"Oh God, yeah," she was screaming, writhing under him, arching up, further into the sensation, trying to capture every last moment of this pure bliss. She knew she was close, but so was he. He was an artist, that was for sure. The things he could do to her body, her emotions, her everything was beyond believable. The pleasure he could make her feel, bring onto her was earth shattering. And so was every orgasm he got out of her.

Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, there were sweat pearls forming on her forehead. He loved this image of her. Her mascara was slightly smudged and her button down dress still partly on her. They had been so hot for each other they didn't even manage to get fully out of their clothes. As always.

His hands moved down her body, caressing her soft, heated skin, until they found their ways between their bodies and her legs eventually, searching for that little nub of pleasure and rubbing softly against it with his thumb. The reaction was instantaneous, so was the increase in volume of moaning and groaning.

A moment later she found release. He followed shortly after, collapsing against her spent. They lay like this for a moment until he felt her move under him. He rolled off of her, wanting to drape his arm around he but she had already left the bed.

"What are you doing?" he asked, rolling on his side and looking at her, watching her looking through the room.

"What does it look like, my Adonis?" she laughed softly, bending to pick something up from the floor.

"Like you don't seem to really like this big, warm, comfy bed?" he asked, patting the spot next to him at which Penelope just laughed again.

"Oh trust me, Hot Stuff, I do. But I need to go…" she answered, grabbing both her stilettos from the floor and walking towards the door. Morgan got up quickly and followed, not caring that he was naked.

"You always need to go. Where's the rush, Baby Girl? Is it so bad to spent just one night here? With me?" he asked curiously at which she turned around and walked a few steps towards him again.

"Derek, baby, you know how it works. That's what we … do. What we agreed on doing. It's … sex, nothing else. I get off, you get off and afterwards … I leave. It's nothing more, nothing less. Just … stringless sex, without commitment, promises or any of that. That was the deal…" Penelope explained, before bending forwards slightly and pressing her lips against his cheeks.

"It was your deal," he mumbled with a pout at which Penelope just laughed.

They had been over this so often. Bringing a hand on his cheek she stroked it softly. "We both looked for something short-lasting, something that wouldn't tie us to anything, anyone. With me after Kevin … this was what I need and with you and your job, it is what you need when you just need a quick release from all the darkness and badness you see all day long. It is a win-win situation, we both agreed on this. And we both agreed that this would never lead to anything more since … well, we are we. We just wouldn't work out as more."

Morgan just nodded at her comment, not agreeing but knowing this was a lost battle. They had been over this so often he had lost count. For six months this is what they had been doing, meeting up – usually at his place – and just having a go at each other. In the beginning it was fun and good, but he had somehow expected this all to turn out differently by now. Yeah, he had agreed to the conditions, but only because he thought along the way he would get his way – something she didn't know about – and move this all towards a different direction. One that was more in regards of 'commitment' and 'relationship'. But as he had to learn over the course of the last six months this was more or less a dead end. Penelope just … didn't see them moving there, although she never really could explain to him why she didn't.

"I just got out of a relationship, I don't have any desire of rushing right into another," she always said whenever he started another discussion.

"We've been doing this for six months, you can hardly call this 'rushing'", Morgan argued, at which she usually just looked at him for a moment.

That is how it was and that's how it always ended. She left his place, he went back to bed, wishing she would be laying still next to him. He knew this could go further and he knew they could work out. That they probably would be fabulous together, if only she would see it and give them a chance as well instead of wondering and doubting. If she'd just give them a shot. And maybe, just maybe, it was time for him to make a move towards a different direction. For both of them.