Use Your Words
Chapter Three
Monday February 15th 2010
Derek Morgan never had to go to any woman with his proverbial tail between his legs. At least no woman except his baby girl. If she was mad at him then he couldn't take it. He always had to do something to make it right.
Sure his stubborn pride would tell him to not give in to the urge but sooner rather than later every time he would find himself trying to make up with her. And if she should want to make up with him before he had the chance to go to her then he would jump all over her offer of an olive branch.
Yeah, we're good, girl. Sure. Don't worry about it, he would say as quick as he could get the words out, not thinking twice about it no matter what they had fought about.
He couldn't stand to stay in a fight with her. Nothing was worth feeling as disconnected and miserable as he did after they got into with each other.
Lucky it rarely happened that they found themselves arguing about anything important. But today they got into it and it was had turned heated quick.
Now he had to go to her lair and make it right with her. He wouldn't get any decent rest till he did and he wouldn't be able to concentrate on his paperwork either so he might as well stop wasting time- like he had been for the last couple of hours- and just get this over with before the work day ended.
Making his way to her office he knew that everyone he passed had a pretty good clue what he was going to do. That's because he always took a chocolate candy bar to Garcia's office when he was in the dog house. She hadn't been just flirting when she said she had a sweet tooth and chocolate was her favorite. It always made things better and so he made sure to come with some in hand whenever she was pissed at him.
He knocked on her door, waited for her to answer "You may enter the lair of The Oracle," and then walked inside.
Just being near her-smelling her perfume, seeing her sexy red hair and feeling her presence around him, even with her back turned- wrecked absolute havoc on his senses. That phone call last night was still sticking to him. It felt like every time he blinked he was remembering stroking his dick while imagining every single thing she said into his ear: fucking on the conference table in the round room. Sucking her tits making her feel so good. How his cock was made for her. Just her.
Okay. Maybe he had added that last part but that was in his fantasy- even if it wasn't what she said to him.
"Sweetheart."
She tensed up. "Turn and go whence you came, you ungrateful jackass."
Great. She was still pissed. The couple of hours he gave her to cool off hadn't been long enough it seemed.
Derek put his hands on her chair and said "Look at me, hard head," before he spun the chair around.
Her brown eyes flashed with conflicting emotions: anger, pain, regret but also hunger, lust and love.
God, he could stare in the eyes for every second he had left of his life and still not get bored.
Offering her the candy bar he said "I was out of line. What do you say we kiss and make up, baby?"
"Damn right you were! And no, baby," she slurred the endearment "we won't be kissing anytime soon. You want a smoking hot, get weak in the knees, feel like coming in your pants over how good it is, kiss? Look elsewhere. You don't seem to appreciate when I get you all turned on. So go find someone else to get you just as hot. I wish you luck."
She knew damn well only she could ever make him feel like that. He wanted the kiss she had described more than he wanted his next breath. He would take that kiss over oxygen any day of the week.
He would take any kind of kiss from her. Didn't she know that by now?
He opened the candy bar and then crouched in front of her. Breaking off a piece he held it up near her lips. "I know you love your chocolate."
"Stop it. I'm mad at you."
"Don't you want a little taste?"
"I have no use for anything you have, Hot Stuff. Not tonight or any night in the future so you don't have to worry about me, Kevin or how Kevin feels about me giving you what should be his. You get to have just what you picked for yourself. What you pick day after day. Being alone."
He sighed, stood up and ran his hand over his head. This was bad. Really bad.
She grabbed the chocolate out of his hand and slowly, seductively took a bite out of it. Just to show him what he would be missing. Derek had been waiting so long for her to be free of Lynch. Now to know she had dumped that guy and that she had wanted to spend her Valentine's Day getting Derek off had his mind whirling over what could happen next if he could get them back on track.
But she was insisting on not letting this go. That was frustrating as hell. She knew why he had gotten upset. Couldn't she show some sympathy for him? Be his sweet baby girl again?
He missed her so much. He wanted her so bad. She was wearing one of her low cut blouses and it was all he could do not to tug it down, slip her breast of her bra and suck away like her words had begged him to do the night before.
For years he had wanted to taste her skin, her tits, the sweetness between her legs, suck on her tongue, her clit, her throat, and shoot his cum deep inside of her. She was the only woman he never wanted to use a condom with. He didn't give a damn about if it was good timing in their lives for making babies. He just wanted to know when he was making love to her they could be creating a life, a future, a family, a dream that only Penelope could give him.
"Garcia, come on now. That was hitting below the belt," he said in frustration.
"The truth hurts. Just like it hurts when your best friend screams in your face after you do something nice for him. Something special. But don't you worry. You won't hurt me like that again because last night was the very...and I mean very....last time that I talk dirty to you. I hope you enjoyed it because the memory will have to last you."
"You know damn well why I got pissed! I don't wanna share you with Lynch. Is that so hard to get, baby girl? That I want you all to myself!!"
Their eyes held each others. He didn't even take a breath. She seemed to be completely frozen.
Just then Emily came in. "Hey, PG, its quitting time...whoa, did I interrupt something?"
"No," Penelope said as she spun around and quickly shut down her computers.
"Garcia," Derek said, his voice warning her to not walk away from him right now.
Emily said "I'll meet you by the elevators."
"No!" Penelope cried. "I'm ready." She grabbed her purse.
"Garcia, hold on a damn minute. We were in the middle of something here."
"Derek, I have plans, okay? We'll talk later."
With that said she hurried away. He ended up sitting down on her couch and hanging his head. He didn't plan to tell her that he wanted her for his own on this day in this way. He just wanted to apologize for yelling and then ask her to go get a drink. Maybe later he could have flirt with her and said he was glad that she was a single sexy lady again- a red headed firecracker- and that it was about damn time she had cut Lynch lose. That if she was looking for a real man to have by her side she need not look any further. That when she was ready to date seriously again he would be ready for her this time. Ready for them. Ready to start baby making.
Okay he would leave out that last part. Keep it just in his head for a little bit longer.
But he did want them to be parents together. If they got together and it went good he wanted her to know she was the future mother of all his kids. She used to joke about wanting that too. For him it was no joke. It was the only way he'd ever have kids. He wouldn't let any other woman get pregnant by him. Penelope was born to be the woman who gave him a son and daughter. Maybe two sons and two daughters. Once he started thinking about it he always got carried away.
Probably cause the idea of baby making with her made him hard. It was a powerful thought. Creating life out of love. Their love.
Their love was so very real to him. Their love had always been the most real thing in his world. Under the surface somewhat but real. She had to know it inside of herself, no matter how hard headed she was being today.
Derek didn't wanna wait for her to cool down. He didn't want to waste another day. Tonight would be the one where he proved she couldn't go without talking dirty to him and that he could never stand to go without her- without at least hearing her sultry voice- for even one day of his life.