Just a bit of fun. The other one is a little depressing. I decided to turn the structure on its head, hope you like it :) I own nothing :) Hoping for 4 chapters with this :) Love always Becki xox
The sun was just rising, Penelope squinted and took in the strange room she was in. Looking to her left she saw a rather gorgeous looking man soundly asleep... wearing absolutely nothing.
Well done Pen!
She thought to herself. Quietly she wriggled out of this mans bed and grabbed her clothes, pulling on her skirt and tying up her hair, she grabbed her blouse and handbag. Tip toe-ing out of the room she dialed a cab number on her phone and grabbed a pen and piece of paper:
Thanks for last night Mr Sexy! Bye xoxo
She wedged the note under his door. Getting out into the morning air she breathed deeply, the taxi was pulling up, she jogged lightly to it;
'54 Avenue apartments, Smithson Street'
'Alright love'
The lecherous cab driver made no attempt to disguise the fact he was staring at Penelope's cleavage. Penelope coughed and hopped into the back, once in she slipped on her shoes and zipped up her skirt. Looking down at her more than generous cleavage she made sure the girls were correctly in her bra before sliding into her scarlet blouse. Sitting back in the cab she sighed, it was a sunday morning, it must have been about 5am, far too early considering she definitely didn't get much sleep last night, she smiled to herself. She deserved her reputation; Penelope Garcia was a famously good shag and liked to share her talents, if you catch my drift.
20minutes later the cab pulled up outside her apartment, she stumbled out of the back seats and gave the driver 10dollars and ignored his disgusting wolf whistle. She just wanted a hot shower and a change of clothes.
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After a shower Penelope was walking around in a rather flimsy dressing gown, her hair was wet and dripping down her back, her favourite Destiny's Child song was blaring out her radio.
'I don't think you're ready for this jelly' Penelope sang out, shaking her hips and shimmying her shoulders. She continued to dance and sing similarly during the song, she danced her way to her bedroom and began to do a burlesque movement with her dressing gown, sliding it off her shoulders. Loose my breathe was now playing she breathed so heavily on the 'Ah-ah' bit that she missed the sound of a key in the locked and the shout of;
'Pen?'
She continued to sing and de-robe...and this was what greeted a rather shocked Morgan.
Derek was a very good looking FBI agent, however he was not a very good smooth talker ad was not the best at relationships, he was only good at these things with his beautiful and rather 'player-like' best friend. He let out a low whistle at the sight in front of him; Penelope had her silk dressing gown untied and slipped off her shoulders, her hair was wet and her whole body was glistening from the water, she was dancing very dirtily to a very sexual song.
Hearing this whistle Penelope froze, her whole body shivered with fear before remembering the Morgan was coming over for breakfast...and she was late. She gathered up her robe and tightly tied it at the front. she turned around.
'Haye hot stuff, enjoy the show?' She winked and tried to hide her embarassment.
'Oh yes baby girl, I would love to start everyday like this' Morgan teased back.
'Don't tease me sugar' Penelope reached up and kissed him on the cheek 'I'll be back in a minute sweetheart, let me get changed and I will come through and dry my hair, you know where the coffee is babe'
Penelope dashed into the bathroom grabbing the clothes she had laid out on the bed, she lent against the shut door, her breathing was fast and erratic, that man could do things to her from the other side of the country, controlling her breathing she tried to distract herself from her hunk of a best friend. Maybe one day she would realise that she loved him, but where would the fun be in that.
Meanwhile in the kitchen Morgan was equally ragged in breathe and very strained, mentally and physically, he needed to get a grip, sometimes he cursed the fact that his best friend was a sex goddess but then he realised that she was too much fun to curse and definitely to gorgeous not to be around even if they were just friends. Morgan knew he was falling for her, what he didn't know was that he had already fallen and hard.