A/N: Couldn't let Christmas go by without some M/G lovin'! This is a follow up to my one shot, Mistletoe & Morgan. Although it was written two years ago, it was just one year ago in this story. You don't have to read it, but I do think it'd be more fun for you if you did!

Enjoy! (Thank you for the prompts, Sara! I hope you like with I did with them.)

Prologue (The Resurrection of the Chocolate Chip Cheesecake Incident)

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away…

If Hilary Duff was right in front of her, Penelope Garcia probably would have punched the poor young woman right in the face. As if she didn't think about Derek enough (especially on the day of the F.B.I.'s annual holiday party) this bitch had to sing about it!

Although, in all fairness...she hadn't actually given him her heart. Just a bit of a kiss on the mouth. Could a 'bit of a kiss' make your thighs quiver? She wasn't sure anymore…in fact, she wasn't sure about anything.

Derek had gone on his merry frickin way, acting like nothing had ever happened. As if he'd never kissed her (ok…so she'd kissed him.) But she sure as hell hadn't made her own toes curl, dammitt! And then he'd—

She looked down at the plate that was unexpectedly placed in front of her, and then at its carrier.

She couldn't help but grin at her best friend. Yes, she was miffed about the year that had gone by without another kiss, but he didn't need to know that! As far as he was concerned, she was still just 'good ol' Penelope, Best Friend Extraordinaire.' Happy go lucky as she'd always been. This was, after all, a season of merriment. And they were at a Christmas party. "For me?" she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes in a teasing manner.

"Who else would I give chocolate chip cheesecake to?" he asked, that disarming grin still on his face. "Isn't that our thing?"

"Yes," she agreed with a smile. "That's our thing."

"Oh," he said, placing a drink down in front of her. "Try it with this."

"What's that?" she asked, pointing to the fancy glass filled with the pale pink cocktail.

He took the stool next to her and held up a fork. "It's called an 'Angel's Delight,'" he informed her.

"What's in it?" she asked with a frown as she stared suspiciously at the glass.

"Gin," he answered.

"Gin?" she repeated. "Anything else?"

"I'm sure there is, but I have no idea what," he admitted with a wink. "I only ordered it because it reminded me of you." He reached out his free hand and ran his index finger across her bottom lip. "It's pink, it's creamy…and rumor has it…" His lips lifted, widening his grin. "It's absolutely delightful."

Penelope abruptly snagged the fork form his other hand and scooped a large piece of cheesecake into her mouth before he saw her panting. For God's sake, if he was into pink and creamy…well, suffice it to say she had something else that would fit that bill! And she was more than willing to give him a taste!

If only he'd ask...