Chapter 11

AN: Thank you so much for the reviews! Sorry so late tonight, real life got in the way...Now, time to have some fun again...

Not too surprisingly, Derek and Penelope missed their scheduled trains home. They had far too much exploring, and too much loving, to do with one another before they could leave the hotel room. In fact, they ended up renting the room again; their PM checkout time came and went in a flash.

She was lying on Derek's chest, her fingers playing with the few hairs that he had. They were sparse on his pecs and upper abs, but grew thicker on his lower abs and farther down. She would pull them slightly to straighten them, and watch as they curled right back up.

She was fascinated with him, with the textures of his skin, his hair, his smell. She was becoming addicted to his smell, like earthy, spicy male. He tasted as good, too… everywhere. Just as spicy, with a touch of musk and sweetness. Thinking about it, she leaned forward and licked his chest, and was rewarded with a ripple of the muscle.

She smiled, then crossed her arms under her chin on his chest and looked up at him. "I don't want to go home."

"We don't have to go for another six hours. That gives us a little more time... to play..." His voice was low, gravelly, aroused as it trailed off while he toyed with the cleft of her bottom.

"I know," she said with a sigh and a squirm, "and I'm grateful."

He sighed then, sensing her discontent. "What's wrong, Baby?"

"I just wonder if it will be the same once we're home."

He reached for her, clamping his hand on her bottom and rolling so that she was on top of him. "Baby, nothing's gonna change when we get home."

"How can you be so sure?"

Reaching up, he brushed her hair away from her face gently, before he cupped her face in his hands. "Woman, I am in love with you. You've always owned my heart, now you have every other part of me to go with it. I'm yours, you're mine. That means forever for me."

She leaned down, giving him a kiss. "Me, too."

"You better believe it." Derek rolled her back under him and began to make very good use of those last six hours.

Once in Quantico, Penelope realized that Derek was totally right. Nothing really had changed. She was in love with Derek Morgan, he was in love with her. He was an attentive, sweet, gentle, fantastic lover, and he was her best friend and confidant like he always was. She was very, very lucky.

However, she missed that spiciness they had in New York. Sometimes, when she would see him at the round table board room, she would purposely be sassy, just to see what his response would be. She found herself acting up on purpose, just so he would "punish" her.

Punishment from Derek Morgan was a very, very good thing.

Unfortunately, no matter what tricks she would do, it didn't work.

"Behave, Baby Girl," he'd say, then she'd notice his eyes would heat. But then he would go back to discussing things with everyone.

She was starting to pout. Obviously, he wasn't getting the hint.

Finally, after the third day of cat and mouse teasing, of throwing blatant hints at him, she was getting absolutely agitated. She was sitting on the couch with him after work. They were quiet, very quiet. He was holding her hand, drawing circles on the palm.

She'd had enough. She stood quickly, and said, "I'm going to bed."

"Okay," he said nonchalantly, not moving an inch.

She scowled at him, then stomped off towards his bedroom.

Derek watched his feisty girlfriend march her pretty ass down the hall to their bedroom. He considered it theirs now; she spent the majority of her nights with him. He had a very satisfied smirk on his face. She was just about at her breaking point, which was going to make this so much sweeter.

They'd been together three months now; she should know to just ask for what she wanted. If she wanted something spicy, if she wanted something in particular from him, she should just ask. He'd never deny her anything…. unless he was punishing her, of course.

And at this moment... boy, did she deserve punishment!

After all, trying to bully an alpha, dominant male into doing something, rather than asking him sweetly, was not a wise move.

He listened for the water to shut off in the bathroom before he stood and started to head down the hallway. He had her timed just about how long it would take for her to dry off and enter the room. It usually took her about five minutes. He sat there and waited.

At four minutes and thirty-six seconds, Penelope emerged from the bathroom in a puff of steam. She was all glowing pink skin and luscious smells. If he wasn't already very erect from thinking about what he was going to do to her, he would've been sporting one hell of a hard on now.

"Sweetheart," he began, making her jump. "My reckless little angel, I think I need to teach you a lesson in patience."

Her glasses were somewhat fogged; as it cleared, she saw him sitting there with his shirt off, looking damned irritated with her. She swallowed as she took in what he said. She watched him stand, taking a few steps towards her.

"I am patient," she lied.

He clucked his tongue. "Now I have to add fibbing to your list of offenses."

Now she was getting irritated herself, along with being somewhat excited by the dark fire in his eyes. "What offenses?"

Reaching for the belt of her little robe, he pulled her quickly against his chest. "Shall I start tallying them off?"

"Yes," she answered tartly.

"Picking little fights with me on purpose, just trying to get a rise out of me."

"It worked, didn't it?" she asked with a snicker.

He moved his hands around to her back, rubbing in soft circles. "Wearing low cut shirts that drive me crazy. Flirting at work, when you know I couldn't do anything about it."

She stiffened and her jaw dropped. "That's nothing new! We've always done that! I-"

"Sorry, baby," he said, leaning down to kiss the side of her neck. "I'm judge and jury; no fighting the offenses."

Beyond her better judgment, she shuddered and leaned even more into him.

"But the worst was not trusting me to do what you wanted," he growled, biting the side of her neck gently, but enough to get a slight hiss of reaction. He licked the spot, soothing it. "Not trusting me to make things good for you."

She sagged in his arms, it felt so damn good. "I did-"

"No," he said quickly, releasing her abruptly and stepping back. "You didn't."

She swayed on her feet, needing to keep her balance. Then her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. Realization that she'd been being punished all week entered her thinking. She snapped her jaw shut, pursed her lips, and narrowed her eyes. "You asshole! I am so out of here!"

With a low devious chuckle, Derek reached an arm out around her waist and pulled her hard and fast against him. "Oh, no, spitfire. I said I'm teaching you a lesson… and I'm going to make it one you will never forget."