I think i should change the rating to M for this scene- not sure. beware & I don't own anything.

Present Day

Thank god, this was the last day she had to commute to Philadelphia, Penelope thought. This week had been extremely rough, telling her BAU family about their marital problems, a hard therapy session, and end of semester wrap up (handing in grades, sending off the seniors, and graduation ceremony). She was glad this event was the last thing she had to do. Starting tomorrow, she was going get-up drop the kids off and return to bed – sleeping in sort of was so appealing she thought. As she put the wine bottles on the cart, she said to Stella.

"And that my friend is how you throw an end of semester party," Penelope said as she raised her glass for a toast.

After they clinked glasses, Stella said "Next year, the clean up crew shouldn't be us."

They continued cleaning up and reminiscing about the academic year.

"Can you believe the semester is over?" she asked him as she put the empty wine bottles on the caterer's cart.

"I know it seemed to just fly by," he said as he lit up what looked like half a joint.

"Stella, my husband works for the FBI—and your going to—"

"They aren't looking for us—they're looking for psychopaths. Don't tell me you never," he said gesturing towards the joint.

"I grew up in Southern California, so yes—but not since—I can't even remember."

"Get on the horse," he said passing.

She took one puff and another, then passed it back.

"Maybe next spring semester we can ask one of our department heads to host the party in their house. Since the class is so popular," Stella pondered.

"When I was in college I loved going to my professors house for dinner. It seemed so grown-up you know."

"Look what I found he said point to a half bottle of champagne."

"Is it sad that this is the most fun. I've had in months—maybe I'm a through and through academic?"

"You're too eccentric to be a through and through academic—you're more like a breath of fresh air."

"Let's toast to fresh air," he said said as he leaned on the huge bay window.

She joined him at the window and sat on the bench.

"Let's Toast to us being an awesome duo," she said giving him a tipsy smile.

He groaned "that smile must break hearts around the world" he said as he sat by her. As she bit her bottom lip, she clinked glasses with him.

"I feel like the bubbles in champagne release some type of gas that heightens the effect of alcohol already in the system—I wish Reid was here to tell us what it is."

"Actually Garcia, the champagne grapes are from the Loire section of France that grow poppy seeds," Stella said doing his best Reid impersonation.

"ohmigod, you are spot on Stella."

"What are your plans for the summer," he asked as he refilled their glasses.

"I teach a hacking course at the FBI this August and a bit of consulting. Uhm, take the kids on a few day trips, and yoga of course – what about you?

"Heading home to visit my family in a few weeks and then teaching a summer course to the pre-frosh class, and I have to get published this summer so—I have to work on that—can't be old and stuffy."

"You aren't old and stuffy—I'm sure the women in the park would use other adjectives to describe you."

"what women?" he asked.

"We've been friends for how long?"

"Since you started here."

"And you don't notice the women who stalk you at the park and farmers market—they push Beth and I out of the way to get to you all the time—especially at the Bread Alone Stand – I can't believe you've never noticed"

He shrugged

"That's why your single, Plato—you have to get out of your head and notice the flowers."

"There is only— never mind," he said as looked at her with such passion and desire in his eyes that it unnerved her. She shouldn't be here, she thought.

"I am going to grab my sensible shoes from my office and we can head to the train," she said as she rose. He nodded. He wish he knew what it meant when she bit her lip—it was sexy as all hell, he thought. He fell for her on the moment she spilled hot coffee on him. He was taken by her beauty and color. She used to be so bright and beaming. He knew she was married but that never stopped him from wishin and hopin, he thought as she walked out of the room holding her heels.

Ten minutes passed and he decided to walk to her office. He saw looking for her shoes in her lower cabinet draw. He saw her stockings being held in place with a purple garter belt and he immediate became aroused. The first time he saw that she wore old fashion stockings was at a meeting a few years ago. She crossed her leg, he saw the clip holding it in place, and from that moment on, he always fantasied about taking them off with his teeth. As he cleared his throat, she jumped up and hit her head on a book a shelf.

"Ow," she said as he entered and closed the door behind him. "You shouldn't sneak up on someone like that," she said with a pout.

"Let me see," he said as he felt her head for a bump.

She could smell his cologne which smelt like cotton and wood, or was it linen and wood. The smell was different—she was so used to Derek's woodsy cologne that she never notice another man's scent until today—Stella smelled like a sweeter or crisp version of Derek.

"I'm fine," she said but he stood closer to her. She stood up from the credenza and looked up at him and said, "Really I'm fine." When she looked into his eyes, she saw the heat that made her feel uncomfortably aroused and curious. He bent down and kissed her. He kissed her in such a hungry way that she gasped slightly when he pulled her closer to him. His tongue was exploring her mouth as she answered the kiss. Her tongue trailed his bottom lip as he ran is fingers through her hair and drawing her closer. As a moan escaped her lips, she pressed her body against his, while holding the credenza tightly. Everything happened so fast, he was nibbling her neck; his hands took turns touching her covered flesh—her thighs, stomach, back. She gripped the credenza as tight as she could, but when the need to touch him overwhelmed her, she let go. She took his face in her hands and kissed him slowly and passionately. She pressed herself against his heat and became instantly wet. Touching him sent tingles and sparks through out her body. She began to kiss his jaw line and neck as he inched her skirt to her hips. His fingers moved her wet panties to the side and found her hot wet center. She gasped—with guilt and pleasure. He gently massaged her clit, which was firm and wet. The gentle circular motion became the pace of her breathing. She had her head on his shoulder looking at his hand as they touched her more intimately. When he add his thumb to the massage she gasped and threw her head back as she bit her lip to hold back her moans. When he saw her biting her lip – he knew he wanted all of her. He did not want her to hold back anymore. His lips descended on to hers and she released the moans into his mouth. As she spread her legs more, she realized how weird it was for a man not Derek to touch her there. It felt good; as he caressed her clit his long lingering wet kisses made her stop thinking as she gripped his neck. As the moans escaped her mouth rhythmically she knew wanted him inside her—she opened up his belt and pants, he was standing at attention and throbbing in her hand. At that moment, she knew this was wrong. Reason hit her like a cold shower

"I'm sorry—I can't Stella," she said waking up to her florescent-lit reality. "We had too much to drink and we will regret this tomorrow."

"Penelope, I want you," he whispered as he kissed her neck.

"I'm not ready for this," she said as he raised his head from her neck.

"Ok," he said as he reached for his belt. "I don't want to..."

"Stella, I don't know what is going on with me – I'm married," she started to cry, "I'm married and I have a family. No matter what the state of my marriage is I shouldn't - I don't mean to lead you on."

"Hey – Hey," he said "no tears. I care a lot about you. I know you and Derek are separated. I should have known that you weren't ready for this." He raised her head to make eye contact, "But I do want you." He ran his fingers through his hair, "I should have approached it differently, like dinner and a movie. Or something like that. I want you—I think I always have but I will go at your pace."

"I don't know what pace that is." She said, as he wiped away her tears.

"I mean we are sending the kids to Fran so we can work on our marriage and it feels wrong – it is wrong to date, when we are supposed to reconnect."

"Penelope, I know we never talk about what goes on at home but I- You are an amazing woman and should never feel less than or lacking. If you were mine, I would spend each day showing you how important you are to me." He said stroking her cheek; he kissed her again, "Let me show you"

She looked at him "I –"

"Just one date, Penelope,"

"I need to think about it, Stella"

He smiled.

"I didn't say yes"

"But you didn't say no"

I finally know what you guys mean when you say the muse is gone. I'm going to power through and post what I have up but my love for this story is vamanos. I loved writing Love makes things happen (it kinda wrote itself) but this one is so blah for me. Maybe I can't stand them being apart either (lol).