Happy Endings

Morgan and Garcia

Part Two

May 2008

She was wearing a pink dress, sheer stockings, and high heels.

Derek led Penelope to a chair in his bedroom and sat her down. He crouched in front of her, groaning slightly at his aching muscles, and then eased off her heels. From this position he could see that she had on thigh highs. That image made blood rush to his dick. He had every intention of just letting this be a massage but he knew it would be hard to resist pulling her close and finally tasting her lips for the first time.

Being friends with Penelope had always been an exercise in self control for Derek.

His control hadn't snapped yet. He would just have to see if it held out for all of today. He knew that he wouldn't dare try anything unless he was really sure she wanted that and was ready for that here and now. If not then just a massage would be enough for him.

Once he had her shoes off her stood up. His eyes locked on hers while he peeled off his shirt. He felt a male rush of pride when he heard her suck in a quick, hitched breath at the sight of his bare chest.

But when he looked into her eyes he saw that he had mistaken the meaning behind that sound.

It wasn't from lust or appreciation of his body. She was upset about the bruises on him.

She murmured, with clear worry in her voice, "Baby."

"I'm okay. They'll heal in no time."

Standing up, she moved close to him. "Its obvious the Oracle of All Knowing called this one right. You are uber much in need of my magic fingers." She pointed to the bed in a way that ordered him to lay down there. "Don't worry, when I ravish you I'll be very gentle. I wouldn't want to leave your chocolate God body any worse for wear."

"Silly girl," he said tenderly before he went to the bed and lay on his stomach.

He heard her come to the bed's edge and then felt her climb on. She sat next to him. After a moment he felt the massage oil, warmed by her hands, smooth over one of his shoulder blades. Just the feel of her touching him there got his body harder. He bit down hard on his bottom lip as he lay there with his eyes closed.

For long minutes she massaged the top of his back before venturing lower. Her strokes were very soft. Each one sent more and more hot, needy desire pumping through his veins. There was no way to not think about how much he had wanted her and fantasized about her over the years. How the last six months had brought them closer than they ever had been before. How Derek had known, in the moment he heard she had a boyfriend, that Derek missed out on a great chance to be with an amazing woman when he didn't make a move on Penelope sooner. And how Derek, as they stood near Esther before leaving for New York, while Derek was getting her go bag out of her trunk, had felt relief steal through his heart at the news that things were over with her and Lynch.

It was true that often thoughts whipped through Derek's mind that maybe him and Penelope could be more than friends. Yet it had never seemed the perfect moment before. There was always something that held him back. He never had been ready before.

But coming so close to death just the other day had woken him up.

And since that moment thoughts of her filled his mind- his baby girl, his solace, his hope and joy, his reason for smiling, and the one woman who could turn him on with just a few low throated whispered words. Her just saying his last name was enough to make his heart beat faster. There was something in the musical way she spoke, the way sex oozed through her words, that always got to him in the worse way. He couldn't hide it from his friends. He didn't react to any other woman the way he did her.

It was obvious that Penelope had a hold on him.

His voice was thick with lust when he hoarsely told her "I won't break. You can go harder."

She shifted a little, raising up on her knees, and added more pressure. "Is that better?"

Her breath whipped over the back of his neck and he shivered. "Better but you can still go harder. Go ahead and sit on me."

"I don't know, Morgan," she said, uncertainly.

"Don't argue with me, woman. I said to sit on me. Do it now."

A moment later he felt her straddling his thighs. When her hands smoothed over his lower back Derek felt how they were warm and slick with more massage oil. Now Penelope applied more pressure to her strokes. Derek bit back a moan at the pleasurable sensations she had shooting through his body.

"Left shoulder, baby girl," he said, his voice a heavy grunt, muffled by the pillow.

She leaned over, causing her breasts to brush his back just like he had hoped would happen, and lightly massaged his shoulder. "Is this the one you hurt?" she asked, with true and deep concern over him.

"Hold still," he ordered, as he rolled over so he was on his back.

Penelope went to move off him but Derek sat up, wrapping his arms around her back, and held her in place. He said "Damn, woman, you do have magic fingers. Thank you very much."

She shifted a little on him and he could tell that she felt how aroused he was. Her eyes widened with shock and held onto his.

Words failed him so he just gave her a long steady look filled with all his love and lust for her.

Her unsure expression turned confident and she purred "I did tell you once that I'm the type of woman who grows on a man. Stick near me long enough and eventually all mere mortal men can't help but hope for the chance to be ravished. As handsome and brilliant and heroic as you are, at the end of the day, you're still just a man..."

He murmured "Just your man," and then leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers in a soft, gentle first kiss.