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She turned to him and said "morning darling,"

He stopped kissing her shoulder and said, "matin magnifique, (morning beautiful)." Her heart kinda stopped when he said that, it reminded her of the first night they spent together in Paris. He woke her whispering matin magnifique as he showered her with kisses. She knew, she couldn't laze about today even though he was tempting. She started to get up and he pulled her back into bed, "I am sorry about last night. My assistant told me to focus on the show and see you after – since this is big. My first show in 8 years… but I was so distracted," he said playing in her hair. "Knowing that you were just a train ride away made my heart miss you more," he said as he caressed her face, "In the past I've been cavalier with women but you are special and I don't want to fuck it up."

She smiled "do you always do that?"

"Quoi?"

"Say exactly what's on your mind no filter?"

"Filter? What do you mean?"

He looks at her confused and continues, "When you come to New York next weekend, I may have to work and I don't want you to—not have a good time. So bring a friend down and If I can- I will take you both around and if not I can meet up with you later. I don't want to repeat last night and disappoint you but -I just want to see you again. Time is fleeting."

She loved the fact that he always shot from his hip. Kevin was so into pleasing her that sometimes he lost who he was. and sometimes who he was , was just a big kid—she thought of bacon wrapped donuts and grimaced inwardly. But Jacques was making an effort to be clear and honest and that made her smile. "Well I don't really hate Mr. Blackberry, I"

"Who leaves a beautiful woman at dinner alone— je suis un imbécile (I am a fool)."

She kissed him and said "tu es mon imbécile (you are my fool)"

"I need coffee, shower, and breakfast… kinda in that order."

"le premier petit déjeuner (breakfast first)"

"Fine," she said getting up.

"Uh-hu" he said grinning like he stole something.

"quoi? (what?)"

"Tu es mon petit déjeuner (you are my breakfast)", he said as he dove beneath the blanket and kissed and licked every inch of her until he was between her legs. Once surround in her scent he brought her to a climax several times.

After they showered, she proceeded to pack and he made coffee and breakfast downstairs. Her phone rang, "ma chérie votre cellulaire (my darling your phone),

Penelope," he called through her house.

He saw it was Derek and he decided to answer it, "Penelope's phone," he said as he started walking towards her.

Derek groaned inwardly, he spent the night—how serious was this? "Can I speak with her," Derek said matter of factly.

"Sure, she is getting dressed I think hold on."

"mon chérie, votre ami Derek"

"Oh, hey handsome – are you downstairs?

"He answers phones too." Derek said annoyed, he let out a sigh and released his annoyance, "I'm at Katie's grabbing us coffee," he said with a touch of cheer.

"I'm ready! With 10 minutes to spare," she laughed, "see I don't always need to sleep over to be on the road on time."

As they exited the building, Derek had to admit she looked happy – she was down right beaming and he realized that he wanted to be the cause of it.

"Bon Jour, Derek!" Jacques said smiling at Penelope and handing Derek her bags.

"Right back atcha, Gardot," He said putting her stuff in the trunk.

As Derek walked back to the driver's seat Jacques said to Derek, "how do you American's say it – "take good care of my woman."

She laughed, "See you Sunday!"

"I will leave Mr. Blackberry at home, promise." As Derek sat in his seat, Jacques kissed her, a deep sensual kiss – "I will miss you profoundly," he whispered into her ear.

"Me too," she said grinning ear to ear. She said as she sat down in her seat. She closed the door and Jacques watched them pull off.

"Are you guys serious?" Derek asked when they were a few blocks away from her house.

"I'm not sure —we haven't had the talk yet," she said, then it was as if he turned on a faucet and all of this sputtered out, "I mean is there something to talk about? I know I shouldn't put too much stock in him being here because its not like he is here for me – he has a show and if we were to have a relationship what would that even be like? I mean there is like an ocean and 4,000 miles between us. It's not like I'm his girlfriend—I mean he is kinda bossy and I think it kinda sexy you know in a take charge kinda -ggrrr way. Actually, in a Grrr way it is super hot but – he is also bossy in a Gideon kinda way which is sooo unattractive—the way he talks to people is abrasive but I wonder if that has to do with the language barrier. But he is so cool, charming, romantic, fun and hot. So I guess we will just see. It's not like I'm moving to Paris. I mean that would be a dream come true. Did I just vomit all over you?" she asked as the faucet stopped, "should I have saved that for JJ?" she wondered out loud.

He turned on the radio and said, "I get it," he said glaring at her, "what's up with you and the adjectives," he said annoyed as shit.

"What is wrong with you? You look like someone stole your bike or something ... sheesh," she said.

"Sorry, I didn't sleep well," he said rubbing her knee, "and I'm hungry—I'm like that snicker commercial," he said trying to make light of the green monster who had taken up permanent residence in his heart.

They stopped at their favorite diner right outside of DC and had a proper breakfast.

"I'll have the hungry man with a side of bacon."

"Can I have orange juice and toast with strawberry jam?"

"You're not eating?" he asked surprised because she always got the veggie omelet and iced-t – the coffee here sucked.

"I kind of just ate; poached eggs with toast and salad. Jacques has a knack of making something out of nothing- i didn't even know I had that in my fridge."

If she sang his praises one more time he may lose it. He wanted to yell at Frenchie she's mine and go fuck off but it wasn't his place. She was happy but he knew he could make her happier and he was going to show her this weekend. Fuck Frenchie! He thought as a devious smile crossed his lips.

She could tell he was annoyed and couldn't figure out why. Last time he was like this, was when Jordan wanted a commitment. Everything just pissed him off – she wondered if Jordan was buzzing around again.

"So do you think we could stop by that farmers market in Maryland and get some fresh veggies and maybe Mac the crab man will be there too."

"Sure thing and we could get a growler of crab beer too—if we get there in time."

"Great," she said rubbing his hand. When he finished his breakfast, they headed back to the car.

She connected her iPod to the radio, "are you ready for the Mix part 5 Homage to Motown."

He laughed and said, "Play on playa"

The first song the shuffle mix played was Shop Around, Penelope sang along and all was right in the world.

When they arrived to his bungalow, they unloaded their purchases from the car. Penelope always over did it at the farmers market—its as if she bought fruits and veggies based on color and prettiness – not on intent to eat them. Live decoration for their fruit basket, he thought as he watched her carry them inside.

They worked away in the kitchen—pulled out the cabinets, painted the walls, stained and installed the new cabinets. It was about 5 or 6 pm and Derek pulled out the growler of beer. "I think it's officially quitting time," he said as he passed her a glass of beer.

She took a sip and said, "ahhh, this is so good."

"Tomorrow we just have to put in the island and do the windows right?" she asked Derek. He nodded as he looked around the kitchen and she continued "Then Derek's Bungalow of Love – I mean Den of Iniquity is complete. I'm starved – should we shower and start dinner?"

"I'm taking you out," he said smiling at her over his beer mug.

"Where? We're kind of in the middle of nowhere."

"we should shower and get dressed." He said looking at his watch

"Is the place fancy – I didn't bring anything for that—I don't think I even bought a dress. See this is why I over pack, hot stuff."

"Hush you always look beautiful now go get dressed before I call the tickle monster."

"I'm not a kid, I'm," and before she could explain further he was tickling her. Her reaction was to throw her hands in the air and she splashed beer in his face, which made her laugh harder.

"Oh now your gonna get it," he said as tried to douse her with beer.

"Time Out," she said laughing harder, "Time Out. That was an accident." She said as she put her hands up in the air, "I'm going to get dressed now—no need to retaliate Agent."

"I'm filing this away in the rolodex," he said smiling at her as she retreated to her bedroom.

After showering and beautifying, she realized that she did pack a dress—a nice bright tribal printed dress with gladiator sandals—with a bit of a heel. She was wearing her hair long with soft curls. She debated putting a flower in the hair but it felt like too much.

She met Derek in the living room; "I'm ready."

"You look beautiful baby girl."

"Thanks," she said – she couldn't figure out why she was blushing but she was and the more she thought about it the redder she got.

"Ok, lets go," he said as he guided her out of the side entrance.

"No car?" she asked

"Nope."

"See Derek that is important information," she said turning around and heading back into the house, "I should change shoes I didn't realize we were walking. How far is it?"

"Baby girl, come on—we aren't walking either."

She was perplexed but decided to just follow him. They walked down the dock that attached all of the properties together. About two houses down he turned down, walked onto a boat, and extended his hand.

"Get OUT," she said.

He laughed and nodded, "This is my neighbor's Chris's boat—he told me about this amazing restaurant about 10 minutes away." The boat had white decorative lights, brown leather buckets seats and a small sail. It was like a cigar boat. He poured her a glass of wine from the bucket and headed towards the gears. She followed him and watched in amazement as he pulled out of the dock and headed towards the restaurant.

The sun was about to set and it lit up the water and the trees with golden rays. It was a beautiful end to a perfect day.

"So Chris, taught you how to drive this boat too?"

"I live to surprise you, baby girl" he said teasingly. "Do you want to steer?"

"No, I'm fine with my wine and the beautiful view… it like we are in a Monet painting."

"Come here Princess," he said tapping the wheel.

She did and he let her hold the small mechanical wheel. "Now turn gently to your right, he said as his lips touched her ear and his hands covered hers. Her hair smelled amazing like honeysuckle and her skin was so soft.

"Ok, see that green lantern over there," In the distance a green lantern swung on the pier. "That's were we're going so steer us in that direction," he said as he removed his hands from hers on the steering wheel and placed them on her hips. He tapped out his favorite jazz song using his fingers as the sticks and her hips as the drums. As he tapped out the melody, he was looking at the beauty marks on her neck and arms.

He wondered if she tasted as salty or sweet. He was bending his head down to kiss her shoulder when she spun around, "now it's your turn to park it." He didn't realize how much time went by but she was standing to close to him and her lips looked delicious. He let go over her hips and blinked away the desire in his eyes.

He pulled into 7a and tied & anchored the boat as Penelope finished her wine. She put her glass in the armrest and walked over to him. He helped her out of the boat and they walked hand in hand to the floating restaurant.

The waiter guided to them to their table, which had an amazing view—they sat looking out onto the bay.

"Best seafood in the area!" Derek said proudly, "I'm so happy you came down." He said he opened the menu.

"Me too," she said smiling. They delved into conversation about music, movies, and work until their food arrived. A trio came in and began to play acoustic versions of Adele, Maxwell, Mayer, Jewel, and George Michael Hits. The band was comprised of two men and a woman. The wine mixed with music had Penelope in a trance.

About 10 minutes after they finished their meal, the waiter went down the dessert list and Derek asked her if anything sounds good. She shook her head and said "let's make s'mores when we get home."

The band started to play "Best for Last" by Adele—the base player sang a slower version of this song.

"Want to dance?" Penelope asked Derek.

"That's my line – sure, baby girl," he lead her to the dance floor and he twirled her then held her as the music filled the room. The next song was "kissing a fool," but it reminded Penelope of her the night of the funeral. She believed everything happened for a reason and maybe that kiss was supposed to get her to Paris to meet Jacques. She put her head on his shoulder and thought she was glad that it happened because she knew definitively where they stand.

"Thank you for the most amazing night—I can't remember the last time I had so much fun." She said looking up at him

He laughed a low chuckle that she could hear echo in his chest, "I think someone had a bit too much wine," he said as he held her tighter.

"I had just a glass," she said resting her arm on his shoulder and moving her bangs out of her eyes, "I'm serious handsome—can't remember," she said as she put her head back on his chest.

"What about France?"

She laughed, "France was a vacation, like a first date with a country it will always be exciting… but we're more like a fine wine that keeps on peaking. You're an amazing soul, Derek Morgan."

"Why thank you Garcia," he said as he held her closer and let the warmth of her compliments raise his spirits.

As they headed home, the fireflies and stars lit up the sky and their hearts seemed to float above the heavens. The ride home was in silence, for two people who never ran out of things to say their minds kept them cleverly occupied. Once the boat was docked, they headed back to the house she took his hand to get out of the boat but when she realized that, she was still holding it; she took it back. She realized that tonight felt like a date and maybe part of her wanted it to be one but the reality was it wasn't and she really liked Jacques. He is an amazing guy who is into you she reminded herself until they got back to the house.

Derek touched her arm and brought her out of her thoughts, "I'll start the fire, and you get the s'more fixins and wine."

"Sure," she sang as she walked into the house

She returned barefoot with the ingredients and blankets. She spotted him making the fire a few yards down on the beach. She spread out the blankets and sat down.

"We should wait a bit for the fire to take," he said as he watched the baby fire grow.

"Sure," she said lying down on her elbows looking at the sky, "when my grandparents died my mom and dad told me that they went to heaven more specifically right there. Can you see that cluster of stars by Orion's belt?"

"Where," he said as he moved closer to her. She took a sip of wine and pointed to the sky. He moved closer so he could line his eyes with her pointer finger and finally he saw the cluster.

"I see it now," he said looking at her.

"well at the time, I was obsessed with the fact that since they were together they would shine brighter and they kind of do. When my parents died, I figured they joined my grandparents up there – The cluster is the constellation called the seven sisters but when I see them I just see my family smiling down at me. Mom, Dad, Nana and Zeek meet Derek Morgan. Derek my rents."

"Nice to meet you," he said squeezing her hand, she continued to point out different constellations and the sound of her voice warmed his soul.

She stopped in the middle of one of her constellation stories and said "oh-oh the fire is ready s'more time!"

They used two twigs and started to roast the marshmallows, "so when was the first time you made s'mores, D?"

"My girlfriend and I went hiking Concord state park about 45 minutes from campus."

"Hold up, Derek Morgan had a girlfriend—get out." She said talking to an imaginary audience.

He laughed, and poked her, "I thought you couldn't be tamed," she teased.

"N-E Way," he said pinching her lips together, "She was really outdoorsy and home sick—so I took her hiking and we s'more'd it up."

"That's so sweet, but now that you have the Morgan Den of Iniquity, you should definitely add this to your repertoire. The ladies will swoon."

"Are you swooning baby girl," he said turning towards her.

"I'm not your target demo- hot stuff."

"Says who?" he asked as if that was the dumbest thing he ever heard. She looked over at him and thought says you, but instead she put the rest of the s'more in her mouth.

"You have some marshmallow on you cheek," he said. She tried to wipe it off and added chocolate to her face and lips. She looked like a mess—a beautiful mess, he thought. The more she touched her face the more the mess spread.

"Did I get it?"

He laughed at her and said, "nope your making it worse."

He wiped the marshmallow of the cheek and says "you still have some chocolate on your," and before he could finish her sentence her tongue darted out and licked her lip, chocolate she said as her eyes met his. He leaned in and kissed her. He started at the corner of her mouth and licked the chocolate off, then he went to her top lip and nibbled the sticky marshmallow off. She smiled and then parted her lips. He dove into her mouth and his tongue explored her mouth leaving behind the sweetest taste of chocolate. He held her face gently and slowed the pace down. He didn't want her to feel like a conquest, She was his, he thought and he didn't want their first time to be this quick rush of passion that has been building up in him Instead he laid her down on her back and kissed all of the s'more residue from her face and then he dove into her neck and left a trail of wet kisses from her neck to her ear. She looked up at him and he said I want you, baby girl. Her head was filled of tons of questions that she knew would ruin this moment and complicate things… simply, staying here complicated things too. She knew he didn't love her and this was it nothing more and nothing less—than what it was, sex. She pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt and kissed him as his body pressed against hers. She felt a spark and leaned closer to him as he ran his fingers through her hair. Their hearts flipped at the same time. He pulled away surprised by the spark and she leaned in and kissed him again with a touch of force that surprised him and quelled his quivering heart. She caressed his jaw bone and nibble on his bottom lip as a moan escaped his lips he eased her on to her back and she looked up at him with the stars as his back drop and felt the magic. She forgot about how she spent the morning and the previous night—she allowed herself to drown in this chocolate ecstasy.

Thank you for the reviews, the next few chapters should be interesting... Garcia really likes a mess :)