Vegas

Part 3

As their kisses grew more intense, while on the dance floor of a club in Vegas, Emily finally broke for air from Reid. Reaching into her back pocket, she slipped out her room key and held it up to him.

"What do you say?" she asked.

His eyebrows shot up. Then his eyes slid down, looking over her body, her skin flushed with desire, before he nodded, took her hand and they left. In the cab he sent Derek a text: Emily isn't feeling well so we are going back to the hotel.

He snuck a peek at Emily next to him. She was nibbling her bottom lip and picking at her nails. He wondered how drunk she was. Taking her hands in his he said "That's not healthy. The cuts you're making could let bacteria into your body."

Lifting her hand he sucked softly at the skin around her thumb's nail. There was no denying he was turned on by the kisses they had been sharing back at the club but he wasn't drinking tonight and she was...it didn't seem right to go further if she might be too intoxicated to really make a good decision.

"Emily-"

As he said her name, she snaked her arms around his neck, pulled him close and took his lips in another kiss, slower and sweeter, before whispering against his mouth "I wanna make you forget your own name."

Mission accomplished already. Her kisses left him completely stunned and willing to do her bidding.

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Tap. Tap. Tap.

Derek was vaguely aware of some kind of annoying feeling against his arm as he was lost in kissing Penelope. She was straddling his lap as he sat in a chair at club. His hands were up under her skirt, grabbing handfuls of soft, thick thighs, and her fingernails were scratching lightly over the back of his head and neck, making him moan deeper as their tongues tangled together.

Tap. Tap. Tap. "Errrrr." Cough. Cough. "Hey!"

Derek dragged his lips off Penelope and looked to side to find a bulky security gaurd who said "Look, this ain't that kind of club. You can't have sex in public here. You want that you gotta head on over to The Dungeon."

Penelope jumped off Derek's lap, obviously embarrassed and fixed her clothes. "Kind sir, we were not having any sort of sex! We're just friends! We were just daring each other how far we could go and got a little carried away. You see , I haven't had sex in over a year and my last boyfriend, bless his heart, wasn't very talented in that department and I am kind drunk and when I drink too much I get uber horny. But I didn't come here for that. I just wanted a picture for my blog!"

"Baby girl, baby girl, hush, enough. You don't gotta explain nothing to him."

The security gaurd said "You two are gonna have to leave."

Penelope rushed away. Derek threw a scathing look at the man and chased after her saying "Baby...sweetheart...honey...slow down...Penelope...Garcia, hey, hey, hey..." he caught up to her and stopped her. "That was all my fault. I'm sorry. But, hey, its Vegas, no one knows us here. Its okay."

"I think I'm gonna be sick," she declared, looking like she was about to lose her cookies. Derek rushed her outside where the fresh air helped to ease her discomfort.

Her mind was in turmoil. Had she ruined her friendship with Derek by making out with him? She could still practically feel his hardness pressed against her moist g-string. Just how exposed had she been in public? Her thighs burned from the way he had been stroking her.

She hadn't been able to get enough. If the gaurd didn't stop them just how far would they have gone?

"I wanna go home," she told him.

"Okay. Back to the hotel it is, sweetness."

But that hadn't been what she had meant. She wanted to be back in Quantico in the safety of her purple apartment of coziness where she wouldn't be overwhelmed by lust and feelings for a man who was only just her buddy.

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"Emily-" Reid had started to say many times on the way to her hotel room but every time she kissed him and stopped him from suggesting that this might not be that bright of an idea.

Every kiss just made him throb more and more for her. She was drunk off cocktails but he was rapidly getting drunk off her. Still he had his reservations about going into her hotel room. He didn't want her to ever think he had taken advantage of this situation for some quick sex.

That wasn't something a friend would do to another friend.

"Emily, I don't think this is such a good-"he mumbled at her door, but she dragged him inside, unbuttoning his shirt as she kissed him and then it just seemed too late to say maybe they shouldn't.

When she had his shirt off she pushed him onto the bed and kneeled in front of him, pulling off his shoes and socks, before standing up and doing a strip tease to a song he thought she might have made up off the top of her head. He certainly had never heard it before and the lyrics didn't seem very sophisticated. Though they got her point across just fine as she sang, while dropping her clothes to the ground and shimming her hips, "I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'd love for you to love me. I'm begging you," she leaned forward, her breasts pressed together, as she teased his lips with a barely there kiss "to beg me."

Dropping down to her knees again she took him out of his pants, stroked him and wrapped her mouth around him, leaving him seeing stars after just a couple of minutes. Laying back on the bed, he panted and tried to catch his breath.

No one could tell him any different, Vegas was definitely the best city on earth. Anything could happen here and often did. God, he would like to stay in Vegas with Emily- the version of her that gave him amazing blow jobs- for weeks and weeks.

But they would probably head home tommorow so he better make the most of tonight. When she crawled onto his body she was completely naked. The feel of her was mind blowing.

Smoothing his hands up her thighs, then over her ass, he flipped her over on her back, staring deep into her eyes. "Will you hate me tommorow for this?"

"Only if this is a one time thing."

He thought about it for a minute and when he kissed her again it wasn't with a bit of worry or doubt left in his mind.

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Derek and Penelope were stopped at a traffic light when she looked out the window, saw a bride and groom coming out of a wedding chapel on the Strip, and then she burst into tears.

"Garcia-" Morgan said, in a worried way, as he caressed her back. "Shhh, shhh, darlin, its okay. Don't cry. Oh, shit. I'm sorry, okay? I screwed up and let things go too far tonight."

"Its not you." She motioned out the window. "They look so happy."

"Who? All I see are drunk tourists."

"Over there, under the neon sign."

"Everything is under a neon sign around here. Baby girl, look at me." He cupped her chin and turned her face to him, staring deep into her eyes. His thumb rubbed the corner of her mouth, where lipstick was smeared. "God," he murmured, forgetting all about what he had planned to say about their friendship being just fine still, "do you know you're the sexiest woman I ever met?" He chuckled to himself. "Of course you must. Not like I've hid it very well over the years...how I'm all about your sexy self. Oh...Garcia...about earlier...I was gonna tell you lets just forget it but..." his mouth moved closer to hers "how do you forget something like that?"

Slowly he coaxed her mouth into responding to his kiss and soon they were sharing a tender embrace in the back seat of the cab, exchanging soft kisses while their hands gently explored each other until she was nibbing on his ear and he was stifling a moan by biting hard on his bottom lip.

They ended up in his hotel room, curled up on the bed with him wearing pajama pants and her wearing his t-shirt, kissing and cuddling, his fingers running through her long blonde locks.

Penelope yawned. Embarrassed she covered her mouth and yelped. "Sorry! Its been such a long day and I'm jet lagged. But that's no excuse for yawning during the most exciting night of my life."

He gave her a soft smile and he stroked her cheek. "Sleep, angel. I ain't going no where."

Her bottom lip jutted out. "I don't wanna. When I wake up tomorrow...what if I'm just plain Jane, Garcia again and not Cinderella?"

"You could never be a plain Jane, woman. You got way too much flair." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "And your prince will not disappear into the night, promise. This is my room, remember?"

Desperately she started to kiss him and try to get him to make love to her. Derek rolled Penelope onto her back, as he panted slightly and his hard body pressed against hers, he buried his face into the crook of her neck. "Make you a deal, okay? You show me a good morning like you've been promising for so long." Lifting his head and looking in her eyes he added "I want us both wide awake and raring to go...Its been such a long wait. Too long to not do this right."

A part of her didn't believe tommorow morning would be the way he described but the other part of her, somewhere around her heart, felt a pang of love for him in that moment. She gave him a gentle kiss and then they cuddled close and fell asleep, with his hands softly stroking her and her playing with the short hairs on his chest.

The next morning Penelope was right. They didn't wake up and make love. Instead they got jarred from sleep by Penelope's cell phone ringing. Groaning she answered it and asked "Who dares to wake the sleeping Goddess?"

"We got hitched!"

"Oh my Athena, get out!" Penelope squealed loudly and Derek grimaced.

"Woman, what the hell?"

"They got married! A real Vegas wedding! Isn't that romantic?" Into the phone she said "You are so in trouble for not inviting me."