Note- Something for Valentine's Day. This is racy.

Too Late To Apologize

February 2010

Oh God. Could I come from just this? was the thought that darted through her head.

Where he was concerned it was entirely possible, she decided in that instant.

She had no idea what he was up to. She knew she should stop it but it felt so delicious that she hesitated a long, traitorous moment (considering she was in a committed long term relationship with another man) before Penelope Garcia commented on the fact that Derek Morgan had walked into her bunker, wrapped his arms around the chair where she sat, and was ever slow slowly tracing his fingers from her wrist to her elbow on both arms.

Meanwhile his mouth was working magic on her neck and ear, just by blowing on it, making her whole body tingle. Warmth flushed her skin. Her stomach danced with butterflies. Her breasts ached for attention. Her whole body felt empty- every part of her wanting to be filled by him.

"Hot Stuff, just what are you doing?"

"Just trying to wish you a Happy Valentine's day," he whispered in a silky, sex drenched voice, as he lifted her hair and blew on her neck.

Letting her head drop back in ecstasy, Penelope said "Stop this, you naughty boy, or else you'll have me wanting to leave my boyfriend for you."

"Then I better not stop," he answered, right before sucking on her earlobe. Two large hands covered her breasts, over her red sweater, and massaged with rough, demanding pressure that sent sensations right down to the center of her, making her eyes nearly roll back in her head. It was so intense to have him touching her. Such a fantasy come true that Penelope forgot all about where they were and could only think about what she wanted most.

Had always wanted most.

"Oh, Derek, oh God!"

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What is this? he silently asked himself, as he stood over her while she slept on the couch in her office. Derek Morgan could not stop a smirk from curving his lips.

His baby girl was having a sex dream about him. Hot damn. Now this is what he liked to see for sure. Her withering around with his name falling off her lips. He knew she would never admit to what she had been dreaming about when she woke up but he still wanted to wake her, for several reasons.

One, he came to her office to tell her Happy Valentine's Day, since they had just gotten back from a case and he hadn't remembered to mention it on the phone, and reason number two was that he had never seen her eyes when she was completely aroused. Just like a woman looked right before she orgasmed.

And he wanted to see that look in his baby girl's eyes before he died. This might be his only chance so he took it. Getting on his knees next to the couch he gently touched her arm.

"Sweetheart," he whispered, as he leaned over her, getting closer than he would if he wasn't so freaking turned on and eager to catch that sexy look before it faded from her eyes.

"Morgan," she murmured, her eyes opening slightly , as her arms wrapped around him and she pressed her lips to his.

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This dream just got better and better, as far as Penelope was concerned. Derek had spun around her chair. He pushed up her sweater so he could kiss her stomach and then her scars and then her breasts. Holding the back of his head she moaned his name, sure she was going to come before he ever got her pants off.

And then his mouth finally was on hers. That long awaited for kiss finally felt. The melding of two pairs of lips, two desires, two broken hearts and ravaged souls, finally happening and it was hotter than she ever had known before.

Then his tongue, long and probing, thrust into her mouth and her whole body arched up. OH MY GOD!

Penelope jerked fully awake and realized she was kissing Derek. She made some confused sounds and he went to pull back. Not wanting to lose the perfect feel of his mouth on hers she sucked on his bottom lip and then traced it with her tongue. It was a sensual exploration of a mouth she had fantasized knowing for every day since they met.

Her body was burning up. Wet and ready and needy for him. All for Derek. Good God how the hell had this happened?

One second she was having the best dream and then her best friend was kissing her for real. And it felt right. So right and good. Like this is what she was born to do every day of her life. Kiss Derek and be happy. Be loved. Be a totally bold sexual being with no hang ups and no fear getting in the way.

He firmly pulled out of her embrace. Looking up at him she saw his eyes were dark with heat. They mesmerized her. Penelope reached out and ran a finger over Derek's bottom lip. "Suck," she ordered.

"Baby-" he started to protest.

"Suck," she repeated in a no nonsense tone that came from being primed for sex. For him. For him to be buried deep inside of her.

Derek did as she wanted. Watching him give in to her gave Penelope this rush of endorphins, a powerful feeling that made her think she could do anything, having anything she wanted at all. Even him. She sat up quickly, put her arms around him, and started to kiss all over his face and neck. "Oh, God, you're so sexy, Derek. So damn sexy. I need you so bad. Not want. Need. I need you, baby. God.....don't think. Kiss me again."

And so he did.

She felt him shivering against her. The emotions of this moment getting the best of him. She ended the kiss and rested her forehead against his. They both were breathing hard.

Derek said "I'm sorry. You were dreaming and....I should have walked away. I'm so sorry I put you in this position."

She raised a finger and pressed it to his lips. "Shhh. The last thing I want to hear is sorry!"

The finger slid down and traced his lips. He sucked it into his mouth, moaning as he did so, and she moaned as she watched him, then pressed herself as close to him as she could get.

Penelope breathed out "Good God, you make me so hot. Do you want me?"

A second later she was wrapped in big, strong, safe arms and his face was buried against the crook of her neck. She could feel him nodding. Penelope held him tight back.

(I'd take another chance,

take a fall,

take a shot for you.

I need you like a heart needs a beat

but that's

nothing new.

I loved with a fire red

now its turning

blue.

And you say "Sorry" like the angel

heaven let me think

was you

but I'm afraid

"Its too late to apologize. Its too late!

Its too late to apologize! Its too late!) (One Republic Featuring Timberland)

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Derek's heart was beating so fast. His blood was racing through his veins and his mind was whirling over this situation.

He felt like he took advantage of her. Something he would never want to do in a million years. And yet he hadn't done anything but respond to the sleepy kiss she gave him. And that was second nature. It felt so good, like coming home, and he just gave in to it.

He sunk into that perfect kiss and got lost. Their sleepy, dreamy world where they could make love seemed better than the real one filled with unsubs, her boyfriend, the memory of Jason Battle and Carl Buford. Derek didn't like the real world that much on some days but he loved the world him and his baby girl created together. They saved each other so many times just by laughing, teasing, joking, flirting and being sweet to each other.

He loved her. He knew it years ago, deep inside, and he knew it just as clearly now. He wanted a home with her. He wanted a future with her.

But reality was making him think he'd never get it.

Pulling back from her he looked in her eyes "What's going on here? Are you as confused as I am? Did I go too far? Cause I never wanna hurt you, baby, or mess up your life."

Giving him the cutest little smile she shrugged one shoulder "We are just too hot to handle when we get together. Its amazing we didn't lose control sooner. What can you do? Some things are just meant to be."

A relieved smile came to his face. He ran his finger down her nose. "You sure you're okay with all this? We're okay?"

Wrapping her arms around his neck she smiled widely "Angel Fish, we're so much better than just okay." She nibbled on the corner of his lips.

"Garcia," he groaned as he pulled back, giving her a very firm look.

"What is it, my prince?"

"Can you do something about the security footage in here?"

"Without even blinking an eyelid." She wiggled her nose, like Samantha did on Bewitched.

Morgan laughed. "You are the best!"

And then they started to kiss again.

(I'm hanging on your rope.

-

Got me ten feet

off the

ground).

THE END