Warning: This chapter contains sexual content. Smut for the Morcia Lovers ;)

It had been over an hour since Hotch called Penelope informing her that Derek was on his way home. She heard briefly that the visit left both of her boys in tears and that worried her. She knew Derek wasn't one to show much emotion, but when he did a dam broke and there was no stopping it.

Looking out the living room window like a little girl eager for her father to come home, relief flooded through her when she finally saw the headlights of Derek's truck pull into the driveway. Penelope jumped up from her spot on the couch and rushed to the door to pull it open. She weakly smiled at her husband before stepping aside to let him in the house.

"Baby are you okay?"

Her husband didn't move nor make eye contact with her. Alarm bells went off in her head. She knew Derek was an emotional mess inside and was in desperate need to let it all out.

"Come on, let's get you in the shower."

Derek had a routine. Crying wasn't something he regularly did, but when he needed to, he would do it while in the shower. Penelope never questioned her husband's method, she just simply accepted it.

"Tara." He mumbled.

Penelope understood what Derek was getting at immediately. Her husband didn't wanna risk getting too emotional if their daughter was home, afraid that he might scare or concern her.

"She's spending the night at a friends."

Derek was relieved to know that.

Penelope got him to take four steps towards the staircase before he halted again. His mind zipped back to his visit with his son. The thought floored him.

"DJ was molested."

"What? How!? ...when!?" Penelope shrieked. The weight of what he'd just told her took her completely by surprise and she wanted to throw up.

"When he was 12 years old... The day he strangled his basketball coach." His tone was flat and straight to the point.

Penelope swallowed down the bile in her throat processing the news her husband just told her.

"Where is the bastard? Cause I swear! As soon as I get my hands on him I-!"

"He's dead. The fucking bastard died of cancer. Can you believe that?" Derek finally made eye contact with her and his eyes looked so hollow. Like a shell of himself.

Penelope was furious. Yes her son's attacker deserved to suffer but death? She felt death was to easy of a way out.

Feeling hot tears begin to drip down her own face, Penelope reached out and took Derek's hand. She lead him up the stairs to the bathroom in their bedroom. Wiping the tears from her face, Penelope could use this shower.

Derek stood in the doorway of their bathroom. His eyes roamed over his wife's body as she leaned into the shower to turn the water on letting it wet the back of her hand until she found the right temperature.

Penelope turned back to Derek who hadn't moved from the spot she left him in. His face still wore a blank stare and he didn't make any move to removing his clothes. So she decided to take matters into her own hands and take off his clothes for him. She began untucking his shirt from the front of his pants.

Derek opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out. He wanted to comfort his wife knowing his revelation just tore her up inside. In the car on his drive home, he had came up with a better plan to inform her gently, but standing there in the foyer he couldn't stop himself from speaking. He simply watched a mix of emotions swim in his wife's eyes as she unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt one by one. Though she clearly was broken by the news of their son being molested, she seemed to be more focused on his emotional needs before hers.

Penelope pushed the shirt off his body exposing his heated skin to the cool air of the bathroom which caused the muscles on his stomach to tighten. Derek felt the stirrings of an erection when Penelope lightly ran her fingertips along his chiseled abs before her hand came to rest on his belt buckle. Locking eyes with her momentarily, Derek saw the reflection of his own feelings with hers; hopeless, shocked, broken, and desperate for answers to why this happened to their son out of all people.

He needed to touch her. He needed to feel contact with her that he hadn't felt in months.

Derek leaned in slowly to lock lips with is wife. The kiss was soft, merely a brush of the lips.

The sensation of Derek's lips against hers made her body tingle.

"Derek..."

She managed to say his name with some authority though their lips were still in close contact. Her voice was shaky because with him being so close it was becoming difficult for her to resist him. If he kissed her again, she would melt into a puddle of goo.

As he looked into her eyes and listened to her say his name, Derek could tell she was trying to be the voice of reason but the shakiness in her voice told him as much as she was trying to deny him, she wanted it as bad as he did.

Again, Derek crashed their lips together while he pulled her body flushed against his. She resisted for a few seconds but eventually gave in, shortly seeking entrance to his mouth so their tongues could melt together and do a wild tango. It's been months since they've tasted each other's lips so to say their kiss wasn't a sloppy teeth scraping bliss would be an understatement.

Breaking apart for air, Derek slid her shirt over her head exposing the red lace bra she was wearing.

They both wanted to go slow, to take their time savoring the joy of this moment, but the desperate need in their hormones was making that impossible.

Throwing caution to the wind, Penelope grabbed Derek's belt and began backing her way toward the shower pulling him with her.

Derek allowed himself to be led toward the shower by his belt.

Their lips reconnected passionately the moment they were under the hot spray. Penelope wrapped her arms around his neck while he cupped her ass.

Letting the hot water fuel his desires, Derek yanked her skirt down her legs with so much force she nearly fell over. Thank god he caught her before he tossed his remaining clothes on the floor outside the shower.

"Shit Pen, where are your panties!" He hissed at the sight of her sex bare before him.

She merely shrugged and Derek couldn't help but to think maybe his little vixen of a wife already had plans for when he returned home. He made a mental note: "oh she's gonna get spanked."

Married 18 years, Derek was still amazed and knocked stupid at the sight of his wife completely naked. She was exquisite, busty and luscious.

His primal urges were taking over so he grabbed Penelope and spun her around so her back was pressed to his front. His erection poked at her ass while one of his hands roamed over her double D breasts while the other played in the blonde curls covering her sex.

The idea of him dominating her during the love making they were about to have, sent a pang of anticipation in her stomach. She wanted nothing more than to help him forget all about the asshole coach that attacked their son.

Penelope wanted Derek to fuck her hard.

She secretly wanted him to make her forget too. She tried her best to protect her children from harms way knowing about the sick wackos out there thanks to her job. The only reason DJ got to play sports back then was because of her. Because of what Buford did to her husband as a child, she had to 'fight' Derek to allow their son to play. So for this to have happened to their innocent child, Penelope felt entirely at fault.

Suddenly, feeling the need to 'dominate'. Penelope spun around to kiss and suck on her husbands neck. To channel her shattering emotions, she needed to be in control of something, so like being directed home by the North Star, she kissed and licked a path down her husbands chest and stomach, beckoned to his dick.

Derek closed his eyes and tilted his head back. His mouth was agape at the sensations his wife's mouth was giving him. He began chanting names of the players on the Chicago Bears NFL team to concentrate on not shooting his load. Though it felt like a piece of heaven on earth, he knew her sucking him off wasn't what he needed right now. He needed to be deep inside her for the both of their sake.

He stopped her and pulled her back up to kiss her hard on the lips.

Derek pushed her back up against the wall of the shower while Penelope arched her body into his. Her hardened nipples scraped against his solid chest.

"Fuck me" she breathed as her body became impatient for what he had to offer.

Hearing those words made Derek growl in response. Deciding enough was enough that they needed to stop teasing each other, he quickly spun her back around and pressed her against the wall. Reaching down between her thighs, he felt that she was wet and ready for him just as he was hard and ready for her. He spread her legs apart with his knee and pulled her lower body towards him as he positioned his member at her entrance.

Penelope rested the side of her face against the cold tile. She closed her eyes and waited in anticipation for her chocolate Adonis to ravage her body with his.

"What do you want?" he whispered running his lips along her ear lobe.

"You" she replied.

He circled the tip of her clit with his index finger and repeated his question in a deep huskier tone "what do you want?"

Penelope thought she was going to die from need. "You! I want you..." She tried to concentrate on catching her breath so she could continue "Inside me."

"Yes" he growled as he thrust deep inside her.

Penelope balled her hands into fists as she moaned out his name, partially in pain at how deep he'd managed to go in one thrust, while the other part was in ecstasy because his thrust sent every nerve in her lower region on fire.

She missed this. She missed him.

Derek closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck as he rolled his hips until his strokes found a steady pounding rhythm. Their wet bodies slid against each other as he poured all his love and appreciation for her in each thrust.

He slid his hand down her body to rub on her clit as he adjusted his strokes from long and hard to short and pounding which had her moaning and gasping for air.

Derek smiled. "Do you like that baby?"

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head in ecstasy. Penelope simply nodded unable to speak as she bit down on her bottom lip in an effort to hold back her screams.

Moving his hand away from her pussy, Penelope moaned in disappointment, but Derek gave her ass an open handed slap causing her to gasp and her body to shudder.

"How about that sweetness? You Like that too?"

When she didn't respond Derek thrust upwards and held himself deep inside of her causing her to yelp.

"Hot stuff yes!" she moaned tossing her head back against his chest.

Derek closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nostrils. He gave her ass another slap before he pulled back, leaving just the tip inside, then slamming himself back into her with wild abandon. The erotic sound of their bodies clapping against each other echoed in the bathroom.

"Mmm. Fuck." Derek grunted with pleasure.

"Oooo so good!" she moaned as her orgasm neared its peak.

Penelope rested her hand on his cheek, and Derek leaned into her palm peppering it with kisses before their lips met again in a tongue tangled kiss.

Shortly after, he felt his wife's pussy muscles clench around him. Derek knew she was at the edge. He wanted to see her face as he filled her with his seed, so he stopped moving and pulled out of her making them both grunt in disappointment at the loss of contact.

Penelope's sex fogged brain didn't have time to fully process what was happening. All she could comprehend was how empty she felt. Blinking several times to focus her vision, Penelope reached out to wrap her hands around Derek's erection making him hiss out in pleasure. He nearly came all over himself.

To regain control, Derek smacked her hand away and hooked one of her legs around his waist. He grabbed both of her hips to steady himself and hold her against the tiled wall. Again in one thrust he entered her.

Penelope dug her nails into his shoulders. She unconsciously was climbing the wall to run from his powerful "Oh so good" thrusts.

"Oh god I'm so close!" Penelope called out in a voice she didn't recognize.

Watching her eyes roll into the back of her head Derek began pounding into her again with wild abandon, this time pouring all his determination to wipe away the anger and guilt he felt towards the bastard that took advantage of his son with each thrust.

"Oh fuck Pen!" he moaned screwing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw as he struggled to hold back his orgasm wanting to be sure she went over the edge first.

Just then, she felt her body shatter into a million pieces as her her orgasm took over her with the force of a dam bursting. She literally saw stars. Her body trembled as it rode out its release. She raked her nails down the front of his chiseled abs to just above the spot where their bodies were connected in an effort to encourage him to release. Not just to release his orgasm, but to release his pent up guilt.

The sensation of his wife's nails being dragged along his skin sent him over the edge. His vision blurred and he could hear ringing in his ears as his body exploded spurt after long spurt releasing his seed deep inside her.

Derek pulled out of his wife and the both of them slid to the floor in a tangled heap where they both rode out the last waves of their orgasms. They stayed like that for a few minutes catching their breaths and enjoying feel of the water from the shower still beating down on them.

Penelope's body hummed with satisfaction. She had a smile on her face that felt foreign to her ever since Derek left... Shortly, her smiling face switched to a concerned one when Derek picked up his head. She couldn't tell if the water streaking down his cheeks were tears, or from the shower, but when the sound of a low sob escaped his lips, she had her answer. Her own tears began to fall from her eyes again as she placed a hand on each side of her husbands face. She leaned forward and placed gentle kisses on each eye lid.

Derek tightened his hold on her waist and pulled her close so she could damn near sit in his lap.

Penelope pulled his head to her chest and wrapped her arms around him like a cocoon as he finally cried out all the years of torment he'd experienced and the guilt of his sons torture.

Knowing there was not much she could do for him at the moment, Penelope held him tight against her, rubbing circles on his back in a wordless effort to calm him.

Penelope silently prayed for her husband. Derek had endured enough bullshit and also has overcome it. She prayed to the gods that this won't send him back to that dark place she once rescued him from. She also prayed for her son. That he wouldn't hold a grudge against the lord for allowing this to happen to him, and better yet a grudge against her for getting him permission to play a sport and not noticing when he was hurt.

After what felt like an eternity Derek's sobs began to subside before stopping completely.

Lifting his head from his wife's chest, Derek lightly kissed Penelope before muttering something she couldn't make out over the sound of the water beating against the floor.

"What baby?"

He was silent and refused to look her in the eye.

"Derek speak to me." She demanded softly.

Still avoiding any eye contact Derek sighed heavily and repeated his earlier words "I'm sorry."

He whispered the words so softly she'd almost missed what he'd said a second time. What in the world did he have to be sorry for? She thought.

Suddenly the explanation hit her on the head like a ton of bricks. He was apologizing to her for crying. He still completely blamed himself for everything that had happened.

"Listen to me Derek." Penelope made sure she had his attention. "You have nothing to be sorry for... Ever. Buford is gone. Huron is gone. They can't hurt you or DJ, or anyone else anymore."

Looking deep into her eyes Derek let his shoulders slump forward letting his body completely relax. All the years of pain and pent up guilt soon faded away.

Similar to what his son said in the letter, "In order to move forward you have to let go."

A few hours later Penelope woke up to the soft sound of her husband snoring. She laid still for awhile mesmerized by the rise and fall of his bare chest and the feel of the warmth that his body was radiating. She loved her husband dearly but his body was like a human furnace. She needed to cool off.

Penelope slid out of Derek's embrace, careful not to wake him. Her feet dangled over the side of the bed as she drank the cold water from her water bottle.

Her iPhone began to vibrate, so she reached for it on the nightstand. Gratefully it was a text message from Kylie and not her blonde beauty JJ informing them that they have a case. The text message read if it was okay that she comes back home in the morning. Penelope eagerly typed the teenager back, apologizing for not calling to check on her or update her on coming back to the house or not. She put her phone back down on the nightstand and fluffed her pillow before she went to lay back down.

"Who was that?" her husband asked in a sleepy voice.

"Kylie.." she said as she lyed back down and adjusted her body snugly against his.

"At this time of night? What does she want?"

Penelope laid there staring at a random spot on the wall. Was her husband annoyed?

"Nothing baby, go back to sleep." she tried.

Derek huffed in annoyance.

After a moment Penelope pulled up to look down at her chocolate god. "Baby are you jealous?"

Derek snorted a laugh. "Psh, jealous? What's there to be jealous of when I'm here and she's there... Wherever her home is."

"She lives here."

"What?"

"I kinda ... Sorta ... Let her move in after you left."

He groans. "Penelope..."

"She had no where to go Derek. I couldn't let her be homeless."

Derek didn't respond.

Penelope rested her chin on the middle of her husbands chest. She rose and fell with his breathing and she couldn't help the dreamy look on her face as she stared at his delicious strong jaw line.

"Stop looking at me like that." Derek broke the silence.

"Like what?"

"Like you're studying me."

Penelope giggled some. "Why can't I do that?"

"Because it's turning me on."

Before Penelope could respond, she felt her husband's erection poking at her soft belly.

"You're a badddd man, agent Morgan." She said seductively as she reached down to rub circles against the head of his erection with the palm of her hand.

Derek hissed from her touch and closed his eyes. His wife was going to be the death of him. But he wasn't complaining.

"How long do we have til Kylie gets here?"

Penelope stopped her movement momentarily to think. "4 hours." She smirked.

Derek was relieved to know they didn't have to rush.

"Proceed." He smirked.

Penelope wrapped her hand around his member and gave him a squeeze, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. That sound always turned her on.

"Ya know baby, it's been too long since I've heard you lose it. Too long since I've had you under my control." She finished with a lick of her lips.

Derek felt the movement of the bed as his wife positioned herself on her knees hovering over his lower half. He draped his arm over his eyes and waited in anticipation.

Derek was an alpha male at heart. He loved to be in control most of the time, but then there were moments like these where he surrendered under his wife's magic spell. Penelope had the best lips in the world and her mouth felt like pure heaven. He would be a fool to not surrender control and let her have her wicked way with him.

Penelope darted her tongue out to give the base of his erection a long lick before swirling her tongue around the head like a lollipop.

Derek bit down on his bottom lip to hold back a moan, but he lost the battle once she wrapped her lips around his member and swallowed him whole.

"Yessss... just like that mama." He thrust his hand into her hair.

His wife was a pro. His wife was a true goddess. And for however long he could hold back from shooting his load, his wife was going to enjoy the erotic sounds of her mocha chocolate Adonis cursing and moaning in pleasure.