"Why are you smiling?" Penelope demanded accusingly.

"Is it illegal?" He wondered, his gaze shifting around in search of a power box.

"No, but why are you doing it?" She pushed, leaning into him slightly. He briefly wondered if she was sniffing him when her nose grazed the light stubble on his neck.

"Why are you doing it?" He retorted lowly, glancing down at her.

"I'm not but you are."

"No i'm not." He denied smoothly enjoying frustrating her.

"Yes you are! I can see you!"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Where's your power box?" He asked finally, shifting against her. The battery in his phone died before he could check the back wall.

"What the hell is in your pants?" She inquired as though she hadn't heard him at all. Her voice becoming a breathy tone that resembled far too close to a porn star in her ears. It made his dick twitch and panic flood his veins at the same time. He moved away from her and onto the coach, clearing his throat.

"Pardon?"

"Are you carrying around a light bulb or something? Jesus, I've spent the last five minutes trying to figure out. oh, sorry, it's dark." Penelope apologized when she not-so-accidentally sat in his lap and before moving beside him. She was using the lack of light as an excuse, but it didn't help anything. Again, she had no fucking idea what the hell it was.

"No, um, it's...my cock. Do you have candles?"

The words 'my' and 'cock' used in the same sentence with his velvety, smooth voice sends a rush of heat between her legs. She doesn't believe him though, it's just...

"No way."

"That's too bad. I can check my car." He went to stand but she grabbed his arm, marveling the hardness under he fingers before she spoke.

"I'm not talking about the candles, hotsuff. There is no way that, urm, is your peen."

"Did you just call me hotstuff?" He diverged, humor a light in his tone. The woman couldn't even say the word cock. She blushed in the dark, but nonetheless didn't back down.

"Don't change the subject!"

"Fine." He answered and she could feel his waiting gaze.

"Were you lying?"

"No. Wouldn't you like me to show you?" He said as though they were talking about the weather.

"I wouldn't be able to see." She says back honestly, and his breath catches.

"God, woman, you're going to be the death of me."

"Why?"

"Where do you work?" He asked, sitting back. Penelope realized how tall he was by how his legs were so far apart, considering one of his knees grazed hers and the other was against the other end of the coach.

"I'm unemployed. Can I just feel it a little?"

"No." He knew what she was referring to, and his voice was hard and firm. Kinda like his dick.

"Why?" She demanded, like a child denied a cookie.

"Because my mother told me not to let strangers touch my private parts."

That made her half snort half laugh.

"It's not like you haven't violated that rule before."

"Excuse me?" He challenges.

"Come on, derek, what are you scared of?"

Jizzing into your hand, he answered mentally.

"Why are you so relentless about this?" Derek says instead, deciding not to voice that.

"Because you're lying and I want to figure out why do have a packet of eggs in your pants." She rambled in a cute way, he was sure she was pouting.

"You're just complimenting me now." His voice satirized her in a way that both angers and surged her on.

Penelope's unnaturally quite for a minute, her eyes seizing him up in the dark. Before he asks if she's alright, her hands graze the jaw she's sure can cut glass, and pulls his lips to hers.

His lips are softer than she remembered, and she slides her tongue across his bottom lip using his gasp to effectively shove her tongue into his mouth. It takes him all of two seconds to react, and his travel down her back, stopping at the waistband of her jeans and traveling back and forth. He's vary pleasantly surprised as her tongue slides against his, tasting him slowly.

She realizes she's still not close enough to confirm her allegations and she straddles his lap. It's probably the most worst yet most amazing thing she's done all day.

Worst because she was doing the one thing she told herself she would never, ever, do again. Her word probably has no credibility whatsoever.

Best because the ache between her legs was brushing against whatever large item he was packin and the friction was undeniably perfect.

Her arms wrap around his neck and she moves over him, the moment causing his hips to the thrust upward against her.

And then she knew.

She had once again been vary, vary, wrong.

Nothing was in his pants that wasn't attached directly to his body, the revelation caused her to pant in shock against his mouth. He breaks the kiss moment, placing a few other chaste pecks on her full lips before nosing hair away from her cheek.

"You okay?" He asks in a rough, concerned and borderline ridiculously sexy voice. His hands, which did she mention were fucking huge, palmed her ass and pulled her closer to him and he shifted his hips forward at the same time. They both gasp at the sensation. She's pressed against his chest, or more accurately, a solid wall of defined muscle, and her hands trail down it, between the valley of rippling abs, and to small space between them. Sure enough, a hard and large erection strained against the fabric.

"Jesus Christ," She breathed lowly. And it was as thought those were the magic words because heaven opened up above and light colored the room, blinding and surprising both of them. The damned electricity was back.

Penelope dragged her eyes to look at the man whose hands had stilled against her ass. Derek looked at her from under his lashes, a delicious smirk curing up the corner of his mouth. She remembered the last time he gave her that look, and she bit lip to suppress another whore-like groan.

"I really have to go," his voice is gritty and apologetic. She tightens her arms around him despite herself, murmuring into the crook of his neck.

"Stay."

"I-I can't penelope. I want to, but I can't." His hands travel upward to her waist and he holds her just as tight. After a few heavy breaths he sort of nods to himself and leans forward, his expression suddenly dark and intense as he pries her gently off of him. He kissed her one last time, and there was no over powering urgency, just a sweet tenderness that ended far too quickly.

"I'm sorry."

Those were the last word she heard him say before he moved her away from him, walked the short distance to the door, looking back only once before her door closed gently signaling his departure.

She had just dry humped Derek Morgan.

And then Penelope realized she actually wanted a t-shirt that advertised that.

A/N: Feel free to leave me a little somethin' somethin' ;)