Long Nights

Morgan and Garcia

Chapter Five

July 2010

When Derek woke up he was spooning Penelope and his hand was holding her breast. He froze.

Never before had he touched her breasts. In his hand was a warm, soft, heavy tit he longed to squeeze. Brushing against his palm was a slightly hard nipple.

He knew he should let go and roll away. But instead he just lay perfectly still for a long moment, sucking in the smell of her hair which was tickling his nose. She smelled deliciously sweet: like apples, cherries and her own unique scent all mixed together. This was a smell he knew well. It always affected him deeply. Smelling it meant his baby girl was near and that was forever a good thing.

If she would agree to be his girl, and down the road his wife, he could wake up everyday like this. Holding her close, feeling turned on and also just right. Feeling like life made sense finally. Like he was right where he was supposed to me.

He let his hand slip off her breast and down to her stomach. She moaned in her sleep, rolled over and snuggled completely against him. Holding his breath Derek tried to calm down his body and keep it from going completely hard.

He thought about everything but sex. Still there was no denying that there was a gorgeous woman- to him the most gorgeous woman on earth- pressed against him and that had his body on overload.

He gently eased back and got off the bed. Penelope rolled to her back and made a sound of protest. Though she was still deep asleep. Derek looked down on her with a tender look on his face, but then his eyes went hot as they raked over her generous cleavage, held by only a tank top that had a built in bra.

Just then her eyes fluttered open. "Derek?"

He got back on the bed and looked down at her. "I'm right here, baby."

A soft smile curved her lips. "How long have you been up?"

"Just a couple of minutes."

"Oh."

"Sorry I woke you by moving."

"All your chocolate God goodness went away and I must have missed it. You know how much mama likes it when your made for sin body is right next to me, my noir hero."

He chuckled and wagged his head at her "I'll never go too far, sweetness."

Reaching a hand up she fingered his old, torn up Chicago Police Department Bomb Squad shirt. "Do you think it might be time to retire this relic. What is it? Twenty years old?"

"Hush! And more like fifteen, if that."

"Well then its practically new," she joked.

"Woman," he growled out the word "leave my clothes be. Do I tell you how to dress your gorgeous self?"

"Gorgeous? Oh, Sir Derek, you do know just what to say to make mama purr." Then she made a purring sound and moved her fingers like a cat clawing.

Derek laughed before he stood up. "I need a shower. We still got nearly an hour before we gotta meet up with the team. I can't believe I didn't sleep the full six."

Penelope stretched. "Well, I had a great nap. Mmmmm, I feel so refreshed."

His eyes watched her like a hawk as she stretched her body. When she reached for her glasses he jerked his gaze away and headed for his go-bag.

Penelope said "Wouldn't it be fantabulous if we could share a bed every night?"

Derek turned around and gave her a steady look. She was now sitting up in bed. He smiled a little. "Not sure I'd get much sleep that way."

"Rawr. I could wear you out so good, sug, that you would sleep like a baby. I know I sure slept good today. Now that we've worked past our momentary blip of trying to be fine upstanding citizens who keep their hands to themselves we're so much more comfortable and once I finally drifted off, and stopped thinking about climbing on you and ravishing you, I slept as good as I have in all my life. What about you? You got up early so was I tossing and turning and driving you crazy?"

"Sexy, you drive me crazy but not for that reason. There's nothing I'd like more than to always go to bed next to you and wake up to your beautiful body in my arms."

She made an O with her mouth and purred "You are such a tease! That sounds heavenly."

Dropping the clothes in his hand he quickly came back to the bed, crawled on it and cupped her face in his hands. "Who's teasing?"

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Penelope's breath hitched in her throat.

It happened really fast. They were playing around and then he just moved. Derek was across the room in a split second, on the bed, and holding her face in his slightly rough skinned hands. Looking deep into her eyes, his gaze strong and steady, his adoration of her completely plain to see.

Penelope whispered "I think the heat is getting to you. Being in the desert has you all hot and bothered, huh?"

"So you think this is new?"

She nibbled her bottom lip. Her eyes darted to his lips and then up to his eyes again. His musky, masculine smell was wrecking havoc on her senses, and having his hands caressing her was making her want to let out blissful sighs and lean fully into his caress, but her heart was beating too out of control and her mind was spinning too much to do anything.

Derek went on, his voice deep and husky, "There ain't nothing new about me wanting to get closer to you. Don't you know I've wanted that as far back as I can remember knowing that there is such a woman as Penelope Garcia walking this earth? Baby girl, I always wanted closer. I just let the world and myself get in my way." He brought his mouth near hers. "No more of that. Cause close to you is where I belong...you know that, right? Tell me you know its gotta be me and you, close as two people can ever be...tell me you'll let us get closer and that you trust me like that, girl. Tell me what I want to hear, Penelope. I'm dying to hear it come out of your sweet lips, baby...Do you wanna be close to me?"

"Mmm-hmmm."

"Let me be your man," he whispered desperately before claiming her mouth in a breathless kiss.

(I'm lost without you.

Can't help myself.

How does it feel to know that I love you, baby?

-x-x-x-x

Tell me how you love me more.

And how you think I'm sexy, baby.

-x-x-x-

That you don't want nobody else!

You don't want this guy.

You don't want that guy.

You wanna touch yourself when you see me.

-x-x-x-x

Tell me how you love my body.

And how I make you feel, baby.

You wanna roll with me.

You wanna hold with me.

You wanna stay warm and get out of the cold with me.) (Lost Without You by Robin Thicke)