A/N: I'm so terribly sorry for not updating sooner. Truth is, RL caught up with me big time. Between work, preparing my daughter's 3rd birthday party this weekend (eek my baby is turning 3!), her dad's aunt passing away, getting a new car, feeling under the weather and a short-lived break-up, it was pretty hectic this week. I will also get back to reviews as soon as I can, which will probably be AFTER the weekend. I won't be able to write a next update before that either, again, terribly sorry about it. Life is just what it is.
That said, glad you are sticking with me. I'm honestly overwhelmed and honoured by the reaction this piece got and will hopefully continue to get! You are the best, I don't know what I did to deserve it but it is very much appreciated :) You make me stay up until ungodly hours to still make that quick update despite needing sleep like no other ;)
Note: there's a little tag for chapter 6, you can read it here: .?#cutid2. It is Hotch/Reid slash, and explores where Reid learned what love is, written for ReadingYourThoughts. Please heed the warnings (scroll up slightly), it is pretty explicit, it's not for everyone, so abstain if that's not your thing. Just putting the link here in case someone reading here might be interested :) M-rated.
So, onwards with this. I upped the rating to 'M'. There was a big talk coming up, as well as a smutty scene, that much I knew. So I figured I'd give you the smut first, hopefully to make up for the long wait. I hope it doesn't suck (no pun intended) as it's late and I'm still new to this lol. Still nervous ;) Figured it was also nicer to you, as I won't be able to update really quickly and there's a bit more angst coming up, nothing bad though.
=~==Baby, If You Were Mine==~=
The moment he felt her lips touch his, the world stopped turning for Derek Morgan. He didn't know where this was coming from, he didn't think he deserved this kiss after his inconsiderate actions earlier, and he had no idea what brought on her change in attitude from fleeing him to being the one who took control, but all of that didn't matter. Right now, he wanted this kiss to never end. He knew they needed to talk. It was perhaps still too soon, but he would take what he could get. He didn't want to be her rebound lover, which was what he had been telling himself while he was pacing his living room, but she tasted so sweet he didn't have it in him to protest, not for a second.
Instead, he ran his tongue over her bottom lip, taking his sweet time to explore every inch of her before deepening the kiss. Bringing his hands from her shoulders down her back to rest on her ass he pulled her flush against him, and she now finally let go of his shirt to cup the back of his neck, holding onto him as if she was afraid he'd disappear if she didn't keep him there. She gave as much as she took, almost overwhelming him with her eagerness, sending his head spinning in a way it had never done before. The kiss at the bar had been electrifying, forever making him hooked on her, but this one held a promise. This one was fireworks, and she had initiated it. Perhaps that was what made his heart sing so much. She wanted him. That at least was sure. And perhaps, perhaps she might love him the way he had loved her for all these years now.
When he finally came up for air, he cupped her face, his forehead leaned against hers; he could still feel her breath on his lips. She had her eyes closed at first, but when she opened them he felt his heart start running wild. There was so much love, so much trust in her gaze, he felt like the luckiest man on earth yet also terribly humbled, because he didn't know if he was worthy of such confidence. The last thing on earth he wanted to do was hurt her. He knew he was broken still … although she was rapidly healing him. She was his lifeline, his solace .. when looking in her eyes right then, he could see his future. He just hoped she saw hers too when she drowned in his onyx ones.
She blinked a couple of times, bringing Derek back from his reverie, when she let out a shaky sigh.
"Baby girl, are you alright?" he leaned back, to better see her, gauge her reaction. A quick moment of panic rose in his chest: what if she realised – again,on top of that - that he wasn't good enough. If he saw the smallest sign of regret on her face, he was going to die right then and there, he was sure of it.
"I am now," she smiled at him, giving him small pecks on the lips to accentuate her words. "Now I know that you're not mad at me."
"Sweetheart, I could never be mad at you, not in a million years," he met her kiss for kiss, "I love you too much."
He still saw a flash of doubt and disbelief on her beautiful face when he said that, he knew he deserved it after his actions earlier. But he was also confident something in her changed, because that meant she was willing to take a chance on him, didn't it?
Morgan stopped thinking when her tongue softly licked his bottom lip, letting out a moan he just lost himself in the marvel that overcame him. It still felt unreal. And yet … when he felt her hands travel down his chest, tugging at his shirt to free it from his pants, it never felt so real in all his life to hold the woman of his dreams in his hands. Her hands traveled over his six-pack, his well-defined torso, setting him aflame wherever she touched. The slightest caress turned his world upside down as if he was a teenage boy again. Nobody ever had this effect on him. But then, he hadn't ever really been in love ever before either. Nobody compared to her, it was that simple.
She loved the texture of his skin, so different from hers, she had dreamed for so long about finally touching him like this, let her hands roam where previously she had to stop for fear of being out of line as just a friend. She didn't care now though, tracing the contours of his tattoos with her index, taking her sweet time exploring him. She felt like she had known him for forever, but she was discovering new things about him, bringing him closer to her. She'd have pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming if she didn't feel his hard body against hers, the press of his erection proof of his desire for her. She tried to memorize every instant of their kisses, for fear she'd never experience them again, she was sure she could live off the memory forever, they were that powerful. It still dazzled her that a man like Morgan would want her. Love her, even. It made her heart sing, because love made things so much better; with him she felt hot, sexy, wanton, instead of chubby and not good enough, with him she no longer thought she needed to settle. With him, her dreams came true, and she never wanted to wake up.
When she trailed her fingers over his nipples, barely touching him, traveling down, resting them on his waistband, he groaned, unable to control himself. He had wanted to keep the kisses light, to make sure she knew he loved her and wasn't just using her because he was horny or drunk, but there was something about her hesitant yet determined touch he couldn't refuse. He kissed her jawbone before nuzzling her neck, taking her delicate skin between his teeth, nibbling before soothing the spot with his tongue, trailing a path up to her ear, nipping at it. She moaned; that was it for him. He'd got wherever she wanted to go, no matter the consequences. Her moan had awakened something primal in him, and he pushed all rational thought to the back corner of his mind. He kissed further down, suckling, leaving marks, but he didn't care, and neither did she. Tonight she was his, and tomorrow he wanted proof it was not just another fantasy when she woke up in his arms.
His mouth followed the deep v-neck outline of her shirt, for a moment he rested his head on top of her perfect, heavy breasts while he cupped them underneath, lifting them. She ran her hands over his head, his neck, pressing him closer, letting out a startled cry when he suddenly sucked hard on her already raised nipples through the fabric of her shirt and bra. He looked up at her, her eyes closed, and captured her lips again in a kiss which soon turned frantic. He couldn't get enough of her, and neither could she get enough of him.
Stumbling backwards, they made it into his living room, falling on the couch, Penelope on top of Derek. She was straddling him, feeling his arousal hard against her wet core, and she ground her hips against his while she bent down to kiss him. When she started to take his shirt off, he sat up, pulled it over his head and started working on the buttons of her own shirt, looking her straight in the eyes to see if she really wanted this. She encouraged him with another kiss, full of anticipation, he only let go of her to slide her shirt off her arms, taking in the sight of her lace-clad breasts. He growled; she looked exquisite, but he needed more, and reaching behind her he undid the clasp of her bra with one subtle movement.
Baring her chest to him, Penelope suddenly felt more self-conscious. She was usually someone confident, who was used to having all attention on her when she walked in a room. She dressed the part too, always finding new, colourful outfits to compliment her curves. Being naked with a sculpted God like Morgan was something really different, but she quickly lost her insecurities when she saw the lust with which he was looking at her; he looked starved. There was no doubt about it: the man wanted her, and she wasn't going to protest that one second. Needing to feel him, she ran her hands up his chest to his neck, wrapping her arms around him, pressing him close. The feel of his naked skin against her breasts made the fire inside her burn even hotter, and she moaned while he left hot, wet kisses on her neck, softly biting her earlobes, pushing her away from him a little so he could trail his tongue down to her breasts, circling her beaded nipple, teasing it, while he brought his hand up to play with her other breast, massaging and tugging at her nipple, rolling it around between his fingers.
"Damn, you are perfect," he whispered before he sucked her nipple into the warmth of his mouth, it were the first words both of them had spoken since he had told her he loved her. "So, so perfect. And all mine." Penelope could hardly make out what he was saying, but she understood him nonetheless, growing wetter with every passing second under the experienced ministrations of his lips and hands, she was absolutely aching with need. She started working on his belt and the buttons of his trousers, leaving no doubt about her intentions. He groaned, his head spinning with the anticipation of what they were about to do. He reached under her skirt, and pushing aside her panties he thrust two fingers inside her, feeling how ready she was for him, making her gasp before she moaned, begging him to go on.
Morgan had fantasized so many times about his first time with Penelope, and this frantic, almost dirty lovemaking had not been part of his plans, but it was perfect. It was exactly what they needed after a night full of frustrations. He curled his fingers upward, using long and hard strokes until she was panting, her head leaned back, her mouth slightly open, and he thought he had never seen anything more sensual in his entire life. When she started bucking her hips into his palm he reached up with his thumb, pressing hard on her clit, keeping the pressure while he rubbed the bundle of nerves until moments later she exploded around him, riding her orgasm with his name on her lips; he instantly fell in love with that sound and vowed he'd hold onto it until his dying day. She fell back against the couch, her eyes closed, unable to speak, so he leaned forward, giving her butterfly kisses all over her face and neck before slanting his mouth over hers while he finally removed his fingers. Coming down from her high, she kissed him back, feeling the heat rise in her again. She reached down to his trousers, slipping her hand inside, wrapping it around his thick length, squeezing while she heard his breath hitch.
"I need you, Derek, now," she murmured hoarsely, stroking him. He didn't need telling twice, he didn't know how much longer he would be able to hold back if she touched him like that. He removed her remaining articles of clothes before making quick word of his own, dressing himself in all his naked glory in front of her. Not being able to wait any longer, she pulled him down on her, running her hands over his head, his back, his ass, pressing him as close as humanly possible, yet it wasn't enough, she needed to feel him inside of her.
"Derek, please," she nearly begged between kisses, eager to quell her thirst he pushed himself up on his arms, looking her intently into the eyes. She reached between them, guiding him to her entrance, moaning as she felt him enter her in one long stroke, resting there to let her adjust.
"I love you," he breathed, caressing her cheek, the love and lust shining in his darkened eyes, overwhelmed by how right she felt. He lifted her hips, and heard her gasp as she wrapped her legs around him and she felt him sink inside her a little deeper, filling her. Soon, he wasn't able to hold still, and he began to move in slow, long strokes, setting a rhythm she met thrust for thrust. She was clawing at his back, moaning loudly, his own moans becoming more ragged, and his control snapped. Pushing himself up against the armrests, he moved harder, faster, sweat coating his skin, until he felt her come undone under him, and just a moment later he followed her over the edge.
Panting, he lay down on her, his face nuzzled in her neck, while she wrapped her arms around him, pressing him against her, needing to feel him to keep her grounded after such ecstasy, and they remained there for a while, still intimately joined, reveling in each other's presence.
"I love you, too," she softly spoke against his ear, caressing his head as she was trying to catch his breath. She didn't miss his smile against her neck, and she smiled too in turn.
Long minutes later, he rolled off her, and stood up, taking her hand to pull her flush against him. Without saying a word, he lead her to the bedroom, where he joined her naked body under the covers, spooning her, holding her close while they both fell asleep.
=~==Baby, If You Were Mine==~=
A/N. *ahem* So, more?
