A.N: ok so I thought this would be the last chapter but I thought wrong. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, alerted, and added to favorites its candy for my muse and now on with the show.
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Chapter nine
Must be love
"You just going to stand there beautiful or are you going to let me in?" Derek asked lamely. He was greeted with the door slamming in his face. "Penelope," he shouted banging on the door.
"Go away you gorgeous over grown jackass," she answered feeling the tears starting to slide down her cheeks. She'd gotten good at ducking and dodging him the last two days only being in the room at briefings and the occasional time in the kitchenette, but there had been others around at the time.
"Can't do it sweetness not until you hear me out."
"You got nothing to say that I want to hear Morgan."
He winced at her hurt tone, thick with tears and heart break, "Don't make me break down this damn door Penelope Garcia you know how good I am at that," he threatened knowing all he really had to do was use the key in his pocket. But really he wanted her to invite him in, and not force his way.
"Don't care go ahead and break it down and you'll be replacing it hot head."
He slammed his fist into the unforgiving wood his emotions running so damn high. The last two days had been killing him. Not being able to talk to her, see her, touch her soft porcelain skin, to finally kiss those soft ruby lips he kept dreaming of. Hell even in his dreams he couldn't get away from her. She plagued him night and day tormented him with that sweet lush body and her words of love and passion, promises that would turn to nightmares when he woke to find that life wasn't his dreams.
"Penelope, please," he begged doing to one thing he never thought he'd ever do. When she wouldn't open the door, "Fine then I'll begin out here and you better listen woman."
She hear him sigh a deep soul wrenching sound that caused her to press her body and ear against the door to listen. She felt foolish for doing, so. She could give in let him come inside and face her, but her pride kept her from doing just that.
"I've never loved someone the way I love you Penelope. My mother and sisters were it for so long, then junior year of high school I met someone," she could hear him pacing outside her door, "I thought she could dispel the memories of Buford, the touch I still felt, the visions of his face. And for a while she did," he laughed bitterly.
"I thought for the first time someone saw me for me and not just a piece of meat, boy I was so damn wrong," he kicked at the wall, turned away from her door.
He could hear the lock turn and Penelope's pale tear stained face emerged from behind the door, "This doesn't mean I forgive you hot stuff, but I don't think my neighbors want to hear," and she moved aside to let him come in.
Closing the door, she took a deep breath and turned around to face him, she never expected the array of emotions that raced across his face.
"Damn woman," he breathed wanting nothing more than to forget about everything else in life and wrap her in his arms, crush her body close and claim what he wanted. "You truly are a Goddess," his eyes took in the hip hugging red dress, with a deep V cut showing off a generous amount of cleavage, her red hair slightly pulled back little ringlets falling around her shoulders, red painted lips taunting him to kiss, and nibble and lick until he had her withering in ecstasy.
She tried to fight the heated bluish that rose up her cheeks and body, at the equally heated look that filled those dark chocolate eyes, eyes she wanted to drown in, but no he was in trouble, "Don't start with that Derek," she took a deep cleaning breath, "now you were saying."
He shook his head cleaning the fog, with a shrug of his shoulders he turned from his vision, "She just wanted a ride out of the ghettos. A free ticket to fame and fortune, Clara wanted the world and I was just the first stepping stone she used to get what she wanted."
"What do you mean sugar," Penelope asked though she all ready guessed what he meant it was there in his posture. Without much thought she moved forward, placing her hand under the bend of his elbow and led him to the couch, were she sat him down then faced him.
He didn't look in her eyes when he spoke, "The minute I got injured she moved on to another player. Said she didn't want to take care of someone who couldn't make her money and let her live in the lap of luxury. I was a fool to think she'd actually want me, and not what I could give her. It was always that way."
"What way?"
He changed a glance at her, "I'd give and give until it hurt, Buford, Clara, other women in the past. Only my mother and sisters gave back what I gave to them, and one other," he paused grasping the side her face in his callused palm, "you know who that is baby girl?"
She shook her head the feeling of his rough hand igniting a fire inside her body, "No," she let slip barely a whisper.
"You," he answered his heart in his eyes.
A tear slipped free from her lashes as she looked away from him, turmoil coursing through her veins, "I don't understand."
"I made a mistake Penelope," he answered dropping the hand, but then caught the tear on the end of his finger brushing it aside, caressing her baby soft face.
"How so?"
He chuckled, "I let the best thing in my life walk away and for what not a damn thing but wounded pride and foolishness."
"Two good reasons I guess."
He shook his head, "Never good enough to loose the part of my soul that I can't live without." Her breath hitched at his words, "Can you forgive a foolish man of his stupid ways?"
She turned and looked at him, sitting on her purple couch, arms resting at his side, a dark red button down shirt incasing his chest and torso, black slacks covering the lower half, but its those dark chocolate pleading eyes that held her captivated that begged her to forgive him. Slowly she nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat, "Of course handsome I could never stay anger at my big piece of hot melting chocolate, well not for long anyway." She wasn't sure which way he meant his statement but even if it was just as friends she could live with that right?
"Good to know baby girl," he answered once again cupping her cheek in his warm palm mouth going dry when she turned her face into the warmth, placing a tender kiss, before turning back to face him, her heart in her own honey orbs.
"My question then Derek is simple," she watched him nod, "what part do you want to play in my life?"
He sat there a second thinking over everything, a slow easy grin crossed his lips as Reid's words came back to him, "Love you silly girl," and he pulled her head towards his to capture her lips in a heated, tongue tangling kiss filled with passion and longer that had built up for so damn long.
Wrapping her arms tight around his neck, Penelope pulled him close as she leaned back against the arm of her couch, wanting to feel the heavy masculine warmth of his body press into hers. She sighed when he complied, pressing her back ever so slightly not wanting to hurt her. She moaned at the heady scent that filled her nose a combination after shave, Irish spring soap and Morgan, something she knew she'd never get enough of.
A slight shiver ran through her body as his hands took possession of her head holding it still as his mouth ravaged hers masterfully. Plunging deeply before withdrawing to sallow nibbles of her bottom lip to repeat each second, leaving her breathless and in no doubt as to how much he wanted her. In that instant he became her life force, her air, and need like a junky on crack, was her need and addiction to him.
But then the same could be said for Derek as his hands loosened their hold on her head, to drift down her body, finger tips running slowly down her the curve of her neck one stopping to cup the back as the left continued its path south. He wanted nothing more than to devour her whole starting at the top and working his way slowly, torturously down. How many nights had he dreamed of doing this very same thing, only to wake without her beside him. His body arching for a release only she could give him and no relief in sight. But now, now he was going to do what he'd only dreamed of, but first.
Slowly he pulled away from her intoxicating lips, placing feather light kisses to her cheeks, eyes, down the same path his fingers traveled, to suckle at her pulse point, which danced to a fast rhythm under his lips. "Humm I could stay like this forever baby girl," he mumbled against her skin.
"Why don't you lover?"
"Cause," he began pulling back slightly to take in her rumpled appearance, her once neatly placed hair, hand tossed, ruby lipstick smudged, eyes darken to almost black with lust and passion, "we have a banquet to get to beautiful."
She ran a hand down his back, lightly scratching the hard cloth covered flesh feeling him jump, "And ditching it would be bad why?"
"I don't relish the thought of being skinned alive sweeting," he answered growling at the feel of her small hands squeezing his ass.
"And who would do that to such a fine specimen of man?"
"JJ and Emily," he provided with a grin, reaching for her questing fingers as they came around his body to cup the bulge between their bodies, "now be a good girl and let's go."
She pouted, "But I don't want to hot stuff. I much," and she wiggled one hand free to wrap it around his neck bring his lips back down to hers just a hairs width away, "rather stay home and be oh so very naughty with you."
He chuckled again at her answer, "And miss out on showing off this lushes body to all the drooling males of the FBI," he stopped and thought about that for a second, raking his eyes hotly over her lushness incased in red silk, "on second thought, maybe I should keep you here forever, so no man can ever takes what's mine."
This time Penelope laughed, "Oh sugar I assure you that is one thing you'll never have to worry about. After all mama," and she unwrapped the arm around his neck, palm pressed against his chest, down his body and around to the small of his back as she spread her thighs just a fraction letting him feel the heat of her body more intimately, "doesn't like sharing her toys and doesn't want to be shared either."
"Damn strait woman," he growled low, leaning down to nuzzle his face into the warmth of her neck, breathing deeply the scent of sandalwood and vanilla.
She giggled, but then turned serious for a second, "I'm sorry to handsome," she stated making him rise up a fraction to stare down at her.
"What for?"
She toyed with the collar of his shirt, fingers brushing his neck, "For not telling you sooner."
He sat up, bringing her body with his and then into his lap, "Explain baby girl."
Feeling a bit naughty she straddled his hips facing him, "The manhunt I was on," she grinned placing a soft kiss to his neck, nibbling her way up to his ear, "was for you."
Grasping her shoulders in his hands he pulled her back a huge grin on his face, "Why?"
She shrugged her shoulders, "I got tried of waiting on you to make your move, I wanted you still want you madly, but."
Fear gripped his heart, "But what beautiful?"
"Not for just one night," she answered sheepishly.
"Thank God," he exclaimed and claimed her lips in a masterful kiss that left her shaking with hungry and need.
End note: ok so my muse wants another chapter so hopefully it will come sometime tomorrow. I hope everyone liked this one and will for give the angst.
