Disclaimer: In part 1

A/N: Sorry for the delay, but I was crazy busy getting heat stroke yesterday and then realized it was the Memorial Day weekend for a lot of you so I held off. Hope this was worth the wait.

Sadly, I believe the next part is the finale. I must admit I am having a hard time writing it, as I will miss this story along with the wonderful reviews, which have come with new and returning readers. I appreciate you all.

One Of The Boys – part 12

Derek waited until Penelope had taken off her shirt before he stopped her from removing anything else. "P, let me. I've waited a long time for the privilege of undressing my fiancée. I don't want to waste my first opportunity," he said, as he placed his hands over hers.

"When I get a request like that from my fiancé there's no chance I'm going to deny him. But know this, Hot Stuff I intend to return the favour."

Derek raised an eyebrow as he remarked, "You and your promises. I hope you know I intend to collect."

"Oh, mon cher, that was always my hope," Penelope said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, maneuvering herself into his lap, as their lips met once more.

They didn't rush, but they were both naked in very little time. Derek lay Penelope down within the sleeping bag, before covering her body with his own. For several minutes they remained unmoving, skin-to-skin, the sun beating down on them, basking in the heat of their intimacy.

Penelope was the first to shift, cradling Derek's body against her own. The movement drew an immediate response from him; he rocked against her, nudging her entrance with his penis. He caressed her everywhere he could reach, memorizing her body with his lips as he moved downward. At last, he was on his knees between her thighs.

"Where are you…oh," the rest of what she began to say was lost once Derek grasped her hips pulling her toward himself. He positioned her so that he entered her slowly, as he slid her behind along his thighs. Spreading his knees, he anchored himself for leverage, just as Penelope pushed forward.

They released twin sighs, beginning a dance of point and counterpoint. Penelope met each of Derek's thrusts into her body with an answered push of her own. Their bodies expanded and contracted in answer to the other like they were long time lovers. As the tension of their building orgasms washed over them, Penelope lifted her upper body so she could wrap her arms around Derek.

Joined as intimately as two people could be, they rode out the first wave of the orgasm that hit Penelope first. As her body tightened around Derek's, he, too, was overcome. They collapsed, still joined. His head cushioned on her breasts, he latched onto one of her nipples. He drank like a man trying to slake a long thirst, while Penelope writhed beneath him, the next orgasm already stoked and ready to send her flying.

Derek slipped his hands under Penelope's hips, tipping her up at an angle, which allowed him to fill her completely, and hit her G-spot with each stroke of his body to hers. He moved against her with far more intensity this time. His body was taut, ready for release. Penelope guided his head back and forth between her breasts, as he continued to suckle, nip, and lave to his heart's content.

He drew himself totally out of her body, preparing for one last thrust to fulfill them both, when they heard a not-so-subtle clearing of a throat. Penelope must have been holding an edge of the sleeping bag, because she flipped it over them in the next instance, as Derek lifted his head to see who dared disturb them.

"I should arrest you both for public indecency," the park ranger said, once she knew she had their attention.

"Yes, you could; but if we promise to be gone within five minutes, would you consider letting this slide," Derek asked.

The sound that Penelope emitted could only be described as a guffaw. He looked down at her in his arms, and had to fight to remain impassive, as the full spectrum of the images his words evoked hit him.

A chuckle escaped the ranger before she spoke, "Been tempted a time or more to bring the husband up here and do a little 'communing with nature' of our own. Pack it up, don't let me ever catch you doing this again, and we'll call it a day." She began to move off and then turned back. "I'm assuming the truck down there registered to the FBI belongs to you folks?" She indicated down the slope to where they'd parked.

"Yes," Penelope said, blushing so deeply her skin was nearly the colour of her hair.

"That's what I thought," she said, and left whistling to no particular tune as she went.

"Hotch would have had our asses," Penelope said, but she was smiling even as she gave Derek a brief kiss, before pushing him off.

"Would have been well worth it," Derek replied. He dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose, and then rolled out of the sleeping bag. He stood up in all his naked glory to stretch, before gathering their clothing so they could get dressed.

Penelope thoroughly enjoyed the view.

TBC…