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New bar story addition, this time from Penelope's POV. We'll have Hotch's after this, then an epilogue. Thank you very much to all who have read, reviewed, followed, and favorited the story. It means a lot to me!

Caution: Rated M.

"Excuse me, everyone!"

Penelope was shocked when she heard Derek Morgan's voice break out over the microphone. She halted in the middle of carrying an empty pitcher back to the bar as soon as his voice rang out through the bar. Her mouth fell open. She could only imagine what he was doing up at the microphone. After an evening of watching Derek strut around with the girl whose name he'd messed up, she was more than ready to get his hands up her skirt. The Savannah girl could look, but at the end of the night it was Penelope who Derek wanted.

Whatever he was doing that required he get the attention of all the customers had to have something to do with their little game. He wouldn't draw this much attention to himself unless it was important.

"So, I've never done this shit before," he began, flashing everyone his million dollar grin. His teeth were sparkling, blinding Penelope even from halfway across the room.

A woman who was drunk off her ass leapt to her feet and threw her arms in her air, screaming, "Take off your shirt, handsome!"

Take off your shirt, bitch, so I can use it to strangle you, Penelope screamed in her head at the screaming woman when Derek threw his head back and laughed. She crossed her arms over her chest to watch the spectacle of Derek at the karaoke microphone.

"Like I was saying, I've never done this shit before," Derek went on, pointing at the crowd of people who were gathered around to see their favorite bartender at the mic. "But I'm doing this shit now, because there's a very important lady in my life right now. And I wanted to do something way out of my comfort zone and sing her a little something." He grinned as he nodded to Spencer Reid at the controls. The sounds of Lifehouse's "Falling In" started playing, and cheers erupted from drunken bar goers.

At first, warm tingles broke out all over Penelope's skin. Waves of pleasure swept through her in that moment because Derek was about to sing to her for all the bar to hear. She was the one who had introduced him to the song that he was about to sing for her.

But then she noticed something that caused her gut to drop. He wasn't looking in her direction at all. His eyes were focussed on the bar, and Savannah who was sitting there. She was blushing prettily into her hands. Most of the customers were too drunk to notice he was singing to, but Penelope saw. Red hot flashes of jealousy spun in pinwheels through her body, and she was furious. Derek couldn't carry a tune to save his life, but he kept his eyes glued to Savannah, a silly grin plastered on his face. This was unlike anything he'd done before, and if he was trying to make Savannah believe he was interested in her, then he was doing a bang up job of it.

So good, Penelope was thinking it, too.

Hurt flooded her body. Shaking with anger, she headed back towards the bar to find Emily. She'd completely neglected a table to listen to Derek's horrible singing of a song that wasn't for her. The sore feeling in her heart was making no sense to her. This was bound to happen one day. Their relationship wasn't an exclusive one by any means, so one day he was likely to find a girl he would drop Penelope for. She found it hard to believe someone like Savannah was that girl, but if it happened, she wasn't going to beg him to stay in their fuck buddy relationship.

"Em," she croaked when she got to the bar. She put the empty pitcher down and slid it towards Emily. "I need a refill on this one." Emily's dark eyes met Penelope's as she took the pitcher. She studied her face, lips twitching into a smirk. Rolling her eyes, Penelope leaned against the counter. "Spit it out, Prentiss. You look like you're bursting with something to say."

Emily grinned widely, her smile twinkling with a mischievous glint. "You," she laughed. "You're honestly jealous of that travesty?" She nodded her head in the direction of Derek who was taking several bows and listening to whistles of people in the intoxicated crowd.

Glaring, Penelope faked confusion. "What the hell are you talking about?" she groused, averting her eyes.

"You can't really believe that Barbie doll is what he wants," Emily clarified. "That man is so head over heels for you there's no room for any other girl."

Penelope snorted. "Derek Morgan does not do head over heels," she said immediately. Emily's smile made her roll her eyes. "Okay, spit it out. You've obviously got something to tell me."

"He said the exact same thing when I told him he was head over heels for you." She grinned. "You two clearly think on the same wave length. Just get together already. What do you have to lose?"

Feeling a blush flare up on her face, Penelope took the now-full pitcher of beer and stalked off to return to the table who'd ordered the table that ordered it. She didn't bother to respond to Emily. By now, Derek was done singing and had left the microphone area. She didn't know where he had gone, but she was about to find out. After dropping the beer off at it's respective table, she pocketed her tip and started heading back towards the bar. When she looked up, though, her mouth dropped open. Derek had returned to his place at the bar, and Penelope had turned around just in time to see Savannah throw her arms around Derek's neck and plaster her lips to his. Derek seemed shocked and stiff at her touch, but Penelope had seen enough. She couldn't believe it, but tears were flooding her vision.

Mouth falling open, she searched wildly for her fellow waitress, JJ. When she located her, she hurried over and shook her shoulder. JJ turned around, and her face immediately became concerned. "Penelope!" she said, putting her hand on her shoulder. "Oh my God, what's wrong?"

Shaking her head, Penelope wiped her cheeks hurriedly. "I need you to take my tables," she said hoarsely, shaking her head as she ran off. She felt bad for shoving her tables on JJ, but she couldn't serve any tables with her eyes dripping tears. Shoving her way into the bathroom, she looked underneath the stalls to make sure no one was there to hear her cry. Everyone was so preoccupied with the karaoke night that no one was in there, though.

She didn't know why she was so upset. Derek was her fuck buddy, she herself called him that. She wasn't supposed to be upset about this. But she couldn't help it. Gone would be the sex she loved so much, gone would be the teasing they threw back and forth all evening.

Gone would be him whispering in her ear that one day he would marry her.

Penelope swallowed past the lump in her throat and wiped the tears from her eyes. Across the bathroom, she heard the door swing open. Forcing her chin down to her chest, she tried hiding her face so whoever had entered would not see her face. God forbid it be Savannah. It would only be the cherry on top of the sundae that was her evening for that woman to see her weeping.

However when a pair of strong, bulky arms wrapped around her from behind and kiss was placed on her neck, she jumped slightly. She looked up into the mirror and saw none other than Derek holding her, dotting her neck and shoulder with wet kisses.

"What're you doing in here?" he murmured in a husky voice, nibbling on her ear lobe. "The night's not done yet. We're not supposed to be in here 'til last call."

Searing, red hot fury blazed through her, and she elbowed him roughly to get him off of her. He grunted and backed up from her. "Get your hands off me, you — you pig!" she hissed. Flirting was their game, not making out with customers and serenading them. He'd be lucky if she ever let him give her a kiss on the cheek after this.

He blinked at her multiple times. "What — why…" he sputtered, his voice trailing off as he stared at her in confusion.

She threw her hands up in the air. "What do you mean what and why?" she snapped. "You really think I'm gonna be your little fucking — in every sense of the word, I'll add — secret when you have your tongue down Barbie's throat?" She huffed and laughed bitterly. "You're serenading her, too? I bet you're glad I introduced you to that song now. It's really funny to me, considering you called it mediocre before."

Shaking his head, Derek began to laugh. He rubbed his face, and she stared at him like he was a lunatic. "Oh my God," he chuckled.

Placing her hands on her hips, Penelope rolled her eyes. "What? What the hell is so funny?" she demanded.

Derek prowled forward, a predatory look in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her so she couldn't wriggle out of his grasp. Tilting her head back, he kissed her with scalding lips, his tongue sliding into her mouth. Despite the sweet taste of his mouth that she loved so much, she pushed back against him. When that didn't work, she bit down on his lip.

Yelping, he backed up. She smirked and crossed her arms over her chest. "I told you: don't touch me."

He touched his lip. "You bit me?" he sputtered.

"I didn't even break your skin, you big whiner," she spat. When he strode forward to her, she rolled her eyes. Why was he still trying to kiss her? She was making it abundantly clear she didn't want him touching her. "Do you want me to break your lip open? 'Cause I'll do it!"

Wrapping her in his arms once more, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Do you really think she's what I want?" He thrust his hips into her thighs, and she felt he was rock hard. Despite her insistence on being angry with him, his arousal excited her. She cursed herself for being so weak at being tempted to give into her desire. "Do you really think I was kissing her back?" His hands cupped her breasts, and he placed a kiss on the side of her neck. "That song was for you, Baby Girl. It's all for you."

The fire inside Penelope reignited with a passion, and she leaned her head back to study his face. Sincerity was plastered on his features, and she knew he'd spoken every word true. Was Emily right? Did he feel head over heels for her, love her?

His eyes were telling her that yes, he did love her.

And what was more, she realized that all her feelings of rage at Savannah were because she didn't want Derek with anyone but her. She loved him, too.

Lifting her arms up, she gave him another hard shove in the chest, but this time, she followed him as he stumbled backwards. Despite his shocked face, she gave him another push so that he fell against the wall with a thud. He looked concerned she might hit him, but instead she crashed their lips together, ripping at the buttons of his shirt. A deep chuckle rumbled in his throat as he returned the fiery kiss, throwing kerosene on the flames. Her hands roamed beneath the fabric of his shirt, tracing his well defined muscles she knew every inch of like they were the streets of her hometown. He pulled at the bottom of her shirt and yanked it up over her head tossing it across the bathroom. She was wearing a sky blue, lace sheer bra that her nipples were begging for attention under. He pushed her back against the counter and lifted her up to sit on in. She wrapped her legs around his hips and continued to devour him. His fingers deftly pulled one cup of her bra down, and his lips began to trail down until he latched onto her budded peak.

"Oh, hell," she breathed, her head falling back against the mirror as he suckled. His hands started sliding beneath her mini skirt, stroking the soft flesh there. He stroked the front of her panties, and she whimpered at the shock waves that shot through her. "Please…"

"Please what, Baby Girl?" he said in between nips at her breasts. His hands massaged her thighs, pressure increasing with each touch.

Her hands shot to his belt, and she unbuckled it. "Make love to me," she growled, unzipping his jeans, freeing his marble hard length. She wrapped her hand around him and grinned wickedly at his groan.

"Anyone could walk in," he warned.

She shook her head vigorously and shifted so she could rip her panties off. "Let them," she whispered, pulling him close to kiss him again. "You're mine, and the sooner people know that, the better."

Derek grinned before pulling Penelope to the edge of the counter to give him easier access to her. She pushed his pants down so they dropped to his ankles. Proof of her desire was washing down her thighs, and he tweaked her clit several times before pressing into her in one swift stroke. Penelope moaned softly, gripping the back of his neck. He was going slowly, too slowly to match her heated desire. But at the same time it made her realize something: he was doing exactly what she told him to do. He was making love to her.

Tingles were spreading like wildfire through her body. Derek buried his face in her neck, continuing his steady rhythm. His teeth gently nipped at her neck, and she knew there were going to be love bites there soon. "Fuck you're tight, Baby Girl," he growled. "So fucking tight."

He pushed further into her, and she threw her head back once more. Her nails dug into his skin, and her eyes rolled back in her head. "Jesus," she moaned. Pulling his head up from her breasts, she kissed him deeply. Their tongues danced together, and she pulled him closer with her legs, enveloping him with her body. When she'd had her fill of tasting him, she urged him to return his attention to her breasts. She rested her cheek against the top of his head and closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his tender arms wrapped around her and gentle movement inside her body.

A noise from across the bathroom drew Penelope's eyes upwards. Derek didn't notice anything; his face was buried in her neck, murmuring softly and nipping at her skin. However, Penelope did notice.

Standing across the room in the doorway to the bathroom was a shellshocked Savannah. Her mouth dropped to the floor, and her eyes were stretched across her face. Penelope couldn't help herself. She smirked at the other woman, cupping the back of Derek's head possessively. To drive her message further, she took Derek's chin gently and pulled his face up to kiss him. As their lips met and danced, she heard the door shut, but didn't bother to look up.

She knew Savannah had gotten the message. She didn't need visual confirmation.

"I gotta go faster," he growled, his voice shaking as he fought to stay in control. His hands tightened on her hips, and he kissed her again. She felt giddy at the barely leashed desire in his lips.

"Do it," she said swiftly. "Make me come." He kissed her once more, increasing the speed of his hips. The friction building in her body as he pumped in and out of her was pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her bloodstream was on fire, and she held him tightly. Moving her lips to his ear, she hissed, "I'm so close, Derek! Don't hold back on me."

He laughed. "Never," he panted, returning his lips to hers. And as soon as the words left his mouth, he slid his hand between their bodies and stroked her center with the lightest brush of his finger. With that single, feather light touch, she exploded. It was smart thinking of him to kiss her before touching her pussy. His lips covered her scream of ecstasy, swallowing it whole so no one would hear them. Seconds later, he himself groaned as he spilled his release inside of her.

They remained intimately connected for several long moments, both of them panting and breathing heavily. She leaned back and sat up straight, looking him in the eye before cupping his face and kissing him again. Sex between them had never been like this before. It was as if the moment she acknowledged how she felt, everything became more intense. She wanted nothing more than to wrap herself around him and never let him go. And that was precisely what she did.

"I'm gonna marry you someday," he murmured as she hugged him to her.

Looking him in the eye again, she pecked his lips. Instead of responding with her usual, "Not a chance" though, she murmured, "Maybe you will."

XXXXX

After last call and money was counted in the register, Penelope was packing her bag in the staff room to go home. The rest of the evening had wrapped up slower than she wanted it to. Time seemed to drag by after she and Derek readjusted their clothing and exited the bathroom. They continued working and serving customers, neither of them seeing any sign of Savannah or the group she'd come with. Nothing could have made Penelope happier that night.

Eventually, though, the night came to a close. She wrapped herself in her coat and started out of the staff room. On her way out, she spotted her boss at the bar, a tumbler of scotch in his hand and a cigar between his lips. Smiling, she went up to him and nudged his shoulder. "Hey you," she said, leaning against the bar. "You gonna leave soon? Or are you gonna wait 'til Kevin is done cleaning up?" She jerked her thumb in the direction of Kevin Lynch, the janitor who cleaned up after last call.

Rossi puffed on his cigar. "I'm gonna finish the scotch I think," he said. He glanced at his watch. "You heading out of here? It's almost four in the morning."

Sighing dramatically, she nodded. "Yes," she drawled. "I gotta get some shuteye. I've got myself a doctor's appointment at noon." Her grin brightened on her face. "You gonna see the Missus anytime soon?" Penelope had only met David Rossi's star-crossed lover and the namesake of the bar once or twice, and truth be told the woman scared the hell out of her. But Dave loved the woman with his whole heart, so Penelope found it in her to like her.

Rossi arched a brow at her. "What has you so happy right now?" he asked, going around the question about Erin.

Penelope felt a blush crawl up her face. She couldn't very well tell him the real reason she was so giddy. Instead, she shrugged, feigning innocence. "Ah, not much," she squeaked. "I'm just a little slap happy." She yawned. "I'm headed for the door. I'll see you tonight!"

Shaking his head, Dave sipped his scotch and laughed. "Have a good night, Penelope."

On her way out, Penelope waved to Hotch and Emily, both of whom were sitting together and laughing with beers in their hands. The sight of Hotch loosening up was heartwarming to her, and she didn't even mind that neither of them noticed her waving at them.

As she was walking out into the chilly fall air, Penelope headed towards her car. Her heels clicked against the asphalt, and she felt like skipping with all the ooey-gooey feelings coursing through her.

"You've got a little bounce in your step."

Whirling around, Penelope saw Derek leaning against his car. His hands were in his jacket pockets, and a million dollar grin was covering his face. She stopped in her tracks and smiled. "I do?" she asked coyly.

He nodded and pushed off from leaning on his car. Walking forward, he stopped in front of her and pulled her into him, kissing her softly. His lips lingered against hers, tingles lingering behind his touch. He cupped her face in his hands, and she wrapped her arms around his waist. There was a torrent of feeling behind his lips, and she loved it.

"What was that for?" she giggled.

Derek smiled softly. "Come home with me," he whispered. "Spend the night with me…in my bed."

"It's morning, you charming devil," she teased.

He laughed, but his face became serious a moment later. "I'm serious," he said, tucking a stray tendril of hair behind her ear. "I should have taken you home a long time ago. You deserve better than that bathroom."

Biting her lip, Penelope looked up and chuckled. "Speaking of that bathroom, I feel bad for Kevin…having to clean up after us and all," she mused. When she noticed his lost little boy look, she sighed and intertwined their fingers. She brought his hand up to her face and kissed the back of his hand. "Yes. Of course, I'll come home with you. But you have to buy me breakfast in the morning."

With a face lighting up in a grin, Derek pulled her fully into his embrace and kissed her fiercely. "It's a deal," he murmured, leading her towards his car. As they walked, Penelope knew she was entering a whole new chapter of her life, and hopefully a long one.

Hotch's POV is next! Please leave a review if you have a moment…your feedback is always appreciated :)