"So, how was Paris, Garcia?"
Penelope looked at Morgan and smiled blissfully. "Full of wonderful surprises. Did you enjoy the time with your mother?"
"My sisters spent the entire time trying to set me up with their friends. They were kind of disappointed when I told them you were off the market once more."
She reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "How long have you known?"
"That she liked you? Since before we went to Georgia. I encouraged her to go after you, but I never expected things to move that quickly. Are you happy?"
"Derek, you have no idea how deliriously happy I am. I don't think even the worst unsub could bring me down right now." She picked up her mug and took a sip. "So, do you have a lot of paperwork to catch up on? I know that's how Emily planned to spend today, since there's not a new case for you." He nodded. "Ah, well, have fun with that. I'll need to get back to my office and see if my search for the other team is ready yet."
She got up and made her way to her office. As she shut the door, she noticed Emily curled up on her couch, poring over a report, a mug of coffee in her hand. Emily looked up at her and smiled. "Are they looking for me out there?"
"No, you're still safe. Why did you come up here, anyway?"
"Morgan's been more annoying than usual today. He thinks that since he set me up he can get all the details of our relationship." Penelope laughed throatily, smiling at Emily. "What is going through that head of yours?"
"We give him something to talk about, Emmy."
"I'm not an exhibitionist, Penelope."
"Tell that to the Japanese tour group we possibly scarred for life in the Louvre."
"That was a one-time occurrence, and besides, they were talking pictures. I doubt we scarred them that much."
Penelope sat down next to her. "Come on, it will be fun to try and get a rise out of him." She watched Emily take a drink to try and cover the smile that was creeping over her face. "I hate to use peer pressure, Em, but you know you want to. Join me on the dark side, my love."
Emily leaned over and quickly bussed Penelope's cheek. "All right, we'll do it. Drinks tonight after work, just the three of us. I suppose it will be fun to be a bit wicked for once."
Penelope stood and went over to her computer, typing away on the search engine. About an hour later, she heard Emily leave and out of the corner of her eye, she saw that she had left her stack of files on the floor. Smiling, Penelope turned back to her work, hoping to find a match in CODIS.
Around one, Emily brought lunch in for them. Reid followed her into Penelope's office and joined Emily on the couch. "So, how was Paris, Penelope?" he asked before taking a bite of his sandwich.
"It was probably the most wonderful time of my life. The Louvre was amazing."
"Did you take a lot of pictures?" Penelope coughed a bit and then she swallowed, a slight blush staining her cheeks. "Because I'd love to see them sometime."
"Yes, Penelope, why don't you show us your pictures? I know you mentioned bringing them to work today," Emily said sweetly, smiling at her wickedly. Penelope glared at her as she rummaged through her purse to pull out the photo album. There was no time to pull out some of the more embarrassing photos, and Emily knew that full well.
"We'll have to show these to Morgan tonight as well, Emily, since he hasn't seen them yet," she said as she handed the book over to Reid. Emily glared at her this time, draping her arm around Reid's shoulders.
Spencer became quickly engrossed in the pictures and Penelope used his inattention to her advantage, slowly uncrossing and re-crossing her legs, keeping her eyes on Emily the entire time. She could almost feel the tension rise in Emily as Spencer got closer to the end of the album. "How did you manage to, oh my, um, I'm going to skip over the next few pages," he stammered out, his cheeks a bright red.
"Where did you get those pictures, Penelope?" Emily hissed.
"You missed me exchanging email addresses with them?"
"Since when do you speak Japanese?"
"Look around my office, Emmy. Of course I speak a little Japanese. You pick it up over the years."
Both women turned to look at Reid as he loudly cleared his throat. "These are very nice. Garcia, I'm glad you had a wonderful trip. So, how long have you two been a couple?"
"A few weeks now. It's still a little odd for me, seeing as how my last relationship ended kinda messy."
"I never would have thought Kevin would do something so rash," Emily said quietly, all traces of teasing gone from her face. She reached out and took hold of Penelope's hand, squeezing gently.
"I've not had much luck picking partners. Maybe since you picked me out…"
"Everything will be all right." Emily stood and collected all their papers, putting them in the trash. "I'll be by a little after five to take you with me. The other teams can wait a little for their information from the overnight tech, right?" Penelope nodded and smiled at them, blushing a little when Emily bent to kiss her lightly.
The rest of the day passed so slowly as she tried to focus on her work. She'd finally gotten a hit on her search and had called the team, letting them know who they had found. A little before five, she pulled out her makeup bag and touched up her lipstick. She began to power down her systems and was ready to leave when Emily came knocking.
"Morgan wants to head out to the Rocking Seahorse. Is that okay with you?"
"Sure. Let's blow this popsicle stand, babe." She picked up her purse and followed Emily out. "I'm so glad I drove today. I hold my liquor much better than you do."
"Whatever."
"It's true. You're such a lightweight." They rode the elevator down to the parking garage and got in Esther. Emily gave directions to Penelope, showing her a faster way to get there.
"Remember, we want him to be a little buzzed, not drunk."
"I know, my love, I know. This was my plan in the first place. You need to listen to your own advice, Emmy." Arm in arm, they went inside, Penelope looking out for Morgan. She found him seated in a corner, nursing a beer. Emily took charge and led them over to him. Penelope scooted her chair close to Emily's and set her purse on the floor between them.
"Took you ladies long enough to get her," he said after the waitress had taken their order.
"The best things are always worth the wait," Penelope coquettishly said, smiling at him as she put her arm around Emily's waist. As she watched, Morgan's eyes drifted down to her hand. She splayed her fingers, absently rubbing up and down, brushing up against the underside of Emily's breast. Emily shivered as Morgan took a large swig of beer.
"How about we go back to Penelope's place after this drink?" Emily asked, crossing her arms in front of her. Morgan just nodded, quickly drinking down his beer while they sipped at their drinks. Penelope watched him grow antsier the longer they lingered over their drinks, and she grinned.
Finally, they were finished, and Morgan hurriedly fished out some money, leaving the waitress a generous tip. "I'll follow you home, ladies," he said, an almost desperate note in his voice. Penelope let her eyes slide down his body and could not help but notice the bulge in his pants. Giggling slightly, she took hold of Emily's hand and led her back to Esther.
Once under way, she said softly, "The first rule is look, but don't touch."
"Do you think he'll be able to do that?" Emily asked. "Does he have that much self-control?"
"Do we really want him to? Or do you want to leave him out of our little love game?"
"Honestly? I'd rather it stay look, don't touch."
"Then that's what it will be." She pulled into her parking spot and made her way up to her apartment, Emily trailing behind. Unsurprisingly, Morgan was standing outside her door already, slightly out of breath. She pulled out her keys and opened the door, letting all of them in. Morgan was the last one to enter and he locked the door behind him.
Penelope and Emily turned to face him, their hands entwined. "We have but one rule, Derek, and if you can't follow it, you'll have to leave. You may look your fill, but you may not touch either of us. Do you think you can follow that rule?" He nodded and took a seat in one of Emily's favorite chairs, watching them intently.
Emily turned to face Penelope, kissing her gently. Penelope let her take the lead, following her guidance into the bedroom. As they continued kissing, Penelope heard the chair turn to face them. Suddenly, she was the one who was having second thoughts about this. Yes, she had wanted to get a rise out of Morgan, but was this really the best way to go about it? Then Emily was kissing down her neck, pulling her dress off as she went, and all doubts flew from her mind. The only thing she could focus on was the feel of Emily.
She felt herself being lowered onto the bed, and she wrapped her arms around Emily's neck, pulling her close. Emily seemed full of frenetic energy, driving Penelope to a quick orgasm. When Penelope tried to reciprocate, Emily pushed her back on the bed, teasing her body until she was nearly incoherent.
Penelope heard Emily tell Derek to leave, then felt her collapse on top of her, hot tears splashing down on her face. Penelope reached up and wiped the tears away, only to have Emily bury her face in her hair, clinging to her. "Honey, what's wrong?" she whispered, gently stroking Emily's back.
"I don't ever want to play this sort of game again. I-I love you and I don't want anyone to share in that."
"You love me? Really?"
Emily nodded against Penelope's shoulder. "How could anyone not love you?"
Penelope sighed and held Emily tighter. "I'm sorry. I forced you to do this. I didn't mean to hurt you; I would never want to hurt someone I love."
Emily turned her head and kissed her cheek gently. "Would it bother you if I said that I never want to let you go?"
"No, because I feel the same way."
"Good." Emily wriggled down and laid her head on Penelope's chest, quickly falling asleep. Penelope followed shortly after, a contented smile on her face.