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They were only just in the car, the door just shutting behind Penelope as she clicked her seat belt into the buckle when the two turned to her with matching grins on their faces:
"So, what'd you two get up to outside?" JJ asked turning around in her seat as Emily pulled them out of the lot.
"No-thing." Garcia said, but the groin on her face combined with the sparkle in her eye told them otherwise.
"Yeah, and we're supposed to believe that? You were practically having sex with your clothes on on the dance-floor." Emily said in all seriousness before the three looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Emily Prentiss. You did not just say that?!" Garcia asked between laughs.
"I believe she did." JJ said with a grin, both of them watching as Emily blushed slightly.
"Hey, this impromptu Girls' Night is not for you guys to laugh at me, it's all about you Pen." Emily reminded with a glance in the mirror at Pen's face. "Nice try though."
"It was worth a shot." Garcia said with a grin, while inside was screaming: 'We KISSED, we kissed!' in an almost sing-song voice.
"Yeah Garcia, you are not going to be deflecting tonight." JJ said seriously turning and training her gaze back to Garcia, seeing the sparkle in her friend's eyes. " What happened? I can tell you are just bursting to tell us." JJ smiled as Garcia's face was lit up with a 100-watt smile.
"Oh, you squeezed it out of me!" Garcia joked with a smile. "He kissed me." She continued, the grin on her face becoming slightly goofy. The two turned to her with just as large smiles as they pulled into Emily's parking spot and gave her a look as if to say: 'And?'
"Details, Pen, we want details!" JJ said, her voice full of excitement.
"Electricity." She said, "He's a good kisser."
"Come on, what else? What else? So what's going on?"
At that Garcia faltered slightly, the grin falling a little. "I…don't…know." Her brow furrowed in worry. "But we have plenty of time to talk, and do some more other things." She said, laughing slightly as JJ and Emily looked at her with slightly shocked expressions before they remembered they were with Garcia and they really should know by now not to suspect anything else.
"You really like him don't you?" They asked as they went into Emily's apartment after noticing the slight worry that overtook her for a minute.
"Yeah." She whispered softly, looking down at her hands as she played with the rings on her fingers.
JJ and Emily exchanged a knowing look: 'She didn't just like him, she loved him.' and she had finally admitted it to herself.
"So, details, Miss Garcia, details." Emily coaxed, flinging herself down on her sofa next to Garcia.
"Weelll…" She began before the damn broke and she found herself telling them everything, every little detail. From the way his eyes grew dark with intent, to the feel of his lips on hers to the delicious smell of his cologne as it surrounded her. The girls sat and listened in rapt attention as their friend poured her heart out about the one thing she had been dreaming about for a long time. They smiled at her encouragingly when she had finished her commentary.
"What should I do guys?" She asked them and they could hear the familiar hint of insecurity that entered her voice just like every other woman who had ever been in this kind of situation before.
"Well, first you should answer you phone." JJ said, indicating the flashing and vibrating piece of colourful technology that was Penelope Garcia's phone. They all knew who it was going to be, after all they hadn't phoned him when they got to Emily's as they had promised.
"Hey Hot Stuff." She greeted as she flipped open the phone and put it to her ear. The other two got up and went to the kitchen to give her a little privacy. They'd get the details after they hung up anyways.
"Hey Baby Girl. You girls get home ok then? You were starting to worry me." Came Morgan's deep voice over the line and she almost went weak at the knees remembering how his breathless voice had sounded next to her ear not even half an hour ago.
"Yeah we did Honey Bun, but now I'm getting a grilling BAU style." She said with a laugh and he smiled at the familiar and so very amazing sound.
"Oh yeah, well I'm sure I could get out the old hand cuffs and show you what we really do to suspects." He drawled cheekily.
"Derek Morgan, did you just proposition me?" She asked, her voice cloaked in fake shock and offence.
"Why, Penelope Garcia, I believe I did." The way he dragged out her full name in that oh so gorgeous voice of his had her blushing slightly as she let herself fall to the sofa. She didn't want her knees giving way and her ending up on the floor from just the sound of his voice…that would just be too embarrassing.
"Well, I'll just have to hold you to that offer then, won't I?" she teased right back with a smile as she heard his breathing deepen a little bit.
"You, Baby Girl, are going to be the death of me." He said, his voice laced with passion that she could hear and her heart rate sped up so thst she was convinced he must be able to hear it on the other end of the phone.
"And we wouldn't want that now, would we Handsome?" She teased, her voice going slightly huskier as her mind conjured up images from her previous dreams of the man she was talking to.
"Penelope Garcia, are you trying to distract me from the fact that you forgot to call?" He asked suddenly, breaking her from her momentary reviree.
"Never." She said with a smile which he could hear in her voice, her sinfully sexy voice that was doing things to him that he didn't think wise for her to know about just yet.
"Tell JJ and Emily, who I'm sure will be listening from somewhere, that they better not give my Baby Girl too much of a hard time." He said with a grin, imagining Emily and JJ with ears pressed to one of the doors trying to hear Pen's side of the conversation.
"Don't worry my Chocolate Adonis, I have it all under control." She said, her voice crawing out every syllable so that it sounded like perfection to his ears.
"I'm sure you do Baby Girl." He said with the smile evident in his voice. "I'd better let you get back to those two before they kill me for talking to you all night." He said, the smile disappearing from his voice.
"Sure thing Hot Stuff, hope you're not too lonely tonight." She said with a grin developing on her face as she heard the ragged breath he exhaled before she hung up.
"Penelope Garcia! Were you trying to kill the man?!" Emily asked with a smile as her and JJ came back into the room.
"Nope, just leave him thinking about me. Don't want him dancing with some hot blonde now that we're gone." She said with a slightly evil smirk. JJ and Emily just turned to her, their faces serious:
"He wouldn't do that Pen, he likes you." Emily said seriously. "Trust us, we've all been waiting for you two to finally realise that you were both in love with each other."
"In love?" Garcia squeeked, she hadn't even admitted that fully to herself, and here her best friends were talking about it as if it was as blatant as a neon sign on the Las Vegas Strip.
"Yeah, Pen, we all see how you both look at each other, how you act. It's right there, always was you two were both just too blind to notice."
"I love him." She said softly before repeating it, louder this time and she felt a weight lift off of her chest. She felt strangely liberated and she had an almost unbearable urge to flee from here and tell him the revelation she had just made. However, she knew that that would be too much too quickly, I mean they had only just kissed, and that had been a big step, saying 'I love you' was huge, too huge and she knew that she wasn't ready for that step yet, even if she did know that that was how she felt.
Emily and JJ watched her deep in thought and realised that they were going to have to distract her with something, and so they decided to put on a film - Dirty Dancing, you couldn't get much better than that.
Although occupied by the film and the great banter and conversation JJ and Emily always brought with them, Garcia's mind still strayed to Morgan - a lot. She kept remembering how his lips felt on hers, how his body had felt warm and hard and pressed up against hers, how his hot breath had tickled her throat as she spoke in her ear, and how is strong hands had pulled her to him. He was ingrained in her brain, in her every sense and she knew that she never wanted anyone else.
Penelope was not the only one who had gotten an interrogation of sorts, Morgan had also got a 'talking to' from Hotch and Rossi who gave him the spiel about not hurting her and not wrecking it, about going slow and it better be forever. He sat comfortably, not intimidated by his friends' partial threats, he knew that he loved her and that if she would let him he was going to prove it to her and keep on proving it to her for as long as she'd allow, he just had to take it slowly at first so that he (or she) wouldn't freak out. Reid on the other hand was enjoying taking the piss out of Morgan for not realising his feelings sooner, and for (for once) noticing something to do with feelings after Reid himself had.
After about twenty minutes of this 'interrogation' Morgan had headed home and phoned Garcia who had not phoned him to say that they had made it home safely.
After their conversation he went into a cold shower to calm his body. Her voice could do things to him that it should not be possible for it to do. It was just so Garcia and she had a way with words and a way of stringing out the words that he was sure must be illegal.
He crawled into his bed after his cold shower and tried to think about everything other than the woman that he knew he would never let go. As long as she let him hold on.
His head had only just hit the pillow when he heard the familiar sinfull voice reach his ears:
"Do you still want to kiss me my love?" Came none other than Garcia's voice in his ear.
He sat up quickly to find her kneeling to the side of him on the bed in nothing but his robe and he could already feel the beginnings of his erection. He tried to reply but his mouth was dry and she leant forward, her face mere inches from his, her breath warm on his face as her red lips made there way to his ear: "Do you want me?" Her voice asked, her lips brushing his ear lobe and he moaned at the closeness of their bodies as her breasts peeked out the neckline of the robe as she leant foreward.
She trailed her lips from his ear down the side of his neck and then licked and sucked her way back up to his jaw, illiciting deep moans of approval from his throat. And when her lips brushed his he pulled her to him, falling back on to the bed with her held firmly on top of him, one hand in her hair and the other on her lower back while hers pulled him to her, as if trying to stay as close as she could.
Then, suddenly, they were back outside the bar, the cool night air hitting their skin as he pushed her against the wall...then back on the bed, him looking down at the deliciously voluptuous form below him as his hands fumbled for the cord around her waist so that he could bare her to him. His hand found the knot and as he began to work it free he leant down and kissed her full on the mouth again, strong and passionate as his other hand skimmed her breast, feeling the thrumming of his pulse in his ears he let the now undone cord fall to the side. His hand was snaking under the material to open it when her hands grabbed his. He looked up at the sudden change in her manner and their eyes connected...
"You're going to have to wait for the real thing Hot Stuff." She said with a wink and a smile before she disappeared from underneath him and his eyes sprung open to see nothing but his pillows below his face.
He groaned in frustration when he felt his erection still stirring and hauled himself awkwardly out of bed to go for yet another cold shower, hoping that maybe the next time he fell asleep he would not dream of the many, many things he wanted to do to his Baby Girl...actually he was quite happy to continue to dream about her, as long as he would be able to get, as his latest fantasy had said: 'the real thing' at some point in the future then he could endure the cold showers. The fantasies, in his opinion, were definately worth some blue lips.
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Next Up: They have another wee chat on the phone and then, hopefully, a date...of sorts.
