Sorry for the wait...do you not just hate it when you're off on exam leave and parents are not working that day and they don't leave you alone and you get absolutely no writing done ....I do :(
This was something I felt Garcia would do...not sure why and not sure if it really works, but you guys be the judge of that. I'm not overly happy with this chapter, but you will get more soon.
Disclaimer: I don't own CM.
As six o'clock drew ever closer Morgan couldn't help but smile and when he saw the familiar form of Penelope Garcia flit past the doors of the bullpen. He practically jumped out of his chair, grabbing his coat and phone, ready to go, leaving the room with a smile and a wave to those that were still there, still working.
Upon hearing the familiar footsteps behind her, Garcia turned on her heel and smiled at him, watching as his smile grew in proportion to hers.
"So, Hot Stuff, you ready for this?" She asked as he fell into step with her.
"I'm ready for anything you've got mamma." He replied, looking at her with that familiar intensity that told her that he wanted to kiss her, and badly. Her breath hitched for a second before she got herself back under control.
"Oh, I know you are Derek Morgan." She drawled and he had to restrain himself from kissing her right there and then. "Has that beautiful mind of yours managed to figure out where we're going then Profiler Man?" She teased.
"Nope, I'm stumped sweetness, you going to put me out of my misery and tell me?"
"Not just yet." She said with a sneaky smile as they entered the parking garage. "We only need one car sugar, do you mind driving?"
"No problem, but then you'll have to tell me where we're going." He said, hoping he'd caught her out.
"Not going to happen Handsome." She said, patting his cheek with her hand before retracting it suddenly as the urge to feel more of him grew. "I can give you directions as we go."
"You're torturing me here Baby Girl." He joked, alluding to both her secrecy of their plans and her outfit that she had changed from earlier. She was now sporting a red blouse with a deliciously deep neckline and a skirt that seemed the epitome of all things Garcia: flowing, vibrant and sexy.
"And you wouldn't have it any other way." She said with a grin and he conceded with a nod.
The car journey was an affair and a half, with Morgan trying at each turn to guess just where they were going, with absolutely no luck as Garcia chuckled at his attempts. She seemed pretty confident that he'd never guess what it was, and that made him want to get it right even more.
She was watching him as he drove, watching the concentration etched on his face as he tried to work out where she was taking them, as he followed her directions. She couldn't help but admire the beauty of the delicious man, wondering just what she did to deserve such a hottie. She could feel the tension in the car raise the further they drove and she knew that all she was going to want to do when they stopped was kiss the living daylights out of him. She tore her gaze from him and looked at the clock on the dash 6:15. They had fifteen minutes to be there. They'd make it, she thought to herself, and with a little time to spare.
They turned down a side street and she told him to pull over. He looked at her, puzzled, there was nothing in this street, no restaurants, no bars, not even a café.
"Where are we going baby?" He asked as he stopped before he turned the gas off and turned to her.
"Ah, well, you'll find out in a few minutes Handsome, there's something I got to do first." She said with a smile, leaning towards him slightly.
"And what might that be?" He questioned as her face drew closer to his and their lips met softly.
He groaned at the contact – he'd wanted to do this all day – and instantly deepened their kiss, his hands finding their way into her soft curls, pulling her to him. She hummed contentedly into his mouth as he did so, kissing him with all the tenderness in the world. Her hands were not content to stay on her lap, instead snaking their way up and across his chest, feeling the muscles under her fingertips before one curled itself around his neck, bringing him down to her, as her tongue found its way into his mouth. The second her tongue met his the passion erupted, their kisses became deeper, wetter, more urgent, their teeth clashing as their tongues and lips danced together. She began to pull away regretfully, moaning slightly as his teeth grazed her bottom lip as she pulled back. She opened her eyes and leant her forehead against his, seeing the just barely banked flames of passion in his eyes. When she spoke, her voice had a breathless quality to it:
"We need to go inside now sugar." There was a slight hint of regret in her voice.
"Yeah, just give me a minute." He said in a soft voice, needing a minute to calm his body, to try to subdue the fire that had begun to rage in his gut.
"No problem Hot Stuff. We have a little time." She said, turning round and into her seat once more, needing a moment herself to get her thoughts out of the gutter.
A moment later they were getting out the car and heading into a large building down the road, Morgan's arm slung easily around her shoulder as they walked the short distance.
"So, Baby, where are you taking me?" He asked, looking down at her with a smile.
"Handsome, will you just wait and see!" She said in mock exasperation, rolling her eyes at him.
She led him into a large building, and they were met by a sight he hadn't been expecting: Lots and lots of people, couples to be exact.
"What is this place?" He whispered in her ear and she shivered as she felt his warm breath hit her skin.
"Don't worry Hot Stuff, it's all above board, and it's a lot of fun." She said with a smile, leading him further into the hall, past most of the couples and into a side room
He was looking around, surveying the room and its occupants to try to work out what they were doing here when he saw the posters and flyers on a notice board, each and every one advertising some kind of dance class or other.
He groaned slightly at the realisation of where he was before looking down at Garcia with questioning eyes.
"Hey, don't judge yet sweet cheeks." She said, the mischief sparkling in her eyes.
They were in a smaller room now, one mirrored wall and the rest painted white. There was a tall, dark haired man at the front of the room, and Pen called out:
"Hey, Nick, I brought a … friend tonight." She said with a smile and he squeezed her shoulders slightly.
"Oh really, Penelope, and who would this be?" He asked, his back still to her. She waved away Morgan's questioning glance and spoke to this Nick character again:
"Nick," She said with a laugh. "Are you going to turn around?" He did, and Morgan noticed the strong features of the man before him before he broke into a massive grin.
"Why, Penelope Garcia, why didn't you tell me you were bringing the Derek Morgan?" He asked, laughing slightly at Pen's blush as Derek raised his eyebrow at her in question.
"Nice to meet you." Nick said, striding across the short distance and offering his hand to shake. "Pen, here has been talking about you since forever!" He said, chuckling and waving off Pen's attempts to explain.
"Nice to meet you." Morgan replied, taking the proffered hand. All the while wondering who this guy was and what they were doing here.
"So, Mr Morgan, are you ready for some Salsa?!" Nick asked, his obvious enthusiasm shining through. Morgan turned to look at Pen who was now smirking slightly at him.
"Salsa Baby Girl?" He asked, his face a mask of indifference before he grinned at her and added: "Well, it's certainly not something I've ever done for a date before." She smiled at his genuine response and relaxed a little, as long as he was up for it then her plan was going to work.
"Well, don't you two be getting up to too much mischief in my class." Nick threatened with a laugh upon seeing the charged look which passed between the two.
"When do I ever get up to no good?" Pen asked innocently. Both men just looked at her, and she couldn't help but smile.
When the other couples began entering the room, Pen took Morgan to the back of the room.
"You sure you're ok with this?" She asked, biting her bottom lip slightly, feeling a little stupid for suggesting it now.
He wanted to take the lip that was between her teeth in his own, and kiss her again, but with no need to leave, no interruptions. Damn, I need to go slow, for both of us. He thought to himself, nodding his head and adding:
"I think it'll be fun. I mean what more can I ask for, I get to spend the night dancing with you, but you have to promise me one thing." She nodded. "Don't laugh if I can't do it straight off."
"I can't promise you that one tiger, but I'll try." She said with a wicked grin.
The class was a great laugh at first, what with Morgan trying to learn the steps, while his mind was preoccupied by the very close proximity of the woman of his dreams. Garcia had been laughing at some of his attempts, but he really didn't mind, it must have been a sight for sore eyes.
As the lesson was nearing the end though, he managed to get the steps pretty much down, even adding his own Derek Morgan flair to it, and she was really enjoying his company and his dancing. The whole class was doing a full song now, no help from Nick, they had to remember all the moves. They were doing well, remembering all the steps, but then there was the more risqué moves that had them becoming a little distracted: Morgan's hand trailed up her outer thigh to her hip, her hands trailing up and down his back, his hands dangerously close to her breasts, their faces mere inches apart at times. As their eyes connected she realised that her plan was working on him, she could see the increasing flames in his eyes and she knew that soon enough they would be too high for him to bank them, and that was just what she wanted. She was fed up with fantasy Derek; she wanted the real thing.
They managed to get back on track after their slight distractions and by the time the song ended, they were both smiling and laughing, both trying to control themselves until they got back to the car at least. They said goodbye to Nick, who shouted after them as the left:
"You two lovebirds have fun practicing those moves tonight." He sing-songed, laughing at the look Pen drew him as they rounded the corner.
"I really enjoyed that." Morgan said surprised, before continuing more seriously, "You – Penelope Garcia – know how to make a man loose control." He said, grinning at her as she tried to play innocent.
"Really Handsome, I never even noticed." She said coyly, and he laughed that deep laugh that she loved so much.
"And I don't believe a word of it." He grinned at her, before turning her around and planting a kiss on her lips. Instantly she was kissing back, their lips caressing the others' with soft brushes before the pressure behind them increased and their lips crashed together as her back met the side of the car. He pinned her arms above her head, and she gasped when his tongue darted into her mouth, searching every nook and cranny before he pulled away slowly, looking her in the eyes.
"You are one cunning woman." He whispered before kissing her softly again, letting her go and heading to the driver's side. She smiled widely as she sat in her seat, turning to him with a smile.
"Where to now?" She asked, hoping he was not yet done with her tonight.
"How about we get us a movie? Bottle of wine and a good old film? What'd you think Sweetness?" He asked, starting up the car.
"That sounds like bliss." She said with a soft smile playing on her lips as she leaned back into her chair, watching Morgan out of the corner of her eye.
Half an hour later they were parked on Garcia's sofa, their wine glasses half full on the coffee table and the movie forgotten in favour of some kissing.
Her hands were snaking under his t-shirt, feeling the expanse of his chest, her mouth swallowing the moan of approval as she drew her nails down his sides slowly. She could feel the growing bulge in his pants and she was thrilled that she was doing that to him, that it was because of her that his breath was coming in short pants, not dissimilar to those from the phone call the other morning.
His left hand was in her hair, pulling her closer to him while the other was playing with the hem of her blouse.
"You need a hand there sugar?" She breathed against his lips, as they pulled apart for air. He shook his head before asking:
"Are you sure about this mamma?" In reply she placed her lips on his, silencing any further questions he had, and bringing him right back into the moment.
He responded immediately, and she felt the urgency of his kiss as his tongue traced her bottom lip, asking for entrance. Her mouth opened on a gasp as his hand snaked under her blouse, trailing fire as it went. His body pressed against hers, pushing her into the sofa cushions as his lips left hers and trailed down her neck. He breathed in the scent of her perfume as he kissed, licked and nipped his way down the soft column of her neck. He continued his trail of blazing kisses from her clavicle down the deep V-neck of her blouse, his lips caressing the tops of her breasts. She moaned at the contact and her hands pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. He wasted no time, his lips crashing back on to hers after his t-shirt was thrown to the floor.
She moaned into his mouth as his finger trailed across her belly as one hand un did the buttons of her blouse. She groaned in frustration: he was going too slowly. She moved her hands down to help him, but he stopped her.
"We have all night Baby Girl." He whispered into her ear as his lips left hers. She was about to protest when he finally reached the last button and peeled the blouse from her body, showing her lace clad breasts to him. She opened her eyes and chanced a look at him when she realised he had sat up a bit. She blushed at the intensity of his gaze: it was pure, unadultered lust with a hint of..was it love? This thought was wiped from her mind when he bent his head, kissing his way back down from her neck to her breasts where he began to suck on the soft flesh spilling out of the bra while his hands encouraged her to sit up a bit so that he could take of her bra.
When he did, she gasped as his lips met her already pert nipples, sucking and kissing before his tongue snaked out of his mouth and teased it further. She moved her hands from his back to his neck to keep him there, revelling in the feeling of his lips. He, however had other plans, instead moving to the other nipple and repeating the ministrations, this time grazing it with his teeth, drawing a long moan from between her parted lips:
"Mo-organ!"
He shivered at the sound, how could just his name sound so unbelieveably sexy coming out of her mouth?
He moved his lips back up to hers, kissing her full on the lips, pulling away just as she tried to deepen it, growling: "Beautiful." Their eyes connected and she saw that what he was saying was the truth, he honestly thought she was beautiful, he wanted her, he needed her. She smiled up at him, unabashed by her half-nakedness now that she saw the look in his eyes, before switching the power and forcing him backwards into the cushions, her hands trailing across his chest and down his stomach towards his zipper while her lips crashed against his.
Suddenly, she was no longer pushing him back, instead taking his hand and yanking him up. Unprepared for the sudden movement, he crashed into her body, his arms wrapping around her and his hands moving down her back towards her butt. A sense of deja vu flooded his senses as they manoevured thier way through her living room and into her bedroom all while their lips remained fused together. His hands squeezed her butt with a slight possesiveness and she gasped in surprise, opening her mouth to his. Her tongue then probed his mouth, caressing and dancing with his when he backed her into bedroom. She whirled them around and gave him a light shove. He fell spread-eagled on to her bed with slight surprize showing on his face. She smiled sinfully at him as her hands dropped to the waistline of her skirt and unzipped it slowly, loving the look in his eye as he watched it pool to the floor at her feet leaving her standing in front of him in only her red lacy panties.
"C'mere." He growled, pulling her in between his legs when she stepped close enough for him to reach. He placed a kiss between her breasts and she shivered, before he trailed kisses down, over her stomach, to the top edge of her panties. She gasped slightly as his hands moved under the lace and pushed them down to her knees, his face mere inches from her wetness as he shoved them down further before standing up himself and kissing her parted lips, his tongue delving into her mouth straight away.
"You've got too many clothes on Hot Stuff." She mummbled into his lips as her hands moved to his jeans, making quick work of the zipper and shoving them down. They were only at his knees when they fell on to the bed in a tangle of limbs. It didn't deter them, while her hands roamed over his chest and back, feeling every contour and his hands were in her hair, both were frantically trying to rid him of his jeans and then his boxers.
Her hand trailed slowly down his belly, tracing the small dart of hair towards his crotch, her fingers slowly circling his throbbing penis. He gasped into her mouth as she moved her hand slowly, stroking him. His eyes opened to see her watchimg his reaction, watching just what she was doing to him. He growled low in his throat as she smiled saucily at him before she turned them over so that she was on top, stradling him just above his hips. She leant down, trailing kisses up from his tight stomach muscles, over his chest and up his neck where her kisses became harder, more insistent. Soft moans escaped his mouth as her mouth scoped out his body and she was getting more and more turned on by every sound.
Their lips met once more when she brushed her lips over his softly before pulling back with a smile as he tried to kiss her again.
"Tease." He muttered, his voice coated in arousal. In reply she just smile, placing another kiss to his neck, just below his ear and feeling him shiver: she'd found one of Derek Morgan's sensitive spots. She catalogued it in her brain, reminding herself to use it to her advantage at some point in the near future.
Her head bent down to his again when she gasped in surprise as she was flipped over, lying on her back with him above her, her legs bent at the knees and Derek Morgan poised in between them. She could feel the anticipation building as his hands trailed patterns across her inner thighs, slowly making their way north. She fisted the sheet between her hands as he brushed over her clit, a slight gasp escaping from between her lips.
He began to touch her, feel how turned on she was, how much she wanted him. He grinned down at her predatorily as his name was drawn from her mouth as he continued to caress her, feeling her slickness as his skilled hands sent spasms of pleasure through her body.
"Morgan." She impeached, her voice softening slightly. He didn't need further encouragement, nudging her legs apart with his hips before looking up at her, seeing the passion and love he had for her reflected in her beautiful eyes. He beant forward, simultaneaously kissing her on the lips, swallowing her moan as he entered her.
They moved together, him moving forward with slow, deep strokes as her hips bucked towards his. His hands were on her hips, his thumbs tracing circles there as they pulled her towards him, aiding her own movements. They picked up pace, Morgan pulling away from her, bracing himself on his arms as he angled himself differently, hitting her in just teh right spot to have his name wrenched from his lips as her orgasm peaked higher.
She arched her back as he moived again, lving every sensation his was producing, every reaction he was drawing from her. A sheen of sweat broke out on their skin as they moved faster, harder, both trying to get as much as they could while giving the other everything they had, everything they could give. When his index finger brushed over her clit she was gone, the pleasure too much to keep at bay any longer and she came, his name the only thing her lips could form over and over as he continued to thrust inside her, prolonging her orgasm before he reached his own, erupting inside her with a long groan of her name before collapsing down on top of her. Their chests were both rising and falling rapidly as they tried to slow their heart rate and breathing.
When he had his breathing under control, he propped himself up of his elbows, placed a light kiss to her lips and then rolled off of her. She pouted at the lost contact while her brain tried to form enough coherent thoughts so that she could form a sentence.
"Baby." He said softly, pulling her towards him.
She rested her head on his broad chest before pulling the throw that had been laying across the bottom of the bed up and over them.
"You, Hot Stuff, are better than a fantasy." She said with a grin, her nails grazing over his chest.
"You've fantasised abotu me, baby?" He asked, amused, wondering just how often she'd been dreaming of him when he'd been dreaming of her.
"How could I not Handsome?" She teased with a smile, placing a soft kiss to his chest before leaning up and pressing one to his lips. He growled low in his throat, his groin stirring slightly as she kissed him once more.
They weren't getting out of this bed anytime soon.
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Do you guys think I should keep writing more of this one or start something else? Your opinions would be greatly appreciated.
