Thoughts – Chapter 3

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.

Please note that these stories may/may not all take place consecutively. There will be alternating chapters, so we started with Penelope and next will be Luke. If you have any thoughts that you would like for me to write a chapter around please let me know. Please indicate if the thought should be Penelope's or Luke's when submitting it. I'll try to get to them all. Lastly, please enjoy!

Warnings: Smut. Rated M for this chapter. You have been warned.


Penelope – Bring Me: Part One


She can't count how many time she's watched Derek Morgan walk away from her, but she knows it's in the hundreds, and she knows that it doesn't hurt any less every time he does it. The pain that grips her heart as she watches her Chocolate Thunder leave her once again hurts in a different way this time, knowing that he was going home to his wife and your god child. When his back turns the corner she heaves a deep sigh, racing back to her office on heels that she will never rethink no matter how much they hurt her. Sliding into her chair she pulls the black and white cat that had been gifted to her a few weeks ago by Luke into her hands, giving the cat a gentle squeeze, before setting it back down onto the desk in front of her.

If there's another person who she has watched leave her countless times, it's Luke Alvez, and his leaving is a stark contrast to that of Derek Morgan. While Derek has always been about telling her that she is beautiful and he loves her, Luke has been the silent one, who she has caught staring at her on several occasions. The memory of the way his eyes felt as they roamed over her body when he thought she didn't notice continues to send shivers up her spine, even when he's not around. Unfortunately, at this moment in time, he's off finishing the job that Derek walked out on. He's out in danger, hunting down Peter fucking Lewis, and her heart was racing at the thought of all of her babies, out there in harm's way.

There's a rage within her, one that she couldn't place until now, and it's the revelation that Derek walked out when there were thirteen serial killers on the lose. She finds herself questioning his decision, but in the end decides that she can't fault him for wanting to be with his son every day, no longer living out of a too worn duffle bag. She can't fault him for making a life for himself behind a red door in Chicago, closer to his family, bettering his life and the life of his child.

No, she thinks that she's the most upset because he left her for the final time, and the fact that her calls went unanswered for a year, her texts were left on read for a year, she was cast aside for a year. But the fact that he showed his face back in the BAU as a civilian and she had run to him, falling back into the same stride that they had always had, that's probably what had upset her the most. Because if she was being completely honest with herself, she missed him. And in that moment she wasn't sure which him she was referring to.

Life is truly complicated when she loves two men, she supposed.

The thought evades her for a while as she blinks her office back into focus, hands poised over her keyboard, waiting for a call that will never come. As the minutes tick past she finds herself thinking back to the day that she realized she had other feelings for SSA Luke Alvez, the ones besides disdain and general loathing. It wasn't until he changed his course on that road and helped her step off of the sidewalk in Florida that she realized the tingling feeling she had when she was around him was due to her undeniable attraction to the man, and not out of hatred for his sheer presence. It wasn't until later that night when the team had retired back to the hotel room that she gathered her courage and walked quietly down the hallway to the room she knew he was located in. It wasn't until she had her hand poised under the number of his door that she began to question her motives, but still she knocked.

What she didn't expect was for him to open the door with wet skin, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, his right hand bringing another towel to his hair drying the excess water from the tendrils. She didn't expect to be face to face with the object of her desire, and she honestly didn't expect to let out an audible moan at the very sight of him, but she did. He smiled at her, and she recognized that she knew that lopsided grin, it was a grin that he gave her almost every time he saw her. His hand reached out into the hallway, clasping her fingers within his hand, and gently pulled her into the hotel room, swinging the door shut behind her. Penelope also didn't expect for his hands to trap her against the back of the door, his wet hair falling into his eyes as he looks down at her. But the one thing that Penelope didn't expect at all was when his mouth closed over hers without any words being spoken between the two of them.

She didn't miss the way her breath hitched as he gripped her around the middle, his hands sliding down to grip her cheeks before hefting her up the door, wrapping her legs around his waist in one fluid moment. His lips never stopped working on her own, his tongue dipping in and out of her mouth, his breathe hot against her face. Her hands found their way to the sides of his face, running her nails through his beard, tugging gently at the ends. A growl rumbled through his throat as she moves her lips down his jawline and wraps around his Adam's apple, licking the flesh there before she moves on down his neck.

Still, no words were spoken between them as he moves his right forearm under her to support her weight against the door as his left hand comes up to frame her face, gripping her jaw and tilting her head back. His teeth drag across her bottom lip sucking in the red painted line into his own mouth, eliciting a loud drawn out moan from her. His grip on her jaw lessens, trailing his fingers down her neck before dipping into her bathrobe and ghosting his fingers over her breasts. Her hands are still clenched in his hand, her hips grinding against the bottom of his torso, hoping for more friction.

He doesn't disappoint as his left hand trails further down her body before he slides his hands up her inner thigh, rolling his thumb around the bundle of nerves that causes her to scream out into his mouth. He chuckles into the kiss, nipping again at her bottom lip, before he abandons her clit and slides one long finger into her center, curling the appendage as he entered her slowly. She tears her lips away from his dropping her head back against the door, leaving her neck open for his assault. He doesn't waste any time as he bites the flesh that connects her neck and shoulder before trailing his tongue deeper into her bathrobe, biting hard on the exposed expanse of flesh that makes up her cleavage. He slides a second finger into her, causing her to cry out in pleasure, her hands flying to the tie cinching the silk bathrobe to her frame.

She doesn't feel ashamed of her size as the bathrobe falls to the floor near the door as he pulls her closer to his chest, his fingers vacating her body as he carefully steps over the discarded towel on his way to the bed on the other side of the room. His hands wind their way under the flimsy tank top she donned and she realizes that her panties are still covering her heated center, her face flooding with color at the thought of keeping them on during what she is sure is to come. Her back hits the center of the bed and cool air immediately rushes over her body as his hands are gripping her hips, hooking his fingers into her panties and yanking them down her legs. The sound of ripping fabric doesn't evade her but she doesn't pay it any attention as she feels his tongue assaulting her clit, his teeth dragging down the sensitive bud, as his fingers resume their previous ministrations. She covers her mouth with her hands, shoving the base of them into her open mouth as his left hand slides under her shirt, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She came with a muffled shout, her legs clenching around his head. He pulls his fingers out of her, blowing gently onto her before placing a gentle kiss to the swollen flesh.


Penelope turns her attention back to the computer screens in her office, her breathing coming in short huffs as she taps her blue painted finger nails against the space bar. It had been several months since she went out on the case with the team, but the thought of his body on hers still caused a wetness to rush between her legs and goosebumps to erupt onto her skin. She checks her phone for any calls she may have missed while she was traveling down memory lane, and when she sees nothing, she checks the clock realizing that both Derek and the team had only been gone for fifteen minutes. Scratch's location was at least an hour away. She closes her eyes, transporting herself back to that hotel room.


His thick lips dragged up her body, pushing her shirt up as he went, and she moans into the quiet of the room when his lips closed around her right nipple, his hand rolling the left between his fingers that were still wet from her orgasm. She could feel his arousal against her thigh and she tentatively reached down to grasp him in her hands, giving him a squeeze and he hisses around her breasts. A smile breaking out onto her face as she runs her hand down to the base of his cock, slowly bring it back up his shaft, rolling her fingers over the head feeling the bead of pre cum that had collected there. She leads the tip of him down to her opening, bending her right leg in order to lift herself up off of the mattress. He slides into her in one swift motion, closing his mouth over hers to stifle the moan that rips through her throat. He rips his lips from hers, kissing down her neck, placing bites onto her exposed skin around the shirt she never gave him the chance to remove.

Her hips were bucking of their own accord, lifting up to meet his with each thrust, her moans echoing loudly into the room. His fingers were trailing her body leaving a trail of exposed nerve endings as he touches her in places that she couldn't recreate. His fingers have found her clit again, and he pinches it roughly between his fingers, biting down on her neck at the same time, suckling on the flesh between his teeth. She comes undone with a loud scream, her walls fluttering around his cock, causing him to groan in pleasure. He doesn't stop his assault on her body instead, pumping himself into her faster, the sound of his balls slapping her ass with each thrust. He's raised up on his knees now, lifting her ass up onto his left forearm, reaching down between the both of them to rub her clit with two of his fingers. Her hands gripped his forearms, nails digging into the skin, as she bores herself down onto him with each thrust.

He's moving inside of her sporadically now, all pretenses of rhythm forgotten after her second orgasm, and when he feels her clenching around his cock for the third time he lets himself go with a loud grunt, thrusting into her in quick succession. She can feel him inside of her, emptying his balls into her, and she groans as he lowers himself onto her. His hands smooth over her hair, his lips coming down to cover hers in a slow kiss. She can feel him growing softer inside of her before he eventually slides out of her, his cock leaving a trail of fluid across her thigh as he moves to the side of her on the bed. He pulls her closer to him, kissing her hairline, his fingers trailing down her arms. She's asleep before he can say anything, and he finds that he doesn't care about getting caught by the team in the morning. In fact, he's sure that they all heard what happened in this room.

Her phone ringing jars her out of the trance she was currently sitting in and so when she answer the call it is not with her usual one liners, but with a breathy Garcia. Her blood runs cold at the sounds on the other end of the line, screaming, yelling…

"Don't do it, Penny." she hears before what can only be assumed as a fist colliding with something flesh covered. Her breathing starts to come in short gasps when she hears his voice.

"If you ever want to see your team again, Penny, you will bring me, Derek Morgan."


A/N: Shameless smut. I apologize for absolutely nothing.