When Penelope passed by their desks, talking to Prentiss for a moment she sent him a look…actually she sent him i the look /i . The look that clearly told him she'd discovered something, thought of something, or bought something that was going to make him very, very hot.
She gave him the look again, this time over her shoulder as she left and he knew what that meant. He waited a few minutes, tried to be subtle as he walked to the stairs…and then ran down three flights at break neck speed.
"Hey mama," he said all calm, cool and collected by the time he reached her door, "Got something for me?"
She spun in her chair and smiled, a self-satisfied smile, "Oh sweetness, I got something big for you," she said, then lifted her hand. There was a small can in it.
His brown crinkled in confusion, "Hairspray?"
She giggled, "No, actually its condom spray."
His mouth opened, "You…there's no way."
She nodded, "Yes, it took me three different erotic sites online, but I finally found it. It's real, it's on the market, its condom spray," she moved her hand over the can like she was a Price is Right girl showing off a brand new piano.
"Uh, well, good for you," he said finally, trying to back out of the room.
"Hold it right there hot stuff," she told him, "You seem to have forgotten our bet."
"Now, baby girl…"
"I seem to remember," she continued, "watching a certain show and finding out about a lovely little thing called condom spray and then I remember a certain bet in which you told me that there was no way that condom spray was a real thing. Do you remember that?"
He shrugged, "Its sounds mildly familiar."
"And then I said I would find it and you told me that I never would and then we made a bet. If I couldn't find it within two weeks I would admit defeat, go to that horrible football game with you, and let you cover me in whipped cream."
He smiled at the thought, but frowned when she continued speaking, "But if I found it, as I have, in only 2 days, thank you very much, you would admit that I can find anything, take me to the new movie I wanted to see, and try this," she shook the can.
He smiled again, as if trying to appease her, "Listen, baby, I mean you are the best, I admit it and the movie thing totally into that, but I am not putting that thing on—"
"Little Morgan," she supplied smiling. She sighed, "Well, if you really don't want to I suppose I understand. I mean I wouldn't want to welsh on a bet, but hey if you can take it…"
"I don't welsh," he said with a snarl, then he sighed, "Okay, okay I'll do it."
She smiled and stood, coming closer to him, "You know, I might be willing to work whipped cream into our night as well."
He smiled, "You are," he kissed her, "the best girlfriend ever."
She smiled, "Very true, now…." She jiggled the can in her hands, "Shall we?"