Ok, so this is up a lot sooner than I expected, but hey, early is soo much better than late! :) Hope you like this one, not sure if it works quite as well, but you be the judge of that. It's horter than the first one.

Chocolate Thunder

Garcia was watching 'Top Gun', enjoying the small respite between cases. She was just back from the bar, and the image of one Derek Morgan - her Chocolate Adonis, well she probably shouldn't still think that now that she was with Kevin, but still - dancing like he was born to do it: his body moving languidly as he used the Morgan charm that she knew so well to charm the beautiful women that surrounded him. The whole time she had spent at the bar she was just so glad that they were all safe and well, that her family and her Hero came back to her.

She was mindlessly staring at the screen, no longer paying attention, her mind wandering to thoughts of that she knew she shouldn't be having. It was then that she heard someone behind her. Surprizingly she wasn't frightened, she felt a frisson of electricity jolt through her as she recognised the familiar foot falls and the sound of his breathing.

"I wanted to dance with you all night." Came his strong voice from behind her. She tried to turn around to look at him but couldn't - she was rooted to the spot. "I could see you watching me, and I wanted nothing more than for you to come and dance with me...you would have got rid of them all in a flash."

"Why do you tease me Pen-e-lo-pe?" He strung out her name long and low and she almost purred at the sound. "Why don't you let me dance with you? Touch you? Kiss you? Taste you? Why don't you let me tell you how much I want you and breath sweet nothings in your ear?"

She felt him move closer to her and her breath hitched when she felt his warm breath on her ear as he spoke again: "You know you're gorgeous Baby Girl? You don't know what you do to me...what you make me want to do to you...you have the most amazing smile, it melts my heart Sweetness, and God do you know how to drive a man crazy with that wicked tongue and sharp comabacks...more than once I;ve thought about silencng you with a kiss, what would you do if I did that? Huh?" he asked, his gaze piercing into her soul.

Her heart sped up at his words, she wanted nothing more than for him to tell her, no show her, what he wanted to do to her. God she'd give almost anything for it. He suddenly took a step back and she felt cold at the loss of contact, but she shivered - this time out of pure pleasure - as he came around in front of her. He had on only a pair of dark denim jeans, the outline of his hardening member visible from the straining, the taut muscles of his chest and abs rippling as he walked towards her, his eyes locked with hers.

"I wanted to dance with you, to feel your body pressed up against mine as you let go, as you moved those lushious curves to the music. God woman, do you see what you do to me?" He said, his breath punctuated with a groan. Her heart was pounding so fast and hard against her chest she felt as if it was going to pop out her chest at any minute, so when he came closer still, his face a mere breath away from hers, she held her breath, trying to slow down the beating which she was sure he could hear.

"Do you want me as much as I want you?" He asked, and she could feel his breath on her lips. Her lips parted ever so slightly as she tried to answer before his lips moved forward that little bit further, jut about to bridge the gap--

RING! RING! RING! - the shrill sound of the doorbell broke her from the dream.

"Garcia! Baby Girl! Open up! You ok? You left the bar pretty quick?" She was jolted awake by the voice of the man she had been about to kiss. She groaned and tried to shake the images from her mind as she made her way to the door, knowing that the all-knowing-profiler that he was would spot something was off in a second if she looked like she wanted to jump him. Man, why did he have to be so hot? She wondered as she opened the door to see her Chocolate God of Thunder in the very same jeans he had on in her mind, but with a t-shirt too of course, not that it made him look any less sexy. 'Oh man, I need to get a grip. It was just a dream, it's never going to happen anyways.' she told herself sternly, while allowing herself to be enveloped into a classic Derek Morgan bear hug as he kissed her temple tenderly. If he kept doing that well, she didn't know if she could be held accountable for her actions.

Love? Like? No comment? Meh? Terrible? What's the verdict?