And we have another chapter! This is like the fastest I have updated in a long time!

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If Only She Knew

They had watched 'Top Gun', after Morgan insisted they re-start from the beginning even though they could both practically recite the movie by now. Thay sat on her sofa, their bodies touching down opposite sides, both hoping that the other wouldn't notice their slightly accelerated heart beat or their slight shivers of pleasure when the other moved that little bit closer in order to reach the popcorn.

At a little past 2am Garcia had started to dose on his shoulder, and although reluctant to lose her warmth and the feelings it evoked in him, he felt he had to get her to go to bed, not wanting her to wake up uncomfortable because of him. He shook her shoulder slightly, managing to rouse her quickly.

"Morgan?" She asked in a voice that sounded thick with honey.
"Yeah Baby Girl?" He asked, worried.
"Hmmm.." she hummed into his shoulder before jolting up when realistaion dawned, he was actually there, this wasn't another of her fantasies. "Sorry, think I need a little more sleep."
"No problem here Sweetness, you can sleep on me whenever you want." Oh god did I just say that? Morgan cringed.
"Was that a propostion Mr Morgan?" She teased mercilessly and he stilled slightly, by God yes! yes it is! His brain screamed at him.
"Well, well Miss Garcia, don't we have dirty thoughts on the mind." He teased back, hoping to get the focus off of him, knowing that it was safe on her as she had Lynch.
"Hey, I can't help it that you're so dreamy Hot Stuff." She said, her voice displaying nothing but the usual teasing tone it held and he wished nothing more than for her to mean what she was saying. He coughed slightly to cover his pause as he tried to collect his thoughts and steer them away from the beautiful woman next to him.
"I should probably head, you seem like you could use some sleep. G'Night Baby Girl." He said as he hugged her once again before leaving.

Morgan awoke with a start to the pounding on his door.
"Coming!" He yeld, trying to shove on a pair of sweats on his way. Who the hell is here at this time? He wondered upon seeing that the clock read 4:30am, his mind quickly beginning to worry at the early hour meaning that something bad had happened.
"What's wrong?" He asked as he opened the door, before he gasped at the sight before him: Penelope Garcia in her cup cake pyjamas, the top only just encasing her breasts and the trousers slung low on her hips.
"Hey gorgeous, wanted to come and take you up on that proposition." She said with a classic Garcia cheshire cat grin, his heart rate accelerated dramatically, and he could practically feel the blood drain from his head to other parts of his anatomy that she had not been aquaintenced with...yet.
Next thing he knew she was pressed against him, her breath hot on his lips as she spoke again: "What's up Tiger? Cat got your tongue?" before her lips crashed on to his. It was electric; the feel of her warm lips pressed against his, her curvacious body pressing into his strong frame, forcing him further into the apartment. He could feel his erection growing with every passing second, the combination of her taste, touch and smell almost too much for him to handle at once. He snapped out of his temporary trance and kissed her back, his hands in her hair pulling her to him so that his tongue could explore her mouth depper.
"Nu-uh Handsome, you're not in charge here." She said in a sultry voice, before giving him a light shove, causing him to land on his sofa. When did we get in here? He wondered before she chased away all logical thoughts by sending a wicked grin his way as she brought her face down to his once more. "Do you want me Derek?" She asked, her face a picture of innocence - as if she had not just kissed him with such passion not a minute before.
"Yes." his voice came out strangled. She looked at him quizzically."Yes." He said again, this time a little louder and with more conviction. He shut his eyes, afraid of what she would say, of how she would reject him.

When he opened them again she wasn't there, in fact neither was he. He was back in his bed, his sheets a twisted mess and his body coated in a thin film of sweat. 'Oh man, I'm screwed' he thought to himself, he had just admitted to himself that he wanted Penelope Garcia, and he knew he couldn't do a thing about it.

He clambered put of bed and went for a shower. As he stood under the cool water, he let his thoughts drift back to his dream and he found himself getting hard in a second. He knew that this was going to be one long day if he couldn't get these thoughts of her out of his head.
He arrived at the BAU earlier than usual which didn't go unnoticed by Emily, who didn't have to be a profiler to know that something was eating at Derek Morgan. And she intended to find out what it was.

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Next Chapter: Garcia has another one of her Morgan fantasies, and maybe if I have time then Emily will be chatting to Morgan. If not next chap then that will definately be in the one after that, if you guys still want to read about it that is!