Title: Saving the day
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Prompt for 30_sweets: #4 Sweet tooth
Rating: don't know... T?
Disclaimer: Neither the show nor the characters belong to me, they belong to CBS. Nonetheless, I love to borrow them from time to time.
Summary: Part 23/? of "No more sweets". Some fluff again. And someone who needs Penelope’s connections. ;)
AN: Sorry, this once again took me longer than I wanted it to take. My wonderful beta Jenny (thanks a lot) finished this on Friday already. But I had to spend almost the whole weekend at the vet with my poor and very ill cat. They still aren’t entirely sure what’s wrong with her, so she had to stay overnight. But it doesn’t look like she won’t make it. So let’s hope for the best. :) Now enjoy the chapter!
“You gotta be kidding me,” he exclaimed. “Reid?”
“What? He’s cute,” Penelope said with a shrug. “I guess he left a good impression on your sister when she first met him. And you gotta admit he’s grown over the past years.”
“Yeah, but…is he even old enough for Des?” Derek mumbled more to himself than Penelope.
“He’s thirty; she’s thirty-two. Where’s the problem?” Penelope asked with a shrug.
“The problem is that…it’s Reid,” he told her with a sigh. “Why him of all people?”
“Would you rather like her to have a crush on Hotch?” she asked, giggling. “Or maybe Emily?”
“Very funny,” he grumbled.
“Or Rossi?” she offered as she sat down on the bed next to him.
“Oh, you…” Derek threatened, reaching out to grab Penelope and pull her closer. “You deserve some punishment, you know that?” he said in a low voice.
“Do I?” she panted rather than said. God, she hated how he had such an effect on her. Well, no, actually she didn’t.
“Most definitely,” Derek mumbled, letting his hand slide under her shirt.
Her eyes fluttered shut so that she couldn’t see the almost devious grin on Derek’s face. She couldn’t believe they were in bed again. It was barely past lunchtime.
The chiming at their door interrupted what Derek had just been about to do.
Growling, he got up from the bed and stomped to open the door. “I swear, if that’s not really important…” He interrupted himself when he saw his sister standing at the door.
“Hi…um…can I talk to Penelope?” Des asked, seeming a little distraught.
“Um…sure, come in,” Derek told her, walking back to their bedroom with a frown on his face.
“It’s Des,” he told Penelope. “She wants to talk to you.”
Frowning herself, Penelope got up from the bed and hurried into their living room. “Hey,” she greeted. “What’s wrong?”
“Everything,” Des told her with a sigh, clearly at the edge of tears.
Penelope turned toward Derek. “Maybe you should…leave us alone,” she suggested quietly.
Des’s head shot up. “No…I… This is not about…the wedding itself,” she explained, and then blushed. No need to bring up a conversation about the date she was hopefully having for the wedding – if her sister didn’t kill her beforehand.
Derek opened his mouth to say something, but the death glare he received from Penelope kept him from doing so.
“It’s about the bridal shower tonight,” Des then said. “It’s… They cancelled the location, which means we don’t have a place to go and we don’t have catering. Sarah’s gonna kill me.”
“Where’s the problem?” Penelope asked. “We’ll just have to find a new location.”
Des raised both her eyebrows at her. “Are you kidding me? A location for tonight – not to mention something we can actually pay for? It’s impossible. Trust me, I tried… All the bars are booked or way too expensive. I just hoped you might have an idea…”
“Well, I might have,” Penelope said with a smile. “All I’m gonna need is my—”
“Laptop?” Derek interrupted her, handing her the item in question.
“Sometimes, it’s really scary how well you know me,” she said, grinning at him as she flipped her laptop open. “How many people are we talking about?” Penelope asked Des.
“Eleven,” Des told her.
Nodding, Penelope hit a few more keys. “Okay,” she mumbled, turning the laptop so that Des could take a look at the screen. “What about this?”
Des’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “Are you serious?”
Penelope shrugged. “The name fits the occasion, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, but…The Love?” Des asked again. “I mean, despite the fact that it’s certainly much too expensive, I already tried them. Apparently you have to call like a year in advance to even get a card.”
“Don’t worry. One of the owners is a friend of mine,” Penelope put her off. “And it’s not that expensive. At least, it won’t be for us. So what do you think?”
Des squealed a little. “You can really make that possible? Sarah’s gonna love this.”
“Well then, let me make a phone call.” Penelope grinned, taking her cell phone and dialing a number.
The conversation didn’t last longer than two minutes, and Des and Derek listened in awe at how Penelope soft-soaped whoever was on the other end and made a date for the night.
“Okay, deal,” she said, a triumphant grin on her beautiful face. “Yes, I’ll forget about the fact that you owe me more than that, promised.”
She hung up and smiled at Des. “We’re expected to be there at six. He’ll take care of the catering, and the whole evening will cost a flat price of four hundred bucks, no matter what or how much we eat or drink.”
“You gotta be kidding me,” Des said, her jaw hitting the floor.
“Nope,” Penelope said, grinning at her. “I told you he owed me.”
“Yeah,” Derek mumbled, snorting slightly. “What exactly did you do that he owes you like that?”
Penelope giggled. “Handsome, I assure you there’s no reason for you to be jealous. The club had a severe computer bug some years ago. I fixed it, that’s all.”
“Must have been one hell of a bug,” he stated.
“Well, they almost lost all their bank accounts and their license so…yeah, it was one hell of a bug,” she said with another giggle. “Oh, and I helped catch the guy who was responsible for it. So they pretty much owe me their business.”
Derek smirked. “And you still have to pay four hundred bucks?”
“I couldn’t ruin them completely,” she replied with a shrug. “At least, not when I might need them again.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “I thought you promised to forget about that fact.”
Grinning mischievously, Penelope told him, “I will, but he won’t.”
“You’re unbelievable, you know that, right?” he told her, leaning down to peck her lips.
Penelope grinned even wider. “Yeah, but you wouldn’t want me any different.”
Sensing that they’d much rather be alone, Des got up to bow out. “Thank you,” she said, hugging Penelope in the doorway. “My brother’s right. You are unbelievable.”
“You mean because I also solved your little problem about not having a date for the wedding?” Penelope told her with a wink.
Des looked over Penelope’s shoulder to make sure her brother wasn’t listening. “Really? He…He’s going to go with me?”
“Yep,” Penelope said with a chuckle. “He blushed a deep shade of red and then asked for your number. I guess he’s gonna call you in the not-too-distant future.”
Des blushed herself, mumbling, “That’s great, but…what about Derek? I know he’s not going to approve.”
“Let me take care of that,” Penelope told her with a grin, hugging Derek’s sister again and then closing the door.
She turned back toward Derek, a lecherous grin on her face. “So, where were we before the door interrupted us?”
Grinning, he quickly crossed the distance between them to catch her in his arms. “Oh, I remember, I was about to get a piece of my newly discovered favorite sweet.”
“What, no longer tiramisu?” she asked playfully, her eyes fluttering shut as Derek started to nibble that special spot on her neck again.
“No,” he breathed against her skin, making her shiver. “I found something that tastes much, much better.”
“You’re oversexed, you know that?” Penelope whispered. Not that she minded if Derek didn’t plan on leaving the bed for the next fifty years or so.
“What can I say,” he said with a chuckle, gently dragging her toward his bedroom. “I have a sweet tooth. I could never resist tiramisu, so why would I be able to resist something even more tempting?”
Her heart skipped a beat. Not only did Derek really want her, he didn’t seem to be able to keep his hands off her. He was obviously very much attracted to her – even more after their first night together.
Even though she knew she should worry instead about what to wear for the evening and getting Sarah’s present, Penelope didn’t even think about objecting to whatever Derek had in mind about how they should spend the rest of the day.
But then she stopped.
Derek looked at her with a mixture of confusion and worry.
Grinning lasciviously, Penelope disappeared for a moment, only to come back a minute later with a bowl of tiramisu in her hands.
Repressing a grin, he just raised an eyebrow at her. He hadn’t expected her to come up with something like that so early in their relationship – and it was obvious she was a bit nervous about it. He couldn’t resist playing with her a little.
“You know, since we both have such a sweet tooth, I thought why not…have both our favorite sweets at once,” she mumbled, blushing a little.
Taking the bowl from her, Derek pulled her close against him again. “You know, it’s spooky how you always seem to know exactly what I’m thinking.”
- Current Mood: worried