AN: I originally started writing this for a mini Round of Kink, but didn't finish in time. It was supposed to be a PWP, but when I tried to wrap it up, it got all plotty. So, it's a P-W-P (porn-words-porn).

Derek leaned back against his headboard and scowled. He wasn't that hurt, it was just a graze! But, the doctor had made him a deal – if he stayed completely off of the leg for four days, the doctor would clear him for light field work. If he wanted to walk around and do desk duty, he wouldn't be cleared for at least two weeks. So, Derek elected to stay in bed and coalesce. He glanced down at the bandage on his upper thigh and sighed. He probably should change it soon.

He flipped through the channels, there was nothing on! He paused briefly on ESPN Classic, they were running the 1986 Superbowl. It may be his beloved Bears, but it wasn't like he didn't know who'd won. He paused the Tivo when he heard his front door open. Clooney didn't bark, so he knew it had to be someone familiar. He smiled as Garcia breezed into the room.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, "Aren't you a vision?"

Morgan looked down at himself and laughed. He was shirtless, wearing just an old pair of shorts and sitting on top of the covers.

"I'm glad that you're here, woman! I'm bored out of my skull!" Derek scooted over to make room for her on the bed.

"Lucky you that I come bearing gifts!" Penelope gestured toward her colorful tote bag. "I have movies, 'The Wire' DVDs, aaaaaaaand . . . ." She reached into the tote and whipped out an enormous bag of Twizzlers.

"Oh, how you love me!" Derek reached for the candy, only to have Penelope pull it back. "Are you going to feed them to me?" he said, with a grin.

"You wish, handsome!" she replied. "I just need to make sure that you've been a good boy before you get any goodies. Have you been walking around today?"

Derek shook his head. "The only time I've been up is to go to the bathroom and make some coffee. I've been a saint."

"Ha!" Penelope snorted. "You'd have to make up for a lot of lost time to get saint status." She bustled over to the bed and leaned over to inspect his bandage. Derek took a quick breath and closed his eyes. She was way too close to his crotch for comfort. He'd imagined her head in his lap too many times for him not to react to the actual sight of it.

"When's the last time that you changed this bandage?" Pen questioned.

"It's fine."

"When?" she demanded.

"Day before yesterday."

"Derek!" Pen clucked at him. "Well, that's the first order of business."

"Baby, you don't have to—" he tried.

"Or no Twizzlers!" she interrupted.

He laughed and pointed at the box of medical supplies on the dresser. She walked over to the dresser and removed gauze, tape, and antibiotic ointment. She bent over and began to carefully remove the soiled bandage from Derek's thigh.

Derek glanced down and immediately tipped his head back to stare at the ceiling. Not only was Penelope inches from his hardening crotch, her cleavage was well displayed as she bent over to tend to his wound.

"You can do this," he told himself. "Just think about car wrecks and dead kittens and clowns and old Mrs. Kraczinski." He took a deep breath to steady his nerves and realized what a mistake that was when her scent flooded his nostrils. He allowed his thoughts to wander, was the strawberry and vanilla smell from her shampoo or her lotion? This was a bad idea, because it led to fantasies of him burying his nose into her neck and tasting her skin. He coughed and shifted, hoping to tame his erection.

"Oh, hot stuff, did I hurt you?" Penelope shot up and peered at his face.

"No, I'm fine," he croaked.

"Are you sure? You look . . . funny," she wrinkled her brow at him.

"I'm fine! Just . . . hurry up. Please," he added with a strained smile.

"Okay," she said slowly, and bent back down to the wound. She finally removed the old bandage and tossed it in the trash can, scrunching up her nose in disgust.

"God, she's adorable," he thought. And then reminded himself that he should NOT be thinking along those lines.

He was breathing slowly and steadily, and all was going well until she flipped her hair to one side as she finished attaching the bandage and the soft red tendrils began trailing over his thigh.

His entire body tensed as he put all of his energy into keeping his erection from bursting through his shorts. Okay, he knew it wouldn't actually do that, but he certainly felt like it.

"Are you sure I'm not hurting you?" Penelope asked. "You're all tense and . . ." Her voice trailed off as she turned her head and was confronted with the enormous bulge inches from her nose.

She snuck a look up at Derek to see that his eyes were shut tight, his fists were clenched, and he was breathing shallowly. She blinked, amazed that Derek Morgan seemed to be turned on by her. And then she smiled, determined not to let his opportunity slip by.

"Oh, my," she purred, "is that for me?"

Derek opened his eyes and looked down at her. His eyes were dark with passion. "Woman, I might be injured, but this is not a good time to tease me," he growled.

Penelope slid her hand slowly up his thigh until her fingers were touching his cock. "Does this feel like I'm teasing?" she said huskily.

Derek groaned and hauled Penelope up on the bed and crushed his mouth down on hers. Penelope gasped and somehow managed to cry out, "Derek! Your leg!"

"Don't care, can't feel it," he said against her lips as he wrapped her leg around him so that she was straddling his waist. He groaned again as she put her arms around his neck and rocked her hips against him.

He slid his hands up her thighs and underneath her skirt to cup her ass in his hands and pull her closer. He pulled back from the kiss and buried his face in her neck. He held her close and just breathed, the way he'd always wanted to.

After a moment, Derek kissed his way up her neck and her jawline and back to her mouth. His tongue licked at her lips until she parted them and then it slipped inside to flirt with her tongue.

He pulled his hands from underneath her skirt and slid them up her sides. His thumbs unfolded to caress the undersides of her breasts through her blouse. Penelope groaned softly into Derek's mouth.

Her hands slid down his shoulders and caressed his magnificent biceps. God, he felt amazing, and she couldn't help but undulate her hips against that lovely bulge. She felt one hand start to unbutton her blouse as his other hand rubbed her nipple through the fabric. She moaned in pleasure, this time much louder.

Derek couldn't take it any more, he had to have her. He began to shift her under him. As he turned, his leg gave a very strong twinge and he couldn't suppress a grunt of pain.

"Derek!" Penelope cried, leaping off of him, "Did I hurt you?"

Derek looked at her standing next to the bed. Her face was flushed, her blouse was unbuttoned, her eyes were sparkling, and her magnificent chest was heaving. "In the very best way, baby," he said with a smoky grin.

"Derek!" she scolded, leaning over to thwap him lightly on the shoulder. He took advantage of her closeness to grab her waist and pull her to him. He wrapped his arm around her to hold her there and kissed her again as he reached into her bra and pulled out her breast. She gasped and lurched forward as he pinched her bare nipple. Her hands flew up to brace herself.

Derek grinned inside, he couldn't have planned it better if he'd tried. He'd gotten her off balance to that she was leaning all of her weight on the headboard. If she moved her hands, she would fall on him, and he knew that she wouldn't risk hurting him.

He moved his hand back under her skirt and into her underwear. His long fingers delved into her core. She was slick and oh, so very warm. He pulled his mouth away from her long enough to groan, "You're so wet for me."

Penelope laughed softly and said "I'm always wet for you."

Derek smiled and looked into her eyes as his thumb sought her most sensitive area. When he found her button, she gasped loudly.

He kissed her again and his fingers continued to twist inside her. Penelope thrust her hips forward when he pulled his fingers out to play with her outer core. "Don't tease me, Derek," Penelope said.

Derek grinned as he bent his head down to lick her nipple. "Oh, I am deadly serious." He moved his mouth to her other breast and sucked the nipple into his mouth. He stroked her outer lips with his fingers, enjoying the warm wetness. Penelope gasped when he suddenly thrust his fingers inside and began to pump them in and out of her pussy.

"Oh," she moaned. "Oh, Derek."

Derek nibbled at her breast, alternating sucks and tiny bites as he crooked his fingers inside of her, eliciting more moans. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, "Let me hear you."

Penelope felt her body begin to tingle. She was very close to coming, she just needed a little something. "Derek . . .," she whimpered.

"I got you, baby," he smiled as he suddenly changed the angle of his fingers and began flicking her clit with his thumb.

That was all Penelope needed. She threw her head back and cried, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" as her body shuddered in climax. She slumped forward, surprisingly mindful of not collapsing on Derek. She was grateful for his arm around her waist helping to keep her steady. He held her long enough for her to take her hands off of the headboard and stand on her own.

Derek stared at her next to his bed. He held her eyes as he sucked his wet fingers into his mouth. "Mmmm, good," he whispered. "But I can't wait until I REALLY taste you."

Penelope just blinked at him, eyes slightly glazed, breast out of her bra, skirt pushed up around her waist. It was hot as hell.

"Fuck it," Derek said, starting to get out of bed. "It's worth the two weeks."

Derek moving startled Penelope out of her daze. "No," she cried, "you are supposed to stay in bed!"

"Oh, darlin' " Derek said, eyes smouldering, "believe me, I'm trying."

"Derek!" Penelope scolded. "You have to stay off of your leg!"

He laughed and said "Well, if you would get in this bed, I would!"

Penelope put her hands on her hips, starting to come back to herself. "You stay right there!" she ordered. She pulled down her skirt, and tucked her breasts back into her bra.

Derek watched her hungrily, hands twitching as he sat on the edge of the bed. He wanted to drag her into bed and not come out for weeks, long enough to make good on all of the things that they had threatened to do to each other over the years.

Penelope finished straightening her clothes and smoothed her hair down. "Now," she said primly, "you need to not put any weight on that leg, you may NOT move."

"But-" he tried.

"SO," she interrupted, "if Mohammed can't come to the mountain, then the mountain must come to Mohammed."

"Baby, what are you talking abo-" Derek stopped talking abruptly as Penelope grinned wickedly and gracefully sank to her knees in front of him. She reached out and fingered the bulge in his shorts and her grin got a little larger.

"Lift your hips," she instructed, pushing his shorts down and running her hands over his ass and thighs. His very erect penis popped out eagerly. "Hello, there," she breathed, bending over to flick her tongue over the wetness at the tip.

Derek groaned and closed his eyes. He had fantasized about her in this position for so long, he didn't know if he would last for ten seconds. He groaned again as he felt her fingernails scratch lightly along his inner thighs. His eyes flew open at the not so tender nip at his iliac crest.

He looked down at the gorgeous woman in front of him, who said "I'm doing this for you, so you could at least watch and see how much I'm enjoying it." She winked at him.

Derek laughed and said hoarsely, "If I keep watching you, this won't last very long."

"You let me worry about that," she purred. She began stroking his penis, reveling in the soft texture covering the firm flesh. As she stroked, she nuzzled the crease between his leg and torso, inhaling the musky scent and lapping at the sweat that was collecting there. "Mmm," she murmured. She lifted his penis and ran her flattened tongue up the underside from the base to the tip.

Derek jumped as the tip of her tongue flickered at the divot between the shaft and the head. He sighed as she ran her tongue around the head. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to stand it when she began to swirl her tongue up and down the shaft, like she was licking an ice cream cone. He'd never been this close to coming before his cock was actually sucked.

"Fuck, Penelope," he whispered.

"Not until you're better," she replied.

She nuzzled his cock, dropping little sucking kisses along the shaft. Derek prayed for stamina. He didn't want to act like a 16 year old getting his first blowjob, but he was afraid that he would come as soon as he was in her mouth. A distant part of him wondered if he wanted her that badly, or she was just that good.

His head smacked against the headboard when she suddenly took him in her mouth. He welcomed the slight sting, it might distract him from coming for a few seconds. Her tongue pushed his cock against the roof of her mouth, and the friction of the ridges was incredible.

After a few seconds of that, she bent and sucked his cock in further. He hissed when it hit back of her throat. He half expected her to gag, but when he risked a glance down, she was looking up with amusement in her eyes. She pulled off briefly and said "Oh, baby, did you think that I couldn't handle you? Silly boy." She sucked him back into her mouth with a smile.

Derek's hands clutched the sheets as he concentrated on breathing. He started mentally reciting the stats of the Bears starting line up from 1986. "Jim McMahon, 150 attempts, 77 completions, 995 yards, 8 inter-"

"Holy FUCK!" he sputtered. Penelope had slipped a finger down to tickle the area behind his testicles. His hips bucked forward and he couldn't hold it back any more. His thighs and ass clenched, he arched his back and shot his load down Penelope's throat. After coming for what felt like 10 minutes, he slumped back on the bed like a wet noodle.

He panted for several seconds before opening his eyes to see a very satisfied Penelope leaning over him. "You still with us, sugar?" She asked with a grin.

"Woman-" he started. He couldn't finish the sentence, he just pulled her down to lie beside him. She laughed and snuggled next to him. "You're wearing too many clothes," he murmured after a moment.

"I think I'm wearing just enough clothes," she replied. "You aren't supposed to be exerting yourself, and if I were wearing fewer clothes there would be exertion."

He turned to her and grinned wickedly. "Not if you were on top."

Penelope laughed. "Oh, please! Are you trying to tell me that you would be content to let me do all of the work? Sooooo not your style."

"True," he admitted.

"Anyway, I'd want to see your 'A' game," she said. "Right now, you're on IR."

He sat up and leaned over her, a serious expression on his face. "And exactly when will I get the chance to show you?"