A/N I do not own Criminal Minds. I'm so sorry for the long wait, I had to move back to school this week, so it has been a wee bit chaotic, but have no fear the updates shall be returned to normal (if they even were normal to begin with). Thanks again, for all the support, you guys are all amazing! Stick with me on this, your questions shall be answered, we just have to follow my Muse to get them!

Once again, this is a short story to the song Wasp by Motionless in White.

Warnings: Sexual Situations & Coarse Language

Please, enjoy!

Acidic Lipstick

Somewhere in the Middle:

I do.

A simple, potent utterance.

Said through a choked sob and a throaty giggle that had sent Derek's blood running south – clouding his judgement; his bruised ego disregarding the small crowd gathered inside the stuffy, dull chapel as his dick swelled to life.

Because even though he loved her perky, glorious tits and round ass, her colorful dresses and vibrant personality – it was her voice; sweet, flirty, yet husky and demanding that had kept his tattered soul off the precarious edge for years. A soothing balm that calmed his nerves – consoling him on the phone when he couldn't admit a nightmare had kept him up, or threatening his fine chocolate ass that he better return undamaged with every case that kept them away from each other.

It was his one true weakness – bringing him to his knees, sending him through the darkest depth of hell just so he could hear her speak again; needing to know that she would always be there.

But then…

I do.

The moment those words left her lips, he felt his heart splinter; shattering into millions of jagged pieces as his soul tore through his chest – leaving him breathless and numb.

It was a vicious betrayal that was still lingering hours later as he glared into Penelope's soft hazel eyes – wanting her to feel the blistering pain that had lodged itself into every cell of his being; but of course the thief who had stolen his heart and stripped him of any sense, spread her legs and called his name.

"Derek?" confused and still trusting; a whisper over the pouring rain.

And he knew right then, as he always did, that he would never hurt her.

He would rather kill himself first.

Calloused fingers grazed harshly over silk stockings; grabbing her legs – pulling her ass over the edge of the bed. Enjoying her shocked gasp of surprise when she tried to keep balance; those round, heavy tits bouncing as her sparkling emerald nails clutched into the wrinkled duvet.

Though just because he hated seeing her upset, didn't mean she was getting off easy – and oh, how he loved to tease.

Resting those dainty, little ankles over his shoulders – amber eyes intently watching her chest rise and fall with each panting breath; pearly whites nibbling on that glossy, plump bottom lip. Reaching a hand between them, he gently rubbed his length against her slick folds; tapping her exposed swollen nerve, creating a slow taunting rhythm.

Penelope shifted on the bed, trying to ease the ache – yelping as the sharp, stinging hiss of a slap made her writhe beneath him; forcing him to tug her closer.

It wasn't until her huff of irritation turned into a needy whimper that he sunk back into her – gritting his teeth as her inner walls gripped him like a heated glove; a perfect fit.

"Ooh…fu-uck," blonde curls lay matted against her forehead; clamping her eyes shut, legs already quivering. "Please…please!"

She was desperate and needy; reduced to mumbled grunts and pitiful pleas – she was exquisitely helpless, and all for him.

A bolt of lightning struck the starless sky; dousing the room in a dazzling flash of white – striking that vile diamond once more; harshly reminding him that she was not his wife, but another man's.

For Kevin was the man she chose – the fortunate soul who got to be her husband.

But…

It was Derek's name she was moaning as he rocked his hips back into her sopping heat – leaning forward, spreading her wide; pinning her legs into the mattress as he made that point loud and clear.

"Open your eyes…Garcia," panting hot air into the crook of her neck; catching a bead of sweat with his tongue – growling at the salty peach taste that was uniquely Penelope.

Blinking a few times; staring at him through a half-lidded stupor – trying to focus, only to close them once more as her head lolled back, exposing more of that pale skin he loved to claim.

Peppering her décolletage with the faintest of butterfly kisses; latching onto her collarbone, sinking his teeth into the bony flesh until she bucked against him.

"Open..." licking the red mark. "Your…" trailing the deep valley between her tits. "Eyes…Penelope," taking the puckered nipple between his teeth; tugging until she gasped – glazed hazel eyes flying open to glare at him.

"I…can't…I need…" he hadn't a clue what she was trying to say, but he knew exactly what she needed.

Though Derek was unable to give it to her, but not because he couldn't, but because his self-preservation had kicked in – mangled heart, still bleeding; pumping the suffocating rejection through his veins, preventing him from pleasing her.

His ego wanted to prove he was the Man she should have chosen. She was his, and he was hers – always had been, always would be.

But his heart; the last remnants of his soul – needed Penelope to take that from him. Needing her to prove that she wanted this as much as his life depended on it.

Regretfully sliding out of her, releasing her legs – he quickly grabbed that cinched waist and flared hips those quirky patterned outfits had kept hidden all these years and flipped them over. Lying back in the middle of the bed; watching – waiting, as she sat with her legs spread over either of his thighs, momentarily flustered at the new position.

"Oh, I don't…this isn't…" she mumbled, peeling her eyes from his heated gaze; staring at the hideous paisley wallpaper instead.

Though the room was dark; lit only by the scanty neon lights and flashes of lightning – he could see that rosy blush fuse her cheeks and anger began to rise once more.

Why?

Why couldn't she trust him enough to love him?

What the fuck did Lynch have that he didn't?

Trying to tamp down his arousal; forcing himself to stop this illicit act before it damaged whatever was left of their friendship – now that he was aware that she was not willing; not able to take the reins and take charge since she was obviously battling doubts of having an affair on her wedding night.

Though considering his erect dick was inches away from her heated core, it was already too late.

As another thunderous clap tore through the room, he heard it – a muffled sob and garbled words.

Looking up, spotting the silvery tear roll down her puffy cheeks as she quickly wiped it away and his protectiveness took over.

"Shh…shh, Baby Girl," he cooed, clutching her hips, drawing soothing circles on her back.

"I'm s-sorry…" she hiccuped. "He never liked this…I'm hurting you."

She wasn't making much sense and the fact that she kept shifting on top of him was forcing him to work overtime to focus.

But then it hit him, and his eyes narrowed into angry slits – realizing she was keeping her weight off of him; keeping balance on her knees.

"Stupid fuck," he gritted out, causing her eyes to widen and that luscious mouth of hers to part.

Tugging her hips down, only for her too shoot back up.

"You're not hurting me, Penelope," voice low, though calm, needing her to understand.

"I'm too heavy," sniffling, still looking away.

Though the feral growl that left his throat had her glancing at him.

"I don't care what that idiot," and Lynch was – a sniveling idiot that was gonna have his balls ripped out of his throat the next time they crossed paths. "Told you-…look at me!" he cupped her face, gently bringing her chin up, waiting until they locked eyes. "You trust me, don't you?"

"Of course!" she nodded, finally not fidgeting. "With all my heart."

The knife twisted just a little more; catching his breath.

"I would never lie to you, Baby," bringing his legs up, bending them – forcing her forward and onto his waist. "You're perfect, and I wouldn't change one thing about you."

"Derek," she gasped out, lips smirking just the slightest.

"Not one…" lifting her up, seeking her entrance – grinning when she lifted his length and helped guide him back into her; rocking her hips until he was fully sheathed within her. "Fucking thing."

To be continued…