(BODY LANGUAGE)

[a/n: okayyy, so(!) this is my first time writing anything so, erm, graphic as it were, so i really hope it's alright. of course i know that it doesn't even hold a candle to some of the stories i've read, but this sort of thing usually makes me turn beet-red and senseless just thinking about it, so please be kind. also, just a quick note, the title for the story was inspired by the suave musical stylings of QUEEN, and the idea came partially from a joke with a co-worker of mine about erotica fanfiction (or slash), and partially from a dare put to me by someone named andrew (he knew i was shy and said i couldn't do it.) one last thing, i'm sorry it's so short, but that's the way she goes b'y! anyway, on with ze shmut!]

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ANY COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL HERE IN. i merely butterfly kiss them sometimes... ;)

( some of the lyrics from 'body language' by QUEEN)

'..You got red lips
snakes in your eyes
Long legs
great thighs
You got the cutest ass I've ever seen
Knock me down for a six any time..'

...he pinned her against the wall ferociously, his entire being on fire, and captured her mouth in a savagely sinful kiss.

Her first thought was to resist him, but the honey satin-like ecstasy that poured over her by way of pure chemical explosion, melted her judgement and clouded her mind with a thick, hot, and heavy fog. She whimpered slightly as he continued his onslaught, slowly dragging her arms from their position above her flaming red head into the sides of her saucily curvacious body.

As soon as he felt the delicious fortress that was her lips weaken beneath his own questing, hungry pair, he slid his tongue into the thick cream of her mouth.

Her brain electrified on contact. All of her nervous muscles relaxed in an instant. He had her now. She berated herself as a disgracefully traitorous moan escaped her throat.

He would have smiled wickedly if his mouth wasn't so delectably occupied, as it was, he instead began to slow his advances as to draw them out more vindictively.

She began to twist and writhe in the prison of his steady arms and kneed the floor with her high heels. His movements were so incredibly fantasmical that it was a pleasurable torture. Her system couldn't take much more of this intensive pressure cooking. She whimpered louder in a wordless bid for mercy..

but he was having none of that buzz-killing, dream-trashing nonsense. Like a bolt of cunning lightening, he relinquished his hold on her bangled wrists and slipped his hands inside her open sweater-jacket. Once they had found purchase on the fabric just below her arms, he hoisted her furthur up the wall so she was forced to stand on the tips of her toes. When she tried to push him away in protest, he tore himself away from her sumptious lips and began a fresh and much more enthused assault on the blushing skin of her neck.

She gasped in ecsatic horror at his cleverly satisfying ploy. "uh, derrrrrr-ek(!)..", she groaned happily, undone to unravelling as he shifted against her to keep up with her twisting convulsions.

As their now twined heart beats rose to deafening levels, derek quickened the pace of his saultry attacks to match and best them. He slackened his grip on his sex goddess and let her slowly slide down the wall, all the while, letting his greedy hands capture any part of her they so pleased.

Her movements were becoming more uncontrollable and even less involentary. She began to place small, encouraging, nearly breathless kisses along his strong, working jaw-line, on the tips of his burning ears and some rather tangy parts of his forehead. She found that she emensely enjoyed the taste of his flesh, which was a mix of perspiring salts, heat-lightening tang, and the delightful bitterness of the rind off an orange.

Taking her encouragement, he rose to the challenge and began licking and nibbling her intently. She tasted sweet and smelled of mango and nutmeg, and it was slowly driving him crazy, but he tried to keep it cool as his diabolical plan was not yet complete.

Penelope's minds eye burned white-hot as her system began to overload. This was getting ridiculous. She needed to be her own knight-in-shining-armor. Encouraging him was asking for too much of a good thing, she realized. "derek, i- noouuhhhhhh", she whined in blissful frustration as he bit down sensually on one of the most sensitive parts of her neck to shut her up. But she had had enough rough housing for now. If he didn't let up soon, she was liable to pass out from sheer pleasure. "derek(!)" "pleeeee-ase-uh-uh(!)-no!", she almost shrieked out the 'no' with an underlying passionate yes, she started to thrash about slightly, fighting against her own deep lust and also his.

Derek shook his head as he continued to ravage her. The beastly appetite he had acquired for her was not so easily abated.

"Derek!" "i cah-ah-an't-(!)" "shouldn't- shouldn't be(!)- uhn-nuh-nuh-nnuUUHHOOOO!-mhhfm.." he smothered her cries with more fierce kisses, hoping to prolong their shared aroused suffering. He ran his fingers coaxingly through her long, curling hair, wiling her onto the end of her wits. For a few dangerous moments, she lost her resolve. Luckily, she remembered herself just before the abyss swallowed her utterly. "dER-ek.. please(!)- please stop(!)- begging- sweetness(!)- mmhfm(!)" he tried to quite her, but she shook free, "mmf-no(!)" "no more please, i-" her courage waned as he tickled fantastically behind her ears with steamy kisses. "please, derek.." she whispered in meek desperation.

That caught his attention. "does this mean you give in?", he growled in a voice that sizzled erotically with a starving, damnating, hunger.

"yes, yes, for god's sakes, derek, you clever bastard(!)", she conceded impatiently.

"say it!", he demanded rather cruelly.

She hesistated, unwilling to give up so easily now that he had ceased his ruthless actions.

This irritated derek and he charged in with four times his previous ferocity.

"UH!- wait!- i give!- plEEEEASE!- DERRRRR-EKUHHHH!", she screamed, lusciously panic stricken. "MERCY!"

upon hearing her beg whole-heartedly, he released his grip on her immediately and stepped away.

She slumped against the cursed wall, panting furiously and eyeing him rather angrily.

He gave her one last longing, ravenous look before he spoke, "well, that means you owe me a date, princess." and then he turned toward the rest of the team as he walked past them and out the door, "and the rest of y'all owe me 100 bucks from that pool you've been keepin' in JJ's office." he left them all stunned into speechlessness, and none so more then one kevin lynch.

Je fun; erm, i mean, fin

[a/n: just wanted to give a last shout out to my reviewers! i absolutely love hearing what you think! it makes my dreams rain fuzzy kittens :) anyway, if you like this story, please pass it on and spread the joy. if you do not like this story, tell me why and i might fix it or try to convince you otherwise. chow for now, nellia out!]