A/N I do not own Criminal Minds. Thank you all for the wonderful support!

Story Warnings: Sexual Situations and Coarse Language

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Cabaret with Chardonnay

Chapter II:

That scrumptious moan; a deep throaty purr, had his already heavy dick throbbing with that aching need to be buried deep within her heat. Of course, the fact that she was only eating a fucking waffle stick – licking the drizzled strawberry syrup off her index finger; full pouty lips pursed with pleasure, eyes clamped shut as she savored the sugary treat, was embarrassingly all it took, to knock the wind right out of him.

Breathe, Morgan…breathe!

"Oh, Hot Stuff," she hummed; peeking her cute little tongue out to catch the spot of whip cream on the bow of her upper lip. "Taste this!" opening those bright hazel eyes, as she dipped the stick once more and held it out for him.

The movement sent that alluring earthy scent fluttering around him, causing him to shift in the leather seat next to her. They were sitting, side by side, at their favorite booth in the back of Lou Ann's. She was tucked safely into the inner seat as he kept his guarded gaze on the two exits and other patrons. A cautionary habit his job as a profiler, had ingrained into every fiber of his being.

Smiling, he took a big bite; enjoying the soft pad of her thumb tracing the corner of his mouth as she caught the syrup from falling, only to grit his teeth as she sucked her finger into those raspberry lips – giving him a playful wink.

"Tasty," the graveled weight of his voice, made her look back up at him, as she sipped her hot chocolate and peered over her quirky frames.

"You want some more?" manicured brow arched, as she dipped another whopping amount onto a new stick.

Shaking his head, he speared a forkful of scrambled eggs. "Thanks, baby. But you finish it."

A comfortable silence fell over them, and Derek took the time to bask in the feeling of 'rightness' that only happened when Penelope was with him. Their bodies were practically glued together; they were sitting so close, and he couldn't help the bubble of awareness that caught every rousing detail. From her stocking covered thigh, which was pressed against the harsh denim of his own, to the soft brush of her breast that teased his arm as she reached over to steal bites off of his plate – having learned long ago to order extra eggs and potatoes.

Garcia gave him, what he sensed was a knowing smirk, and he suddenly felt his cheeks flush with heat – fearing she could gaze into his mind and unravel his naughty thoughts.

Clearing his throat, tearing off a huge piece of bacon, only to nearly choke – making her giggle and pat his back, soothing that smothering denial of sexual tension by doing what she did best; showering him with concern.

"So um…how are the reports coming along?" giving him a sympathetic look, before slowly peeling her eyes away – busying her hands by fiddling with a napkin.

"Good," he shrugged, sipping his orange juice – wishing it was the caffeine his body craved, but Garcia wouldn't allow it, not when she had Reid's helpful knowledge as to why he shouldn't be drinking his favorite beverage if he was having trouble sleeping. "Got a little more done today."

A paragraph.

A measly paragraph, was all he had gotten done today.

Though he couldn't really complain, since he was now sitting here with her.

That familiar vibrating chime; a particularly boring ring tone for Penelope's cellular device, that indicated it was Lynch, went off inside her purse. Swallowing his tongue – knife scraping against the heavy glass plate, trying not to stare at her nibbling on that plump bottom lip as she quickly glanced at the bedazzled phone, and he could have whooped with joy, when she left it unanswered and tossed it back inside her purse.

"Is everything okay?" giving her a little shoulder bump when she didn't immediately respond.

"Uh huh," waving her fork around, trying to shrug it off.

That nagging guilt slithered down his spine, for not being able to help with whatever was bothering her. Derek was a profiler after all; had stood on the sidelines – prowling, waiting – watching Garcia's interaction with Lynch. It wasn't that her boyfriend was a horrible person, he was decent, though rather dorky, mismatched, wimpish, and completely unromantic – hadn't remembered a single anniversary date or Valentines since they started dating. Hell the last gift he bought her was a coupon to her favorite coffee shop and a single, pathetic looking rose.

No Kevin Lynch, was actually less than decent, in Morgan's book. He wasn't worthy of the affection Penelope bestowed upon him. His God Given Solace deserved better than that weasel.

Deserved somebody like him.

Woah!

Easy Morgan, you're doing it again!

Grinding his teeth, doing his best to force those rampant emotions back down to the gnawing pit where he had kept them all of these years. Penelope hadn't chosen Derek, she had however, said yes to Lynch and had been dating him ever since. It was a cold, jagged pill to swallow, but it was the truth. Though, even after all this time, he still didn't like it. In fact, he was hoping to change it.

He just needed the right opportunity.

Taking a few deep, calming breaths; clenching the tension in his jaw – deciding to swig down the rest of his orange juice, only for the sweet tang to leave a bitter taste in his mouth.

"It's just…" she started, causing him to stiffen in his seat – fully aware that this was a pivotal moment, because even though Garcia wore her heart on her sleeve, she rarely opened up about her personal problems. She was fiercely independent, rather stubborn and a tad bit of a control freak; all things that he admired about her, had grown to love – so he sat there and listened.

"I feel like…well, I don't know…it's just…" she continued; rambling – taking a sip of her drink, only to dip another waffle stick and munch on it.

"Hey, Sweetness," twisting in his seat, giving her his full attention – knowing how much she appreciated the little things, and her look of surprise, which caused a cute blush to bloom across her cheeks, was all the evidence he needed to prove how inattentive Lynch had been with her. "What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours," tapping the tip of her nose, and hell, even that part of her body was perfect, with its adorable upturn and the way she stuck it in the air with defiance.

That impish thought, of how she would defy him; challenge him in the bedroom, like she so effortlessly did at work and all other aspects of their lives, had that restless domineering beast ignite with a vengeance, making him discreetly adjust his pants as his prick twitched achingly with salacious fervor.

Yes, Derek was aware that he had it bad for his best friend.

So rather than professing his declaration inside the small, homey diner, or better yet, bend that round perky ass of hers over the table and bury himself within that slick heat his body craved, he plastered a charming smile across his face and gave her the support she needed.

"It's nothing, really…" shaking her head, letting those curls bounce over her shoulders, as she tried to laugh off his attention. "I'm being silly. It's nothing to worry your deliciously sculpted self about."

He couldn't help the quirk of his lips, and his ego strutted around like a proud peacock – loving her admiration for his many dedicated hours to stay fit. Penelope would deny it, but she got her sparkly colorful nails on his biceps and toned tummy any chance she got.

That thought, had him sitting a little taller, leaning a little further back so his arm could stretch out on the booth behind her, and now he was grinning – teeth flashing with pride, as those hazel eyes followed his arm; staring at the flexed muscle, only to lick her lips and take a long swig of water.

It was a cruel thing to do, teasing her while she was struggling to express her problem, but he just had to know, had to make sure she was just as interested in him, as he was with her. Because for all of Penelope's glitzy and flirty bravado, she was logical and innately self-conscious – it was her way of protecting herself. However, she was also extremely curious and held enough raw sensuality in the palm of her hand, to burn all of Quantico to the ground.

Derek had been encapsulated by those swaying hips, luscious breasts and plump lips long ago – scorched by the beauty that was his Baby Girl. So he knew she desired it, because he had felt her heated gaze on his ass when he walked away; watched as she drooled over him dancing in the clubs – eyes locking across the dance floor as he tried to convey what he could do to her with those methodical rhythmic motions. He was sure Penelope wanted him. There were tingling electric sparks that flared up every day between them, which they dangerously played with – pushing the limits, seeing who would crack first and blush, only to regretfully laugh off the sizzling tension and tortuously repeat the cycle the next day. Had been doing it for years.

So yes, he would bet a years' worth of salary on the fact that she was interested in him.

She just had to admit it.

"Don't give me that," narrowed gaze; stern and demanding. "What did he do?"

She gasped, seeming offended. "You're always blaming Kevin!"

His jaw ticked, and he frowned. Penelope was moody tonight and he had learned his lesson the hard way long ago, when he had jokingly teased if she was on her period. Never again, never again, would that phrase be uttered from his mouth. He had paid dearly for that smart aleck remark and she had ignored him for three whole days, making him feel like an ass when she had finally broken down and cried once she had forgiven him.

Treading in the dangerous murky waters that was Garcia's and Lynch's relationship, he dug deep for some tattered patience and changed his tactics.

"Okay," reaching forward, taking her small palm into his much larger one; he gently rubbed soothing circles on the back of her hand, enjoying the soft skin, that he tried not to think about feeling equally as soft elsewhere on her body. Like the deep valley of cleavage or the feminine folds between her legs. Swallowing; taking a breath which only seemed to incite the fire nipping at his skin. "Well then, are you going to tell me what happened?"

She pursed her lips, only to huff in annoyance.

He smiled, waved the waitress over for refills and then settled himself back into the seats, and waited.

"Oh you!" she pouted.

"Pen," he cajoled, and then he laughed. A full hearty laugh. "No, my poor Baby," shaking his head, laughing harder when she crossed her arms; faltering his amusement just the slightest as he openly stared at the lush bountiful tits before him, now pressed further up for his pleasure – and when she rolled her eyes, he continued. "You're embarrassed about something?"

"W-What!" she sputtered; face now flushing red, eyes narrowed over her frames. "No!"

Bingo!

"You, my Goddess of all things sexy and brilliant, are embarrassed?"

"Derek," she whined, and when tears glistened at the corners of her eyes, he stopped teasing and pulled her closer to him.

"Baby Girl," he cooed, kissing the side of her head, unable to stop himself from breathing in her alluring scent. "I'm not gonna judge ya."

"I know," she sniffled; dabbing her eyes with a napkin. "It's just…" waving a hand around. "I wanna feel sexy!" the way she stated it, with such wild determination, had him startle back with shocked confusion – Penelope was the sexiest woman he had ever met. It didn't make sense.

"Sweet Mama," he chuckled, only to earn a fierce look from her as she pulled away, causing him to arch a brow and tug her even closer. "You want to be sexy? Baby, have you seen you?" he was smiling a Cheshire grin of pride. Oh he had seen her alright…she was more than sexy. The painful pressure in his pants was proof of that, but when she crumpled, letting out a loud, miserable wail – drawing attention from the few other lingering patrons, he immediately realized the mistake in his wording.

"I know what I look like Derek!" she spat, blowing her nose into the now rumpled napkin. "That's the problem!"

Anger surged down his spine, and he wanted to smack himself for causing her distress – but, first he was going to pay a visit to Lynch and give him a swift kick in the ass for not reminding Penelope every day that she was beautiful.

"I'm gonna be forty in a few years," she rambled.

"You're not even thirty-five yet," he countered.

She glared.

"And I feel like we lost our…" waving her hands around with renewed vigor, seeking the words she desperately wanted to say. "Our…oomph, ya know!" at Derek's blank expression she continued. "I mean, I thought we had it…I think we did, no, yeah, we did. When we first started dating. He was adorable, and nice…" she frowned, not liking that descriptor – probably thinking it sounded as pathetic as Derek thought it did. "But I don't know…recently it's like…I mean we just…"

He was scared she was gonna stop breathing, she was talking so fast; putting a hand on the small of her back, he firmly rubbed her up and down, like soothing a startled kitten.

"I think it's because I-I don't feel…sexy anymore," stealing his napkin to wipe at her cheeks. "Kevin and I lost our spark, and I think he wants to settle down, and and…Derek we haven't fucked in almost four months! No! Five! Five months!" she shrieked, then she froze. "I just said that out loud, didn't I?" when Derek gave her a sympathetic nod, she groaned and buried her face in her hands. "Oh, my god!"

"Hey, hey! Baby, look at me," he growled, when she tried to twist away and hide. "Garcia, look at me!"

That got her to stop moving, but the tears kept flowing – looking around, he caught the curious stares of the people sitting around them and felt that protective urge kick in. Scowling; daring them to say something – causing them to shift and look away. Getting the waitress' attention, he quickly paid for the check, then gathered Penelope in his arms and lead her out into the soothing breeze of the cool autumn night.

Unlocking the doors to his SUV, he carefully got her into the passenger seat, then ran around to the driver's side and got in. Starting the car, he quickly turned the heat on, and waited until her tears subsided and she stopped sniffling.

"Look at me," grabbing her wrist, giving her knuckles a sweet, gentle kiss. "Please."

Staring out the window, she took a deep, shuddering breath and finally looked at him – eyes red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears and mascara, and he smiled…she had never looked more gorgeous.

"Sorry, Hot Stuff," she mumbled, giving him a grateful smile – one that always seemed to melt the barrier around his heart. "I didn't mean for that to happen in there."

"Stop fussing," resting his elbow on the center console, entwining his fingers with hers as he held her hand against his cheek. "You wanna tell me, what's really going on?"

"I've just been thinking a lot lately," he chuckled, and she arched a brow – silencing him. "And well…I mean Kevin's great…but…there's no fire there anymore."

He could have told her that, long before they ever started dating – though he highly doubted voicing his opinion at this moment, would be any help. So he nodded, and urged her to continue.

"I mean, it used to be there…I think," turning her gaze to watch people exit the diner, only for the gentle squeeze of her hand to bring her attention back towards him. "Well anyways, I was cleaning up my home computer, and then I was shifting through some files and then…" nibbling on her lip; free hand playing with her chunky necklace. "And I found some deleted searches for…wedding rings."

The silence that followed was deafening. It was like a knife had been plunged through his heart; seizing the air from his lungs, and sending a bone-chilling freeze coursing through his veins.

"Huh," he croaked out, tearing his eyes off of her – staring out into the nearly empty parking lot, searching in the distance for an outcome that didn't involve his life collapsing in on itself.

"But...I don't want to marry him," her voice was so quiet, and yet so honest, that it shattered the frozen chasm that had settled around him – forcing him to breathe and whirl his head back around.

"What?" needing to hear it again, to make sure he hadn't imagined it.

"I don't want to marry, Kevin," finding strength, raising her nose in the air with biting determination. "If I marry someone…" their gazes locked, that simmering blaze coiling around them, only for her to blink and shift away. "I want to feel sexy and…okay, I know that makes me sound like a horrible person, but I think if I got married, there should be that spark you know. That fire that lets you know there's chemistry between you two. And we just, haven't had…" waving her hand around, blushing once more. "Sex, in a long time, and well…I think we lost that spark!"

Derek tried not to smile; jaw ticking with tamped excitement, because he knew exactly who she had chemistry with.

He was sitting right next to her.

"So I did a…thing," hazel eyes sparkling with renewed mischief, but there was no denying that hint of embarrassment. "I'm doing a thing…and I'm…finally starting to feel sexy again," she was grinning, flashing those pearly whites, only for it to falter, as an irritated frown masked her face. "But, Kevin found out about…the thing, and he doesn't want me to do it."

Derek figured this thing, she was referring to, was the play she was in – and the fact that oblivious Kevin had a problem with it, made seeing her in it, that much more titillating.

Swallowing his parched tongue, shaking off the images that flashed in his mind, as he desperately tried to focus.

"So let me get this straight," brows furrowed in concentration, as he deftly tried to follow his best friend's frantic ramblings. "Lynch can't get it up, and wants to keep you around by putting a ring on it. And you, believing that it's your fault, went out and did a…thing…" dropping his voice, waggling his brows as her face went from a beautiful rosy blush to a full blown scarlet shade of miffed surprise. "Because you think you lost your sexy, and now that you have this thing…that makes you feel great, he wants you to give it up. And you," tapping her nose once more. "My little stubborn control freak, don't want to give it up."

Her mouth was hanging open in an adorable 'O' shape; head cocked to the side, eyes wide with what could only be wonderment.

"And you shouldn't," squeezing her hand, peppering the knuckles with kisses. "Give it up," feeling suddenly bold, he peeked his tongue out – nipping, sucking on the soft skin between her middle and index finger; imitating what he wanted so desperately to do between her legs. Grinning victoriously, watching her nipples pebble beneath her thin blouse as a shudder rippled down her body. Lifting his gaze, he grunted in satisfaction when her bright hazel eyes glazed over.

"Derek," she breathed out, licking her lips as she tried to steady herself.

"When are you going to realize," his voice was scratchy, demanding, almost dark. "That he doesn't deserve you."

She gasped, floundering for words, but he wasn't going to let her speak.

"Stop lying to yourself, Baby Girl," dragging her finger near his mouth, swirling his tongue on the tip. "And admit the truth."

"W-What!" she mumbled, voice a throaty purr that could only be caused by arousal. "Truth?"

"Mmm Hmm," he teased. "You don't want to marry Lynch, because you lost that…spark. Be honest with yourself, Penelope," eyes narrowed as he kept her pinned to the seat with his words. "You two never had it to begin with. You don't want to marry him, because you don't love him."

Her huff of indignation didn't surprise him. He was being rather brazen, taking a risk – creating that opportunity for himself.

"I don't know who you think you are Derek Morgan!" she growled, yanking her hand away. "I do love him!"

"No you don't."

"Yes, I do!"

His amber eyes were glittering with such feral heat; a raw exposure, that she couldn't look away.

"I d-do," voice cracking, tears springing from her eyes.

"No, Baby," reaching for her hand once more. "You don't. He's not the one you love."

Dropping the gauntlet – gambling it all.

"Oh?" she sniffled, wiping her cheeks with the sleeve of her coat. "And who is it that I love?"

She finally looked back up at him, and their eyes locked.

Derek gave her a second to catch her breath – waiting, hoping that recognition would wash over her, and when it finally did, he tugged her towards him.

To be continued…