AN: It should go without saying that I am feeling bad for how long this takes, but I did warn you :) I have to admit, I reached a point in this storxy where I have no idea where I am going, what will happen next, or how many chapters are yet to come. For all I know I could end up with 400 chapters, them having hot and steamy sex in every other chapter and then move to Mongolia - no, I don't think at least two of these won't happen. But maybe they will, who knows? i know this one is quite a short chapter and apologies, my muse has not been very co-operating and I admit, with the last chaoter I wrote myself in a bit of a corner.
By the way... I started a poll on my profile, asking whether people would like to see any other of my oneshots if you thought one of my other Oneshots should be getting a second part (or more) and such... please feel free to drop by and cast your vote
A moment after his extensive explanation of what was on offer, Derek Morgan wrapped his arms around Penelope once more and kissed her softly. Nibbling at first, as if he was still testing and teasing, their kiss and its intensity changed a few moments later, starting a battle for domination and a dance of tongues. Neither Penelope nor Derek really cared that they were still in the coffee shop and really hadn't moved an inch.
When they came up for air again, Penelope looked at him for a moment, biting her lower lip.
"I think we might be running into a bit of trouble," she said, still looking directly at him.
"Why? What's the problem?" Morgan asked a moment later, looking alarmed.
"Well… you see…." She started, stopping for a moment to think. "That place sounds really nice, but I am quite certain it is out of my budget. And I really suck at negotiating," she kept on, keeping a straight face very well.
Derek looked at her for a moment, barely able to stop the smile from spreading over his face. For a moment he really had been worried.
"Oh, well… I am certain we can find something we both can live with. Installments, discounts, other…arrangements. I'm kinda a flexible guy when it comes to that," he grinned at her.
"It's 'arrangements and flexibility' like that, which has businesses quick quickly on their knees. Or worse…"
"Rest assured I only do that for special… people. And maybe instead of my business you should be more worried about me having you on your knees soon," Morgan replied, still grinning at her wickedly. He saw the soft blush that tinted Penelope's cheeks a few moments later when his comment sunk in and she got what he had been saying.
"And here I was thinking I would be taken care of fairly well, when instead it seems like you need to be rather taken care of…"
"I'd say this… classifies as a give and take situation," Morgan smiled innocently.
"Um… right," Penelope agreed doubtful, but with a smile. "I guess that is settled than. I'm checking into Casa Morgan."
"And we are very happy you chose us …"
A moment later she saw him lean towards her again, pressing his lips ever so softly against hers. But before she could respond he already withdrew, offering her his arm a moment later.
"Shall we?" he asked, smiling at her softly.
Derek Morgan definitely was a mystery. At first all full of flirting and sexual implications and a moment later the gentleman and kinda old-school.
Things would definitely not get boring and Penelope was quite certain that stay could maybe be… life-changing.