"And just who are you, my little butterfly?"
Jessica thought for a moment, not really knowing how to answer the question Derek posed for her. A part of her wanted to let him know that he knew her, while a larger part wanted to keep some mystery about the evening, in the spirit of a masquerade. "I'm a free spirit that floated into your life for the evening," she finally replied before settling his hand on her hip.
"Ooh, a woman of mystery. Consider me intrigued," he growled as he pulled her flush against his body. "And you are just in luck, since as of two minutes ago, I am officially a free agent."
"That's what I like to hear," she said, trying to purr like Penelope. He chuckled and let his hand creep a little lower to rest on her ass. Jessica found that she didn't mind the touch, welcoming the warmth that it offered her. "Though why any woman would break up with someone like you is beyond me."
"There's more to a relationship than just how a person looks." There was a slight tinge of sadness in his voice, and Jessica frowned as she leaned up and stole a quick kiss.
"And that just proves that you deserve to have the right woman on your arm, even if it is just for an evening."
He cocked his head to one side, as if he had finally recognized her, and she held her breath as she awaited what he would say next. "I'm sorry, you just seem really familiar," he said as he reached up with his free hand and tugged on one of her curls. "And I'm wondering if you're the type of fire that I should be playing with."
"If you're given any heat, I can always make certain that it goes away." She smiled at him as she reached up to make certain that her mask was still firmly in place. "Now, dance me to the edge of love."
"Ah, a Leonard Cohen fan, I like it." He grinned before leading her out into the throng of dancers. The more they danced, the more she found herself falling under his spell, and when a slow song came on, she rested her head against his broad chest, listening to the beat of his heart. Sighing deeply, she looked at the people around them, easily picking out JJ and Hotch. There was something mischievous about the smiles that danced on their lips, and she wondered if this would be the night that a little brother or sister would be conceived for Jack and Henry.
Penelope was the only other person Jessica was able to pick out as they danced, and she found herself gasping a little to see that she was in the arms of another woman, one who looked distractingly familiar. "Derek…"
"Oh, you know my name?" he teased, his hand squeezing her ass a little as he pressed his lips to forehead.
"Yes. And I need to ask…is that Strauss's daughter dancing with Penelope?"
She jerked her head over towards the women, and Derek shook his head after taking a good long look. "No way. That woman is too old to be one of her daughters. But it does look like her, doesn't it?" She nodded and he chuckled a little. "Now, if you're familiar enough with our lives to know who we are, you have to be someone close to us. Isn't that right, Jessica?"
She blushed a little as she nodded. "Guilty."
Derek leaned down and gave her a long, lingering, kiss. "Are you really sure you want to spend the night with me?"
"If I wasn't certain, I wouldn't let you kiss me, or touch my ass. Now, I know that Penelope got everyone rooms tonight, are you going to show me yours?"
"As long as you show me yours," he teased in response, and she arched one eyebrow as she reached up between them to tug the neckline of her dress down low enough to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Umm, that is a wonderful start."
"I thought that you might like that," she said as she grabbed hold of his hand and led him through the throng of people. There was a slight line for the elevator, and she sighed. "I can't believe this many people want the elevators."
"Well, perhaps we could try the stairs. I'm only on the second floor, after all. Baby Girl knows that heights and I do not get along all too well. And I like elevators even less."
"Oh, that's right, you and Spencer almost had an accident in one."
Derek groaned a little as he shook his head. "I cannot believe that Hotch told you that story. He promised us that he never would."
Jessica shrugged a little as they started up the steps. "I heard it from Penelope, actually. She was trying to make me smile after…" Her voice trailed off as she thought about that moment after Haley's funeral, when she had been sobbing so hard in the bathroom of the hall that she had started to dry heave. The story had brought a little brightness to that awful day, enough where she had gained her composure once more, and she had been so grateful for that.
"Then I guess it was okay she told you," he said lowly, sweet understanding in his voice. The rest of their journey up was spent in contemplative silence, and she found herself tightening her grip on his hand, finding comfort in the size difference.
He led her down the hall, and she smiled to see that he was at the very end, which meant that he would have more windows to look out of, to have the morning sun stream into. "Penelope has good taste."
"Don't I know it." He unlocked the door quickly and led her inside. The first thing he did, once the door was locked, was back her against it, his mouth quickly attacking the neckline of her dress. "But you taste just as good," he muttered as he tugged on her dress. It was loose enough that he could pull it beneath her breasts, revealing her bare flesh.
"Ah," she cried out as his tongue reached out and swiped across her nipple. Jessica arched her back and offered her breasts up to him, needing more. Derek took the hint and nipped at the erect peak before he engulfed her breast with his mouth. She squirmed about until the gown she was wearing was in a heap on the floor before starting to tear off his clothes, needing to feel his skin against hers.
Roughly, he hitched one of her legs up to his waist, his erection pressing against her vulva and sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her. "Do you like this, Jess?" he said huskily as he hooked his hand into the waistband of her lacy panties.
"Yes," she hissed out, moaning as with one quick movement he tore her panties off. As he continued to lavish attention on her chest, they both fumbled with his pants, pushing them down around his feet as he thrust into her with one fluid move. Jessica gasped and moaned as she felt her orgasm build and build, Derek taking care to prolong things for them.
Finally, though, she was cresting, and she came with a primal scream, her nails digging into the muscles of Derek's shoulders as it went on and on. They collapsed into a heap on the floor, and she struggled to catch her breath, feeling like she had just completed a marathon. "I'm going to carry you to the bed now, Jess," he whispered in her ear, and she nodded, wrapping her arm around his neck and relaxing as much as she could.
Jessica squealed a little as she was dropped onto the mattress. Thankfully it was quite soft and she smiled up at him, waiting for him to join her. Instead, he ambled off to the bathroom, and she frowned in confusion as she heard water start to run. Moments later, he returned with a washcloth and gently spread her legs, cleaning her with soft, quick, strokes.
Once she was clean, he threw the washcloth through the open door of the bathroom and then knelt between her legs. "You look delicious," he growled, and she shivered as he leaned in and began to eat her out. Jessica felt as if she was flying, and she was soon whimpering and squirming beneath his touch.
"Derek!" she wailed through another orgasm, her body bowing up as she panted. This time, he wouldn't let her relax, instead, thrusting into her body, his hand grabbing her hips and holding her still as he thrust in and out of her body. It seemed as if she would never come down from her high, but finally the orgasm crested and Derek collapsed atop her, holding her close as he breathed harshly in her ear.
"You're amazing," he said before kissing her. Jessica found something thrilling about being able to taste herself on his lips, and she tugged his face around so that she could kiss him once more.
"I'm glad I took a chance on you, Derek. This was exactly the release that I needed."
"Me, too. Though I don't know what we'll tell the others tomorrow. We're all meeting for brunch before we head home."
"We'll think of something." He kissed her once more, and then pulled the covers up around them, cocooning her in warmth. "You know, if you think that Savannah isn't going to come back, well I'm…"
"Not a second choice, ever. Hotch would kill me if he thought I had treated you badly." She nodded and kissed him before using her weight to turn him onto his side, curving her body to fit his. "Are you ready to sleep?" She nodded as she yawned deeply, feeling the contentment of sleep settle over her heart.