Chapter 5

AN: Okay, posting this a smidgen early, so that I can post a pre-Thanksgiving treat on Wednesday...Thanks for the reviews, everyone. You made me smile and laugh, and I treasure that. Love, Kricket

The next day at work, Penelope caught a glimpse of Derek the moment she walked in the door. He was in the conference room with Hotch and Rossi, looking over some paperwork. He was dressed like he would be on any given day, wearing a tight fitting maroon t-shirt and his low slung black jeans. He was smiling over at Rossi, a genuine grin, before he laughed at whatever the other man said.

He was leaning, his palms flat on the table. He must've been bearing some of his weight, making the glorious muscles of his shoulders and upper arms more pronounced. It reminded her of how it felt to have him balanced above her on those arms, how the muscles felt when she ran her hands over them.

At that moment, he looked up with a slight frown, then saw her staring at him. Locking eyes with her, he shot her a slow, sexy smile. A rush of wetness occurred between her legs, her nipples tightened, and her breath sped up...just from a look! She had to turn away from him and get to her office quickly, before she embarrassed herself and drooled.

She turned away too quickly to notice Hotch looking to see who Derek was staring at. Morgan was still looking out the window, watching her walk away, his eyes completely glued on Garcia. This made Hotch somewhat curious, wondering when they'd finally take their six year flirtation up a notch, but he decided to wait until Derek or Penelope talked to him. He wasn't a meddler, he rarely pried into other people's business, but that didn't mean he didn't notice. He himself was intensely private; therefore, he was respectful of other's right to be private. So he kept quiet, even if he'd known for a long time something was bound to happen.

On the other hand, Rossi didn't even bother to look out the window. He just stood and smacked Derek on the head with his paperwork.

"Hey!" Derek said, rubbing his head, scowling. "What was that for?"

Rossi shook his head. "Get to work."

After Derek left the office in a rather disgruntled fashion, Hotch looked over at Rossi. "How long have you known?"

"I had my guesses a while back," he answered. "I wondered if they'd move on it, or if I'd have to give them a shove in the right direction."

Hotch gave a slow shake of his head, with a chuckle of his own. Rossi was the polar opposite of him when it came to meddling. He had his finger on the pulse of the news around the BAU and the FBI.

"Come on," Rossi said, standing and clapping his shoulder. "I'll buy you a coffee."

Quittin' time couldn't come quick enough for Penelope. She practically took off at a sprint for the elevator, and truly wasn't too surprised to see Derek hustling out of his office, too.

When he saw her, he shot her a grin. "Hey."

"Hey."

They both boarded the elevator and didn't say a word until the elevator started moving. Then she turned to look at him, and he turned to look at her.

She said, "Want to come over?"

At the exact same time he said, "Should I come over?"

This caused both of them to start laughing, until they were both laughing uproariously, even as someone else boarded the elevator with them. Pen tried to settle down, but found herself completely incapable. Derek was no better. He was attempting to hold it in and failing miserably. Soon, they were chuckling, then laughing as the other person shot them both a dirty look and exited out just before them, which caused new peals of laughter.

"Eager, much?" she teased.

"Guilty as charged," he answered, still chuckling.

"Me, too," she admitted with a grin, wiping tears from her eyes. "Follow me to my place, okay?"

He grinned back. "Sounds like a plan."

Once they reached her place, they were both still smiling warmly, the shared humor of what happened in the elevator still glowing inside them. She opened the door, and Derek followed. She beamed at him. "Well?"

"I think we should take up where we left off yesterday," he answered logically.

She nodded and headed towards her bedroom, with him in tow, and then they both stripped down. This time, he was wearing white boxer briefs and she had on hi-cut silk panties and a matching bra.

Suddenly, they weren't laughing so much anymore.

They turned down the heavy comforter and floral sheets on her bed and slid in, side by side. Penelope reached for the book and started opening it.

"Wait," he said quickly, before she started talking.

She looked at him in question.

"I think we need to practice that kiss again," he said, pulling the book out of her hands.

She smiled at him and looped her arms around his neck. "Practice makes perfect, after all."

Derek leaned down over her, pressing her into the bed, and kissed her. Immediately, she sent him into orbit. It was official, the woman could kiss like no other person on this earth. She tasted like candy and drove him positively insane. The way she kissed, with her giving, sweet sensuality, she certainly didn't need a fucking book.

God, it was good. He felt the shocks and tingles rushing over him, like a tidal wave, starting at his feet and centering in his groin. It positively knocked him stupid. It was so much better than he'd remembered, and the memory of last night was awesome. He set apart a whole period of time to create a new memory of the feel of her luscious pink lips, her high, round, perfect breasts pressed against his chest, the feel of her thigh pressed against his cock.

He had to fight the incredible desire to consume her. Just kissing her was not enough; he wanted to savor every inch of her. He wanted her in the hundred positions in the book, along with a few more he could dream up himself. He wanted her... damn, he wanted her every place, every where, every way, every how...

Knowing he needed to slow down, he pulled his mouth away, and was very happy to hear her moan her disapproval. She even whispered a feeble protest, "No."

He cupped her face in his hands, staring down into her gold flecked, sherry brown eyes. How had he never noticed how intensely perfect her eyes were? Thick lashed, startling color, noticeable even behind her colorful frames. He leaned down and gave her one more lingering kiss, before rolling to his side. Then, he handed her the book.

"Chapter two," he said, and if his voice was a touch thicker, she didn't say a word to him about it.

Penelope cleared her throat and began to read. "Chapter two, the basic positions." She paused and looked over at him. "Ummm... I think we can skip over these."

He grinned at her. "It'll be fun to see. Who knows? Maybe I'll find out I've been doing it wrong all these years..."

She snorted. Yeah, right. Judging by his kisses, he was the expert she'd always thought he was in this arena.

Still, she began to read. "There are four basic sexual positions that are the basis of all other positions: missionary, reverse missionary, rear entry, and a variant on rear entry, called spooning."

"Okay. What about standing sex, sitting sex, sixty-nine, all that good stuff?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Later. We can skip doing these, because you know the basics, and I do, too."

"All right."

He sounded disappointed. She wondered why; what was so thrilling about crap he'd done a thousand times before? She turned the page, and her brows shot up. Shortly after, she began to giggle. "They have pictures...wanna see?"

"Sure," he said, leaning a little closer.

The first picture, a missionary one, showed the average couple doing it the way that Penelope was most used to it. Contrary to her sexy goddess image, she wasn't the most comfortable with her body, and therefore, didn't feel completely comfortable just letting it all hang out.

"This position allows for kissing, face to face contact, and touching," he read.

"I bet you think that one is boring," she quipped.

"Oh, hell, no," he murmured. "I love to kiss, thrusting my tongue where it's hot and wet at the same time as I'm thrusting below...where it's hot and wet."

He looked at her, his eyes dark and sultry. While he spoke, her heartbeat began to accelerate. From the way he was watching her, she knew he was imagining the same thing she was; doing exactly what he'd just said.

She tore her eyes away from his and looked at the next picture. That was the reverse missionary, female dominant, cowgirl one. She did that one in the complete dark with Kevin, and he complained afterward of his hips being sore. They'd rarely done that one after that, although it had made Penelope come quickly; she liked being in control.

"Now that is my favorite," Derek said, surprising her.

"Why?"

"Full lights on, watching you, bouncing, grinding, and moving on me like a dancer, giving myself up to you completely..." He stopped to moan and take a deep inhalation, then shuddered on the exhalation. "Oh, hell, yes. Nothing better."

She swallowed hard when he stared at her again with those melted chocolate eyes. "We need to finish this chapter..."

He nodded with grim determination. "Yeah... I know."

They'd made it through the chapter, reading but not making any comments. By the time they were done, she was the one staring at him. She could tell he was so turned on, his body heat had turned positively febrile...but so was she. She was nearly roasting, she wanted him so badly.

This time, he swallowed hard, and said with an obviously forced smile, "Next chapter, huh?"

"Derek?" she whispered softly, moving up to a sitting position.

"What, angel?"

She reached between her breasts and unlatched the front closure of her bra. "Let's see how well you remember your basics."