A/N: Hey your reviews make me sob (so please) leave me one...I deserve it!

Once I saw her eyes

I knew there would never be another who suited me so well

If she would cry

I would shelter her from the darkness that haunts her

Even if its me

Even if its painful

My heartbeat will never slow

when she is close

I'm complete

Its not easy giving up your heart

but darling, dare to hope

take as long as you need

Two distracted strangers with an undecided rather complicated relationship title sat quietly. Derek was somewhat marveling somewhat annoyed at how far Chessman Avenue was and Penelope was staring not so discreetly at his hands. He had vary large, veiny, beautiful hands. Her fingers twitched.

The silence was intimidating.

He sighed when he pulled up the building. The rain pulsed down on the roof of his car, making it feel as though they were under a blanket together.

"I'm sorry."

She turned her head to see his face but he firmly stared at the rain that flowed down his windshield, avoiding her confused gaze.

"Why?" Her voice was hardly above a whisper, but he heard it, and he shook his head.

"For kissing you. It is rather painfully obvious you don't want...you don't think you want anything to happen between us. I'm sorry for ruining any chance I had to get to know you, Miss. Garcia."

She deserved better than him.

Yet the thought of anyone with penelope made his heart stutter and sink.

The car was overlaid with darkness, and now, more silence. He waited for her speak, trying to swallow but he throat suddenly felt dry. It was tempting to look up at her, but he didn't want his last memory of her to be her glacial departure. No, he had enough of those stored.

"Would you like to come in, derek?" She offered softly, her eyes trailing back over his face. He looked so sad, so hopeless, she wanted to change that.

Derke's face took on a remarkably serious expression, defensive almost, and he stared at her for a moment. "Miss-"

"Don't call me Miss. Garcia. We're friends derek, or at least I want to be. I want to know you, too. So just put me out of my misery here and say yes before-"

"Yes." He interrupted her as she'd done, and they both smiled shyly. It was ironic really, the two people who had grown up much faster than their peers, exposed to the horrors of life, were so unadulterated. He exited the car after a few breaths, hurrying from the road to the sidewalk to open her door.

She'd already let herself out, moving ahead of him. "Follow the leader," she teased.

He laughed heartily but the sound was muffled somewhere in the cold raindrops. The new found friends scurried to the apartment building doorstep, a new air drifted among them. She fumbled with her keys, finally finding the right one and pushing her door open. She flipped on the first light she could find and disappeared before he'd even gotten off the porch.

Derek stepped through the threshold and if he had hair, his eyebrows would've vanished.

It was vary...colorful.

He didn't know if his home was exceptionally dull, or a rainbow haw exploded inside her apartment. She didn't have many things. A single, violet coach sat before a dark green coffee table. The walls were a dim purple compared to the bright yellow of the curtains, and he was sure they were visible in the dark. A few boxes stacked up everywhere, and derek wondered if she was leaving.

His evaluation for her apartment halted when he felt something against his leg. It was large and drifted between his feet, and derek screamed. He wasn't proud of the sound, for it sent penelope running back and caused a heat to flush his cheeks when he looked down.

A big, fat, dark cat with piercing green eyes meowed below him. It followed him as he took a step back and by instinct his foot flew forward and kicked the cat away from him. He cursed, realizing that was the worst thing he could have possibly done.

"You have a cat?" He asked somewhat sheepishly, watching penelope's lips turn up in a vary sexy smirk.

"Charles, did the bald man hurt you? Come here, sweetcakes." She cooed to the cat, stepping closer to retrieve the it and ignore Derek. But, as though it'd not just been badly rejected, the cat rubbed itself between derek's legs. Penelope shook her head, getting on her hands and knees to physically remove it away.

Derek didn't give a flying fuck about his furry admirer, for penelope was on her knees before him and his cock surely wasn't oblivious to that information. She continued to coax the stupid cat into her arms, her breath and hair brushing against him. He was still as stone, but the bulge in his pants was growing at an embarrassing rate. Finally she turned and walked back around the corner, taking the squirming thing with her. The second she was out of sight, derek unbuttoned his pants, pushing his hand inside and adjusting his dick into a much more comfortable position.

"Derek do you like milk in your tea or...what are you doing?" Her voice dropped incredulously, staring as he withdrew his hand immediately. His dark, surprised eyes looked at her but she was staring anywhere but his face. Penelope zeroed in on Derek's gray US Pollo briefs, specifically where as his jeans sagged on his narrow hips and his vary large, um, bulge.

"Penelope," He said quickly, trying not to writhe under her scrutiny. He wished his damn blood flow would regulate. "I should go."

"Stay with me." She retorted quickly, inching closer to him until his scent engulfed her. Her hand lift to the top button of his pants, and his groan vibrated off his chest as she buttoned it. Her eyes twinkled at him as she drew her bottom lips slowly between her teeth.

He bristled.

"I don't like to play games, penelope. Don't tease me." Derek rasped lethally, staring down at her.

The instant her mouth opened to respond, her apartment dipped into darkness. She gasped, stepping back quickly and running into her coffee table. The noise only made her more anxious, and air didn't seem to be filling her lungs fast enough. Two strong arms wrapped around her, pressing her back against a hard chest. It was too dark to see anything anything, but she knew exactly whose arms felt so right around her.

The all consuming electric current was back, flowing, humming in the small distance between their bodies. They stood there for a time, regulating their breathing and simply enjoying how natural their closeness felt. Then he reached into his front pocket, pulling out his Iphone and holding it in front of her face.

"Your power's out." He stated, tightening his one arm around her as she tried to step out of his embrace. Her eyes adjusted to the small light that illuminated them. The wide, handsome smile that lit up his face knocked the breath out her.