Derek walked down the hall towards Penelope's office. The door was slightly ajar and he could hear a conversation inside. He walked close to the door and leaned over to listen to the women talk.
"Garcia, you're crazy," Prentiss said. "He just called you 'fucking gorgeous' not half an hour ago. He does NOT find you unattractive."
Penelope sighed. "I want to believe that, but there are . . . signs. Subconscious signs."
"Signs?" Prentiss asked.
"Yeah," Penelope said. "Trust me on this one."
"Sorry, Garcia, you're going to have to give me some hard evidence."
"Oh, how I wish I could," she muttered.
Prentiss waited.
"Okay," Penelope said. "You know that problem that men have in the morning? The one where you're trying to sleep and something is poking you?"
Prentiss laughed. "Oh, yeah! That can be really annoying before 10AM."
"I don't have that problem anymore," Penelope whispered.
Prentiss' jaw dropped. "You're kidding! Morgan? The horndog?"
Penelope glared at Prentiss. "Thanks for reminding me!"
"No, no, sorry," Prentiss apologized. "I just don't understand!"
"Me either," Penelope said wryly.
"Hey!" Prentiss perked up. "Maybe it's not you! Maybe he's having some sort of . . . physical problem."
Derek's head jerked up. "Oh, HELL no!" he thought. "I'm putting a stop to this train right now."
Derek knocked briefly and strode into his wife's office, trying not to scowl at Prentiss.
"Hey, baby," he said, bending over to give his wife a lingering kiss. He glanced at Prentiss and jerked his head towards the door. "Can you give us a minute? And close the door when you leave?" he asked.
Prentiss grinned and stood up. "Sure, Morgan. Be good!" she said cheerfully as she left.
Penelope looked up at her husband. "What's up, hot stuff?"
"What, a man can't want to be alone with his beautiful wife?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.
Penelope smiled sadly. She remembered when closed doors and flirting led to passionate kisses and lovemaking, often wherever they happened to be. But, he didn't want her anymore, so she might as well get back to work. She turned back to her keyboard, saying "I just have a few more things to finish for Hotch, if you're ready to go."
Derek turned her chair back around to him and pulled her up into his arms. "I'm always ready to go for you," he whispered. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, His mouth was soft, but insistent. His tongue traced the crease of her lips, tickling slightly until she opened her mouth. He murmured a sound of appreciation and plundered her mouth.
Penelope melted into Derek. He hadn't kissed her like this in ages. She put her arms around his neck and pressed her body closer to his. He moved his hands down from her waist to cup her rear end. He tried to pull her against his hardened groin to show her that there was no "physical problem", but her baby bump got in the way.
"Damn it," he grunted against her mouth.
Penelope leaned her head back and giggled. "Problem, handsome?" she asked with a grin.
Derek looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust. "Nope, just need to make a small adjustment." He turned her around and sat down on a small side chair in her office. He pulled her forward so that she was straddling his legs, then tugged her down to sit on his lap. He hissed softly as she came in contact with his erection.
Penelope smirked as she wound her arms around Derek's neck. God, she had missed this! She didn't know what had gotten into her husband, but she hoped that it stayed. She leaned down and they kissed again. This time, she took control of the kiss, nipping and licking at his mouth. She rocked her hips against his and they both moaned.
The phone rang, distracting Penelope for a second. She would normally have jumped to answer it, but she didn't want to risk stopping Derek right now. Penelope looked toward the phone, trying to gather her senses and think. "Ignore it," Derek murmured, kissing her neck.
"Yeah," she breathed, pulling his head up for another kiss. She pressed their chests together, rubbing slightly to get some friction. Derek's hands went under her shirt and began to slide towards her breasts.
They were a little preoccupied and didn't hear the knock, so they were surprised when the door opened and Hotch walked in, saying "Garcia, did you get a chance to—" He froze when he looked up from the file he was reading to see Garcia sitting on Morgan's lap with his hands underneath her shirt.
"Oh! Boss Man!" Garcia cried, leaping up and rushing to the computer. Morgan swiftly turned his chair to the side so that his back was to the door and the bulge in his pants wasn't quite so obvious. Hotch blinked a few times, then continued speaking as if the last 10 seconds hadn't happened.
"Did you get a chance to run those names I asked for?" he said calmly.
"Yes, sir!" Garcia babbled. "I'm so sorry that I didn't send them earlier, I was busy with—"
"Thanks, but I really don't want to know what you were busy with," Hotch interrupted. "Can you send the information to me?"
"Yes sir! Right away, sir!" Garcia said brightly.
"Thank you. And maybe you two should go home," Hotch said pointedly.
Derek spun his chair back around, having gotten himself under control. He grinned widely and said, "Definitely."