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Penelope groaned and turned over in bed. She winced. The wound had long since healed, but it still ached a bit when she laid for too long. Her mind would not stop replaying that moment. Derek wiggling his stupid, perfect finger and arching his stupid, beautiful brow. Why did he have to be so stupid perfect, damnit.
Penelope Garcia was used to being in charge. Ok maybe not at work, though even there she pretty much did whatever she wanted, so long as she didn't get caught doing anything technically illegal. But in her personal life? She was the boss, the queen of her own castle. And in her personal relationship, and especially in the bedroom, she was almost always in charge. Not that she had some Dominarix kink or anything, she was just very particular, and the men she dated were pretty happy to go along with whatever she wanted.
The scene ran through her head again.
Something about that finger wiggle made her stomach flutter every time she replayed it. She was never much for “alpha males”, but her chocolate bear, he was an exception, he was the real thing. Not like the fake little boys who usually wore a badge.
Not that there was anything wrong with NOT being an alpha. Meek could totally be sexy. But Derek Morgan?
She bit her lip, then sighed. No point letting herself go there.
The Statuesque God Of Sculpted Chocolate Thunder would never want her. He loved her, sure, but never like that. She would just have to keep those feelings to herself. Deep down, where no one would ever find them.
A few days later……
She leaned against Derek, smiling at the funny parts and gasping at the jump scares. Her mind wasn’t really in it though. Derek Morgan was on her couch, under the same blanket as her, one arm around her. She could feel her heart beating in the back of her throat. ‘Focus, stay calm. Just friends, watching a movie. While snuggled under one blanket and tangled up in eachothers arms. No big deal.’ She jumped when he kissed her temple.
“You good babygirl? You look about a million miles away.” He asked, concern in his voice. Damn profilers.
“Oh yeah, totally! Just spaced out for a sec.” She smiled in what she hoped was a convincing manner. Derek nodded slowly.
Whew. Dodged a bullet.
“I love you, ya know?” He asked, tugging her in with his hand around her shoulders to kiss her head again. She tried not to blush, giving him the most charming and non chalant grin she could muster. “Love you too”
He studied her face for a slightly terrifying moment, nodded, and went back to the movie.
She felt her eyes start to droop as her heart finally decided it probably wasn’t being actually hunted by a saber tooth tiger, or whatever Reid said anxiety came from.
She woke up when she felt her body being shifted. When she opened her eyes, she was off the ground and in his arms.
“Derek!” Her squeal was both alarmed and embarrassed. “Derek Morgan, put me down! I am way too heavy, you're going to hurt yourself!”
He rolled his eyes. “You ain't heavy, you're my babygirl. Now hush, and hold still, I don't want to drop you on your beautiful ass.” He flashed her that sexy grin that made her swoon. But no, no swooning allowed in his arms. Keep it together girl.
“I am too! I'm a cow! Derek put me down, I can walk!”
He stopped.
“Did you just call yourself a fucking COW??” His voice hissed through through gritted teeth, she could here it rumbling deep in his chest where her head rested. Penelope swallowed down the familiar lump in her throat. She tried to speak, but only managed a hopefully nonchalant shrug. She could still feel expectant eyes on her, and he didn’t start walking again, so she took a deep breath. “I mean, you were right weren't you? He didn’t actually want me. Literally the first date I’ve had in a year and he wanted to murder me.”
Derek sighed, making her wince inwardly. He quickly closed the rest of the distance to her bed, but instead of putting her down in disgust, he sat and pulled her in close.
“Oh babygirl, babygirl, babygirl.” He tskd. His hand stroked through her hair. She loved it, and hated it. “God Penelope. I wasn't right.” She could hear his heart start to pound in his chest and her own joined the beat. He paused for so long, she realized she was holding her breath. When he spoke again, his voice was a whisper, husky and stilted with emotion. “I was fucking jealous, ok? I mean, at first I was just worried, wanted you to trust your instincts. But all that, that crap after? I was fucking jealous of him ok?” He was clinging to her waist, almost desperate. Jealous? What the hell would he be jealous of? She laughed. That was the wrong response, Derek stiffened, but she pressed on. “Why would you be jealous of him my chocolate thunder? Even without the whole, murdery agenda and serial killer thing, he was only an ok date. No you for sure.”
Another long pause. This time her breath came in short, fast spurts.
Then, something she never in a million years could have predicted, expected or even fucking dreamed of. His hand tangled in her hair, it yanked her head back and her eyes suddenly met his. Dark, dilated pupils stared her down for a moment that stretched on forever.
His lips captured hers all in a rush, pressing, urgent, as if he wished to possess her mouth with his. Her mind stopped completely for however long it lasted, she had no idea really, an hour, seconds. Just as suddenly as it started, his mouth lept away from hers. They were both panting as he studied her. “Sorry, I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I….”
She reached around, cupping the back of his head to pull him in for another kiss. This one was slow, deliberate, and very much two sided. Their tongues twisted and tangled together in a dance neither had experienced but both knew like the back of their hands. He pulled away again, looking into her eyes with sincerity. “Are you sure, babygirl?” She nodded and he smiled.
“I kind of love you Penelope Garcia.”
“I kind of love you more, Derek Morgan.”
Eventually, somehow, she found herself laying on her bed, her pants and panties discarded on the floor beside them, her shirt pushed up well above her bosom. His mouth was trailing kisses down her neck.
He ran a hand up her thigh, eyebrow arching when her hand stopped his just before he reached her belly. “Trust me.” She quipped, trying to keep her voice light. “Nothing sexy about that.” She smiled, a bit sadly, and patted his hand.
The other eyebrow shot up. Derek's hand gently moved hers. His other hand moved around to her ass. Penelope gasped as he gripped it hard. His body, still fully clothed; which was totally unfair by the way; crouched as he crawled on top of her. The sight had burning, hot desire stoking in her belly, dripping down like hot magma to settle deep in her loins.
As she closed her eyes his breath tickled her neck, his voice a low growl. “If you ever disparage my babygirl’s beautiful body again, I will make this so red.” He squeezed again, harsh this time. “You won't even think of sitting for a week.” His mouth moved in to feather kisses down her neck. Her nipples swelled in her shirt as his lips moved lower. “You.” Kiss. “Are my.” Kiss. “Beautiful.” Kiss “Sexy.” Kiss. “Goddess.” God this shirt was far too constricting. Come to think of it, so was his.
She reached up, desperate, ready to claw her way through the material.
No. Calm down Penelope. Make this last.
She took a deep breath, and put on her cutest babygirl pout.
“Can't spank me for telling the truth, Morgan.” She emphasized his last name. The name she rarely used. The name associated with work and professionalism.
His eyes grew dark.
“Wanna fucking bet?” He growled in his chest, gaze boring into her.
Her stomach fluttered, low in her belly just like before. Did she? He was still staring at her with what looked like a combination of lust, love and challenge.
Spankings really freaking hurt, but the warmth between her legs spread at the thought.
Fuck it. Live dangerously, Penelope.
She bit her lip, giving him a sly smile. “Maybe I do, sexy.” She tilted her chin in defiance. “What then?”
He growled, leaning in close to her ear again. “Turn over.” He smacked her hip as he gave the order, climbing off of her. “Now.” lToo late to back out now.
Despite his harsh tone, he took his time. He sat on the bed beside her, adjusted her to lay over his leg to make her more comfortable on her stomach, and took her shirt off the rest of the way.
His hand smoothed over her back in slow, gentle motions, making its way down to her bottom. The sharp swats landed on the peak of each cheek had her jumping, but his strong arm just gripped her a bit tighter. “Now. SMACK. Let’s talk.” He said, keeping his voice conversational. “Tell me something.” His hand kept smacking sharply down all over her cheeks, stinging them. What, or who, has my babygirl so convinced she isn’t the sexy goddess I know?”
Asking questions while smacking her ass like there’s no tomorrow? Rude. She huffed to show her displeasure, but was only met with a flurry of smacks, this time to her undercurve. Damn that stung. “Ah! Ah! I don’t know Derek! I just….don’t.” She mumbled, sounding unconvincing even to herself. “Come on now, mama. Profiler remember?” He landed a smack on each thigh. “Lying to me won’t work.” His voice was stern, though not angry. “Tell me the truth princess, and maybe I’ll even let you up.”
The promise seemed to be more of a tease, as his hand only picked up pace, and intensity. “Dereeeeeek.” She whined. “Come onnnnn, stop!” She kicked up one foot in frustration. “Ah, ah, ah.” He trapped her legs smoothly under one unfairly muscular thigh. “You ain’t in charge now little mama. You asked for this spanking, I get to decide when it stops. Now come on, spit it out. What’s on your mind when I touch you?”
Tears were starting to prickle in her eyes, his hand had never slowed as he talked and her ass was really starting to burn now.
She really didn’t want to spill her guts about it right this moment. Or ever really. No girl wants to talk about their insecurities, how they hate looking in the mirror, feeling the folds and lumps under their clothes. She really, really didn’t want to tell him all the women she had watched him date, or go home with, or talk about. How jealous she felt of their perfect, toned bodies. She wanted to hide all those parts away where they could never be seen by another human being.
Derek was not about to let that happen though. Not by the way his hand was smacking down on her thighs now. “AH! Derek! Jesus that hurts!” Penelope cried, hiding her nearly spilling tears behind sass and bravado. “Uh huh. Keep fighting it. I got a belt I can take off, babygirl.” He said, smirking at the small whine she gave.
“Derek!”
“Hmmm?”
She whimpered, the sound and preceding statement, muffled by the fact her face was buried in her comforter. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”
“So I kinda gathered, princess, but you’re gonna. Now spill it.” He accented the order with the hardest flurry of smacks yet. A sob finally escaped her lips, tears beginning to wet the blanket scrunched in her fists. “OK! Derek, ok! I’ll tell you!” She cried out. His hand stilled, rubbing tenderly the stinging, warm skin. “Go on, princess.” He murmured, his hand just barely skimming the flesh now
Penelope took a deep breath, and let every insecurity, every mean thought, hell every thought she had ever had about herself. She babbled so long she convinced herself several times she was rambling, and had to be encouraged, with firm pats to her bottom, to keep on talking. By the end he knew everything. How she had fallen head over heels from the first ‘babygirl’. How her jealousy grew with every skinny little model he dated. How she had always used her fashion, whether all black or rainbow, like shield, separating her from everyone and protecting her from their mockery. Worst of all, he knew all the thoughts she had about herself when she got home and took the armour off, standing in front of the mirror, seeing her nakedness in all its glory, or all its shame.
Her ass was red, but nothing was more raw than her bared and gutted soul.
She expected disgust. She was sure at the least (most?) she would receive further senture. Instead his hand turned gentle, smoothing down her raw backside in a way she swore FELT thoughtful. Maybe he couldn’t decide just how disgusting and despicable she was? Maybe he was being kind, figuring out how to let her down easy. Always her kind prince.
His next words would have floored her, if she weren’t you know, already face down. “Babygirl, I don’t date skinny girls because they’re my type particularly. I date them because they ask me out, and because I’m too scared to ask girls like you.” He trailed off the end of the sentence, as if he felt he should say more but didn’t know what. His hand paused, uncertain and light on her back.
Breathing felt like a distant memory to her. She knew she had once been able to do it, but she couldn't for the life of her remember how. His voice had turned distant, like in the movies, it sounded like it was coming through a bad speaker.
“Penelope? Penelope! Babygjrl, talk to me.”
The world came back into focus and she said the first thing that she thought. “That makes no fucking sense Derek.” It came out a lot more forceful than she meant. The laugh that burst from him was deep, warm, and just slightly relieved.
“What, you don't think being so confidently you isn't a lil bit intimidating?”
“Jinkies Derek, I mean sure I'm me but me is….”
“Ah ah ah! He interrupted. Don't go sayin something that's gonna make me blister this cute ass, princess.” His hand patted in warning as he spoke. Penelope let out an embarrassed whine but, ever the queen of sass she was, couldn't help one little comment. “Is true though…”
His hand came down like lightning. She registered the sound of several smacks before she even felt them. “AHHA ok wait wait wait I'm sorry!” She squealed desperately.
“Mmm, sorry for what princess?” His voice was so mild compared to his hand!
“Owwww for-for-for talking bad about myself?” She had started to cry again, and the words stuttered in between sobs. His hand didn't stop falling though. “Uh huh and why is that bad?” He asked again, squeezing her close to his body while he continued to spank.
She was sobbing into her bohemian blanket. She would have to wash it again, damnit. “I-I…because…I don’t knowwww Derek, please!” Her hips twisted, desperate to stop the onslaught, slow it, find a less sore spot, anything. “Because babygirl, it's a lie. That voice in your head is lying to you and I don't ever want you repeating it, because repeating it gives it power. You understand?”
Penelope just nodded frantically, she didn't have enough breath left to speak. “Good girl.” He murmured, his hand stilling. “That's my good girl. Now you ready to listen to me?” His warm hand rubbed her back while he waited patiently for her to take some deep breaths. A wet gasp and an “uh-huh” followed a small nod. His hand went back to petting her back. “I love you, I have always loved you. What I haven’t told you, is I find you absolutely gorgeous, sexy and just plain beautiful.” His hand moved down to squeeze her blazing, sore ass. “That’s the truth, you understand me? So, no trying to talk me out of it. You’re mine now.” He said, voice full of a dominance and certainty that had her melting despite her sobs. She rubbed her red rimmed eyes. “Gonna hold me or what?” She tried to imbue as much sass as she could into her still shaking voice. Morgan chuckled and maneuvered them around with surprising ease until they were both in bed. He even somehow got her top and bra the rest of the way off.
Soon she was curled up in her bed, Derek Morgan spooning her very hot and still very stinging bottom from behind. One hand was stroking her hair from above, his lips kissing her shoulder as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.
And best of all? His other hand was on her stomach, stroking the folds, his fingers lovingly tracing the lines of her stretch marks. She drifted off, elated and still utterly bemused in the knowledge that Derek Morgan thought she was beautiful.