Title: Worries, hesitancy and too much thinking – part 13
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: That’s what in my humble opinion should have happened after ‘True Night’.
warnings: Fluff, fluff and… oh, yeah, more fluff. :)
It was about time for the big surprise party. Des had brought Fran to the kitchen where Derek and Sarah were already waiting and made some tea. They were all a little nervous about what their mother was going to say and Fran could definitely sense that.
They had agreed on meeting at six in the kitchen. However, about ten minutes before six Derek couldn’t stand his mother’s questions and the tensed atmosphere any longer. So he decided to check on Penelope. She should be ready by now, she never had problems figuring out what to wear and never needed more than ten minutes or so to get ready. She probably just didn’t want to show up too early.
Derek forgot to knock when he opened the door and could have kicked himself for that when he saw Penelope standing in his room shirtless obviously trying to opt for one of the shirts she’d spread out on his bed.
“Sorry, Penelope!” he exclaimed and turned to the door repressing the urge of just staring at her. “I didn’t mean to… I should have knocked.”
He was already halfway out of the door when he heard her low voice say: “No… It’s… It’s okay. Actually, you could… help me chose a shirt.”
Slowly Derek turned around and looked at her. “Are you sure?”
Her heart was pounding like mad. What would he think… seeing her like this? Without a shirt that covered most of her… curves. She felt uncomfortable and nervous. But she didn’t follow the instinct to curl up and hide in the nearest corner so he couldn’t see her. If she ever wanted to let him in and let their relationship develop she had to overcome her unease of undressing in front of him. So she nodded.
Derek stepped closer until he stood behind her.
“I just… can’t decide on a shirt.” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She still couldn’t imagine that Derek might like what he saw. He’d probably never seen someone… her size shirtless. What did he think about her now? Did he still want her, want to be with her?
“You’ll look good in any of these shirts.” he smiled, his voice soft and low in an attempt to make her feel safe. But he noticed the tension in her body so he carefully placed both his hands on her shoulders and kneaded them gently.
Penelope shivered under his soft touch and closed her eyes for a moment. “I’m serious, Derek.” she finally managed to say. “I don’t know what to wear.”
“I thought that never happens to you.” he whispered and looked up and down her bare back. She was so incredibly beautiful and he knew he wouldn’t be able to repress the urge to touch her forever. After all he was just a man standing jeopardously close to the girl he so desperately wanted.
“Hardly ever.” she affirmed. “But it happens.”
God, she was so dazzling and she smelled so good. Carefully Derek leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. Her skin smelled of the vanilla shampoo she always used.
Her knees immediately turned into jelly the moment his mouth met her neck. His breath was hot against her skin and his lips were so soft and gentle. She felt herself shiver.
Derek couldn’t stop himself before he leaned forward again and nibbled on a spot between her shoulder blades. Then he carefully traced the spot with his tongue. Damn, she tasted even better than she smelled. Her skin was so soft and sweet and delicate.
“Oh.” Penelope sighed and her eyes fluttered shut. She was sure her legs wouldn’t be able to hold her body upright much longer.
“Shall I stop?” Derek asked in a low voice.
“N… No” she stuttered. “D… Don’t… stop!”
Smiling he started to spread soft kisses all over her back, up and down her spine in a way that made her shiver all over again. His heart leapt with joy when he noticed her reaction to his touch, the hairs on her neck rose and she sighed once again. “You’re so sweet, baby girl.” he whispered. “So beautiful… so perfect.”
Penelope felt herself melt under his touch and his compliments. He obviously liked what he saw – and he obviously wanted more than just to see her. Her heart pounded so fast that she was sure it was dangerously close to ventricular fibrillation.
Derek worked his way back up her spine and grinned when she tilted her head so that he could reach her neck. He leaned in and started to nibble on the soft flesh drawing a low moan from her lips. Her head sank back against his shoulder and Derek felt his whole body jerk in response.
Her soft fragrant hair tickled his cheek and her skin was hot and flushed from his kisses. Derek wrapped both his arms around her middle and pulled her as close as humanly possible when a knock at the door startled them.
“Derek? Penelope?” they heard Sarah’s voice. “We’re ready.”
“We’ll be there in a minute.” Derek answered for both of them and pointed at a red shirt. “I’d like to see you in this one. Underlines all your assets.”
“Sexist.” she giggled relieved that he’d managed to conceal the awkwardness of the situation.
“Most definitely.” Derek chuckled, watched her put on the shirt and kissed her deeply before they both headed for the kitchen. But for the rest of the evening he couldn’t stop wondering what would have happened if Sarah hadn’t interrupted them.
Fran’s eyes almost popped out of her head and were filled with tears of joy when she saw the nicely decorated living room filled with a bunch of people shouting ‘Surprise!’ and a huge buffet. Soon she was surrounded by members of her own family, the family of Derek’s father and a few close friends some of whom she hadn’t seen in about twenty years.
“Derek!” Penelope heard an elder woman shriek.
“Oh, oh.” Derek mumbled. “Cringe-making aunt at three, mom’s sister-in-law.”
Penelope just giggled as she watched the woman sashay closer.
“Derek, sweetie!” the woman shrieked and pinched Derek’s cheek in the only-mean-aunts-and-grandmas-would-do-th
“Hey, aunt Mary.” he gave her the most honest smile he could manage.
“Oh, and who’s that pretty little girl by your side?” she squealed and for a moment Penelope was afraid she was the next to be pinched.
“Penelope Garcia.” she quickly introduced herself and put out her hand.
Aunt Mary shook Penelope’s hand a little vigorously and opened her mouth to screech something again when a young, tall and breathtakingly handsome guy stepped pretty much in front of her. Handsomeness was obviously part of the Morgan-DNA. The man grinned: “Hey, Derek, old man. How’re you doing?”
When his eyes fell upon Penelope his face got a strange expression and he took her hand to place a gentle kiss on the back of it. “And who is this beauty next to you?” he breathed and smiled at her.
“Penelope… Garcia.” she repeated. “I’m…”
“Certainly the most beautiful woman in this room.” he smiled. Obviously soft-soaping was part of their DNA as well.
Derek wanted to interfere but aunt Mary pulled him away – as Penelope heard from her shrieking a cousin desperately wanted to see him again after ‘way too many years’.
“Finally alone.” the man smiled at her. “Forgive me, I was so stunned by your beauty that I forgot to introduce myself. Andrew, Andrew Walker. My friends call me Andy.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Walker.” Penelope forced herself to smile and mumbled. “At least I guess so.”
“Ah, don’t be so formal!” he chuckled, put an arm around her shoulders and led her towards the small dance floor they had created in the living room. “Come on, Penny, dance with me!”
“Don’t call me Penny.” she grumbled.
Unfortunately, being a good dancer didn’t seem to be part of the Morgan-DNA. Or Derek’s cousin simply missed the spreading of it.
Fortunately, after two and a half songs Derek came for her rescue. Smiling he took Penelope’s hand and pulled her close to him even before he softly asked: “May I have this dance, my sweet lady?”
“Gladly.” she sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder as he swayed her around to the first chords of Bryan Adams’s ‘Have you ever really loved a woman’.
But he put a hand under her chin to make her look up and leaned down to kiss her a bit too passionately for a kiss in public.
“What was that?” Penelope asked and blushed a little.
“I’m just showing off a little that you’re taken.” he chuckled.
“So that ANDY understands that I’m yours?” she smiled mischievously.
“You’re not anyone’s possession, baby girl, most certainly not mine.” he smiled and tenderly kissed her cheek. “Nonetheless, you are definitely taken and I don’t want to leave any doubt about that.”
“Hm, you know how to treat a woman.” she purred and leaned her head back against his shoulder. “In marked contrast to your cousin.”
“Did he bother you?” Derek asked, concern and anger resonating in his voice. “Because if he did I could beat him up, you know.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary.” she giggled. “Just don’t leave me alone with him again.”
“I’m not going to leave you alone with any man ever again.” he chuckled. “You’re simply too hot to do that.”
“Flatterer.” she smiled and closed her eyes happily. She was definitely in heaven. She had the perfect boyfriend. He was sweet and caring and hot and lovely – but most of all, he was jealous of other men in her life which meant that he didn’t want to lose her.
“You picked that song for a reason, didn’t you?” Des asked and pointed her head towards the couple who was dancing closer than she’d considered possible.
“Yeah, but I don’t think they are paying attention to the lyrics.” Fran chuckled.
“I bet if they were Derek would freak out at the line with the unborn children.” Sarah giggled.
With a knowing smile on her face Fran shrugged: “I wouldn’t be too sure about that.”
When the song was over Derek led Penelope to his mother and sisters and grinned: “Well, birthday girl, how do you like our little surprise?”
“This is the best party I ever had.” Fran smiled, tears springing to her eyes again, and hugged the four initiators once more. “I knew you were up to something but this is… Thank you!”
“Actually, Penelope did most of the work.” Des informed her mother with a wide grin on her face.
“That’s not true.” she quickly objected. “I mean, I just made a couple of phone calls.”
“By the way, you haven’t told me yet where you know this band from.” Derek reminded her and pointed his thumb at the four guys who were now playing ‘Jail House Rock’.
“Um… you know… I…” Penelope muttered and suddenly she froze when the lead singer announced: “Ladies and Gentlemen, about ten years ago we were supported by a beautiful young lady with an even more beautiful voice. This is one of her favorite songs.”
And then she heard the first chords of ‘A whiter shade of pale’ which definitely was her favorite song – and unfortunately a quite difficult one. This wasn’t going to end well.
“Come on up here, Penelope!” the lead singer grinned.
Slowly she turned around and walked towards the very improvised stage. She took the microphone with slightly shaking hands and announced: “I fear I’m a bit out of practice.” She gave everyone in the room a shy smile, took a deep breath, closed her eyes to forget about the fact that there were fifty people in this room now staring at her – one of them being Derek – and started to sing.
She had to admit that it didn’t sound as bad as she’d expected so she decided to sing a little louder. When the chorus started she even dared to open her eyes again and she figured her singing really wasn’t that bad when she saw that almost every jaw in the room had hit the floor. Only Derek was grinning a little mischievously and Penelope wondered if he was up to something.
When the song was over everyone applauded and Penelope sighed with relief. She’d been sure she would make a complete fool of herself. But the relief was over pretty soon when Derek suddenly rushed over to her and grabbed another microphone.
“I’m pretty sure none of you would have thought of that but Penelope and I have been singing in a choir for quite a while now. However, we never had the chance to sing a duet so far which is really a pity. Any preferences?”
The question was clearly posed to Penelope but Des answered nonetheless and shouted: “Sexy love!”
“Thank you, sis.” Derek grumbled then he leaned over to Penelope and whispered: “You know the lyrics, baby girl?”
She just nodded.
And there she was, in one of her worst nightmares: Standing on a stage in front of a crowd of people who knew her forced to sing a love song with Derek. And she had to admit that it was a whole lot of fun. The song was simply made for them and they didn’t skimp on lecherous looks and flirtatious touches throughout the whole song.
Des and Sarah just grinned at the couple as well as at each other.
Luckily, after this duet Penelope and Derek were allowed to leave the stage again – amid the applause of the crowd.
The next song the band played was ‘You’re beautiful’ by James Blunt and Derek leaned down to whisper into Penelope’s ear: “Do you think they want to tell us something with all the songs they picked?”
“Who, the band?” she asked and looked up at him. “I don’t think so.”
“I was rather thinking about my mom and my very conspiratorial sisters.” he replied and darted a look at them to let them know he knew that they were watching.
Penelope giggled. “To be honest, I don’t care. It’s too much fun to dance with you and it was a lot of fun to sing with you. Moreover, we’re too close to leave a remarkable amount of brain cells working at the moment. I’ll worry about the message later.” she leaned her head back against his shoulder and whispered in the crook of his neck: “Much later.”
“You know, I was never fond of big family parties.” Derek mumbled and buried his face in her hair deeply taking in the sweet scent of it. “But I’m definitely enjoying this one.”
“Well, I hope it’s because of me and not because of aunt Mary.” Penelope said playfully.
Derek chuckled and breathed into her ear. “It’s all because of you, baby girl, you and only you.”
The sound of his voice together with his hot breath in her ear sent a pleasurable shiver down her spine and she gasped: “You know, you shouldn’t do this ‘cause I don’t think that’s dancing anymore.”
“Of course, it is.” Derek grinned and pulled her a little closer. “Or what would you call that?”
“Naughty.” she whispered. “I mean, honestly, only our clothes are keeping us from actually having sex. I don’t think that’s a proper way to dance in front of your whole family.”
“You know, I thought about this.” he said in a low voice. “As I said I’m glad that we waited.”
Penelope felt a tension running through her body. This was the moment of the big BUT, the moment she’d feared the whole time. She could understand that he’d thought about this after what had happened – or at least almost happened – in his room tonight. But why did he have to discuss that now?
She was even more surprised when she heard Derek say: “I think almost everyone – myself included so far – puts too much pressure on the whole sex thing and by that on themselves. I mean, people tend to rush with that.”
“What… do you mean?” she asked a little puzzled.
“Well” he shrugged, “maybe the rule no sex before marriage isn’t all that bad.”
Her head snapped up and she stared at him almost in shock. “Okay, who are you and what have you done to Derek Morgan?”
“No, seriously.” he chuckled. “I like the way our relationship is developing every day. So why not wait until we’re married one day.”
She grimaced and put her head back into the more comfortable position it had been in before. “I don’t think I want to wait THAT long.”
Derek was grinning like mad. She hadn’t said she wouldn’t marry him. In fact, her answer sounded more like she could imagine it. It was official, he was in heaven.