingles after, like an invisible scar he knew everywhere her lips had been and he didn't want to lose that feeling
But lost in his thoughts of how he slept with her casually he doubted the way she felt for him, she said she loved him but wasn't that a normal thing for woman to say, they loved those closest and he had never pushed her to tell him how much she loved him. He'd never push her; never put her in that predicament unless she wanted to be in it. He would let her tell him but after waiting 4 months of on off sex and sexual innuendo's he supposed that Penelope herself was a bit of a player in her own zone. He cringed at the saying, Penelope never liked one night stands, was he even a one night stand? They'd slept more than once together so he supposed not.
His mind raced to the last time, he had woken up with her legs wrapped in with his, the sheet pulled tight from the twists and turns in the night and he smiled. She'd woken him up with kisses to his chest and the fun began all over again, even exhausted from their prior sexual activity they both stayed in ecstasy and the realms of lust. Then it ended and she headed home, he might have messed up his friendship with the one person that he wanted to keep forever.
He realised that he and Penelope had never been closer, they shared everything with each other, they were in each other's pockets but then as he thought to it, they both went out and flirted like hell with other people, the destruction began obviously with there but he'd have to change it.
Then his head spun what if Penelope didn't want anything other than friends with benefits? He couldn't hold that type of bargain with her, and there and then he knew he had to changed things. He had to make them right before either of them got lost in what was happening or they both got hurt beyond repair.
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A/n: And Another!!! My muse is working wonders!! =)