Chapter 6

AN: We have reached the end of this one! I hope you enjoyed my strange little supernatural MG twist...Thanks for reading...reviewing...making my day-ing (LOL)... Love, Kricket

Warning: Strong Sexual Content

They exchanged kisses. Soft and sweet kisses, hot and horny kisses, and kisses that ranged somewhere in between. It seemed like something they couldn't stop doing once they started. The magic continued to flow, keeping them in sync, together, in perfect harmony.

Derek carried her over to her couch, sitting down with her on his lap, and then slid his hands up her back and into her hair. At one time, Penelope would've fussed at him for picking her up and worried about how much she weighed, but she now had a very good idea of exactly how strong he was. It made her smile against his mouth, even while she still kissed him.

"Oh, sweetheart," he whispered against her lips with a happy sigh. "I have only one regret about this whole body switch we had."

She looked up at him through hooded eyes, still entranced by his kisses, but her curiosity piqued, too. "What is that, lover?"

"I would've loved to stay in your body for just a bit longer," he replied, kissing the side of her neck, causing a riot of goose bumps to roll down her spine, "just so I could learn exactly how to touch you...please you."

"Me, too," she answered, leaning her head back to give him better access to her throat. "I would want to know, too."

He lifted the heavy fall of her hair, kissing a bit farther down toward the junction of her neck and shoulder. "You already know how to please me..." he murmured, letting his words trail off suggestively.

She could feel the warmth of his erection under her bottom as she sat in his lap. She chuckled low in her throat as she gave a wiggle. "I think he's easy to please."

"Uh uh," he answered, making little nipping kisses back up her neck. "He's very discriminating."

"Really?" she answered, her breath coming faster as he approached her ear again.

"Yes, Baby Girl," he purred softly, like a big, satisfied cat, as he nibbled her earlobe, and then licked it with his tongue. When he pulled away, his normally mocha eyes were now molten chocolate. "He knows exactly what he wants."

As he lifted her off his lap to put her on the couch, she asked, "What is that?"

He must've taken that question to be rhetorical, because he didn't bother to answer. She already knew the answer, and the resulting throbbing in her core said that her body knew the answer, too. His grin was sultry and filled with such wicked anticipation, her breath caught in her throat.

He extended his hand to her and said, "Come on, baby...come find out what brown can do for you..."

She laughed out loud—only Derek could get away with a comment as outlandish as that!—as he tugged her to her feet. "So, now you're the delivery man?"

He held her hand still as they walked into her bedroom. He stopped to raise her hands to his mouth and kissed first the left, and then the right. She found herself breathing heavy while she waited.

"Angel, I've got a very special delivery...one I've been waiting years to give you," he said.

She nearly rolled her eyes. Of course he'd think about that. She couldn't fault him; he wasn't lying—she knew it was special after this morning! She opened her mouth, but he put a finger on her lips to silence her.

"Now, remember...it's fragile," he continued, causing her to frown in slight confusion. His smile was soft, gentle, and so full of love as he spoke, "And easily broken at times..."

Her eyes watered as she figured out what he really meant. "Oh, love bug..."

"Actually, sugar...I don't need to tell you the care and keeping of that particular item," he said again, pulling her into his arms. "You've had my heart all along..."

"Derek," she whispered, before his mouth captured hers again in a soft kiss that meshed their souls.

His voice was husky, dark, as he murmured fiercely, "Woman, I need to be with you...be one with you." He paused, and looked a little forlorn. "I can't explain it, baby...but I feel lost without you..."

She knew exactly what he meant. She had the same feeling, the same need, to join with him as one. That feeling of never being apart that kept resurfacing, touching every part of her being. He obviously felt it, too, which only added to the unique experience, the God-given gift they'd both received. This gift, to know one another more than anyone else could ever know—they had already had a lot of that in their lives together. This experience had just enhanced it even more.

Derek took a step away from her and tugged his shirt over his head. She stared at him as he did it, at the sculpted mocha chest, and she knew she should've been used to it, but she wasn't. He was seriously beautiful, in a way that other men simply were not.

"What?" he asked, watching her with a faint smirk on his face.

"You're so beautiful...like should be made of plaster beautiful." Her hand hovered over his chest, almost as if she were afraid to touch him.

He clasped her hand and dragged it to the center of his chest. "I'm functional. I do it because I have to bring down people far bigger than me,"—he paused to grin at her—"and Rossi or Reid aren't about to do it, are they?"

She smiled, loving that he was keeping his sense of humor, a touch of familiarity in this land that was so new to them. She let her fingertips brush over a darker brown satiny nipple, the washboard segments of his rock hard abs, all the way to the button of his trousers.

When she reached the waistband, she met his eyes again, and said, "Thank heavens for functionality."

"Oh, woman," he said with a half chuckle, half groan. "You're killing me here."

She flattened both her palms on his chest. "I take it that's a good thing."

"Very," he said, as he reached his hands up to her dress and began sliding it down over her shoulders, kissing every inch of skin he came in contact with.

Derek was making a study of her body. This morning, as he'd dressed her, he didn't get to explore the satiny texture of skin the way he had wanted to, the full curves and nipped in valleys that begged for his fingers to touch. She said that he was cast in plaster; well, she was a work of art.

Her flavors were enticing. Soft, sweet, floral, with a berry essence, along with a warm smell of vanilla, flowed over most of her skin. It made him crave tasting more, the sweat of her aroused skin, the raspberry perfectness of her nipples, the warm sweet cream between her legs. He would savor it all, every nuance, and know it was all for him.

The top of her dress now pooled at her waist, baring the lacy pink bra she was wearing underneath. This morning, it had been a serviceable garment in her closet; now, it was something meant to drive him insane. Each perfect mound nearly overflowed the cup, each darker tip was clearly visible to his gaze.

"You know," he murmured thickly, bringing his hands up to cup the weight of her breasts, "since I didn't get a chance to know exactly what turned you on...you are going to have to tell me...what you like...what you want...You like this, Penelope?"

"Oh, God!" she moaned, as he drew concentric circles around her nipples, and then flicked his thumbs over them.

He smiled wickedly at her. "I take it that was a yes..."

Then her bra fell away from her body, and the velvety softness of his tongue lashed across her nipple. Immediately, she brought her hands up to the back of his head, directing, ordering him to suckle, to take the aching tip deep into his mouth.

Unfortunately, Derek didn't take well to orders.

Instead, he continued to tease, torment, and utterly please her, painting circles with his tongue, nipping with his teeth, all the while his hands slid down her body, drawing her dress over her hips. She was now wearing only her tiny thong underwear as she stood in front of him.

A pair she had sitting far in the back of her underwear drawer.

She pulled away from him and glared at him. "Derek...I never wear these."

"They're cute."

"They still had the price tag on them!"

Grinning wickedly and gripping her bare bottom with his hands, he said, "They don't anymore."

"I can't believe you—"

"Hey...I had to have one little thrill," he answered. "Otherwise, I was very good...and don't tell me you didn't sneak a peek."

Her answering blush was reply enough.

He laughed, and then asked, "What did you think?"

She turned her head and blushed with embarrassment, so he caught her chin and turned it back.

"Please?"

"When you are naked, you are the most beautiful man I have ever seen," she said softly. She met his eyes, and although her cheeks were pink, her eyes were hot and dark...and then she cupped him between his legs. "Every part of you..."

"Damn, girl," he whispered furtively, further words caught in his throat.

She placed her hand on his cheek. "You said I should tell you what I like...what I want..." Stepping forward until her nipples grazed his chest, she whispered, "I want you...now."

Those words snapped the rest of his control. "Oh, Penelope," he said, scooping her up into his arms again and laying her on the bed. He removed his pants and slid her panties—the pretty little things—down her legs.

He moved on top of her, trading kisses again, his body braced on his elbows above her. Her softness underneath him felt so good, as their mouths melded together in heated, slow exploration. His hardness felt welcomed by her soft breasts, her thighs, the cradle between her legs. It was a perfect match, as was everything about her.

But soon, the kisses became crazy hot again, his tongue demanding access, his hands delving in her hair to tug her head back farther. She met him, kiss for kiss, touch for touch, in this prelude to the dance.

"I have to be in you, Penelope," he rasped, needing her more than he had ever needed any woman. This went far beyond the physical, beyond anything he had ever known.

Moaning her compliance, Penelope raised her legs around his hips and arched as he reached between them, starting the slide into her body. That first touch—reuniting in each other's bodies—caused them to gasp in unison.

He went incredibly slow, just the thick tip of his erection, and then methodically inch after inch into the hot wet heaven of her body. Damn, she was tight and wonderful, and it was taking everything in his power not to thrust away like a mad man, but he wanted to bring her every pleasure, every single delight he could give her, and he would settle for nothing less. When he was fully seated in her, he was sweating, and his breathing was shallow from the effort it took.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and then clenched his teeth as he felt her muscles milk and squeeze him.

His only response from her was a low groan.

He slid his hips out slowly, and then pushed back in a rush of feeling, and felt her legs shaking under his, her body fluttering again. He did it again and again, drawing out more moans of satisfaction, stretching her to fit him. Arching her hips upward to meet his, she met every downward stroke...

"Oh, God!" she exclaimed, as tremors shook her, and she clung to him, her muscles clenching around him in rhythmic spasms. He stroked gently, kissing her softly, as she came down from that high...

Only to start all over as he continued stroking in that same, fantastic grind...

Soon, he was driving into her in a steady pace, over and over, as he felt the familiar tingles of impending climax beginning at his legs, his low back, his groin.

"One more time, baby," he encouraged softly.

Not wanting to orgasm without her, Derek slipped his hand between their bodies. He tweaked and toyed with her sensitive clit, and she cried out as she came again.

Derek felt his body stiffen, felt completely blinded by pure pleasure, before he was pouring out deep within her. Their rhythmic pulses were timed perfectly together in an intimate cadence.

He was deep inside Penelope, like he had been this morning—only this time, a part of him was staying forever. It was a remarkable feeling, like it was where he was meant to be. Where he was always meant to be...the two of them together...a cosmically perfect match.