Use Your Words

Chapter Thirteen

Friday May 21, 2010

"Hard head," Derek said, lovingly, into his phone "you wouldn't have to keep calling me over and over tonight if you didn't believe in silly superstitions."

"Shhh, do not tempt fate," she said in a serious tone.

He laughed. "Baby, come on, you don't really think that if we sleep together the night before the wedding its gonna doom our marriage, do ya? Girl, I know you don't seriously buy into that bunk."

"What you call bunk I call the laws of the universe. Think of it this way. How do things become folklore? Its passed down for generation after generation. There must be some truth to it. Why would we wanna risk the bad juju? Its like breaking a mirror and getting seven years bad luck or opening an umbrella inside the house. Its just not something you do if you can at all avoid it. I'm not starting us off on the wrong foot."

"Penelope," he said, in an indulgent tone.

"Believe what you want but we can not lay eyes on each other again until I meet you in front of the preacher tomorrow afternoon."

"I still can't get the look of that photographer's face out of my mind when he suggested we take photos before the ceremony and you told him we were gonna keep looking for someone else to work with who was more in line with our personal beliefs. I still don't think to this day he has a clue what he said wrong."

"That man was insane. There is no way we could have ever used him."

Derek laughed. "People take pictures before the ceremony all the time, sweetheart!"

"People. Not us."

"Okay, have it your way, but that means no hunk of burning love to snuggle up to tonight. How is that working for you, mama?"

"Its unmitigated torture. I feel like I'm at Abu Ghraib."

"Okay, be a little more dramatic, why don't you?" He laughed.

"I miss you," she whined. Penelope was staying at a fancy hotel in a suite with Emily.

JJ, Will and Henry had their own suite at the same hotel. As did Hotch, Jessica, her boyfriend and Jack. Reid, who Derek had actually talked into bringing a former girlfriend as his date, had a two bedroom suite he was sharing with his guest. Rossi had rented the Presidential suite for himself.

Some of Penelope's aunts, uncles and cousins had rooms at the hotel too. Along with out-of-town relatives of Derek's.

"Baby girl, I miss you too. But tomorrow is our big day. You need to get some shut eye. Not stay on the phone with me all night."

"I'm so wet right now. I need you so much. My whole body is on fire for you. I keep rubbing my legs together to try and ease the ache but its not enough. I need your fingers on me, opening me up, inside of me, taking away the ache. I'm touching myself but it doesn't feel as good as if you were touching me. Even when I close my eyes and imagine its you it doesn't help anymore. I need the real thing. It would feel so good if it was your fingers rubbing my clit right now instead of mine. Oh, Derek, touch me there. Just like that. God, baby, you feel so good. You know just what I like. You touching me is just what I wanted for six years. I never wanna go without you touching me again. I need your touch all over my body. I need your lips all over me too. Kiss me, Derek. Find that spot that makes me just about come from your mouth on my neck. That special spot that only you ever found. That's the spot that marks me as yours. Kiss me there now. Then kiss down my body. Own me with your lips. Lick all around my nipples. They're so tight right now, baby. So hot and heavy. Aching for your lips on them. God, Derek, I need your lips on my tits right now. Suck me, baby. Suck harder and harder. It can never be hard enough. I love when you're rough. Bite me, Derek. Spank my ass. Yes, baby, I like it when you take charge. Flip me over and take me from behind. Deeper, baby. Harder." For several minutes she kept going on and on, her voice getting more and more lustful and breathy with every passing second "Oh, God, Derek it feels so good to have you inside of me. So right. I want this feeling to last forever. I've always wanted you. Always loved you. Always needed your big, thick cock fucking me over and over and over until I can't even move. That's all I ever wanted and tomorrow you become mine in every way so I'll always have your cock right where it belongs...inside of me...fuck, that feels so good! OH GOD! Please don't stop! Does that feel good, baby? Does fucking your wife feel good? Fuck me harder! Don't stop till I come. Tell me how good that feels, Derek. Tell me how good your cock feels in my tight, wet heat that was made just for you."

"You feel so good, baby. So damn good. You always feel good. I can't get enough of you, Penelope. I'll never get enough. Its me and you till the end, baby girl. Come on, baby, let go. Come for me. Scream for your husband."

"OH, DEREK! OHHHH!" Her heard the sounds of her moans and breathless sighs as she came and a moment later he did too, whispering her nickname, "Baby girl."

"I love you so uber much. I want you here with me right now. Superstitions suck!"

"Hey, silly girl, I love you. You know that, right?"

"Oh, handsome."

"Forever. You can bet on that."

"I'll see you at the alter tomorrow."

"What? You're not gonna talk to me till dawn?" he teased.

"Mama needs her beauty rest. I'm marrying a super fox in the morning, haven't you heard?"

He laughed. "No, I'm marrying a super fox."

"Sweet talker."

"Only for you, sweet lady."

"Only for your wife," she cooed.

"That's right," he said, a very proud tone in his voice.

"Good night, my nubian prince."

"Good night, my gorgeous goddess."

There was a long silence as they both waited for the other to hang up.

He said "I love you, Penelope Morgan."

"You know when I called you on Valentine's Day I was drunk and just wanted to get off."

Derek roared with laughter. "Well, you got more than you bargained for then!"

"Sure did. I got everything I stopped believing I could ever have. Just when I had dyed my hair red and was ready to go and have as much uber, kinky, nasty fun as I could with whoever looked good...you came along and made me an old married lady."

"Damn straight I did."

She chuckled and then said, with a sweet tone in her voice, "And tomorrow we become official."

"Hey, you know I don't need a piece of paper, a preacher or anything like that to feel like we're married. That happened the second I called you Penelope Morgan and you agreed you wanted that. Right then you were my wife and tomorrow just makes it so you get to feel like a princess for a day."

"You always make me feel like a princess. You didn't have to spend over ten thousand dollars for a wedding to do that."

"Hush, hush, hush. We didn't do everything right since we met. But this...tomorrow...we're doing right," his voice was firm but filled with love.

There was no doubt that they had something special since the day they met and would have something special till the day they died. Hot phone sex was just part of the amazing love that Penelope and Derek Morgan shared during their marriage. Another part was having two daughters and son. Babies made in love that their parents dreamt about from long before either would even admit to having more than just a flirty friendship between them.

(You got my attention from hello.

We had this connection that wouldn't let go.

There was something sexy about your voice.

Anything you say makes a beautiful noise...

-x-x-

Every time you call me, I won't lie,

I still get the goose bumps I felt the first time

I saw you walk into a room.

Girl, you had me hooked on the beautiful view...

-x-x-x-

And, baby, you know just how to blow my mind.

After everything we've been through

it still feels right

and I know that I can't quite picture living my life without you...

-x-x-

We got that you hang up

no, you hang up

kind of love.

-x-x-

We got that you hang up

no, you hang up

kind of love.) (No, You Hang Up by Shayne Ward)

THE END

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