AN: Hello everyone! I hope you are having a wonderful day and an even better week. Keep being a beautiful star!

This chapter turned out to be longer than I thought so June will be two chapters.

Love all,

PolHop

June: Part I

Derek looked at the building in utter annoyance. Why he agreed to this he had no idea. He turned to Penelope who had a gallop in her step as she made her was towards the front door. Not much had changed since Hotch had bailed them out last month. Him and Penelope still we not together, but that wasn't for lack of trying on his part. They unfortunately ended up with a case that took him away the following day. They only arrived back home two days ago, and when he went to see Penelope, with every hope to rekindle what they had started that night outside the strip tease class, she was in a rush to get out of there. On her way past him, she shoved a piece of paper in his hand informing them they were all set for this month's item. That lead him to right now.

"I can't believe this was on your list," he said, shaking his head. The things he would do for her.

"Really? This is what you can't believe is on the list?" She shrugged. "I thought this wouldn't surprise you after the clit piercing."

He growled. "We are not talking about that right now." It would be far too embarrassing to have a hard on during this next item.

"Suit yourself," Penelope said as she skipped into the building.

Derek followed behind, albite not very willingly. She was right though, this being on her list shouldn't have surprised him. Nothing should surprise him now when it came to Penelope.

He watched as Penelope made her way to the front desk. "Hi," she said cheerfully. "We are here for the Nude Body Art."

Derek shook his head after hearing the words. How did she get him to agree to this?

"Oh, you must be Penelope," the receptionist said. "And you must be Derek."

"That's us," Derek mumbled.

"You're the last two to arrive. I just need you to sign some waivers and the we can get you set up. You'll meet the painter and the photographer in a few minutes. They already took the others back." The receptionist handed them both some papers for them to fill out.

Derek glanced at the paperwork and then back at Penelope. "I thought this was just a painting why do we need to sign a waiver for a photographer?"

"They're the ones who take the finished photo," Penelope said not looking up from her documents.

"Like a group photo?" Derek asked. That seemed kind of weird to him, but it's art. What did he know?

"No, silly boy, the finished product." Penelope signed her forms and handed them back to the receptionist.

Derek stared at her, a confused looked marring his features. "Why would they take a photo of the painting someone created? That sounds kinda redundant. They can just use the actual canvas to display the piece," Derek grumbled.

"What canvas?" Penelope asked.

"The one the person paints. You know, you and I sit somewhere with a cloth draped over our sexy bits…" He winked at her. "… then people paint us like with oils or some shit. Or like one of their French girls."

Derek watched as Penelope did her best to hide her laughter. "Uhh, hot stuff, that's a nude portrait class, or the Titanic."

"Yeah, I know. That's what we are here for," he remarked looking at her like she had lost her mind.

"We are doing Performance art, Derek. Not a nude portrait."

He cocked his head to the side. "Isn't that what this is?"

"No, sweetie," Penelope said as she reached out to pat his arm. "Remember a couple of months back I showed you the video of the paintings that were actually people? It started as a still photo, but then the people in the photo moved apart and the painting fell apart."

"The people that were on top of each other? The ones that when combined the formed a solid photo?" He panicked.

"That's exactly it! I've only ever seen it done with animals, I'm excited. Sometimes it takes four or five people to make one photo."

"Jesus Christ, Penelope, are you kidding me right now?" Derek asked.

"Uhh, no I'm not kidding you. I've always wanted to do this. They can use any body type. I think it's so fascinating, they paint what they need on you then fill in the rest with black so you blend into the background. No one will even know it's you, or that it's nude body art until you move."

"Hell no. We are not getting naked and climbing all over strangers while some person paints on us. Hell fucking no, Garcia." Derek stomped his foot like a child. He didn't care he was being unreasonable. He was already on edge when it came to Penelope, and watching her crawl all over someone else naked would be his snapping point.

"Fine," she said. "There's the door. I'll see you in a few hours."

"No. You're not doing this either," Derek announced.

"Yes, I am!" Penelope growled.

"Ahh, you must be Penelope?" a young lady said making her way over to them. "I'm Sandy, I'll be the photographer for tonight. Do you guys have any questions?"

"Yeah, I have one." Derek said. "Where the hell is the exit?"

Penelope shot him a glare. "Ignore him. He's just a little nervous. Can you go over some of the basics with us?"

"She doesn't need to, Pen. We're leaving," Derek protested.

"Just hear her out."

Derek grumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Fine."

"No worries," Sandy said. "This happens sometimes with first timers. Basically, we decided what painting we want opt complete. We then choose the number of people needed, and our talented painters get to work positioning you. Once you're in position they paint you. This all extremely professional. Our artists work with the upmost respect."

"Why can't they just paint over your clothes?" Derek asked

"It takes away from the reality of the photo in the end. Trust me, I've been doing this a long time," Sandy remarked.

"This sounds awesome." Penelope turned to Derek. "Please do this with me. I don't want to do it on my own, but if I have to I will."

Derek felt his blood boil. On one hand, he wanted to bolt out of there, but on the other he wanted to help people complete her list. No matter what was one it. Taking a deep breath, he turned towards her. "I'll do anything for you, baby, you know I will."

"Yay!" she squealed.

Sandy smiled as she motioned to the closed door behind her. "Right this way."

"Thank you," Penelope said, happily.

Derek felt his palms become sweaty as he followed the two into the room. This was well beyond his own comfort zone. This should be a twofer with the lists.

"These are our last two models for tonight," Sandy said greeting the room. "Please welcome, Penelope and Derek. It's their first time. "

"Oh, I want to be tangled with him," one of the woman said.

"Me too," another concurred.

"Oh Sandy," a girl with cropped brown hair said as she made her way over to them. "These two will be perfect for the frog."

Sandy smiled. "That's exactly what I thought."

Derek turned to Sandy. "What frog?"

The girl with brown hair spoke up. "It's one of the pieces we are doing tonight. But this one only takes two people. Your body types will be perfect for it. I'm Mac by the way." She held out her hand.

"Mac, as in Mac McCarthy?" Penelope asked.

"That's the exact one," Sandy announced.

"Oh- Em-Gee!" Penelope squealed. "Hot Stuff, the video I showed you. She was the one that painted those people." Penelope turned to Mac. "You're so talented."

"Thanks," she said. "Now let's get you two undressed and in position."

"Right here," Derek asked, as panic seeped through him.

"No," Mac laughed. "We will be working in the smaller studio."

"Oh goodie," Penelope exclaimed.

They made their way into the smaller studio that was just off of the main room they were just in. There was a black canvas on one wall and a cushion in the middle of the floor. The paints were all around the work area. This didn't look like fun at all if you asked him. Taking a deep breath Derek turned to Penelope. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, Hot stuff, I really do."

"Alright, baby girl, anything for you."

"Perfect," Mac said. "Now I'll need you both to get undressed. There are two towels that you can cover yourselves with until you get position."

Penelope nodded as she made her way behind the screen on the other side of the room to disrobe. Derek watched as Mac looked him up and down. He couldn't find it in himself to move. "Umm," he said.

"I get it," Mac remarked. "The first time I painted my girlfriend it was in a room full of people. I get what you're going through. I promise, this will be fun. And it will just be me or Sandy in here. Plus, you and your girlfriend will love the outcome and the experience will last a lifetime."

"You can tell I'm that nervous?" Derek asked. As soon as the words were out of his mouth he felt stupid. Of course, she could.

"It's written all over your face," she said. "Now go get changed so we can start this. It gets easier after a few minutes."

Five minutes later Derek and Penelope stood in front of Mac, with only a towel around them. Derek did his best not to look over at Penelope. The last thing he needed was a stiffy.

"Okay, I think I have worked out the positioning," Mac announced. "Derek I'm going to have you sit on the cushion and Penelope sit onto of your lap. You'll be the anchor."

"On top his lap?" Penelope squeaked "Umm…"

Derek smiled. Finally, she was getting a little uncomfortable. Finally! but he quite liked the idea of her sitting on his lap.

"Yeah, I want you to face me, though. I'm going to use your breasts as the eyes," Mac started turning to her drawing.

"Nope," Derek announced. "No one is gonna get a picture of her breasts even if they do have paint on them."

"Umm, I kinda agree with that-" Penelope started to say.

"No one will see them," Mac interrupted. "I'm going to have Derek's hands over your breasts to help give the eyes demission. You are basically going to be sitting reverse cowgirl on him. He is then going to place both of his hands on your breasts to shield them. I'll then have him throw his legs over yours and have him place his feet right in front of your vagina. That way, that part of you will be covered as well. His legs will then become the "mouth" of the frog, all while keeping you covered."

"Uhh," Penelope stammered.

Derek felt, for the first time, since being in the building, excitement course through him. Hell yeah he wanted to hold Penelope's breasts and feel their heaviness as he would lightly stroke them. It was also a huge bonus that he got to place his legs around her, his body being so close to her intimate areas. Hell. Fucking. Yeah!

"I promise it will work out, Penelope. Let's get you both in position," Mac said.

Derek smiled. "Come on, Pen, this is exactly what you wanted." And what he wanted now. He grabbed her hand and brought her over to the cushion. In one fast moment, he removed his towel sat down, he then grabbed onto Penelope's hips turning her away from him. He threw her towel across the room, before picking her up and placing him right on top of his member. Did he care he was hard? Nope. Not this time. If she insisted on torturing him with this item on her list, well then, he was gonna be damn sure to let her feel exactly what she did to him. Pay back was a bitch after all.

Once she was sitting on him, he threw his legs over hers and scooted the heal of his foot all the way to her pussy. Shit! She was so warm.

He couldn't help his smile when he heard a faint moan, come from deep inside Penelope's throat. Quickly, he then moved both of his hands onto of her breasts. She was now covered from everyone's view all while being so wrapped up in his body he didn't know where she began and he ended.

Fuck! Her tits are beyond perfect! He thought as he lightly squeezed them.

They were everything he ever wanted. Their heaviness was far more than a handful. But they were perfect for him. He couldn't help himself. He took his left hand and moved his fingers so he could tweak her nipple. They were so hard, they could cut glass.

"Derek," Penelope whimpered.

"Wow," Mac said. "Normally getting into positions take a lot longer than that. I definitely like the take charge kind of guy." Mac laughed as she shook her head. "Alright, Derek, your elbows need to be glued to Penelope's sides. Don't move them. It's going to help with the body of the frog."

"Got it," he said as he brought his elbows down, placing them on Penelope's sides.

"Now, Penelope I need you to lean your head back. Rest it on Derek's shoulder."

"Okay," Penelope squeaked.

He knew it was wrong, but he loved the fact she was so affected by him.

"Derek, you're going to place your head in the crook of her neck. And Penelope you are now going to bring your arms onto of Derek's head." They both did as Mac asked. "Perfect. Just like that," she said.

Derek heard Penelope groan again.

"Alright, now the fun part begins," Mac announced.

Derek couldn't agree more. He felt like her was in heaven. He couldn't help it when he snaked his tongue out to taste Penelope's neck. It only egged him on more when he was rewarded with a whimper.

"God, Baby Girl," he said.

"Shit," Mac remarked. "I'll be right back. I forgot something. Don't worry no one but me or Sandy will come into this room. You two just relax. I'll be right back."

Derek heard the door close before he went in for the kill on Penelope's neck. Sucking and biting, he was relentless.

"Derek," she moaned.

"Baby, all I gotta do is lift you a little and I can slide right into you," he whispered while he twerked her nipple.

"Please," she begged.

He used the heal of his foot to rub against her pussy. "I want to feel you wrapped around me. I want you so bad, Pen."

"Me too, Me too."

"Mine," he demanded.

"Yours," she replied.

"Sorry about that," Mac's voiced bellowed into the room.

"Nooo," Penelope whispered.

"How are you guys feeling? Any discomfort?" Mac asked.

Not that you can do anything about, Derek thought. This was going to be one hell of a few hours. "No, I'm okay, What about you, Pen?"

"Umm, I'm good." Derek could hear the need in her voice. Thank god he wasn't the only one going to suffer.

"Okay, you'll be in this position for a couple of hours. I'm gonna do the outline first just in case one of you has to move," Mac announced.

"I won't be getting up. I can promise you that," Derek groaned.

"I'm sure you won't," Mac joked.

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Three hours and a shower later Penelope was holding a printed out copy of their Performance art photo. Derek had to admit: it really did look like a life size frog. And even if you were looking really close you couldn't tell there were two nude people in it. Thank God! He didn't want to have to explain to his mother the next time she came down, why he had a Performance art photo with his junk hanging out hung in his living room.

Hmm, better yet, I'm hanging it in the bedroom. That way I can look at it and imagine Penelope's naked body onto of mine.

Thinking of that, he turned towards Penelope. It was downright torture to have her so close to him. All he had to do was move a centimeter and he would finally feel her incased around him. He couldn't stifle his groan.

"Penelope," he said. She wouldn't look at him, so he said her name again. "Penelope, look at me."

When she finally turned toward him, he saw the fire in her eyes that he knew matched his own. "I'm taking you to my place," he said, no question about it. He wanted to make sure, she knew she was not getting away from him this time.

"Uhh, okay," she said. "I don't have any of my night stuff though."

He smiled wickedly at her. "I know. But for what I have planned you won't need them."

He loved to watch her blush.

"And what do you have planned?" she asked.

He winked at her. "Oh, I've got a lot planned. But first we are marking my June item off the list."

"And what's that?" she asked.

Instead on answering her. He gave her a smile that he knew would melt her panties right off.

AN: So many updates from me. So, the next chapter… Derek's item isn't really out of his comfort zone… more like them finally getting to together, lol. Hopefully I'll be able to work a good CZ into it. I do have an idea for it. So what did you think of this?