A/N: I seriously think about writting a oneshot taht involves Morgan, an explicit rating and (not any) clothes after all the comments I seem to get on him not having any set of clothes with him. LOL ... Also, thanks to the wonderful people that submitted some ideas to get my project into the right direction. I'm still open for more if anyone has anything else that comes to his mind. Just go to my profile for seeing what I am actually looking for . =) Thanks in advance

Half an hour after Penelope had vanished into the bathroom again, she reappeared. She had tried to get some of the stains out as good as she could and then dried the wet spots with a hair drier, which more or less made her shirt look strange. Not that Morgan commented on it. He was wiser than to make that mistake.

Before they went to any shops Morgan convinced his best friend to have breakfast first. Of course that again took longer, with them more focused on anything around them and with themselves than the actual food. Morgan did a good job on making her laugh this morning already. With all the jokes and stories he told her, about how he had been here so long ago, about his college time in general, about anything really. But eventually they made it out of the café and into the busy streets of the city, ready for some shopping to get them at least some essentials. Obviously, Morgan soon had to find out, him and her had different understandings of 'essentials'. For Penelope, two new pair of shoes – high heels never mind you - were essential.

"When exactly are you going to wear them?" Morgan asked with a grin, as Penelope paid for the shoes and was waiting for the sales girl to hand her the new purchases.

Penelope just smiled at him, knowing it would be best to not answer that question.

The fun started about twenty minutes after they stepped into the first clothing store and Morgan apparently seemed to be not too happy with his best friend's choices in regards of what kind of clothes she was going through.

"You don't even wear jeans back in Quantico, why start now in Italy?" Morgan all of a sudden commented when he saw his best friend go through racks and racks of clothes.

"Because I want to," was her simple answer.

"Why don't you go back to … how you used to dress? You have been wearing an awful lot of closed and … conservative," Morgan explained, making a longer break before he said 'conservative'. Never did he think he would use the word with his best friend, but lately, that was just how she had been.

"Kevin just didn't like it short and low-cut."

Morgan looked at her for a moment in disbelief. So that was the explanation as of why she had been less colorful and rather nun-like dressed lately.

"Okay, well … but did you like it? Isn't that more important?"

Penelope looked at her best friend for a moment, thinking. "I guess when you are in a relationship you are bound to make compromises."

Morgan kept looking at her. There was a silence for a while before she asked 'What?" because it started irritating her.

"Well, I'm just thinking … he started dating you when you were … you, so why would he want to change that when he fell in love with this side of you? I would never try to change my girlfriend in that regards. If I started dating her looking like that, why should I want to change it? Plus, the way I see it, you, baby girl, are made for showing off," he flashed her a bright smile, making her laugh. "So if you ask me… in order to finish with the past and him ... just do something he would hate."

"So you say, by me putting myself in a low-cut mini dress I would be doing something good for me?" she asked, seeing him nod. "That is some pretty weird advice," Penelope mused.

Morgan just smiled at her for a moment, before turning around and grabbing the first blight colored short-skirted piece of clothe he could reach and presenting it to Penelope, who busted out laughing. Apparently her best friend had picked a sundress in bright blue with bright green and pink smilies on it.

"Oh no, no way on earth mister," she still laughed, shaking her head frantically. "I wouldn't even have worn something like that back before Kevin," she kept laughing.

"Well, even better then. Time for something new."

"Morgan, there is no sense with this," she explained, still laughing when her best friend pushed the funky colored piece of clothing in her hands and her than into the dressing rooms again.

"Just try it, no harm, right?"

Penelope decided to resign and just get it on. She knew her best friend after all better than anyone else. He could be more stubborn than anyone she ever met. And if he really wanted something he wouldn't give in. She might as well save them both the bit of time and just do it, get over with it, make him laugh and move on with what they were doing.

As it turned out the dress he handed her had the right size and when she stepped out of the dressing room a few moments later, she was shocked to find out that the initial response of laughter wasn't given. Instead she saw wide eyes and some sort of desire and heat.

Heat? What could she be thinking? She probably was just imagining things now. He was her best friend. No way on earth would there be desire or ... lust or anything like that. Not after six years.

What was thought as a joke, a sweet teasing, just seeing if she would wear a dress that ridiculously colored had shot Morgan right in the foot. The moment Penelope stepped out of the dressing room Morgan had problems with his thoughts straying of to places they certainly shouldn't be going. The dress clung perfectly to all her ample curves, hugging her in all the right places. It was a bit shorter than the stuff she usually would wear, but certainly wasn't tasteless or didn't seem skanky. It still worked great for her and the bit of lace at the rim of the skirt gave it certain innocence. Morgan was faced to shift in his seat a few times to get more comfortable and hide certain indications on just what he thought about his best friend and the piece of clothing that she was wearing right now. How long he sat there, drooling over his best friend, he didn't know, but all of a sudden he heard her voice.

"So, did you have your fun? Can I get out of this dress now?" she asked uneasy, not feeling too comfortable in her clothes. The dress was way to short for her liking and despite the fact that it made her cleavage stand out nicely, it still didn't make her feel any better. It made her feel exposed and somehow naked.

"I would love to see you wearing it longer, because you look fabulous, but if you want to change…" Morgan replied, sounding to Penelope almost disappointed. But that was just her imagination as well, right?

A moment later she disappeared back in the dressing room, getting out of the dress and throwing the fabric over the door outside to Morgan, who caught it and smiled at the door behind which his best friend was changing.

"You know how to put on a show, Baby Girl," he laughed, hearing her giggle behind the door.

"So you're not buying the dress?" Morgan asked Penelope, once she came back outside, in her hands the clothes she wanted to buy.

"Oh Lord, no. Seriously, can you ever see me wearing that?" she asked with a smile on her face, before walking towards the exit, paying for her items.

Morgan smile after her and thought to himself Yes, actually I can.