Apology

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the ideas.

Thank you so much for the response to part one – which has encouraged me to get up and finish editing part two this morning! Don't want to keep you waiting toooooo long!

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Pen pulled Esther up on the drive next to Derek's SUV. She had deliberately taken the long way home, in a muted attempt to compose herself. She wasn't trying just to make some point in vain; she had a new reason to worry about him.

Pen worried about all of her team when they were away, she knew, only too well, what they faced in the field. That was compounded by the fact that she knew how impulsive and emotional her husband could be.

Sure he played the tough, nothing bothers him agent, but she knew him and the impact losing a victim had on him. He would play things over and over again, working out how he could have changed the outcome, what he could have done differently to get there in time. This in turn meant that when he had the chance he would be straight in there, facing the wrath of Hotch afterwards, content in the knowledge that someone was now safe, regardless.

She knew that when she married him, when she promised for better or worse, just praying that the 'til death do us part bit didn't happen until they were both old and gray.

Gracefully she got out of her car, gathered her things and made her way in.

She knew Derek was home, yet the house was dark. She could see a soft light coming from the lounge. Guessing that was where Derek was, Pen dumped her stuff and headed to the kitchen, deciding she needed a drink.

Opening the fridge door she pulled out some juice. That will do she thought to herself. Pouring a large glass, she startled as she heard Derek's deep voice behind her.

"I am I forgiven yet?"

Turning to get a cloth, to mop up the spilt juice, she realised how close he was. It was no wonder they caught UnSubs so well, she swore he had a stealth mode, the way he could creep up on her; his dark form, hovering like a shadow in the moonlit kitchen.

"No," Pen started; resigned to the fact that yet again she was cornered by the amazing man she was proud to call her husband. Not daring to look up at him, she continued, "Derek everything that makes you good at your job makes you the person I love. Your passion, your commitment, your relentless attitude, but that doesn't stop me from worrying. Sat back here, I literally hold my breath, waiting for the call, to know you are OK. I can't stop that, that's me."

Derek gently pulled her into his arms. She let her head rest on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

"I love you, Penelope. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, you know that."

She nodded, knowing that her voice would fail her.

Derek lifted her chin, wiping the solitary tear from her eye with his thumb, before he kissed her softly and sincerely. When he pulled away, he took Pen by the hand, leading her to their bedroom.

. . . .

There was one attribute of Derek Morgan that Pen had failed to list: determination. Right now he was determined to show her how much he loved her, that she was his whole world and that no matter what he was doing she was there, never leaving his thoughts.

They had both suffered losses in their families and he was determined it wouldn't happen to them. He had seen what losing his Dad had done to his Mom; he would never hurt Pen like that, not if he could help.

Leading her to their bed, he lay down beside her, showering her face and neck in feather light kisses. Finally settling back on her lips, letting the pressure build until the kiss became more passionate. He could feel Pen's fingers on his shirt buttons, happily he let her remove his shirt, and then he once again took charge, letting his hands explore her perfectly curved body while he nipped and kiss her neck.

Unzipping her leaf patterned dress; he slipped it off her shoulders, letting his mouth enjoy the freshly revealed skin. Tugging the dress further, until it was gone, Derek kisses down her body, relishing in the hitches in Pen's breath each time his lips brushed a new area.

Inch by inch Derek moved his way back up her body, ready to repeat his success when he removed her underwear. By the time he reached her lips, Pen crashed frantically into his kiss, hungry for more of him. He teased her, as she fumbled for his belt buckle, moving slightly each time she came close to getting it.

"Derek Morgan, if you don't stop I swear I'll . . ."

Penelope never got to complete the sentence as he delved in for another deep kiss, letting his tongue silence her. As he did so, Derek moved her hand up, away from his belt.

"Tonight is about you honey, relax and enjoy," he whispered in her ear.

Sliding his hand up her arm he flicked her bra strap down, following its lead down to her cleavage; he allowed his mouth to outline the lace covering her voluptuous breasts. Peeling the dark lace back, he took her pebbled nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping and her moans built. Removing her bra he lavished the same attention to her other breast; feeling her pushing herself into him, wanting him more.

As Pen hooked one leg around his hip, Derek's hand cupped her ass, roughly tugging away her delicate lace panties. Closing his eyes he tried hard to control his own arousal as he enjoyed every inch of the woman in his arms. Derek knew she had fully given herself to him, that she trusted him and right now he wasn't going to disappoint.

Standing, to remove what was left of his clothes, he lingered on the sight of his naked wife, slightly flushed and breathing heavily. As he knelt back on the bed, he let his tongue trace a path up one of her legs.

As Penelope groaned out his name, he smiled, hearing her use his name in such a way never failed to excite him further.

Penelope was in heaven, pure heaven, her body tingling, all anger dispersed and replaced with love and lust as Derek worked his way closer to her core. Each little lick gaining the smallest amount of ground. She knew that once he finally reached his goal, it would not be long before the fire that was raging inside would be released and blaze through her.

Feeling his lips tease over her soft curls, so close, yet still too far, Penelope couldn't help but push herself up to him. Desperate to have him devour her. He was quick to oblige, licking her harden bud and she wriggle in response.

Scrunching the sheets in her hands Pen tried hard not to lose herself too soon.

"Come for me, baby," he growled, between circles of her swollen clit.

She did as she was told, allowing the waves of pleasure to wash over her, screaming his name as she did so. But Derek didn't stop; he gave her no chance to recover, continuing to consume her, only adding two fingers into her warm wet depth to heighten the sensation.

"Derek," she moaned, breathlessly, "Please"

"No yet, baby girl, not yet," he replied, knowing exactly what she wanted.

Penelope didn't know how long she would last under his latest onslaught, the feeling of his fingers finding that special spot, that no man had ever taken the time to find before, yet Derek could get every time, was leaving her feeling giddy. She was so close, so needy it was almost painful not to have him deep inside her.

"Please," she murmured again.

"Not until you come again," he smiled wickedly, taking pleasure from the control he had over her right now.

Pen knew that wouldn't be a problem, not with the way her body was reacting to his touch.

As she let release come, Derek felt her tighten on his fingers, slowly he withdrew them, replacing them gently with his harden cock.

Penelope couldn't help but gasp, as he inched himself in. No matter how many times she made love to this man, each time felt amazing. Digging her brightly coloured nails into his ass in an attempt to encourage him in deeper, she finally hooked her legs around him as her nails traced up his back, until they reached his neck. Penelope pulled him into a greedy kiss.

Pulling away from her slightly, Derek slid his fingers down to find her clit, wanting her to come with him as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Keeping his other hand on her hip in an attempt to control her, keeping her where he wanted her.

"Open your eyes; look at me," he demanded.

Penelope complied, seeing his dark eyes watching her intensified the moment.

Involuntarily Pen's hips bucked as her walls clamped on him. Derek allowed himself release, leaning forward to cover her in kisses as he did so; breathlessly whispering his love as he reached her ear.

Pen hugged Derek tight, not wanting the feeling to end.

. . . .

The following morning neither wanted to move, Pen rested her head on Derek's chest as her fingers lazily traced his tattoo on his right arm.

"I do take it I am forgiven after last night."

"Yes, sort of," Penelope answered.

"Sort of, what does that mean?" Derek questioned.

He shrugged when he got no reply.

"I still don't understand why yesterday was any different to last week, last month or last year. It wasn't as if it was the first time I took the lead on a raid, Pen."

"You're not the difference. You're you, doing what you do. It's me, I'm different."

Derek lifted her chin, looking quizzically at her.

"I don't understand what you're saying," his voice full of concern, that was echoed in his dark eyes.

"I'm pregnant," Pen finally managed, "I'm scared our baby may not have a Daddy if you carry on the way you are now."

Derek could see the genuine fear in her eyes, as he processed the information she had just given him. Pulling her up to him, he kissed her, deeply.

As they parted, he whispered "I promise I will be more careful, I promise."

There was no way his baby was going to grow up without a father, the way he had had to.

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This ended up being a bit longer then I imagined, but I decided you can rush a good thing! Hope you enjoyed it!