Part eleven:
Derek was sitting in bed with the sports page, and Penelope smiled a little and closed the door – locking it behind her. "Hey," she said softly, trying to get his attention.
"Hey, gorgeous," he replied, still buried in the paper. Even though it was Christmas, he was obsessively reading about his precious Chicago teams.
She undid the knot on her robe, letting it slide to the floor with an audible whumping noise. She licked her lips nervously, then said, "So you don't like it?"
"Like what, Baby?" Derek inquired, finally dragging his eyes away from the paper. "Oh – oh my –"
She smiled a little, blushing under his scrutiny. Her fishnet thigh-highs fit like a second skin, ending in bows at the top of her thighs, right under her butt. Her lace boy shorts were almost too small already – and she knew she was spilling out on all sides of the matching bra… but it was all worth it for the look on his face. And she knew he hadn't noticed the bracelet yet.
"I'm going to have a hard time covering this up when we get home," Penelope confessed, caressing her abdomen. It had happened abruptly – when she'd gotten up this morning, she still barely had more than her usual curve. And now, it looked like the baby had grown as soon as the secret had been revealed. "Maybe your mom and I should go shopping before we go home?"
He licked his lips and swallowed hard. "Are you trying to talk to me about sensible things when all I want to do is rip that off you and –"
She took a step toward the bed and he all but flung the paper at the wall. "Yes, because I'm going to have to borrow some money –"
"I'll come with," he said eagerly.
"You're volunteering to go shopping with me?" she asked worriedly. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Hey, as long as I get to see you try things on –"
"Derek, that's naughty," she protested, blushing and standing stock still. "We have to behave –"
"Why?" he asked with a grin. "We're going to get married – we're already having a baby. There's not much more naughtiness we can get into right now. Except for the part where we're going to have sex at my Momma's –"
She flushed from head to toe, feeling pleasant tingles prickling her skin. "Oh, good – because I was worried you'd be turned off…"
"Why would you think that?"
"Because it's your Mom's house," she said simply.
"Oh, believe me, having sex in my Momma's house is not a problem," he said with a grin, "so get that sexy ass over here before you freeze it off, Penelope." He patted the bed beside him and smirked. "By the way, have I mentioned how much I love you today?"
"Only all day long," she murmured, joining him on the bed. It was only moments before she couldn't help but kiss him. "You've been so sweet to me all day," she whispered between tender, hungry kisses. "And I love you, too –"
"Shh," he said softly, letting his fingertips roam over her bare skin, drawing goose bumps and shivers of pleasure out of her. He smiled and murmured, "Wanna have some fun, Baby Girl?"
"I always have fun with you," she replied.
"Are you trying to butter me up, sexy lady?" he teased, hooking his thumb into her panties and tugging them down over her hip. "Because it might be working."
She smiled and leaned in to kiss him. She never got over how good he tasted, and she hoped that she never did – because the taste and smell of him, all hot, male, and wanting, was thrilling and deeply emotional for her. And he was a hell of a kisser. He managed to make her toes curl and her body heat up without even really trying. And she loved knowing that this was the way it was supposed to be between lovers.
As they kissed and his hands ran over her ribs, she threw her leg over his, pulling him closer. She moaned, letting him take the lead. She was much more comfortable letting him take charge of their lovemaking – because he seemed to know what she wanted more than she did.
He rolled her onto her back, kissing and caressing her the whole time, then he pulled back and smirked. "Baby, you are busting out all over," he chuckled.
"Maybe you should help get me out of this bra," she encouraged breathlessly, sitting up so he could unhook the bra. They worked together to get it off – and then he flung it into the corner with no regard for it. He dove straight into her cleavage, nipping, sucking, licking, and making her cry out in delight. "Oh!"
He grinned up at her lasciviously before he worked his way down her torso. He growled like a predator, nipping, kissing, playing off the noises she was making in the back of her throat. And then he yanked her panties off, flinging them in the same direction as the bra. Before she could protest – or even comprehend entirely what was happening – he was kissing his way up her thighs. She wanted to make him stop – but if she didn't trust him enough not to hurt her…
She inhaled sharply and reached down to stroke his bald head, encouraging him to continue. She was terrified, but she was going to let him enjoy himself.
"Relax," he said softly, tickling the inside of her thigh with his breath. "I'm not going to hurt you, Baby Girl – I'm going to make you very, very happy… and you're going to feel very good."
"Promise?" she breathed.
"I do promise," he said. "And if you don't love it, you tell me and I won't do it again." He moved her hand from his head, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. "I love you, Penelope Garcia," Derek said very softly and very earnestly.
"I love you, Derek Morgan," she whispered.
"Will you do me a favor?" he asked. She hesitated a moment, then nodded. "Will you show me how you touch yourself when you think of me?" Derek asked. "Show me how you get off –"
"You want me to masturbate?" she asked.
"Just a little – just to show me how you like to be touched," he said softly. "So I won't hurt you…"
She hesitated for a moment, knowing that she'd be exposing her most private self to him – but wouldn't he want to see that eventually anyway? It wasn't that she was proud of her masturbating techniques or anything… but they were tied tightly to her most private fantasies. The things she couldn't even bring to admit to herself that she really wanted from him.
"Baby, I'm not going to –"
"I know," she croaked. "But you can't – you can't make fun of me."
"Why would I?" he asked, hurt. "You bringing yourself pleasure turns me on, sweetheart – it's a guy thing. We're hard-wired for sex and pleasure and – hell, would you make fun of me for jerking off in the shower thinking about you?"
"No," she whispered. She licked her lips and said, "Okay – I'll do it… for you."
"Good girl," he said softly. He moved away from her, sitting on the far corner of the bed in his boxers, just watching her. "Will you tell me what you're feeling?"
She exhaled and nodded. "Yeah – okay – yeah…" She paused, then licked her pointer finger. "God, this is so weird for me –"
"Just relax," he whispered. "Relax and feel for me, Baby."
Penelope closed her eyes and began to touch herself. She could feel him watching her, could feel him encouraging her, and she felt a little dirty and wrong – but in a good, hot way – when she found just the right pressure and place near her clit. Her lips parted and she let out a low, breathless moan as her fingers moved faster.
And then she was coming, fast and hard. She was shaking and breathless when she drifted down from her high, but he moved close and gave her a tender kiss, bringing her back to reality. "God, that was hot, Penelope," Derek whispered. "Is that what you do when I'm gone?"
She blushed and nodded, breathing shallowly and feeling her heart thunder in her ears. "Yes," she exhaled weakly.
"Good," he said with a smile. "You always feel like that?"
"I want to –"
"Baby?"
"Yes," she breathed. "I never – I never did this before you."
"Not ever?" he asked, blinking.
She shook her head. "No. Because he didn't like it," she said very quietly.
"You don't have to worry about him ever again," Derek reminded her gently.
"I know," she whispered.
He kissed his way down her body, pausing for a long moment, hovered over her abdomen. "Hey there, little one," he whispered. "You're going to be such a lucky little boy or girl – because your Mommy and I love you very much."
"Derek, don't make me cry," Penelope whimpered.
"Okay," he replied, continuing his downward slope. It wasn't long before she was whimpering for another reason – begging him not to stop – pleading that he let her come. Derek was worlds away from the trauma that Kevin had inflicted on her so long ago – he was incredibly adept and practiced in the art of pleasure. And she was so grateful it was making her sob with delight –
And just when she was about to come completely undone, Derek pulled away and she was left suddenly bereft. But just as she was about to protest, his lips and tongue were replaced by the bit of his anatomy that she loved most – beyond his heart. She panted and drew her knees up to accommodate him better, taking him deep in two thrusts. "Fuck," she exhaled, meeting his kisses hungrily, with great delight as they moved together. The mattress springs squeaked under the strain, and she knew that probably the last time this bed had seen any action was when Derek was in high school…
He slowed and flipped them so she was on top. He leered up at her – love-drunk and blissfully strung out – his hands landing on her hips and guiding her. It took a moment for her to get her bearings, but she loved the way he felt inside her as she started to move. She dug her nails into his chest, listening to his breathing change into ragged inhalations that made her want more – more – everything he could give her. She whimpered and moaned, closing her eyes and riding him for all they both were worth.
And when they both came – it was explosive.
But, then again, they were always on fire.
Penelope collapsed atop him, momentarily exhausted. "Oh my," she exhaled, her body still clenching and trembling – as it would for a while to come. Her aftershocks lasted longer than the main event – especially when he was still buried deep inside her like he was.
"Baby, you okay?" Derek asked, rubbing her back. "Breathe, Penelope – breathe –"
She inhaled deeply and kissed him soundly, leisurely. "I love you so much," she breathed. "Please don't let me forget today – and don't let me take it for granted. Not you, not your family, not any of it."
He continued to rub her back, comforting her. "I love you," he replied. "And I won't let you take anything for granted – I promise."
"Do you like the bracelet?" she asked, wearily holding out her wrist.
"I definitely like it better on you without the silly lingerie," Derek teased. He kissed her again. "But the stockings can stay."
"They tickle," she commented, wriggling. He started hardening again – and she smiled. "Oh, hello, sailor –"
"Woman, don't make me take you over my knee and spank you," he growled.
"Will you spank me?" she replied.
He raised an eyebrow. "Penelope…"
"Or are you just threatening me?"
He scowled at her. Then he reached out and squeezed her ass hard, grinding her against him. "I love your ass too much to do it any kind of damage," he snarled.
She smirked. "I thought so," she teased.
"You're going to pay for that," he growled, rolling them over and starting to thrust again. She whimpered and met his kisses with abandon. It was hard, fast, and rough – but not so rough as to leave damage beyond a few hickeys and love bites. And she was okay with that.
Much later, she awoke from a nightmare – but Derek was there. And she was damn glad that she didn't have to face things alone anymore. She cuddled up against him and closed her eyes, feeling his arms tighten around her in his sleep.
And it was good.