A/N: Of all the things they sell at a Renaissance Festival, the rights to CM are not one of them. (Anyone wanna see a P/D go to Faire fic? I wanna write it but I fear it's beyond even my normal nerdiness!)

The warmth of the morning sun streaming through the sheer curtains held no comparison to the light of joy and love suffusing the couple sleeping wrapped in its golden light.

Derek woke first, taking a deep breath of her freesia shampoo from where his face was nestled into her angel-fine hair. He was spooned up behind her, hips pressed against her round bottom, one muscular arm wrapped around her body. He opened his eyes slowly, reveling in the feel of her soft body against him, the sight of her alabaster skin glowing in the morning sun.

The angel in his arms stirred slightly, making soft noises, precious to his ears, before turning in his embrace to face him. His eyes were soft, tender, a look of wonder wiping away all the pain and stress he carried around with him. His voice rumbled deep in his chest. "Good morning, hot stuff…"

She laughed, kissing him softly. "Hey, I thought that was my line…"

He rolled her beneath him, laying kisses on all the skin in his reach. "It's my line now too…"

She moaned, quietly, as he suckled again at the love marks left by the previous evening's activities. "So you're gonna show me a good morning?" Her voice was thin, a whisper, as every thought was diverted to the delicious sensations his tender mouth was creating. He laughed gently, then flexed his hips, sliding his hard manhood into her tight passage.

"I think this is pretty good…" He thrust deep into her, once, burying himself to the hilt. "Mm… don't you?"

Her answer was a drawn out sibilant hiss as her body arched against his and he began moving in earnest. They moved together as one, passion and love blinding each to any outward stimuli, their worlds reduced to the sounds and sensations of their loving. They reached the climax, Penelope shouting out Derek's name in her passion, and spent, they laid back in the rumpled bed, hands still entwined.

"I love you Derek Morgan."

He laughed, heart soaring. "I love you too, Penelope… but we've gotta do something about that last name of yours."

A slow smile spread over her lips. She turned to lie on her stomach, and he had to suppress a grin at the sight of her feet kicking up in the air, her plump rear displayed unabashedly. "What do you propose we should do about this troublesome name of mine?"

He pulled her so she was laying on his chest, looking down into his face. "Silly girl, I think 'propose' is the operable term here…" Her eyes grew wide and she paled, then flushed, scrambling to sit back on her feet.

"Really…?" She breathed the word quietly, as if the very idea were a delicate bubble that would burst if she even thought about it too hard. He leaned forward to cup her face in his large, warm hands. "Yes, woman. Or do you think I just make love completely 'au naturale' with any curvy goddess I can get my hands on?" His smirk took away the sting from his words.

She laughed delightedly. "Of course not, cause you don't know any other curvy goddesses, my love…"

He pouted. "No… cause the only little Derek's I want running around better have your curly hair!" She snuggled against him. "Well, ok… but only if they have your eyes… cause I'm pretty much in love with them…" He began to tickle her, laughing as she squirmed. "They better have your giggle too!" He stopped and she lay back, panting. Pressing a kiss to his lips, she murmured, "As long as they're ours, I don't care…" He smiled softly, and kissed her again.

They had just settled back into each others arms when Derek's phone began to ring. Penelope bolted up, glancing at the clock.

"Holy crap! It's nine already! We are so screwed…" She bounced out of his arms and scurried into the bathroom to shower. Derek watched her bemusedly and picked up his phone.

"Hey Hotch… yeah, we'll be in by 11… I appreciate it, man…"

He snapped the phone closed, padded silently into the bathroom and slipped into the shower behind Penelope. She shrieked in surprise, and smacked his chest.

"Hot Stuff, we are so in trouble, and you being in here is just gonna make us even later!" She rinsed frantically, ignoring the way he was rubbing soap over his sculpted abs. "No, momma, we're not in trouble. You think Hotch didn't know where we were going yesterday? No one came in early today- Hotch just called to get an idea when to expect us…" He pulled her wet, slippery body to his. "And I told him not till eleven." She surrendered to his masculine charms and relaxed against his warm, broad chest.

They christened her shower, then slowly got ready to go into the office, Derek raiding his go bag for fresh clothing while Penelope made breakfast. They ate leisurely, relishing the domestic moment, before parting at their cars with one last, lingering kiss to drive back to the office separately.

They didn't get a chance to speak that afternoon; once the team assembled back in the office they were on a case. While it was relatively local, it still meant long, busy hours for everyone.

It wasn't until after midnight that Derek was able to check on Penelope. He had spoken to her briefly during the day, but they hadn't seen each other since they parted at the elevator that morning. He knocked on her door, then, when he didn't get an answer, stepped into the cool room.

Her screens were idle, an amusing animated screensaver of a castaway playing over them. He turned to see Penelope curled up on the small couch he had convinced Hotch to requisition for her office. She tended to keep their hours and deserved a place to rest when she wasn't immediately needed. Derek smiled down at her, then noticed that she was shivering slightly. She had to keep her office cool out of deference to her computers, but she had apparently forgotten to bring a blanket to keep there in case she needed to take a nap. Derek shrugged out of his suit jacket and spread it over her body, heart warming as she breathed deeply and snuggled into its warmth.

With one last look, he closed the door quietly behind him and stepped into the hallways, meeting Hotch on the way back to his desk.

"I know a good jeweler if you're interested…" Hotch's smirk could almost pass for a smile. "A girl as… unique… as Garcia deserves a one of a kind ring…"

Derek smiled. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind that info, man. "

"That's why I already emailed it to you. Go home, Morgan, tell Garcia too." The older man paused at his door, a smile tugging at his lips. "But tomorrow, be on time?"

Derek laughed. "Yes sir."