A/N: For the purpose of this story we will assume that Morgan's birthday is on Feb 14. I could not find any source that actually states any date at all. And I swear I wanted to write something sweet, cute, fluffy, lovingly, but somehow my mind had other plans - as usual. Happy Valentine's Day everyone.
Becoming 40 was definitely not a big deal for him. It was just another number, another year older, but it wasn't as if he felt any different all of a sudden. And he certainly didn't understand all the fuss some people made about it. As if life would end the moment you are 40. Okay there was this certain pressure: that Morgan should maybe, at some point, consider settling down. Start a family. Have a less stressful and dangerous job and life. But right now he didn't feel like any of this was anywhere in the near future for him.
No, his birthday definitely wasn't as important to him as it seemed to others. Especially Penelope, who seemed to go insane about it. But that could also have been Valentine's Day since his birthday fell on February 14.
Entering his house, he threw the keys on to the table next to his door and was about to switch on the light when he felt hands covering his eyes all of a sudden.
It took him only a second to know that he wasn't walking in on a burglar, but rather Penelope. There was something about her hands that was just unique. He couldn't place it, just… something was there that made him know right away it was her.
"That's a surprise," he laughed, feeling how she pushed him softly further inside the house.
"You have no idea," he heard her say, a smile in her voice and suddenly her hands were replaced with something silky. A scarf or even a tie. With her everything was possible. And Morgan definitely liked where things were going. For now.
He felt her moving them further, step for step, until she stopped them, turning him around and pushing him down.
"Sit, there is a chair right below you," she explained, pushing him into the chair.
He could feel his hands being moved, his arms being pulled back and suddenly he felt like yet again something silky was brought in, being tied around his wrists so that they were secured behind the chair. He knew if he just yanked his arms slightly then the knot she tied would have given in, freeing him, but for now he played along, because he was curious to see what she had planned and where things would head.
He felt her hands suddenly at the back of his head, fiddling with the knot to untie the blindfold. He had to blink a few times when the scarf was removed, taking in the soft, spare light coming from one of the corners.
And then he looked at her, standing in front of him, as gorgeous as always. They had this thing going on between each other, where Morgan wasn't sure what it actually was. It wasn't just sex, but it wasn't dating either and somehow 'friend with benefits' was not really appropriate either. They never spoke about it, never discussed what it was that they actually did, they just did it.
Tonight she was wearing a black and white polka-dot dress, her hair in a pony tail with the tips being bright pink and deep red high heels. Some that looked rather uncomfortable to him.
She stood in front of him for a moment, before taking a few steps towards him, her heels touching the wooden floor the only sound that could be heard.
She smiled down at him mischievously, before leaning down and pressing her lips against his. He wanted to cup her face, take control of the kiss and feel her warm skin under his touch, letting his hands trail along her body. But with both his hands tied to the back of the chair she was in complete control and he could feel she definitely enjoyed it. Maybe even a bit too much.
She released his lips from the feverish, wet kiss, turning around and walked back a few steps, picking up a remote control before turning around again to face him.
A few moments later music filled the room and Penelope started moving her hips lazily. The fabric of his jeans all of a sudden seemed a lot tighter. And became even tighter with every move she made.
He had no idea how far she would take this, what was ahead and for how long, but he certainly would enjoy it for as long as he could.
He could see her hands moving, slowly – too slowly for his taste – to her hair, releasing the elastic band and letting it fall down, over her shoulders.
Next he saw her hands travel to one side of the dress, and her hands moved as if slowly unzipping the dress. She held his gaze, her smile growing wider with each beat and each inch the zipper moved down.
Every now and then he could see her taking a few steps towards him, but never coming too close, probably knowing that if she did, the silk scarf securing Morgan to the chair wouldn't have been there for long. It took him already all the will power he had to not just release himself from his ties and walk over to her, making sure she knew what her little show did to him. But judging by her bright expression she most likely probably already knew anyway.
When Penelope finally pushed the zipper down enough for the dress to slide over her hips, she turned around, stepping out of it and gave Morgan a wonderful view on her in black lace covered backside.
He knew there had been moments in their 'relationship' when she had doubted his love for her, her gorgeousness and the fact that he had always described her as beautiful. It wasn't that she herself didn't think she was, she just thought that when being compared to her predecessors who all seemed to have the same attributes in common: Tall, slender and gorgeous.
But looking at her right now, she had overcome these insecurities, at least for the moment, standing in front of him, head held high, proud and sure of herself, dominating him in this moment in more than one way.
She turned around again, giving him another great view. This time of her gorgeous breasts, being covered in black lace as well. The smile on her lips telling him she knew right now exactly what she wanted tonight. And right now her 'present' beat any Birthday and Valentine's present he'd ever received. By far.
He saw her coming closer again, standing in front of him with her knees touching his. Looking down at him, he suddenly could feel her hands moving up and down his chest. And despite him being still dressed, he could feel her fingers as if they buried trails down his chest. She unbuttoned his shirt, letting it hang loose and open, before her fingers finally touched his skin.
The moan he let out the moment he felt the contact made her chuckle. He closed his eyes and let her continue with whatever she wanted to do. With a bit of luck this would get better in just a few seconds, seeing where her fingers traveled next.
They moved slowly down his chest, pinching his nipples softly and dipped in his belly button, circling it a few times as well, before slowly gliding further down. When he felt her fingers working the button of his dress pants, he couldn't stop the smile on his lips becoming larger with each second that passed by.
He had closed his eyes a while ago, enjoying fully what she did to him and his body, and when he heard his pants being unzipped he found himself wondering how to get Penelope to do this kind of a surprise way more often.
"Open those gorgeous eyes for me, my Adonis," he heard her whispering in a low and sulky voice. And how could he not comply to a command like that?
He saw her smiling at him, bending over and could feel her hands move again. But instead of moving the fabric of his trousers out of the way, he felt her hands travel down his legs, resting on his knees for a while. He watched her how she moved her face away from his, her smile growing even bigger, before he could feel the little pressure she put on his knees, before parting them ever so slowly, keeping her hands resting on his knees. And then he saw her moving down between his legs, bending her knees slightly.
Morgan closed his eyes, the images of possible actions from her flashing in front of his inner eye and making him smile in anticipation of what was ahead of him.
"Morgan," he heard her say, but somehow it didn't sound like the moan he had expected. It was more like someone was yelling at him.
"Morgan," he heard it coming again and he decided to open his eyes, finding himself … in the office, with Prentiss and Reid looking at him expectantly.
It had been a dream, a fantasy about his best friend, nothing else.
"You've been miles away," he heard Emily comment and saw the smile on her face. "And what's with that creepy smile?"
'You have no idea how far I've been.'
"You okay?" Reid asked.
"Yeah, just drifted off there for a moment, didn't really get much sleep lately," he explained and added silently 'especially with these dreams coming to me at night'.
"So we're still on for tonight? Your birthday drinks at 'Dante's'?"
"Sure, still on. Why would I change that?"
"Good, I'll let Garcia know."
This would be a long night. Very long.