Three weeks had passed since Morgan had decided to give her a coaching. Three weeks since the team had left on a case. Three weeks to think about a lot. And come to no conclusion. Three weeks more in her second job. But by now she could already see the end somehow. She had managed to pay off most of the money and decided that she only would do this a little while longer, until she had a bit of saving together and wouldn't have to worry again about things like that.

"Hi, this is Candy. How can I make your night a whole lot better?" she asked into her headset, feeling by now a weird routine coming over her. Maybe it was really time for this to come to an end.

"Where are you, Candy? Are you in bed?" she heard a male voice coming from the other end in a soft, gentle voice. That certainly was different. Usually the guys that called sounded all rather hard and rough, gave her only short, preferable one-syllable answers.

"Yes," she lied, before getting of her couch, overcome with a strange feeling of familiarity and need to go to bed. For a moment, when he first spoke she thought it was Morgan, but that was impossible. He'd never call a number like that. Ever. And he knew what she did, so he wouldn't even call for a joke or stuff like that. She knew he'd never be forgiven for that.

"What are you wearing, Candy?" she heard the moment she had laid down in bed. Perfect timing.

"Whatever you want me to wear, baby. Tell me what it is you want me to wear and I'll get it," she laughed into the headset and felt a weird form of déjà-vu coming up.

"Nothing. I want you to wear nothing. Nothing at all, other than a deep red lipstick on your lips and a pair of stilettos. So whatever it is you are wearing, lose it!" he said and Penelope just couldn't help but comply. There was something so strong in this, something that made her do this, made her… comply and follow whatever he told her. It took her a moment getting out of her blouse and the skirt. She was still fully dressed from work. She got out of her tights and got rid of the jewelry. Just when it came to her underwear she hesitated for a moment, but then went ahead and got of that as well. What could happen? She was all on her own in her apartment. No one would see her. Fishing for a red lipstick in her purse and getting back in her heels from work she returned back to her caller.

"Done. All I'm wearing is a pair of black stilettos and red lipstick. Tell me what else you want and I'll make all your dreams come true tonight."

"I am sure you will," she heard coming from the other end of the end.

"I want you to relax, lean back into the cushions and close your eyes. I want you to touch yourself. Spread those legs and pretend that these ten gorgeous fingers of yours below are me. Tell me how it feels, tell me how good it is."

For a moment she stopped, looking surprised. It wasn't the first time she ever had heard that kind of command, but it certainly was the first time she felt like she wanted to actually do it, play into this, get it going and not pretend as if she did what she was told. But … this felt weird. It wasn't the act itself, she had a perfectly working vibrator in her bedside drawer that she used every once in a while, but when she did that she was alone. There was no 'audience'. And okay, calling a caller an 'audience' was maybe a bit far-fetched , but still… he'd listen to everything she'd do. So she hesitated.

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Morgan didn't know what exactly had come over him, but he knew he couldn't make it a day longer – or a night for that matter of fact – knowing Penelope was doing what she did. He knew nothing ever happened and that it was all a show, that she pretended to get turned on and come from what these guys told her. It killed him, knowing he wasn't one of the guys that could do that to her. But that would end tonight. No matter what the consequences would be, if he didn't act soon he'd die of blue balls. Ever since that first night where he wanted to coach her he had been in a painful state of arousal. He didn't even need to be around her.

The case had come to a surprising end tonight, and everyone on the team voted to get back that same night. It had been after all three weeks since they had seen family and friends. And Morgan had plans. Plans that would change him and Penelope forever. Hopefully. And would move them a whole lot closer.

He made it from the airstrip right to the BAU to get his SUV and from there he drove right to Penelope's place. When he was at hers a few weeks back and found out about her second job he was able to catch the name of the service she was working for shortly before he left. He looked them up on the way back to Virginia and noted down the number. Parking his car in front of her apartment complex he dialed the number and got connected to an operator, which surprised him. The operator sounded anything but charming and sexy. She was straight to the point. Credit card details, name on the card and the billing address. Then he'd be connected. Morgan gave her all she wanted to have and told her he wanted to speak to someone specific.

"That could take a while, she seems busy right now," he heard the woman on the other end saying.

"That's alright. I'll wait," Morgan simply answered.

"You'll be charged 3.99$ for every minute. Even if you just wait," she informed him, but Morgan couldn't care less. She was worth every cent if his plan worked the way he wanted it to work.

"Doesn't matter. I'll wait," he said firmly and could picture the operator, shrugging and not caring. Why should she? It was his money. A moment later he heard music, and every few moments some very high-pitched voice. 'Please wait while all our operators serve other clients. We'll make sure to give you what you want the moment you are served…'

While he waited Morgan decided to already make his way into Penelope's apartment complex. He had a key to the main door as well as her front door, but didn't plan on using it until he actually spoke to her. He wouldn't be that creepy.

He waited a good ten minutes until some very familiar voice picked up. He didn't even care that these ten minutes just cost him more or less forty bucks. But finally, finally he spoke with her.

When he heard her answering the phone as 'Candy' he almost laughed. It was like a promise, a promise for something very good.

He heard a short moment of hesitance when he asked whether she was in the bedroom – he hoped she would, that would make things easier for him when he entered her apartment – and then again a few moments later, when he ordered her to touch herself. He was still outside her apartment and didn't even care what someone who could pass by at any moment might think. He was beyond thinking right now. Beyond thinking about anything that didn't include her.

When he thought it was safe, he got up from the stairs he was sitting on and walked over to her door, sliding the key into her door and opening it, being careful to be as quiet as possible. The problem was that she could see the door from the bed, so he could only hope she wouldn't look this exact moment towards him.

She didn't and he was safe.

"Tell me how wet you are for me, baby. Tell me how much you want this," he told her in still a soft and quiet voice. God, he wanted her so badly right now. He walked quietly over to her kitchen, from where he had the perfect spot to watch her. And maybe he should feel creepy, but right now he couldn't think. About anything.

He saw her hesitating. Of course she would. Not that this was a bad thing. It was just something that didn't surprise him. Maybe she needed a bit more convincing. But before he could say anything more he saw her hands moving. Thank god for hand-free headsets.

He saw her hands slowly moving towards the area he was dying to touch himself, saw her hesitate for another short moment before she went ahead. His position didn't allow him to actual see anything in that regards, but he could imagine it so perfectly.

He saw her legs bending slightly, giving her more room, better access. And how badly he wanted to exchange her hands with his. What he would give to remove her fingers and replace them with his own, his throbbing erection.

"Tell me how it feels, baby. Tell me how good it feels, how warm you are, how soft, how wet," he said, hearing her breathing increase a bit.

"It feels so good, so warm and soft," she saidn, stumbling for a moment over her own words and just like that the temperature in Penelope's apartment raised a few hundred degrees.

"Tell me you are close. Tell me you are about to come."

"I am, I am so close," she said, and Morgan believed it. He saw her face, her eyes closed, laying back against the cushions, pleasuring themselves, herself, but what Penelope did right now, how she looked, she gave them all a run for their money. Never had he seen anything so hot and sexy. He just couldn't help it, he needed to do something, otherwise he'd explode any minute.

With soft and cautious steps he walked into Penelope's room and around her bed until he stood at the bottom of it. It showed how far she was that she didn't even notice someone walking in on her and just standing there. He threw his phone on her bed and followed shortly after, placing first one knee on the mattress, then the second.

He knew the moment he'd get on that bed she knew, so he had to act quickly. He took her hand, removed it and replaced it with his own. . He didn't care what would come after this, it was certainly worth it. Any of this was. The moment he touched her, removed her hands, he eyes flew open, there was panic for a moment – that much he could see and had assumed – until she saw who it was and visibly relaxed. She watched him with a certain curiosity and a look of pure bliss came over her face, her eyes filled with heat and lust.

He reached for her wrist with his free hand and pulled her up, until she was only inches away from him, before surging forward and pressing his lips against hers.

His first taste of her was sweet, with a taste of coffee and something entirely her. Something he was already addicted to and he hadn't even really tasted her yet for long.

While his fingers worked their magic below, his tongue worked its magic on Penelope's lips. Thrusting forward, deep and sensual, kissing her as if he was starving for her. He was in desperate need for her and he wanted her to know this by his kiss alone.

After some hesitance in the beginning – a hesitance that sort of made Morgan somewhat insecure for a moment – Penelope gave as good as she received. With both her hands free she reached behind Morgan's neck and pulled him closer against her, taking control of the kiss. She angled her head, trying for better access to Morgan, to his lips, to his everything. She had been looking forward to this moment every day since seven years. She never had thought they would make it here, but now that they did she never wanted this to end.

He pressed his entire weight against her, forcing her effectively to lay back down, with him shortly behind, covering her body with his. She worked on his shirt, tugging it forcefully out of his pants and getting busy unbuttoning it, yanking at it when she finally managed to unbutton the last bit.

She knew she didn't have much time getting some skin against hers before he would succeed and make her see stars and she could already feel the tension and tingling building up. No….No, she wasn't ready yet. This wasn't how she imagined their first time, this was not what she had always seen for them, this wasn't right.

But he didn't seem to agree, his fingers increased their speed, simultaneously with his tongue that was thrusting in and out of her mouth, making her loose her mind very effectively.

"Oh God, it's just… oh ... so good … just…ohhh," she started moaning against his lips. "Oh God… Morgan.. you… you need to stop… I'm … god… so close…" she kept moaning and felt him grin against her lips.

It took her a while to recover, but when she did her first thought for whatever reason was on Morgan's release – seeming as if she hadn't noticed him coming just closely after her.

"What about you?" she asked, her eyes still clouded from the just experienced pleasure.

"Trust me girl," he grinned at her. "You are way better than you think. You might not have been able to make me come during our trial conversations, but tonight…. you certainly got there."

At that all she could do was grin, reaching for her headset and disconnected it, excusing herself for the bathroom.

Morgan remained back in the bedroom, looking at his phone all of a sudden that was still laying on Penelope's bed, still connected to the service.

He heard a loud voice coming from it, asking him to rate the service he had received tonight. Pressing the digits for '10' he thought to himself that this would be one hell of a bill next month, but it certainly had been worth it.