Chapter 12

AN: Thank you so much for the reviews! I am an entire day early on posting this, but I am not going to be able to be on tomorrow. I have my family Christmas party (Eight brothers and sisters and their families-My immediate family totals 48 people!), so I am cooking, cleaning and partying most of the day...So, enjoy and see you Monday or late Sunday night...As for the story...this is a HUGE chapter...Now, remember, I warned you. This is rather spicy (But do-able!)...

In the middle of the night, Penelope woke to the warmth of strong arms surrounding her, and the unmistakable, delicious, masculine smell of Derek Morgan. The faint aroma of some brand of beer was still on his warm breath that was wafting lightly on her face. His chest was bare, as it always was when he was in her bed, and the few hairs he had were tickling her nose.

"Hotstuff," she slurred out in one sleep cluttered, nearly incoherent sentence.

"Hush...sleep," he murmured, rubbing her back in hypnotic circles.

"But...Terry?" she asked, her voice cracking just a little bit.

"She's fine."

It was just like Derek to be so forthcoming, Penelope mused to herself.

She tried to raise herself up, but he prevented her. She snuggled back down in his arms. "I thought you said you'd see me tomorrow?"

"It is tomorrow. It's one am. Besides, you looked so sick and sad when I left you, I had to make sure you were doing okay." He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then looked at her with a wry grin. "Now I feel guilty as hell because I'm waking you up."

"No!" she said, wrapping her arms around him, holding him tightly. "No, I'm so-" She stifled a yawn, then shook her head. "-I'm so glad you're here."

She could feel it as his chest rumbled with contained mirth. "Silly Girl. Go to sleep. I got a meeting at seven, so I won't be riding in with you."

"Okay," she murmured, yawning hugely again. She settled more comfortably against him.

He brought a hand up to stroke her hair, and whispered, "Night, Baby Girl."

"Night, Hotst..."

Derek waited a few moments, making sure she was asleep, before he tucked her even closer. He'd felt her arms grow looser where they were wrapped against him, and her breathing become even. He took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of warm, spiced pears and some beautiful sweetness that was individualized only for Penelope. He gave a kiss to the top of her head, and settled more into his pillow, when he heard her mumble.

"What?" he asked.

"My lips?"

He gave a short bark of laughter. Only Penelope-She was so exhausted, she could barely stay awake, and yet she still had to question him. "No, angel. Go to sleep."

"My butt, my ears?" she added.

He cupped her chin and dropped a kiss on her lips. "No. Try again tomorrow night."

She grumbled, nuzzled into him, and immediately fell asleep.

"Morning, Princess," Derek said, meeting her in the hallway on the way to her office.

"I'll show you a good morning, Hot Stuff," she quipped back, smiling and chipper. For the first time in days, she actually meant it and felt like she could deliver on it. After sleeping twelve hours straight, she woke up, no sinus headache, no chills, nothing.

Derek beamed at her. "Someone's spunky again."

"Mmm hmm." She shot him a devilish grin and leaned closer to him, whispering, "So spunky, I think I am ready for positions four through eight."

His eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

She almost giggled at the eager, near squeak she heard in his voice. He sounded more like Spencer Reid than Derek Morgan at that moment.

Playing the seductress, she ran her fingertip down the buttons of his shirt. Purring, she replied, "Really. And you never asked me what four positions I picked..."

He swallowed hard. "I didn't, did I?"

She shook her head slowly, then let her fingertip trail lower before removing her hand completely. "Nope."

He must've had enough time to digest; some of his smooth mojo came back with aplomb. He smirked at her, a low, sexy, naughty grin that made her wet, and said, "I think I need to remedy that. Tonight."

She nodded, then placed both hands on his shoulders and put her lips near his ear. "Bring another pocketful," she breathed, kissed the spot just underneath his earlobe, then dragged that lobe between her teeth.

She turned and walked away, but not before she heard, "Damn, woman!"

She smiled the rest of the way into her office, and even while she logged into her computer. This was going to be a good day.

As expected, Derek followed her home from the BAU in his SUV. He stepped out of the truck, then opened her car door. He reached for her hand and tugged her to her feet, then pressed his body against her.

She took a quick breath of air as she felt his arousal press into her belly. "Coming in, tiger?"

"No. I don't trust myself, but I'm wondering...How fast can you be in there, angel?" he asked, his voice a low purr, like a cat being scratched just the right way.

She gave him a half-smile and raised her eyebrow. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking of four positions, and my king size bed, instead of your double..." He let his voice trail off as he cupped the side of her face.

She rested her tongue on the back of her front teeth, then licked her top lip and looked over the top of her glasses at him. "I'll pack quickly."

He took a quick intake of breath, and his eyes darkened to near obsidian depths.

She squirmed out from under him and started a quick trot towards her door.

He was a step behind her. "I'll help."

When she opened her door, he was directly behind her, moving her long red hair, kissing her neck. Shivers ran up her arms as she felt his arms come around her waist.

She turned in his arms, trying to move away. "Baby Boy, how am I supposed to get anything done-"

His mouth on hers silenced any possible protests. Penelope couldn't help but think his mouth was like the man himself: hot, smooth, dark and irresistible. She gave as good as she got, driving her tongue into his mouth, cupping his head in both of her hands, tugging him forward. She was so grateful to have four inch heels on; it got her closer to the man at just about the right height.

He angled his head, making the kiss deeper, licking against her tongue with velvet sweeps. He cupped her ass in his hands, lifting her up until she was on her tiptoes, grinding his pelvis against hers. His deep groan, followed by a soft chuckle made her smile, until he drank from her mouth again.

God, could this man kiss! This time, there was so much heat, she felt her knees getting weaker and her blood thrumming slowly throughout her veins. She moved her hands to his shoulders for a better grip; she didn't need to pull him forward any more. He was helping her reach the right height with his supporting hands on her bottom. She swayed towards him and felt the strength of his hard chest against her tightening nipples.

"What's the first position?" he growled as he moved his mouth to the smooth column of her neck...

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