Love Her....What?

May 2006

Chapter Two

He licked at his lips and then bit the bottom one for one second, as his head bent, his tongue slipped out again and circled her nipple. She was riding him, while he sat up in bed, white sheets all twisted around his legs. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

She purred and moaned, then begged for him to suck her breast, with a breathless "Please, sweetness."

Not able to deny her anything, even when he was having so much fun just slowly tracing that pretty pink nipple, he took it into his mouth and moaned at how good it tasted. That set off a chain reaction in her and their speed increased.

He flipped her on her back. Looking down at her all he could think is "She's absolutely gorgeous and she's all mine." With intense male possessiveness he thrust into her several more times as she withered beneath him, getting so beautifully fucking close to coming that he could come from just watching her.

When she clenched around him he had never felt anything so freaking perfect in all his life. Letting out a loud moan he came inside of her, loving that they weren't using condoms even though he had with every chick he'd been with since he was fifteen. It was a rule he didn't break.

Yet now he didn't give a damn if he got her pregnant. All that mattered was spilling his seed in her as many times as she would let him.

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Derek woke up from an intense dream about fucking Penelope.

In just six hours they would be on a plane to Jamaica and then they would have ten days to be as debauch together as all their dirty talk over the last two years had screamed they wanted to be.

He could hardly freaking wait.

Throwing his feet on the floor, dressed in just tan pajama pants, he grabbed his phone and looked at her picture on it. Then he checked his text messages. He had one from her: Changed my mind. Sorry. Talk to U when U get back.

"What the fuck?" he cursed, immediately getting heated up that she was pulling this on him.

He shook his head over her thinking he would wait to talk to her till after their off time was over and just let slide until then how she had blown him off. Hell to the no.

He was going over there right away and seeing what was up with his baby girl. Why was she backing out of the best idea he had in two years?

For not the first time, as he headed into a cold shower, he wondered if all this could have been solved by just kissing her that first month they met. The chemistry was off the charts crazy right away. And every month just made the sparks fly more.

But they also became friends. And being close friends was clouding this whole thing up. Being friends and thinking about the messy situation of working together had held him back for almost two whole years. Then Hotch mentioned they were getting some well earned vacation time.

Derek had a friend in Jamaica who kept bugging him to come down. The thought went through his head: Why not ask Garcia to come along?

After that it was like a monster with a will of its own. That idea owned him. It tortured him all day and filled his mind with images of them going at it in a hotel room and in a cabana and in the ocean and on a rented boat. He had to keep shaking the thoughts out of his head to finish up his paperwork from their last case, about a rogue CIA agent.

By the time he did the idea was firmly in his mind and he was determined to bring it up the very next time Garcia walked her sexy ass past him. And that is just what he did.

Its not like she jumped at the idea but she did come around. She said yes just yesterday. Now she was having second thoughts and Derek was frustrated as hell.

He wanted to be inside of that woman in the worse way. Finding some other chick to do on his vacation would be a major let down. Not even worth the effort. She could be blonde and shapely but she wouldn't be Garcia.

They had been teasing about going there for two years. Time to end the slow burn. He was ready to start a raging fire between them.

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Penelope had gotten dressed in a light spring peach sun dress, put on her peach strappy heels, did her make-up and hair and generally tried to look good because she knew Derek might come over and ask her why she decided to back out of their trip.

The answer was easy: He had asked the rest of the team to go but they all said no. So it would be just him and her.

The thought of that sent goose bumps through her but it also made her clench up with worry. If they went to Jamaica together then he would want to go down to the beach. There was no way she was letting him see her in a bathing suit. And he would want to go dancing. She would feel like all eyes were on them if they did that. That everyone was wondering what that fine looking man was doing with someone a little too much on the plus side. Those were just the minor considerations though. The major one was that he might want to make good on all their flirting and have sex. Of course she'd go for it because he starred in all her sexual fantasies since they met. But if they went there then he would see her naked. See her fat body up close and personal. Touch her cellulite.

No way.

She couldn't let that happen. As much as she wanted to the idea made her feel way too tensed up. She'd let him down in every way if they hooked up and she knew it.

It was stupid to ever tell him yes to this trip, she chastised herself as she paced around her apartment, dusting but really just using up her manic energy. Its all his fault.

His sex filled flirting tone when he asked her set off a flurry of fantasies in her head. She spent hours in her office trying not to picture him naked and failing over and over until, in a burst of moxy under the crazy belief that they could have vacation sex and it wouldn't cause chaos in their lives, she e-mailed him that she would go.

For the rest of the day he flirted relentlessly with her. Getting her so hot that her panties got damp. Not to be outdone by him, she gave it back as good as she got. Loving every minute of it.

But a long night alone at her place was like a splash of cold water to the whole idea. And then calling JJ and hearing that her and Elle both had turned Derek down, and that Hotch had plans with his wife and Gideon was going fishing, clinched it. She had to get out of this trip.

Penelope sent a text to tell Derek that but she wondered if he would let it drop there. She hoped that he would. She could always go out for the day so she wasn't here when he showed up but she felt she owed him more than that.

They were good friends. They had more than a hot sexual chemistry between them. She had to honor that friendship and be here if he showed up for a face-to-face answer about why she backed out. It was quite possible, she believed, or even probable he did not expect sex on this trip but she still thought the whole thing would just be a disaster.

He would see how insecure she was and stop thinking she was his hot, fun, sexy mama. That would be such a let down for her. She loved their banter and their vibe. It was something she never could find with someone else. She didn't want to lose it.

Hopefully he wouldn't be mad and would just go to Jamaica alone. He wasn't mad that the other team members bailed. Garcia told herself it was reasonable to assume he wouldn't be mad at her either....but a little voice deep down said that was just wishful thinking on her part.

The look in his eyes when he asked her to go on this trip had shouted: I want to take you from behind....I want to taste every inch of you....I want you calling my name till you're hoarse....I'm going to fuck you senseless, baby girl.

If that was truly the idea in his beautiful brain she doubted he would give up on it so easy.