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Till There Was You
Morgan and Garcia
Chapter Nine
May 2010
Penelope tried not to be nervous as Derek led her into his house, their hands intertwined. He was carrying both their go-bags- his filled with dirty clothes from his trip to California, and hers filled with clean since she hadn't accompanied the team this time.
Her heart was racing as she slipped out of her light trench coat, worn because it was rainy that day. Derek helped her get out of the coat and he hung it on a hook near the door.
Penelope asked "No Clooney?"
"He's probably conked out. Some watch dog, huh? I got him for that purpose but I didn't research the breeds. That's all right though. He's great at what he does do. Chewing up socks and chasing squirrels."
She chuckled a little, her eyes searching his. He cupped her face and gave her a gentle kiss. "Lets go see about some grub, mama."
"Lead the way. I haven't seen your chef skills in action in too, too long. You learn any new tricks since the last time you had a cook out?"
"Oh, woman, I'm always working on new tricks," he flirted with her, while taking her hand and leading her to the kitchen, where he flipped on a light and they went to work on making some dinner.
Over the course of the meal and some wine Penelope begin to relax but her nerves kicked right into overdrive when Derek took the plates over to the sink after they were done. She watched him moving across the room, admiring his body, longing for him and wanting him yet feeling a little scared too that tonight they would really get together.
Making love with him, she was sure, would make it so her heart was forever his, if it wasn't already. There would be no way she could ever love another after being with Derek. She let out a shaky breath.
"Come," he commanded in a strong and steady tone, as he crooked his finger at her.
She rose and crossed the room on shaky legs. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her deeply. As they broke apart he murmured "Relax. Tonight I just need you in my arms, okay? My head isn't in the right place, angel, for anything more."
His hands smoothed down her back and cupped her ass, sending heat shooting through her and making her want to have sex with him right there against the kitchen counter.
"Mmm," Derek moaned as he squeezed her ass "I sure do wish this last case hadn't been such a bitch cause having you here tonight should not go to waste."
She kissed on his neck. Then tugged his ear between her teeth before whispering "Being in your arms is never a waste of my time. And having a Goddess in your bed sure better not be considered a waste to you, if you like your stellar credit score."
He chuckled and squeezed her lovingly. "Woman, you make everything better. Never change."
"My crazy ways shall stay crazy as long as we both shall live," she vowed, making him whoop with laughter.
"I need a long shower."
She flirted "Oh, I feel so dirty myself. Wash my back, baby love?"
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Sorry, not tonight. Cause when I wash that back," he flirted "I plan to do some very dirty things to your front. You'll just have to wait till your man is in top form again. I'm gonna bring you my A game and I expect the same back."
She cooed at her "Ohhhhhhh, I think you can only handle my B game. The A game might just break your back."
Hearing that challenge he scooped her into his arms, leaned her back till she was on the kitchen table, and they started to furiously kiss, grope and caress each other until they were on the verge of having sex when Derek reluctantly stopped them and headed off for a cold shower.
Penelope was flushed, turned on and tingling as she watched him leave the kitchen. She teased him "Leave some cold water for me. I think I'll need a nice long shower myself when you're done."
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Derek wasn't sure that waiting was the best freaking idea he ever had. In fact he hated that idea but, deep down, he knew it was the way to go cause his head was in a crazy place still, thinking about everything that had happened in California.
He wanted his first time with Penelope to be all about them. Wanted to focus on her body and worship it. Soothe away any insecurities. Convince her that her sexy, stacked body was the hottest one he ever had the pleasure of being able to make love to. Show her how deep in his heart she had gotten. Be her dream come true. Rock her world. Blow her mind.
Tonight his body was aching. His mind was weary. His spirit still beaten down, even though she was building it back up with every moment they spent together.
She deserved better than the mess he was tonight. Yet he was glad she was here because he wanted to sleep holding her. He had gotten the chance to hold her till she fell asleep in Alaska and it had felt right- comforting both of them at the same time- but then he had snuck off to lay on the makeshift bed on the floor, tossing and turning all night, jumping at every noise and checking to make sure she was still all right.
Tonight he could fall asleep with his woman in his arms. Just a few weeks back this would have been just something he wished he could have, in the back of his mind, but he'd pushed that wish down since it was impossible. She had Lynch back then.
Now, by a miracle in Alaska, Penelope and Derek had given in to the intense chemistry, the curiosity, the desire, the connection, the flirty crush that he bet lasted his whole lifetime and they fell into a sweet, sexy love affair. He thanked God for all that happened in Alaska. For God giving him his solace as his lover now.
And when he did make love to her it was going to be phenomenal, Derek was sure. It just, as much as it sucked to face, was not going to be tonight. He left the bathroom and headed downstairs to find her on his laptop.
He was wearing only pajama pants. He ordered her, in a teasing tone, "Shut that down, mama. Its bed time."
She crinkled her nose at him. "I'm just about to finish a quest. Ten minutes, promise."
He rolled his eyes. "A quest. Come on, Garcia. How can you still be into that game?"
She glared at him playfully and he threw up his hands, quickly adding, "Hey, hey, hey, if you're a fan then...I'm a fan."
She joked "He says to get under her dress."
He slid onto the couch next to her, cozy up against her, placing his hand on her thigh, and sliding it under the hem of her dress. "Did it work?"
She playfully slapped his hand. "No."
He moved his hand away.
She grabbed it and pressed it back beneath her skirt. "But, you know what they say, if at first you don't succeed, try, try again."
Derek laughed. Teasingly he stroked her thigh with baby soft caresses, distracting her so much she gave up on her quest and they started kissing instead.
After a moment Derek knew he would only get hard again if he didn't stop them so he broke their kiss and asked "How about I run you a bath? There's lots and lots of hot water."
She chuckled because he was saying he had taken a cold shower.
"Mmmm, that sounds inviting, my love."
"Then lets get to it, darlin," he said, laying on the charm, as he slowly rose and reached out his hand to her. She took it and stood up.
They headed for the stairs. Derek stopped by the front door and grabbed her go back. "Mark this date down...finally I'm getting you in my bedroom for the whole damn night. Hot damn. How did Derek Morgan get so lucky?"
"Ohhhhhhh, you haven't gotten lucky with me yet. When you get lucky, Hot Stuff, you're gonna feel it down to your toenails."
He got hard hearing that. Garcia had a way of getting him like that with just her sexy words coming out of that gorgeous mouth. She leaned over and nibbled his ear. He grabbed her ass and squeezed it.
"Woman, stop it," he dragged out the words.
Soon they went upstairs and he drew her a bubble bath. An hour later she came out of the bathroom in a silk robe, hair in wet ringlets, make up washed clean, looking as gorgeous as he had ever seen her. She took his breath away.
Their eyes locked as she padded to the bed. He was sitting up, watching the news. He forgot all about it as she pulled him into a kiss and he flipped her over so she ended up under him on the bed. They shared slow, tender kisses.
He looked down and into her eyes. His body was intimately pressed against hers. "Hey...baby girl...I love you," he whispered, emotionally.
She burst into happy tears and was rendered speechless. Her mouth opened and closed but only sounds came out, no real words. He had said he loved her before but this time was one that they would hold in their hearts forever as special and set apart from the rest.
That night they slept curled together. Every time she rolled over he followed her and never let their bodies separate, even in their sleep. He was sure of it because all night he had this sense of peace in him that only came when he was holding Penelope Garcia.
