A/N: No idea where that came from, seriously. It just sat in my head and wouldn't leave. Just something that makes you guys hopefully smile. Not beta'd, decided I didn't want to bother my awesome beta with something that has less than 400words.
Disclaimers: They are obviously not mine, I just borrow them to play and then return them. Also ... the expression 'sexual nepalm' is courtesy of John Meyer. He used it in some interview a while back and it somehow stuck with me...
Penelope and Derek had been dating a bit over four months. They had started sleeping which each over a little more than three months ago. And for Penelope it was … outstanding. Awesome. Amazing. Breathtaking. Fantastic. Toe-curling. Stupendous. Terrific. Incredible. Unbelievable. Mind-blowing. Phenomenal. Simply astonishing.
She knew long before they were dating that her dear boyfriend was sex-driven, who just needed it. As simple as that. But the amount of their sexual activities surprised even her and she had been used to a lot before already. She had always known that he was for sure not one of these 'once a week' kind of guys like Kevin had been, but that he would exceed her expectations by that far was even for her a surprise. It wasn't just what he did, but also how he did it. And Penelope had to admit, for the first time in her entire life she was sexually completely satisfied, which was a whole new experience for her.
At some point during her life she had always assumed that maybe she just had to high expectations or was anatomically screwed up, that it simply was not possible for a guy to satisfy her the way she needed it. A challenge Morgan rose up to, and passed with flying colors. And he didn't even seem like he tried too hard.
The moment they got together it was like an explosion. Or rather a detonation. Like 'sexual nepalm'. Nothing could stop them to find completion. Nothing at all. Not even underwear slowed them down. By now Penelope could more or less threw each pair of panties away she wore on a night she meet with her chocolate God of a boyfriend, because Morgan was too impatient to peel them off, but rather ripped them off her.
The number of discarded panties grew each day, and there was nothing Penelope would ever want to do to stop him from doing it. If it meant she could have him sooner, this was the smallest price to pay. It became something like a new favorite pastime of Penelope by now to go and by underwear.
One-hundred-and-nine they had managed to go through so far. Number growing.
FINIS