A/N: Guess what? No longer a oneshot. LOL What can I say? With basically everyone saying she would never leave him - ever - I felt like I had to write a sequel. And I also felt bad for emzypemsy, cause her muse left her all alone by herself. Not that this will spark anything - if so, awesome - but you never know. Also dedicated to her - I see it she inspired me t the sequel. Kinda.
Hope this will fix it all. And you all will think it "right's the wrongs" LOL
It was the hardest thing she ever had to do. Period. Leaving Derek Morgan – looking the way he did in his boxer shorts and the tight, old looking tee – was one of the most tempting images for her and turning around, to leave was hard. And he didn't make this any easier on her either when bringing her to the door. She knew he just did it hoping he could change her mind, she saw it in his face: the desire, the heat, how bad he wanted her not to leave.
She was just walking through the door, towards her car, when she felt Derek's hand on her wrist pulling her back in his arms and just a second later she felt his lips on hers again. She melted right there and then into his arms, wondering once again why she was going to leave. She should just stay here, with him and explore what they started. She shouldn't be going to that lunch - okay she should, seeing it were her best friends, but then again she hadn't been waiting for a lunch with them since years like she did with waiting for Derek Morgan. She should be staying here. With him. And the longer this kiss lasted the more she felt her resistance crack. And why shouldn't it? She wanted him as much as he probably wanted her, if not even more if the fire I his eyes from before was any indication.
She moaned into the kiss, not wanting to let go, but also knowing the longer she let him go on with this the later she would be for her lunch.
"You know," she heard him whisper into her ear, after he drew back from her, "you really really shouldn't go."
His voice alone sent shivers down her spine. He really made this hard on her, not that she could really blame him. He mumbled sweet nothing against her skin, all the time kissing his way slowly and seductively down her neck, down her collarbone, all over her shoulder, down her arm and he ended with her palm. By the time he had finished her mind and resistance had been reduced to a puddle of goo. The things this man did to her, and he hadn't even started yet really.
"You're not playing fair," she moaned with a laugh.
"Why?" Morgan asked innocently, but from the tone in his voice she knew he was perfectly aware of what she meant. "All I do is giving you a proper goodbye," he smiled against her by now rather heated skin.
"And what a goodbye it is," she murmured more to herself, surprised she was able to form any coherent sentence. She felt his smile against her skin and knew … she had lost that fight. There was just no way she would be able to leave. No. Way.
"I will need to at least go to my place…" she started and could see the huge smile all over his face when he let go of her wrist and looked up. He knew he had won. But then again he had put quite some effort into convincing her.
"Why?" he asked simply and she laughed for a moment. For him probably all seemed so simple and easy.
"I don't have any clothes at your place left…" she started explaining and saw him coming in closer again, until she felt his lips by her ears.
"For what I have planned," he whispered seductively into her ear "clothes would be in the way anyway. So no need in wasting time to get them, when the first thing I would do is ripping them of your gorgeous body again."
And she might – maybe – have let out a whimper at this. Maybe. And who could blame her. The way he said it, in a whisper, his hot breath tickling her earlobe, had her melting into his arms right again.
How long they stood in that doorway, giving his neighbors probably quite an eyeful of him being all over her, she didn't know, but she knew she had to get out of his arms. Even just for a moment. She needed to call Emily and JJ after all, making at least an attempt at explaining that she wouldn't be able to make it. She just didn't know what to tell them. If she started with Morgan that phone call would never end, if she brought in some random guy she herself would feel bad, making her friends think some random guy valued more to her than her friends. Maybe she should just fake a cough and say she didn't feel too well?
In the end Penelope was saved from lying when Emily announced that she wasn't feeling too well and would rather postpone than infecting JJ or Penelope with whatever she was having. And not only a minute after she had ended the call Morgan was all over her again, like he hadn't seen her in forever. He seriously must have been waiting for this moment when he made her feel like he starved for her that much that he had already a hard time letting of her for longer than a few moments.
The way he attacked her lips, how his hands seemed to wander all over her body, frantically stripping her out of every piece of fabric, made Penelope wonder whether they would actually make it to the bed. They didn't. The couch was apparently good enough. Not that she minded much. After all … as long as he was with her anything would do. Hell, even the floor seemed appealing as long as he just didn't let go or stopped whatever he was doing with his tongue.
They spent their entire Saturday afternoon making good on the last three years and at some point during their acts of lovemaking Penelope wondered what it would take to wear Derek Morgan out. With every time he seemed to get more and more motive and more and more energized, And with every new act of lovemaking he certainly also got a whole lot more creative.
By the end of Sunday Derek and Penelope had managed to christen probably every surface at his place and both had to admit they kind were not looking forward to Monday, to parting, to leaving the bed, but both also knew sooner or later that day would have come.
And certainly today definitely had not turned out as any of them would have had thought. It turned out so much better. They couldn't have planned this any better even if they had wanted to, that much was for sure.
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