Part four:

It was almost five in the morning before Penelope could actually form a coherent thought. Derek Morgan was nothing if not thorough in his adoration of the female body – so much so that she could barely move. But, then again, she hadn't had sex in almost four years, so her body was doing a good job of betraying her.

The last time she'd had sex, it had been vicious, spiteful, and violent – her last days with Kevin had been a mirror of that. She'd been to the hospital four times before she'd been able to serve him with divorce papers. And that son of a bitch had dragged his heels on signing the paperwork. She'd only, finally, been free of him for the last year.

And the last year, she'd been hacking for profit… till she got caught.

Now she was just another lackey of the government.

In bed with another lackey of the government.

Who had a very nice weapon.

Very nice indeed.

The night had passed entirely too quickly with quick naps between delightfully delicious rounds of hot, fun, intensely passionate sex. He wasn't kidding when he said he loved sex – he'd definitely proved that beyond a shadow of a doubt. And he'd brought that love to the table and helped her feast on pleasures she'd thought she'd never enjoy – because Kevin had broken her in more ways than one.

Dear, sweet lord, she could get used to waking up with Derek Morgan. He even looked good tangled up in her purple sheets.

She blinked and looked at the clock – six had come entirely too fast. Eva was going to wake up soon and she would shit bricks if he was in her mother's bed. Penelope nudged him. "Hey," she murmured.

He grumbled something barely audible, so she poked him in the side. "Derek, it's after six," she said softly. "Eva's going to be awake soon."

"So she'll be awake," he mumbled. "So what?"

"She's going to have a fit when she sees you in bed with me," she hissed.

He groaned and opened his eyes. "Seriously?" he asked, pulling her closer, his hands creeping onto her ass again. "Can't she like sit there and watch cartoons or something? It's Saturday –"

She moaned and rocked her hips against him. "Aren't you tired of me yet?" she exhaled. "Because I'm not going to be able to walk without limping –"

He snorted a little. "That just means you're out of practice," he teased. "And practice makes perfect…" He rolled over, trapping her beneath him. She giggled breathlessly and accepted his hungry kiss, then shoved him away. "Hey, don't blow cold like that –"

"My daughter is my only concern," she reminded him gently. "And she does not need to know more about sex than what her father's already told her at the moment."

He frowned and kissed her once more before he rolled away. She didn't like how cold it felt without him all of a sudden. "Your ex is a dick," he commented dryly as he went in search of his boxers.

"You don't have to tell me that," she replied sadly. She got up and went to the dresser in search of clean underwear and clothes – only to get distracted when he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to –"

"Why were you with him?" he asked.

She shrugged. "He was safe. I was young and stupid. Take your pick – it's all the same." He nuzzled her neck and she exhaled weakly, knowing he could have her undone again in just moments…

"You, Penelope Garcia, are not stupid," Derek said firmly, directly into her ear.

She pulled away and pulled her underwear on. "Oh, wouldn't you be surprised," Penelope said cheerfully. She got dressed in record time, meeting his hot, intensely sexual gaze from time to time. Wow, he really burned hot –

And he was tenting his boxers. He better put a dampener on things or it could get very awkward when Eva got up. "You're having a little issue," she commented dryly.

"No, I'm having a very large issue," he growled. "Like that I don't want to surrender you to a four year old. I want to get back in bed and –"

She raised an eyebrow. "Derek, I'm fully clothed –"

"And I know what you have going on underneath those clothes," he pointed out. His cock was already poking up above his waistband. "You've spoiled me already," he said helplessly.

She glanced at her watch and took three strides to close and lock the door. "Maybe she'll sleep in a few minutes?" Penelope suggested hopefully.

"And if she doesn't?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as she turned around and took a hesitant step toward him.

"She can get a bowl and cereal herself," Penelope replied, looking him up and down, her gaze settling on his crotch. She licked her lips, unable to help herself from that small action. Damn him for being so utterly, completely, delicious anyway. She could lose herself in that vee – or in his eyes as he… She barely stopped herself from moaning.

"And how will you explain me being in here?" he asked, smirking as she took another step toward him.

"Stop playing devil's advocate," she said, "it doesn't suit you. You're supposed to be leading me into temptation, not yanking me away from it – right?" She met him in the middle of the last step, offering him a searing kiss that she felt to the tips of her toes. She had never felt this alive before – and she hadn't missed what she hadn't known existed. Till now. She grieved silently for all of the time she wasted with Kevin when she could have been doing anything but being his slave.

She knew she had to show him how much she appreciated his notice – and the night that they'd shared. But the thought of the inconvenience of getting undressed again made her think twice about tumbling back into bed. Instead, she broke the kiss and ran her fingers over his chest, tracing each muscle and smirking as she leaned in to kiss – and sometimes lick – where her fingernails left goose bumps in their wake. "Should I be jealous of your personal trainer?" she asked, reaching his navel and nipping at the edge of the divot with her teeth.

When he didn't respond to her question, she looked up and saw his eyes rolled back into his head and his teeth gritted. She laughed a little and tugged on his boxers, inhaling deeply when he sprang free of the silk. "Let me tell you a secret," she purred softly.

"Baby Girl, you can tell me anything," he groaned.

"I give amazing blow jobs." It was a simple statement of fact. Kevin hadn't always wanted actual, violent sex – sometimes, he'd just wanted to be sucked off so he could hide her away again. She'd become very good at getting him to blow his load as quickly as possible so he'd leave her alone – and the very few partners she'd had before him had given her nothing but praise.

But to have someone go down on her? That was not going to happen. The one time it had happened, she'd been wounded in action – and she'd never let anyone touch her like that again. Even Derek, chiseled sex god that he was, had been turned away during their play. She wasn't ready to open herself to trusting someone that much again.

His eyes were glazed when he looked down at her. "You shouldn't just – just say that –"

She took him in hand and flicked her tongue over the seeping tip. "Oh, I wasn't planning on just talking," Penelope said with a lusty chuckle. The best part about learning the best possible way to go down on people was learning to enjoy the power it gave. It made her feel more important than anyone else in the world, because in that moment, she was giving them bliss.

And the noises Derek was already making had her heart rate up. She was going to want to jump him again at this rate, and she was so not happy with herself for being such an overeager partner. She began to lick, kiss, touch his hard cock, listening to him get more and more into her ministrations even as she berated herself. Just because he was hot and every bit of him tasted just as good as her favorite chocolate treats was no reason to completely lose her head.

When he came, it was with force and his knees wobbled dangerously as she stopped caressing his delectable butt. She swallowed then licked her lips before she leaned in and gave him a few more teasing licks and nips, then sat back on her heels, feeling incredibly turned on. The deep guttural groan of her name had reignited all of her desires from the night before – and the morning – and – and forever. Because she felt like she'd been waiting forever for him to come to her and set her free. Damn it. She hated being a damsel in distress.

"Let me return the favor," he exhaled. "Please, Penelope –"

"I'd rather you be happy, tiger," she purred, stroking his thighs and smiling up at him. "And you're very, very happy right now, aren't you?"

"You know what would make me happier?" he asked, breathing deeply when she ran her nails down his legs. "Tasting you – finding out if you're as delicious as those naughty lips of yours."

Her smile faltered: he was going to push the issue. "Not today," Penelope bit out, pulling away from him like she'd been burned. "Maybe not ever."

"What did that spineless piece of shit do to you?" he growled. "Oral sex is a good thing – not something to be ashamed of –"

"I'm not ashamed! I – I – he bit me and tore something," she said, face flushing bright red – whether from anger or embarrassment, she couldn't have decided. "Okay? It was an accident and I just don't like the thought of it happening again. So no one gets near my bits with their teeth. Not even you, Hot Stuff."

He clapped a hand over his heart. "I'm wounded that you don't trust me enough not to bite your clit," he said sarcastically. "Woman, clearly the man didn't know what the hell he was doing – and I do."

"Not today," she said. "Maybe another time, okay?" She got up and started pacing the room, trying to keep some distance between them so she could keep a level head. "I just – I don't want you to think less of me because I said no. But I can't do it, Derek. Not today, maybe not ever – " She was going to wear a hole in the carpet and still not have any more self-respect than she did.

He stopped her, grabbing her hand as she stormed by and pulling her toward him. He kissed her and pressed his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I don't like being held responsible for other people's failures."

Her heart sank into her feet and she was suddenly hearing the death knells of their fledgling affair ringing in her head. "It's my failure, not yours or anyone else's," she whispered, pulling away from him and heading for the door. If she left now, she could save them both the humiliation of whatever was about to happen. "You can find the door when you're ready to leave," she murmured. "And there are plenty of fresh towels in the bathroom. Take your time."

"Are you brushing me off?" he asked, clearly a little amused at the thought. "After all that, you're just going to give me towels and a blow job and a brush off?"

She didn't even turn to look at him. "I need to check on Eva," she said simply, leaving the room before she could hurt either of them.

Eva was already sitting on the couch with a bowl of cheerios, munching away as she watched My Little Pony. "Hi, Mommy," she chirped. "Who were you talking to?"

"Mr. Morgan slept on the couch," Penelope lied, sinking onto the couch and pulling her daughter onto her lap. "And I was just telling him where the towels were so he can take a shower."

"He should take a bubble bath," Eva chirped. "They're nice."

"Mmmhmm," Penelope agreed, kissing the top of the little girl's head.

"Mommy?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"My shoes are too tight," Eva said matter-of-factly as she smiled at the antics of the animated ponies on the tv. "I need new ones. My toes are all smooshed."

"Okay," Penelope said softly. "We'll go get you new shoes today, okay? After Mr. Morgan goes back to his house."

Derek came out of Penelope's bedroom and walked into the kitchen, rattling around in the cupboards for a minute. He called, "Do you want some coffee, Garcia?"

The slightly snide tone to her surname made her flinch. "Sure, if you're making some, Morgan," she retorted in kind. The next thing she knew, he was thrusting a mug under her nose. "Thank you," she said quietly.

Eva sighed and said, "I'm outta Cheerios."

"I'll get you more," Derek volunteered.

Eva wiggled out of her mother's arms and went to the kitchen without acknowledging him.

"You don't have to stay," Penelope whispered even as Derek sat down next to her on the sofa. "I know you have other places to be."

He glanced at her. "I don't like women throwing me out like I'm a piece of meat," he commented dryly. "You could at least be nice to me for a minute." He hesitated, then held her hand, threading their fingers together.

Her heart was thudding in her chest, urging her to confess the dark sins of her thoughts, her wishes, her desires – everything she longed for and feared… But instead, she said, "I just thought you might want to go home and get some things done. I know the BAU agents are on call 24/7. I wasn't – I wasn't trying to cheapen last night."

He was about to kiss her when Eva came back into the room, carefully balancing her bowl. She saw the adults on the couch and settled down on the floor cross-legged as Pound Puppies came on.

"We've got errands to run," Penelope murmured. "She needs new shoes and I need to pick up a prescription."

He nodded, then leaned in very close to whisper, "I never even thought to ask if you were protected –"

"Don't you worry about me," she replied. "I'm a big girl and I'm prepared for anything, Super Agent." She squeezed his hand. "I promise, some day… some day, I'll tell you why I'm gun shy. But till then, can you – can you live with this?" She looked over at him, hoping she wouldn't see rejection staring back at her.

"I'll live with whatever you're willing to give me," Derek replied, his voice low and gravelly.

"Mommy, can I have pink sparkly shoes like those?" Eva gasped as she watched a commercial.

"Maybe," Penelope replied, knowing that they cost way more than they could afford at the moment. But she couldn't really say no to her little girl, who didn't ask for very much at all.

Eva beamed up at her, and Penelope reminded herself that everything was for that little girl and her beautiful smile. All of this – the hacking, the FBI job, keeping her from Kevin… it was all for her. How her mother felt about it all didn't matter.

She closed her eyes and leaned against Derek, hoping that one day, he would understand.