There was this sensation Penelope never had experienced before. Like a fire burning deep down inside her all of a sudden, triggered by Morgan's lips on her. A firework that set off all the other senses in her body and made her forget about everything and anything around them for a moment.

The only important thing right now was his lips against hers. Her arm came up around his neck, pulling him closer, needing more of the sensation created by his magic mouth. His tongue traced her upper lip, making her moan for a moment. He used that moment to shamelessly sneak his tongue inside her hot, wet mouth- deepening the kiss within seconds and pulling her closer. It was a wild mix of passion and desire, love and desperation, heat and longing. And probably another million things they shared and felt but never had admitted to themselves.

For a few moments they stood like this, not wasting a second thought on things other than them. She felt Morgan pull back slightly, resting his forehead against hers and staring right into her eyes. His eyes were dark and deep, causing all sort of confusion and asking a million questions. Her own mind was swarming with questions she needed answered herself.

Was it a mistake? Most likely.

Could something be a mistake that felt so right? But she knew it was wrong because he wasn't free.

Did he regret it? Probably. Oh for sure.

What were they thinking? Probably nothing. Let's blame momentarily insanity.

What was he thinking right now? Probably about his fiancée and what he just did.

Why did they do it actually? Any other question would have been easier to answer.

A million more questions ran around in her mind. To none she had an answer good enough to share with him. And he didn't look like he would have them either.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she suddenly broke the silence, pushing away from him and hiding her face in her hands. She didn't know what else to say, didn't even know how to evaluate this whole situation.

What were they thinking? What was she thinking?

There was no doubt for her that for a moment she wanted him, really badly. Not just as a kiss but to properly make him hers and hers alone. And she knew, knew that he was engaged, had a fiancée waiting back home. She didn't necessarily have to like her, but it was a fact she couldn't and wouldn't ignore.

Penelope babbled on "I … I don't know what came over me, I just ... and you … and we … I seriously, … I just … I don't even know …" she stuttered, looking desperately for words, for anything to explain this, to make any sense out of this. And failed. She couldn't even look Morgan in the face. She felt so embarrassed, that she gave in so easily, that he just … was there, a bit too close for her to ignore it any longer.

And yes, she had been in love with him probably forever, had longed for her to be the one-night stand he would take home. She really wasn't one of these girls that believed in changing a guy. She just … needed one night and it all would have been good. Well at least for the moment. Anything after that? Who knew.

But when he became engaged to Tamara 'a-stick-up-her-ass' Barnes, she forgot about everything. It was a done deal. He became engaged and she moved on. Well, at least so she thought. After what happened just now she wasn't so sure anymore.

Still running at the mouth she went on because she couldn't think of what else to do but keep apologizing until maybe this would all disappear like it had never happened at all. "I'm sorry. So sorry. I don't know what came over me. I guess … I shouldn't have had that last Gin and Tonic … or the three before that for a matter of fact."

She was talking so fast anyone would have trouble keeping up with what she said.

Looking finally up at him and seeing his still confused expression she knew she had screwed things up. The next thing she knew she was turning around and searching for an escape route. It didn't matter where she went. She just had to get away from him and fast.

Penelope had never really run away from anything in her life. She didn't even run away from Becca earlier tonight. No matter how much she had wanted to several times during the evening. Penelope Garcia was the kind of person that tended to face her demons and issues. But right now running seemed like the best and honestly only solution.

How she could have let that evening come to something like this she could not understand. First he was her boyfriend, then suddenly her fiancée- who talked without any problems of not existing future plans with the arch enemy from the past. She told him the story she hadn't shared with anyone until now about her dreadful prom night and then basically fell into his arms, kissing him. Kissing Derek Morgan. Who was engaged. To freakin' Tamara 'uptight and stiff' Barnes.

Oh, boy, had she messed things up. There was no way she could turn things around again. Even if she blamed the alcohol, or other circumstances, like emotional turmoil, she had a feeling that things between her and Morgan would be awkward for a while at least. If not even different forever.

Running back into the building, she decided it was the less of two evil. It was either facing Morgan or facing the others again. And right now … she would prefer the company of Becca and the others more than being around Morgan. She would just give him some space, let his mind wrap around tonight and maybe, just maybe, she would come up with an amazing explanation as of why it had happened. Maybe even an explanation that would convince her to believe it was something else than pure, deep and yearlong pent up longing. Just maybe.


A/N: Don't hate me, okay? I know people were hoping for something slightly different, but patience is a virtue, so they say =)