A/N: I'm so sorry for the constant hickups in my updates of the story. If I'm not sick, it seems to be my internet that is not on my side ...
The feeling of his lips was like nothing she ever felt before really. As surprising as his sudden move was, it also was very pleasurable. This kiss was so much more than just a quick peck or a barely there brush of his lips against hers. It was soft and sweet and gentle in the beginning, as if he tested her, seeing whether she would respond and 'grant' him access. Her brain had a few issues in the beginning keeping up with what was happening, seeing she had always wondered what it would feel like if she and Morgan ever made it that far. But none of her imaginations were anything close to this.
Just when she felt his lips slowly being withdrawn she was actually able to catch up, wrapping her arms around his neck and responding to this kiss properly. Had Morgan seem rather tense before, the moment she pulled him back in ,he all of a sudden relaxed.
It felt like hours that her lips devoured his and vice versa, that their tongues danced around each other, pulling them deeper and deeper into the sensation that one kiss was creating for both of them. Penelope always knew if she ever had the chance to kiss Derek Morgan it would be something else, something so unique and out of this world, but she never knew just how damn right she would be.
"If we don't stop this dinner will get cold," Morgan mumbled against her lips at which Penelope had to snicker for a moment.
"And here I thought you would be dinner."
Morgan laughed at her comment for a moment, before he completely removed himself from Penelope and got up. "I'm afraid I actually made real food for dinner, but I'll keep your alternative in mind for later dates," he laughed, while walking over to his oven.
"Later dates?" Penelope asked, sounding slightly cocky. "Getting a bit ahead of yourself, Hot Stuff, ain't you?" she teased, seeing him look challenging at her from where he was standing. The candle light around him gave this all a much deeper and more mysterious note that it probably was, but she loved every moment of it.
When he returned back to the table, two plates in his hand he sat one down in front of Penelope who looked curiously at what he was serving.
"Let's just say I'd like to keep a positive attitude to things and I somehow know how to give you what you want," he smiled down at her before leaving the table again and returning just a moment later a huge bouquet of red roses in his hand , which he handed to Penelope.
"I nearly forgot these," he said softly while she took the red flowers from him and looking at them surprised.
"And I promise you, you'll see one of these more than just once in a while or once a year even," Morgan said next, sitting down, not missing the smile on Penelope's lips.
"Thank you," Penelope whispered, at which Morgan just shook his head for a moment.
"For what? This is what you should always have, Baby Girl. Only the best," he smiled at her softly, while placing his hand on top of hers again.
There was slow music playing softly in the background, which Penelope hadn't even realized until they started eating and both of them had been quiet. It was the perfect ambience for this date and more perfect she couldn't have explained it to Morgan, if he had asked her.
There were two more courses and Penelope had to admit she liked his cooking, a lot. She always had liked them, especially when he teased her at her not being able to just boil water and depending on take-out and ready meals.
Despite her assumption that with the recent turn of events their 'movie night' was just a false pretence on Morgan's side, they ended up on his couch, with a few movies Morgan had pre-selected. They all happened ´to be romantic comedies and Penelope couldn't stop thinking how very cozy, familiar and also domestic this all felt. And that she wouldn't want to swap that moment for anything in the world. It didn't just feel cozy and familiar, but also right. Like she finally was where she was supposed to be for a long while now.
They made it through the first movie more or less without any problems, with the second Morgan decided on moving in on Penelope a bit more, pulling her nearly all on top of him and by the beginning of the third neither of them was really paying much attention to the TV anymore. They were way more occupied with what was going on between them, with kissing and letting their hand roam over each other's bodies than any romantic comedy they had seen a hundred times already anyway and would have plenty more chances on seeing again.
No, what mattered right this moment was them and the fact that they finally were at this point where they had wanted to be with each other already years ago.