Never Do Without You

Morgan and Garcia

Chapter Two

May 2009

Derek had been exhausted earlier in the evening. Sexually frustrated as hell. Sick of himself and his life.

It had been an hour since he came home and he was feeling fantastic. He had more than gotten his second wind for the night. Adrenaline coursed hot and heavy through his veins now.

Sitting across from Penelope at his kitchen table, they smiled and joked as they feasted on the dinner of pork chops with sweet and sour cherry sauce and grilled vegetables that she had cooked for them.

They had opened a bottle of wine and it was just about empty now. He felt warm, relaxed and good. Better than good. Better than he had in a long ass time.

Penelope was why. Beautiful, funny, cool, sweet and the most comforting person for Derek in the whole world. He had a thing for her from the start. Just a small crush at first. Fast forward six years and he had no clue what they might ever end up being to each other but he knew one thing.

His crush had never died. It would never die. This crush of his had only grown more and more massive as the days turned to months and then years. And tonight was stoking the flames of his already hot burning fire for her only higher.

Derek grinned deeply as he refilled his wine glass. "You know you're spending the night tonight, right?"

"Sug, say that again slowly so I can savor the feeling of taking in those words." Penelope closed her eyes and put a dreamy look on her face.

Derek laughed. Then he dropped his voice and really played it up for her. "You know you're staying with me all night long tonight, don't ya, darling?"

She nibbled her bottom lip and then moaned a little. That sound went straight to Derek's groan. He shifted in his seat and chuckled a little before saying "You've had too much to drink to drive."

Penelope opened her eyes. "Shoot. Count on you to be a gentleman. And here I was sure you were intent to keep me here to ravish me till sunrise."

"If I ravished you it would be till sunset two days from now. And I'd only stop then so you could get some rest before we gotta go back to work the next morning."

She threw her head back and let out a hearty sigh. "Oh, please do! That sounds like a once in a lifetime, not to be missed experience." Looking at him again her eyes held his and she said "You don't want to let me turn into the woman that got away, do you, honey?"

That was the last thing he wanted.

Penelope's eyes twinkled with lust and mischief. It was impossible to look away from her. Derek leaned across the table. His hand covered hers. "What gave you the idea I'd let you get away from me ever? Ever heard of biding your time?"

He heard her take in a hitched breath. She licked at her pink painted lips. That night she had on a long pearl necklace that was looped several times around her neck and long earrings. Derek longed to reach out and finger both pieces of jewelry, and then let his mouth follow the path his fingers first took. Sucking on her pretty earlobes, sucking on those gorgeous titties.

Yes, he would like that very much.

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Penelope would love to get up, walk around the table, push Derek's chair back a little and straddle his lap. Feel his dick come to life and get hard under her warm, aching center. Crash her mouth against his, put his hands on her ass, and set it off up in here.

She was a little tipsy, a lot lonely, and he was her favorite fantasy ever. Not to mention someone she loved, liked and respected.

But right now she wasn't having lovey dovey feelings for him. She was having fuck me hard and fast kind of thoughts about her best buddy. So terribly inappropriate.

She let her eyes dropped and leaned back in her seat. Switching the way her legs were crossed she re-settled in her seat.

Derek stood up, picked up their plates, walked to the trash and dumped what was left, then set the plates in the sink. "Sweetness, lets move to the other room."

Penelope smiled sweetly as she stood up. She was nicely buzzed from the wine but not drunk. "Do we really need a bed? I thought you were adventurous."

Derek chuckled. "One day you're gonna find out just how right on the money you really are." He reached out his hand to her. "Come on, pretty girl."

She slipped her hand into his and he lead her to his living room. They settled on the couch. All during dinner soft, soulful jazz tunes had been playing and it still filled the house.

"Thank you, Penelope, for a fantastic dinner."

"Its been too long since we've hung out, don't you think? Time is really starting to get away from us. I don't know where the days are going but they're flying by faster and faster, it seems."

"Yeah," he said, his voice a little weary.

"And the cases somehow grow more and more grim. If I never see Canada again it will be too soon for me still."

"I'm right there with you, sweetheart. That really got to me."

"I could tell."

"To top it off you had to see that unsub murdered. I hate when this job puts you through stuff."

"I can't always be protected back in my lair."

"You should be."

"I worry about you, baby. You're on the front lines. The things you see are so much worse than I have to."

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Her genuine sweetness and caring nature touched his heart.

Derek told Penelope "Just knowing that you care about me makes what I go through on this job a hell of a lot more bearable. I don't remember how I did this job before you came along. I don't remember..." Suddenly he knew he was going to kiss her. It hit him and he didn't stop to think about it. Instead he let his desire run rampant. "I don't remember anything before you."

His mouth brushed hers, gently and softly, begging for a response. Raising his hands he tenderly cupped her face. Having his lips pressed against hers set off a chain reaction of pure sexual fire shooting through his body. When she tentatively responded to his kisses, and pressed against him a little, he let out a possessive growl.

Yes, this is what he wanted.

Penelope to want him back. Penelope to kiss him back. Penelope to wrap her arms around his neck, arch her breasts against his chest, let out breathy, sexy whimpers like he had never heard her let out before. This is what he needed tonight. This is what would make the pain fade into just memories instead of holding his conscious hostage. She would fix everything. She always fixed everything.

Penelope was a miracle worker. Her kisses had him out of his head. The rest of the world was forgotten. He wanted to have this place always to go to and escape. But he only had it right now. So he couldn't let this end. He had to stay in this hazy, perfect, sensual fog with her as long as he could.

No, he did not want to stop. Pull back. Think twice. Apologize. Or send her home in a cab. He wanted to rip her clothes off and suck, lick and taste every inch of her sweet smelling, curvy, thick body. The body that he had wanted for so many damn days and night.

Too many. Tonight he would have her.