A/N: Oops, sort of got side-tracked. But, here it is! A little birdie is solely responsible for the last few paragraphs, *ahem*. I first intended it to be just the talk but things sort of got out of … hand, I guess ;)

Disclaimer: none of the characters belong to me, they belong to CBS and I only get to play with them a little. Alas.

"You want to talk now?" he kissed her back, his hand on her shoulder, caressing her neck and jaw with his thumb, "Okay, let's talk."

She had prepared this whole speech in the morning. How she understood he had been confused, and horny, and she had been there, nothing more than an able, willing, body. How she didn't want to lose her best friend and could he please just try and forget about what happened, and continue to rock her world, even if from a strictly friends stance. But how she needed time to get over him, and for that, she'd need to move out again. Two days at his place, and she had fallen even deeper than before, she was completely and utterly in love. She wanted to tell him that she knew, deep down inside, that he wasn't the type of man to settle down for one woman. That she shouldn't have come back for him.

Now, however, she didn't know what to say. She had just blurted that out, that she was in love with him. It was the truth, and she had felt she owed him at least that. And then, the unthinkable had happened. He'd replied that, he too, was in love with her. And he'd kissed her. So hard she threw out any and all rational thought and they – and she blushed at the though – had made love in a public space. As FBI agents, they knew better. As people in love, they hadn't been able to stop, it was stronger than themselves. Garcia had never experienced such want, such need before. She had always been able to control herself. Approached sex and lust pragmatically: there was a time and place for everything. Not so with Derek. There had always been this tension, like a soft electrical current, floating between them. They had balanced on that fine line between a very deep friendship and a relationship as lover for years, careful not to build the tension up too much. They flirted shamelessly, loved on each other, cared for each other, but they never went there. Right now she kicked herself for not doing this sooner. At one point, she had thought that sleeping with him would be cathartic: they'd be able to get it out of their system, and then they would be able to go on. Now she knew that was the stupidest thought ever to enter her conscious mind. There was no way just sleeping once or even twice or thrice or three hundred times with Morgan was enough. She'd never get her fill of him, not in a lifetime.

But how was she supposed to tell him she was addicted? That she wanted to share her life with him? She couldn't, could she? That would just scare him away, it wasn't for him.

Morgan was observing her intently, yet he played it off as casual as possible, not wanting to put any extra pressure on her. He saw she was nervous, and he hoped it had nothing to do with her having second thoughts, but he couldn't fathom why she'd have told him she was in love with him only to regret it later. Unless … When she wrapped her arms around herself, he was certain. She was simply trying to protect herself, and he mentally kicked himself for the 100th time, for his behaviour with women in front of her over the years, for never giving her the impression they could have something more, for being such a jerk to her right before she was shot, having pushed her into the arms first of a killer then of the computer geek who had replaced her while she was in the hospital. For not stepping up back then. Since he couldn't turn back time, all he could do was making sure she understood now though. No matter the outcome, he needed her to believe in him.

"Baby?" She looked up when he woke her from her daydream, bit her lip. Took a deep breath. He flashed her a huge smile, she was so terribly cute when she did that. It worked to relax her a little, as her lips curled slightly, and she slapped his arm.

"What's so funny, Agent Morgan?" she asked, mock-hurt, but with a hint of insecurity.

"You are, sweetheart," he answered, tenderly, scooting closer to her, wrapping her in his arms, relieved when she answered his embrace and her arms went around his waist, her head resting on his chest. "Have you forgotten who you are talking to?"

She shook her head, unsure of what he was saying.

"Penelope, I'm your best friend. You can tell me everything. Everything, period. Even if you think I'm not going to like it, I could never be mad at you, or give up on you. Got that?" He sat back, cupping her face in his hands, looking her straight in the eyes. She nodded. "Then what is wrong? I know we need to talk, we need to clear all of this between us, but what are you afraid of?"

"That you'll break my heart," she murmured, almost inaudibly. Honesty had been her best course of action so far, so she decided to just go through with it. She heard him groan before she saw the hurt on his face, then the understanding. She gasped, she wasn't sure why, but he brought his face to hers, until his forehead was touching hers.

"You are the one who is more likely to break mine, Goddess," he surprised her with how vulnerable he sounded. "This isn't just some sort of infatuation or sudden desire, for me, this is the culmination of seven years of wanting you, first as a crush, but then as the love of my life. And I'm sorry if I overwhelmed you with it, but when I heard you were free, I just … I know I lost my inhibitions that night, and that I probably didn't give you the best impression of me but..."

"Derek..." she caressed his cheek, a lump in her throat when hearing him saying what she wanted him to say for years now.

"Hear me out, baby, please," he smiled softly, "I never want you to doubt that you are the one for me, I know how I acted in the past, I know my reputation, I know I kissed a random girl before kissing you, but you have to believe me that none of that means anything compared to what I feel for you."

A tear escaped her eye, rolling down her cheek, and she noticed his eyes were rather glassy too, making her smile despite the emotion overtaking her.

"Handsome, you have no idea how many times I have wished for you to say this over the years," she reassured him with her kiss, soft, tender, conveying her love rather than her lust. He looked so young, suddenly, as if she was his first love and he was afraid of that special sort of heartbreak that helps shape the rest of your love-life. He needn't worry though.

"I just never … I didn't want to make you hurt if you were happy with Lynch," he admitted, "And I'm just not that good with feelings, so since I didn't step up I figured I passed up on my chance and I had to respect your choice, and I did, I do, I just..."

"Shhh," she soothed his hurt expression, "There's no use having regrets. We're here now, right?"

It was his turn to nod now, before she took his lips in a tender kiss. Her soft pecks reassured him, conveyed her love for him, made him hope. He'd bared his heart, and she hadn't run, on the contrary, she was sitting in his lap now, her face nuzzled in his neck, running her fingers along his arm and his chest.

"I just need you to believe in me," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion.

He felt her smile against his skin, wordlessly showing him she did believe in him before she answered him, to take away any and all doubt.

"I've always believed in you, and I believe in us." It was his turn to smile, and he dropped a kiss in her hair, pulling her closer if that was even possible.

He loved how comfortable she was with him, how he didn't feel like the silence between them was oppressive. He just sat there long moments, treasuring the feeling of having her in his arms, her soft touches, that unique scent that was so typically hers and he couldn't get enough of.

"I've been in love with you since you called me Baby Girl for the first time," she breached the silence after several minutes, suddenly sitting up, almost agitated, looking at him with wide eyes as if the realisation just hit her. He frowned, not knowing what had her so worked up all over sudden, questioning her with his eyes.

"I just gave up on you ever coming around. I gave up on you. The best thing in my life and I gave up on it. And I was wrong," Penelope spoke with a quivering bottom lip, chastising herself.

"Hey now, you said it yourself, no regrets baby," Derek pulled her back against him, lightly rocking her in his arms. "I loved you then, I love you now, that's what counts."

"I love you too, hot stuff," she echoed his feeling.

When she shifted against him, he wanted to stretch but instead winced as a jolt of pain shot up from his leg. Garcia noticed immediately, jumping up to grab another ice-pack from the freezer.

"I'm so sorry, hot stuff, I wasn't really thinking," she mumbled while putting a wrap around it and applying it to his knee, "I shouldn't have..."

"Will you hush, I'm old and big enough to make my own decisions and I didn't exactly stop you," he beamed, enjoying the attention much more than the pain. What annoyed him most was the fact he needed to let his knee rest if he wanted it to heal and that kept him from properly loving on Penelope. The thought alone made him hard, and he moaned slightly in frustration.

"Sorry!" Penelope exclaimed when she heard him, "Did I push too hard? I can try and massage it if you want to or I could maybe try with some heat, there's a cherry heat pack..." She rambled, yet he couldn't stop thinking how adorable she was.

"The only thing hurting me right now is that I can't repeat our park experience in a more intimate place," he teased her huskily, the heat flashing in his eyes despite his injury.

"Hmmmm, that is a shame indeed," Penelope pouted, her ruby red lips pursed, her hand traveling over the bulge in his pants, bending over him to kiss him. His already straining erection grew even harder under her soft strokes, and she was barely touching him. The woman was magic, he had no other explanation. She was nipping at the skin of his neck, licking down to his shoulders, then up again to his earlobe, sucking it into her warm mouth then releasing him again to travel down to his chiseled chest, teasing with her tongue, twirling it around his nipples, hearing his breath hitch and become more shallow as she increased the pressure on his dick.

His eyes grew wide when he suddenly felt her mouth leave him, and she sat down on her knees in front of him, tugging his pants and boxers down in one swift movement, baring him completely.

"Sweetheart, no, you don't have to, I meant,..." he weakly protested, giving up almost immediately when he felt her tongue run up his shaft, "It's o- oh fuck," he groaned when she licked him up and down, taking her sweet time to explore his length in detail.

"I just want to," she muttered, before she swirled her tongue around his tip, wrapping her lips around him, sucking lightly before taking as much as she could of him in her mouth. She started a slow but sensual rhythm, sliding up and down, trailing her tongue over his thick erection. As she felt him grow even harder under her lips, she brought her hands up, raking her nails lightly over his inner thighs before bringing them closer to his straining erection.

When she moved one hand to stroke his base while she kept sucking in earnest, he hissed, not sure how much longer he would last. The sight of her with her red lips around his dick, her head slightly cocked to the side, her eyes closed, humming softly, was better than any of his fantasies. She finally wrapped her hand around him, massaging him, increasing the pressure of her mouth, and his hips bucked. His head fell back, resting on the back of the couch, his eyes closed, the sensation was too much for him. He'd never experienced a sensation as strong as this, never encountered a woman who made him feel like this, who seemed to really enjoy giving him so much pleasure. The way she lightly hummed against his throbbing dick, her movement, it was all too much and when she started long, hard strokes matched with her sucks, he knew he was done with.

"Sweetheart, stop, I'm gonna...," he moaned, but instead of pulling away she increased her speed, her mouth so wet and warm, tightly around him, and he knew he was done with, so he just closed his eyes again and felt her take over his senses. A few strokes later, he came hard, riding out his orgasm while she licked him clean before letting go of him and curling up on the couch besides him. He lay there panting, barely aware of his surroundings, just of her hand trailing little circles over his chest. When he came back down, he pushed himself up on his elbows, his body angled towards her, he tangled one hand in her mussed hair and brought her closer to him for a kiss.

"Wow, Pen, that was..." he murmured against her lips, sitting back a little, shaking his head. He had no words, making Garcia smile like the cat who ate the canary.

"I like having you at my mercy," she concluded with her huge grin, and went back to kissing him.

A/N: next chapter(s): back to work on Monday, and possibly running into Lynch, and maybe a rather nice Strauss about the whole situation with dating another co-worker ;)