Love Her....What?

May 2006

Chapter Six

Frustrating woman! Derek cried as he got out of his shower at home.

The cold water did nothing for the pissed off feeling brewing in him. It just ticked him off more. He wouldn't be in a cold shower trying to cool his burning skin if not for her being so damn cold to him.

Ugh! Just who the hell does she think she is? he asked himself.

Sadly he had treated way too many women as Garcia treated him. Just sex, she said, the same as he had countless times. The same thing he told her before hand! Throwing his own words back in his face.

But when she said it he felt hurt and betrayed by his baby girl.

That's stupid, he told himself, She's right. Just sex is much better. It's the best sex of my life. I'm not giving it up and I'm not going to fall for anybody cause I don't want to go there. No freaking thank you! She's driving me nuts already. Ugh!

XXXXXXXXXX

Penelope felt heat course through her as she opened her door and let Derek back in. Her nipples hardened under the flower print blouse she had slipped on, along with jeans.

He seemed as tense as when he left. He looked her up and down with hooded eyes. "You changed."

"Yeah. The temperature dropped outside."

"Did you pack the dress?"

"Its dirty."

"Did you pack a different sun dress?"

She smirked. So he had liked it on her that much, huh? Good to know. She answered him "You'll just have to wait and find out, Hot Stuff."

He gave her a small grin and then wrapped an arm around her back and tugged her against him, letting her feel how he was hard again after just a minute of being there. "Can you tell me something, Garcia? Why does it feel like we're fighting this so damn hard? I thought we're friends and we want the same thing."

Her eyes got teary. They had been battling all day, even if it was a glorious, sensual body rocking mini war. She never fought with him before and she didn't know what to think about the fact that as soon as they got serious about having sex with each other they started to feel like they were on different teams, when they had always been on the same one in the past.

Looking down at her and seeing her tears he brought his hands up to cup her face. His thumbs were on her cheeks, readying to swipe away any tears that fell.

"Pretty mama," he said "I just want to take you away to a tropical paradise and give us both memories we'll never forget. Two buddies having the time of their lives together. Nothing serious and nothing that should make your heart hurt. You up for that?"

"That sounds heavenly, lover."

He grinned at her and swept her off her feet, heading for the bedroom again, looking completely relieved and like the weight of the world was now off his shoulders. Soon he had her on the bed and was kissing her as if his life depended on it. She kissed him back just as desperately until his phone started to make a buzzing noise.

She pulled back. "Morgan, that's yours."

"Ignore it," he kissed her neck. "We're not on call."

She threw back her head, caressing his head as he kept sucking and licking at her neck, "I think that was your alarm.....What did you set it for?

He groaned and broke away from her. His eyes were clouded with lust. "So we would leave for the airport on time." He rolled away from her. "Guess we better take off," he said with clear disappointment, his voice thick and hoarse. He turned his head and looked at her. His eyes just soaked in her angelic face, her halo of blonde waves, and her swollen red lips. He reached out and used his knuckles to caress her cheek. "You trust me, Garcia?"

She swallowed and then answered, very seriously, "With my life."

"I promise you I'll never do anything that makes you regret being with me." Not wanting to risk getting emotional he crawled off the bed, flipping over her as he did, and making her chuckle with how his hand skimmed her breast on purpose. Then he reached out, took her hands and tugged her to her feet.

She was smiling shyly at him. He pulled her close to him, even though he knew he should just walk out to the living room and not get them started again on something they had no time to finish.

"Ready to fly away to our island paradise?"

She raised her eyebrows in unison. "As ready as I'm gonna get."

"I don't know about you but I can't wait for that plane to touch down again. I'm already counting the milliseconds."

She laughed. "Well its good to know you weren't lying when you told me you have an insatiable sexual appetite. And there I was thinking you were all talk."

Her eyes danced with lightness. He felt warmth fill his chest over her. "Now you know better," he said, slightly gruffly as emotion filled his tone. He kissed her forehead and then her nose and then her check and then her mouth.

She titled her head as she kissed him back, changing the angle over and over as they explored each other's mouth's more. He gripped her ass with both hands and rubbed, causing her to moan into his mouth. Finally he broke the kiss and groaned "We gotta get out of this apartment, baby girl. Jamaica won't come to us."

She gave him one short kiss. "I'm ready."

He nodded at her, hearing a lot more in those words than he knew if she truly meant and wondering why that made him feel better when he was supposed to be drawing a line between love and sex with her.

Taking her hand he led her back to the living room and then they gathered everything they needed, including a lap top for her, and left. He teased her as they got in his SUV. "Girl you will have no time for that computer of yours during this trip. Forget about it, baby."

She teased back. "I have a hot date set up with my computer genius. I can't be a no show for him. He's the sensitive type."

Morgan gave her a possessive look. "He's gonna have to go to bed with just his mouse for company cause you're gonna be otherwise occupied."

She chuckled in her sexy way and he felt that down to his groin. Resisting the urge to kiss her again, and slow them down even more on their way to try and catch their plane, he started his SUV and took off.

XXXXXXXXXXXXX

They were in their luxury suite at the resort when his cell phone rang. He looked at the caller id and smiled. Derek told Penelope "This is my buddy who manages this place." He answered "Gerald, what's up, brother?....Yeah we missed our flight earlier and had to catch a later one...Good, good.....The suite is off the hook. Thanks.....Can we make it later?.....Sounds good....Later, brother."

He hung up. "We're meeting him for brunch at eleven tomorrow. That cool with you, baby?"

She looked at him nervously. "I don't want to intrude on your reunion. You go, my love, and I shall acquaint myself with this lovely resort."

"No way. You're not getting out of my sight."

She raised an eyebrow.

He said "I mean....I've heard the crime rate here is sky high....and besides," he grinned at her "I want to show you off to my old running buddy."

She winced. "I really would just rather skip out."

He tensed. "Why's that, sweetheart?"

She looked away. "I just don't feel like being attached at the hip to you, okay?!"

"Garcia?"

A long moment passed. "You're friend will expect someone a lot different than me to show up on your arm."

He stalked over to her and took her by the arms. "You frustrate me so bad sometimes. Look at me."

She was studying the floor.

"Garcia," he ground out.

She looked up.

He melted at her sad look.

"Oh, baby girl, you just don't know what the world sees when they see you and maybe that's a good thing cause if you did you probably wouldn't waste your time on me. I'm the one who isn't up to the same level as you as far as anything. But that's not holding me back....I want you by my side tomorrow. Will you be my date?"

She nodded and then rested her head against his chest. He stroked her hair.

XXXXXXXXXXX

They had room service for dinner. They were both famished, barely having a morsel all day. Since they had a suite there was a living room with a couch, table and flat screen TV.

Derek found himself relaxing with her in a way he usually didn't with his dates. When it came to him and Garcia they were friends first and even after having sex that bond was still first and foremost in their interactions.

He joked with her "What do you mean you won't pull up the playoffs on your computer for me? This is the playoffs, sweetheart! Don't get between me and my game."

"What game has playoffs this time of year? Baseball?"

He groaned and gave her wide eyes. "You're joking, right? How did you live this long and learn so little about sports?"

"How did you live so long and learn so little about Star Trek?"

"Just lucky, I guess, and the two don't compare. One is an American treasure and the other is just weird."

"Hey! Watch it," she teased back. "I can think up quite the punishment if you should keep dissing what you don't understand or see how beautifully complicated it is."

"Beautifully complicated?" He rolled his eyes and dropped his voice, as his hand covered her hers, "All right, if you say so, sexy mama."

Her eyes locked on his and held for a long time. Eventually he shifted in his seat, taking his hand back, she cleared her throat, they went on eating and joking but the heat was building again.

And it was a heat that could not be denied.