Penelope stretched languorously in the morning sun. She hadn't woken up this way in a long time - deliriously happy, a little bit sore, and very satisfied. She smiled as she remembered the events of the night before.
Penelope and Derek walked down the hall towards the elevator, Penelope fussing at Derek, "I can't believe that Hotch walked in on us! I'm so embarrassed!"
Derek grinned. "Just think about how embarrassing it would have been if he'd walked in five minutes later."
Penelope stopped short in horror. "Oh, God!" she whispered. She glared at Derek and smacked him on the arm.
Derek laughed as they got on the the elevator. "Sorry, baby, I forgot to lock the door. I was so desperate to get to you, I couldn't think. It had been too long."
"Well, whose fault was that?" Penelope teased, a little reprovingly.
Derek froze. He turned to Penelope and gathered her into his arms. "It was absolutely my fault, and I am so, so sorry," he said earnestly.
Penelope looked into his eyes and saw the pain and the love there. She couldn't speak, she just caressed his cheek. They were standing that way when the doors opened. A throat cleared and drew them out of their reverie. They grinned sheepishly and exited the elevator hand in hand.
They got into the car and drove home, still holding hands. Every so often, Derek would bring their joined hands to his lips and kiss her hand softly. When they arrived at the house, he jumped out and hurried around to open her door as always. Only tonight, when helping her out of the car, his hands lingered on her body and he leaned in to kiss her gently.
"Mmmmm," Penelope sighed.
"Let's go inside," Derek whispered.
They walked into the house, dropping their bags on the floor in the hallway. Derek went into the kitchen and said "What do want for dinner, baby girl?"
Penelope leaned on the door frame and asked "Are you on the menu?"
Derek walked over and gave her a lingering kiss. "I'm dessert."
He turned around and began pulling chicken and vegetables out of the refrigerator. Penelope walked up behind him, wound her arms around him and began to lick his neck. "Can we skip dinner and go straight to dessert?"
"Baby," he breathed.
"Hmmm?" Penelope murmured, hands wandering to his waistband and unfastening his belt.
He reached down and covered her hands with his, stopping her progress.
"Oh, okay," she said sadly, stepping back and dropping her hands.
"Oh, no, sweetness," Derek said, turning to her. "Do not think for a second that I don't want you right now, and haven't wanted you all of these months" He picked up her hand and placed it on his groin. "This is all for you, but my kid and my wife need some dinner before we burn a lot more calories."
Penelope smiled tremulously.
Derek pulled her into his arms and laid a kiss on her that she felt to her toes. "You have no idea what I am going to do to you tonight," he growled. "But, you are going to have a nice, healthy dinner first."
And, oh, what he had done to her! He had touched, kissed, and/or licked every single solitary inch of her - twice. She'd lost track of how many orgasms that she'd had; the whole time he was alternating between apologizing for neglecting her and telling her how beautiful she is, was, and always would be.
God, it had been glorious! It might have been the best sex that she had ever had, except that he wouldn't let her touch him. His hands and mouth were magic, but every time that she tried to draw him to her or give him pleasure, he pulled away, saying "Tonight is for you."
She finally had to turn the tables on him. At one point, she managed to shove him onto his back and straddle him. When he laughed and tried to move her, she faked him out by clutching her stomach and gasping, "Ooh! The baby!" He was distracted and she used the opportunity to sink down on him, and there was no return at that point.
Now, it was morning, and she was completely satiated, or so she thought until she felt her husband spooning her and an oh-so-welcome poke from behind.