Long Nights

Morgan and Garcia

Chapter Two

July 2010

Sleeping- or at this moment not sleeping- next to Derek was harder than Penelope had bargained for. Never before had she lain in a bed with him mere inches away.

This particular bed seemed to be the smallest full sized bed ever made. It for sure was not a king or a queen. There was barely room for both Penelope and Derek to be on the bed without touching, but somehow they were managing it. Still she could feel his body heat radiating off his freshly washed skin, smell the clean, crisp scent of his body wash, and hear every breath he took in the nearly silent room. All that could be heard was their breathing and the sound of an old, overworked air conditioning unit.

She had always found him incredibly sexy. Tonight that seemed to double and triple for her. Having him so close was making butterflies shoot all around her, her skin heat up to uncomfortable degrees, and her pussy tingle and grow damp. She swallowed hard.

Maybe he should have slept on the floor, like he had suggested. Cause she sure didn't know how she'd actually get sleep with him next to her. And she knew he wasn't looking to have anything happen between them. He seemed just fine with staying only friends.

She was, for the most part, okay with that too. It was just moments like this that tempted her nearly beyond her breaking point. But she had respect for her best friend and she wouldn't mess up their friendship by trying to jump his bones.

Probably.

Why did he have to smell so damn good?

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"This isn't working, baby girl."

"Hmmm? Am I hogging the bed?" She scooted even further away, nearly balancing on the edge of the small mattress.

"You were fine. Its just...we need sleep and if we can't get comfortable enough to fall asleep we're gonna be dragging ass during work tomorrow."

"Blame it on this bed. Its older than Reid, I bet."

"Yeah, its not the best but I think the problem is that neither one of us are all that comfortable sharing a bed with each other. I think its just a better idea if I crash on the floor so we can both actually sleep." With a heavy sigh Derek started to get up but Penelope slapped her hand on his arm and grabbed him, pulling him back hard so he fell down again.

He landed almost on top of her. "Ompf! Fuck! Baby girl, come on now. I need rest," he growled out the words.

She cuddled up against him and sighed, purred and rubbed against him like a cat. "There. Broke the ice. Now I'm comfortable. What about you, baby?"

He groaned and re-situated himself. They had been laying there for the better part of a half hour trying to fall asleep without touching. In just six hours they had to be back at work. Derek couldn't spend all night awake or sleeping lightly in fear he'd brush against his desperately sexy best friend. Better to just get comfortable and see if he could deal with the temptation that would bring.

If not then it was the floor for him and Penelope would just have to live with the guilt and knowledge she was way too fine for him to resist wanting to fuck senseless.

Derek rolled to his side and laid one arm over Penelope. She was lower on the bed so her face was against his throat. He said "There. Now try and sleep, okay?"

A long moment of silence. "Why did God have to make you so sexy?"

"Baby girl, hush!"

"Okay, okay, I was just saying."

Derek could feel Penelope's large, beautiful breasts pressed against his chest with her nipples nicely hard- from arousal or the coolness of the air conditioning? Whatever the reason it was wrecking havoc on his body. He didn't need his cock springing to life right now but if he didn't fall asleep soon it would surely happen. She was way too hot to be sleeping next to without fucking first.

Damn this case for putting him in this position.

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Every time she moved her nipples would brush his chest, which was covered by a well worn t-shirt that had C.P.D written on it from his days with the bomb squad in Chicago. The shirt even had some holes in it. Penelope found it cute because she could tell it was special to Derek since he refused to throw it away even when it was clearly well past its prime.

The shirt was incredibly soft. She had to resist the urge to burrow her face against it. Already she had pushed her luck by insisting Derek share her bed and then, when he tried to leave because it was near impossible to keep from touching in such a small bed, she had rubbed all against him like a cat in heat.

That was just to prove a point though. They touched all the time in day- to-day life and had been touchy feely with each other for six years now. They could touch in bed too and it didn't have to be sexual.

But, oh, it felt so very sexual to her right about now.

Her body didn't know the difference between laying in bed with Derek because a case forced them into this situation and laying there because they were about to fuck the night away. All her body knew was a hunk was pressed almost taut with her. He was sinewy muscles from his shoulders to his toes. Penelope would love to run her hands over every single inch of him and feel those hard muscles beneath her fingertips.

Working down his back first she would slowly massage him, getting all the tension out of her beautiful best friend, and then work her fingers over one arm and then the other, slowly kneading him till he moaned in pleasure. Relaxing him with every stroke as she only excited herself more, till her pussy was dripping from the feeling of working her hands over his thighs, legs, feet and finally his ass. She would love to bend over then and kiss his back, lick at his tattoo, kiss all down his spine and even the curve of his nicely toned ass.

There would be just one spot left after that to massage and she would make sure she gave him one he never forgot. She knew some tricks but it wouldn't be in her hand movements. It'd be in the sexy way she looked at him while she jacked him off. Then used her breasts to finish him and let him come all over her.

Mmmm. Now that would be her idea of a good way to relax before falling to sleep. Maybe Derek would even pay her back and let his hands massage every inch of her.

Penelope imagined hot oil dripping down her back and then Derek's hands kneading her flesh till she was moaning. He would slip his hand between her thighs, find that sweet honey pot that was drenched with her juices and slide three fingers deep inside of her. Using his knees to spread her legs he wouldn't say a word about how this wasn't a normal part of a massage. He'd just get her off like she had him.

And when she came he'd bury his face there and suck her dry.

God, it was impossible to sleep with this man next to her. What in holy hell had Hotch been thinking when he assigned Penelope this muscle bound hunk as a roommate? Why not Reid? She'd be asleep an hour ago and not wondering if her best friend could smell her arousal as warmth pooled in her panties.

"Derek, you asleep, baby?"

He just growled miserably as his answer.

Maybe tomorrow Derek would ask Hotch to switch up the sleeping assignments. That would probably be the smart thing to do. Derek and her were friends and this was decidedly way too friendly behavior tonight.

She couldn't help it though. He was the sexiest man she had ever known and the one she was closest to emotionally. And for his part he was a hot red-blooded male who always drooled over her curves and, though he was a good man, he could only be expected to stand so much close contact before he reacted.

God, how she wished he would react right about now.