A/N: Another ONESHOT. What can I say? I seem to be inspired to write oneshots, whereas I am a bit stuck with my multi-chapters. This is all very fluffy, kinda, just a bit of angst, but mainly fluff. This story was mainly inspired by a picture Kirsten Vangsness put on twitter the other day, in which she photographed Shemar Moore shaving. I found it kindahot to be honest ...
This story also marks my 30th fic for Morgan/Garcia actually. In less than a year. 10 months to be exact. Wow, I definitely don't have a life. =)
They had been best friends for a longer time than either of them could remember by now. And there had been only few situations ever that got them by surprise, but today … certainly was one of them. In retrospective at least. A lot of people would probably argue otherwise, saying this had been a long time in the making, but neither Penelope nor Morgan knew or wanted to hear anything about that. There had always been rumors. Rumors that they had more going on, were going out, hell, even slept with each other. But that's all they were: rumors. They never went anything further than friendship.
When Penelope was shot, Morgan was there for her. Day and night. For at least two weeks. When he was shot – although it was just a graze - she returned the favor, practically living with him for two weeks. When he broke his arms three weeks after that, she was back as well. Her boyfriend of course didn't appreciate the fact that she was now spending more time with Morgan than him and told her she should maybe be thinking of cutting contact to Morgan all together, a suggestion that didn't stick with her too well in return. They had split by now, so that wasn't an issue anymore anyway.
When Morgan had his arm broken he was more or less helpless, although he didn't want to admit it. And she surely wouldn't push for it. She knew it, she knew he knew it, who needed words to confirm what both knew?
So with him being helpless and more or less at her mercy – a thought she certainly liked a lot – she took over basically all in Morgan's daily routine and made sure he wouldn't overdo it On good days she allowed to make it as far as the couch and the TV, on bad days he wasn't even allowed to leave the bedroom.
"You do realize that I have an arm broken, right? No major surgery, no broken leg. The doctors said I should just keep it easy with my arm for a while but at no point did they say to stop all kind of activity all together," Morgan complained to her ever so often, but she just ignored it. During that time she also took over shaving for him, which was in the beginning a rather awkward situation. Strangely enough, despite having been so close and sometimes even inappropriate with each other for such a long time her issues were also with the closeness the daily shaving brought on. It all just felt … to domestically, like that one barrier that was there and neither wanted to cross. But seeing that he is right handed, and broke his right arm and neither he nor she liked the full beard much she just got on with it and took in that daily routine as well. With quite a few advantages as she had to admit.
It was a routine that now had made its way into their friendship. So whenever she was over at his, spending the night because it had gotten late again and he refused to let her pay for a cab unnecessarily – especially when he had more than enough room in his house – the next morning they would end up in his en-suite bathroom and he'd let her take care of that daily duty. He usually wouldn't let anyone touch that particular part of him, even less so with a razor in hands. But with Penelope it all was different. He trusted her blindfolded with his life.
So that's how they got what they had been doing now. Him sitting on the cold bathroom counter and her standing in between his parted legs, spreading shaving foam generously all over his jaw and cheeks, from ear to the other.
"You know, you look a bit like Santa Claus. The hotter version of him actually," she laughed, while getting everything else ready to start.
Morgan laughed at her comment as well, not able to say anything since Penelope was still working his upper lip region with more shaving foam. Every time she touched his face again, there was this little tingle he felt all over his body, her long fingers stroking over his skin.
"What would you do if I just shave it all off?" Penelope asked after the first few strokes.
"I would never let you lay a hand on me ever," he snickered softly, seeing how she looked at him.
"You seriously think you, of all people, would be able to deny me?" she asked with a smile, before adding "I mean, after all you are always all over me. And then you think you'd be strong enough to stay away?"
"Hey, who's been denying who for all these years?" Morgan asked turning his head to the left so he could give her better access to work with the razor.
"Only because I know, you'd be ruining me for any other guy that would follow," she argued with a smile, finishing the right side of his face.
"Who said anything about other guys? Once I would have you I'd keep you," Morgan smiled at her, turning his head back slowly and looking at her.
Penelope who had just started on his left cheek lost thought for a moment, mainly due to the seriousness in his voice and how he had just said that last sentence. And then it happened…
"Ouch," was the next thing she heard from him, and before she even got around looking what it was, she saw it. The blood flowing over her hand slowly, before dripping onto the brown-yellowish stone of the counter.
Penelope let the razor fall to the floor instantly, shocked about the blood on her hand and next to Morgan and grabbed a towel, pressing it against his cheek.
"I'm … so, so sorry, Hot Stuff, " she started, feeling the blush on her cheeks. "For one second I was … and then…" she stuttered, seeing how the white towel slowly got soaked in blood. "And you were just …" she started again, but was interrupted when she felt his hand on hers, making her look at him.
"Baby Girl, breathe." That was all he said for a moment and a soft smile followed. "It is okay. It happens," he tried to argue, but didn't see any change in her posture.
"I … just … and then …" she started again, at which Morgan moved slightly towards the edge of his bathroom counter, wrapping his bare legs around her and pulling her towards him. "Hey hard head," he started in a soft voice, making sure he got her attention. "It's okay, no worries. It is just a cut. Happened to myself more than enough when I was a teenage boy, leaning the hard way how to go about this."
Penelope had to smile about the image of a teenage Derek Morgan, getting the ropes of how to go about shaving. A thought that had her mind go anywhere else than the blood on her hand and the bloody towel she still pressed against his cheek.
"I bet even then you were handsome," she snickered, getting a laugh out of him in response.
"Well, if you consider 5'3" and being slender and rather skinny handsome, I guess I was," he smiled back, getting of the counter and moving in behind her, letting the towel fall to the floor.
"Hmmm… I bet the girls were still all over you," Penelope laughed, not able to believer that her best friend, womanizer Derek Morgan, had ever had a hard time in High School.
"Oh, trust me they didn't give me the time of the day," he laughed, moved in closer and opened the tab.
"Oh, they probably regret that now, seeing you," she replied, getting another laugh from him, while he grabbed her hands and held them under the soft spray of warm water, lathering them with soap and washing the blood away on her hands.
"No idea. Maybe," he answered modestly, in a soft, quiet voice. "The only woman I actually care for what she thinks is already here with me…"
At that Penelope turned around, looking at him questioningly. He said things like that all the time to her, but lately… it all had a very different sound to it. More sincere and seriousness, but still with a soft undertone of teasing. It was hard for her to explain it, but it was all just different.
She lifted her head up slightly, looking at him still with a quizzical expression, when all of a sudden she noticed him move forward, pressing his lips softly on hers and kissing her. They stood like that for a moment, with Morgan just kissing her and her not being able to respond. Too many questions were running through her head, too many thoughts. And just when she wanted to respond, he was gone again. As quick as he had started it.
"I'm sorry," he muttered shocked, taking a step back, not looking at her. "I shouldn't … it was completely off limit. You are with Lynch and- " he kept on babbling, but wasn't able to finish when he was stopped by Penelope. Or rather her lips on his.
He was surprised first, surprised about her action, her eagerness once he felt her arms coming around his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss and into her body, until there was no space between their bodies.
They stood like this forever, exploring each other in that kiss, loosing themselves in it as well. It felt like the world all of a sudden stopped around them, like time stopped and they were the center. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek with one, while his other one leisurely rested on her hips. It was all melding together, the years of dancing around each other, thinking the other one would never take that step further, the passion and heat, love and desire for one another.
Morgan pushed Penelope slightly back, against the counter, attacking her lips with force, pulling her down with him in this spiral of passion and heat, hunger and want, need and desire. They lost each other in that kiss and seconds turned to minutes, which turned to hours, which ended in forever.
Pulling back breathlessly after a while, Morgan looked at Penelope and needed to laugh for a moment. The image in front of him just was too cute. Her lips all red and softly swollen from the kissing, there were several spots of shaving foam that were still left at certain parts of his face and had now transferred to her. Her hair was a bit messy and there was a huge grin plastered all over her face.
Wiping some shaving foam from her cheeks and nose with his thump he smiled at her, not sure for a second what just happened. Lynch came to mind for a moment, and admittedly, it was probably the least favorite of what he wanted to think of at this moment, but it was on his mind. Having her in his arms was a dream come true.
He wanted to tell her so much, so many things but didn't get really anywhere, since he couldn't help himself and lean forward again, capturing her lips in another sweet and soft kiss, enjoying every single second and every passing moment. It was like a dream come true, the final happy ending he had been waiting for since so long.
After a while he felt Penelope stir in his arms, removing her lips from his, drawing back slowly.
"I think … I better go now," she all of a sudden announced, shocking Morgan. Didn't she want this? Was he wrong?
"I … I'm sorry, if I pushed you anywhere. I thought… but… was I wrong?" he asked unsure. She did kiss him, right? He hadn't imagined it.
"You didn't push me anywhere, mon chér. Not yet at least and not into the direction I was hoping for," she smiled wickedly at him.
Morgan needed to smile at that comment, relieved.
"Then why leave? I could push you towards that bed you seem to hope for," he grinned, getting another laugh from her.
"I need to get home. I don't have any clothes here and I also promised JJ to meet her and JJ for lunch, which will be in like an hour. So if I want to make that … I should leave now," she answered, looking slightly apologetic. "If I had known that's how my day would turn out, I wouldn't have made these plans," she smiled at him.
"Well, then cancel them, " he suggested smiling, at which Penelope had to laugh once more.
"Yeah, that would be so not suspicious when I cancel an hour before our meeting."
"Sooner or later they will find out anyway. Because there is no way I will hive you up now that I have you," he said softly, kissing her once again. He just couldn't get enough of her already.
She left his statement unmentioned and stroked her fingers softly over the cut. "I'm sorry," she mumbled softly, pressing a chaste and soft kiss on his cheek.
"I'll call you later, Hot Stuff. Once I am over with this lunch," she smiled, moving already slowly back, not really wanting to part. But she had promised JJ and Emily that lunch since ages and always something came up last minute. Mainly due to cases that came up last minute.
Yes, today certainly hadn't worked out as planned all together. And some things were just meant to be.