A/N: Alright, let Penelope's confusion begin. =)
Her migraine returned during the night. She didn't know what hit her, but all off a sudden she was running for the bathroom, knocking Morgan nearly out of bed, who had been sleeping next to her. That was the compromise they had ended up agreeing on. As always. They tended to argue about who would sleep where when over at his, but ended up sleeping in the same bed at the end every time. She didn't even know why they argued anymore. It was clear that this was what they would always agree on anyway. And she liked it. She liked waking up in the middle of the night, feeling Morgan's arms wrapped around her, holding her head close to his heart, having his legs tangled with hers and sharing a certain comfort. She loved that both of them were comfortable enough with each other to end up like this and have no problem with it at all.
With Kevin she rarely ended up like that. When it came to bed antics Kevin and Morgan were complete opposites. Kevin liked his side of the bed and preferred for her to stay on hers. There was no contact between them during the night at all and sometimes she felt like she was stuck in 10 years of bad marriage already- despite him and her only dating. Morgan was all for full contact. The closer and tighter they were wrapped up in each other the better she sometimes thought. And they were only best friends.
Of course when she flew out of the bed she woke Morgan up, within seconds, not that she cared much in this very moment. Her migraine had become better during the day, probably mostly due to Morgan's intensive taking care of her. On the opposite hand, she hadn't heard much from Kevin, who left her this morning all on her own, without even a word of acknowledgment. When Morgan had told her sooner he replaced her until she as back to strength she wasn't sure what to say. She hated it if someone else than her was working on her systems or screwing up her babies.
She was just sinking down on the cold tiles of Derek's bathroom when she all of a sudden felt a warm hand stroking softly over her back and a few seconds later the man himself leaned over her, handing her a can of coke.
Taking the can she stared at it for a moment suspiciously.
"It helps settle the stomach…," he explained to her.
"Cupcake, I don't have stomach issues, it's my damn migraine that's causing all this," Penelope defended and watched how her best friend took the can from her and opened it, holding it up against her lips.
"I don't care what it is. Just … try it, baby, okay? For me? I mean it can't get any worse now, can it?" he asked, puppy eyes completing the pleading look.
Reluctantly she took the can, taking a few sips, seeing Morgan's triumphant expression. If it made him that happy.
She watched him get up and took a few more sips from the drink he handed her, before she took the hand he all of a sudden offered for helping her to get up, pulling her somehow a bit forceful and right into his arms, against his chest.
"And now I get you back into bed," he announced, smiling widely at her and making her laugh.
"Admit it, that was the whole idea all along. You getting me finally in your bed," Penelope answered back, a smile on her lips that matched his.
He stopped them for a moment and looked down on her. "Finally?" he asked astonished. "As far as I can remember Í had you in my bed for the last couple of years, not my fault you were able to resist all my tries in ravishing you."
"Maybe you just have to try harder. Or is that all you can bring?" Penelope teased, noticing Morgan's grip on her tightening. She knew she probably should make a run for her life now, before it was too late and took off, getting out of Morgan's embrace and running quickly away. Not quick enough, since Morgan leaped after her with laughter and tackled her in full flight, making them both land on the bed tangled up in each other all over again. Full contact, as always. He straddled her again, starting to let his hands roam all over her body, tickling until she laughed tears and had problems breathing.
Penelope never understood how he did it. How he made her go from feeling crappy and bad to just so wonderful and good. Just a moment ago she had her head hanging over the toilet bowl, losing the little food she had managed to take in over the last few hours, feeling like crap and wanting nothing more than to return to bed and bury herself under layers and layers of sheets and duvets and comforters. Now she felt like she never wanted to stop being silly and childish, fooling around with Morgan, her partner in crime. And it felt good. She never had anything like that with Kevin. Everything was always so serious and uptight. And when he wanted to be silly she wasn't in the mood or it was plain stupid.
Yes, things with Morgan were definitely different in a lot of ways. And maybe she should stop comparing them. Otherwise she would end up with her mind going to places it definitely shouldn't go. Like the perfection Derek Morgan was in general, all well built and sculptures, with muscles that could only be described as impressive. And he was smart, not Reid smart, but smart in his very own, very gorgeous way, knowing his way through life and to people's hearts. His way of flirting could only be described as an art. No cheesy, dumb pick-up lines. Plus he had a heart of gold. Penelope knew for a fact that the whole tough FBI agent image was just that, an image. She knew Morgan better than probably anyone and knew that Morgan was a very attractive combination of tough guy, alpha-maleness and softy. Although the later Morgan would always deny when being asked. Or maybe he was just like that to her. Not that she minded.
Kevin … was none of that. Apart from the softy, but more in a rather annoying way. She didn't mind all his ideas he had and tried to surprise her with, but what she couldn't deal with was the pissy mood he had all of a sudden when Penelope couldn't make it, or had other plans. But that was something Penelope got used to over the years. The fights between them about her being too committed to her job and the team and especially Morgan. Kevin once even went so far as to accuse that she was so committed that she would even stop in the middle of sex if the BAU needed her. Not that there was much to regret when it should need to get interrupted.
