A/N: I wish everyone a wonderful christmas and all the best. I hope wherever you are, you will spent it with loved ones and have great holidays. Merry Christmas, Feliz Navidad, Buon Fatale, Frohe Weihnachten, Joyeux Noël, Happy Hanukkah,с праздником or whatever other language you speak.
Their third date was supposed to be something great. Something new. Something they usually might not necessarily go for. A friend of Penelope owned a gallery, and was having some exhibition opening tonight. Penelope asked for tickets and voila, that's how they found themselves between art lovers and critiques, who looked stunned at pieces of art nouveau. Or what Penelope considered a lot of rubbish glued together and painted.
When she had suggested this as a date she had thought more about paintings, or any not so new art. Something more classic than a tire screwed on a gigantic corkscrew and a few ropes around.
Morgan seemed to at least enjoy himself, but then again she had assumed so much with a bronze of a naked woman, with which the artist took rather liberal freedom when it came to proportion of curves. The grin on his face gave him more than away.
"You know…" he started when Penelope walked next to him, looking at the bronze herself but finding it rather depressing. "I've been thinking … maybe I should buy it."
Penelope had to snort at that for a moment, picking up the price tag that was attached to the sculpture, which made her cough for a second.
"At 120,000$?" she asked in disbelief.
Making a double check whether she was just kidding he looked at the piece of art again. "Maybe not with a price tag like this."
Penelope grinned at him for another moment. "I assume anyway you have probably seen enough women naked to … create your own piece of work," she explained, looking at the bronze again, before adding "Also one that might be a bit closer to reality of female curves."
"Hmmm…." Morgan all of a sudden commented, turning towards her and slinging an arm around her waist. "I have very good model already in mind," he went on, wiggling an eyebrow at her.
"And you haven't even seen all of them … au naturel," she cooed, at which he growled for a moment.
"I can hardly wait. And stop it with the French. You know what that does to me."
"Do I?" Penelope asked innocently. "Not sure. Maybe I need to actually get reminded."
A moment later she saw him giving his empty glass of whatever he had drunk the entire night to one of the waiters and pulled her out of the gallery, towards his SUV. A few seconds later she was sitting in the car and they were on their way to … somewhere. Penelope wasn't entirely sure whether they would end up at his place now, or hers. But one thing was crystal clear to her: there was no way that tonight would end with only a soft little kiss.
The interesting thing was that Penelope wasn't the slightest worried, despite knowing that her experience in that field was in no way comparable to Morgan's, who was probably more experienced than most people.
They ended up at his place as it turned out. With him driving like the usual daredevil he was.
"Derek, slow down," Penelope urged with a bit of an uneasy smile. It wasn't as if she was scared or worried, but she just wasn't a fan of speeding to begin with. Too many things could happen. And she didn't wait almost seven years for a night of unadulterated pleasure to die in a car crash just moments before. There also was a part in her that was excited about Morgan apparently wanting to get her home as soon as possible as well. Good, that made two of them who couldn't wait to get their hands on each other.
One very nearly ran red light and several miles way over the speeding limit and they pulled up in front of Morgan's house.
He was already out of the SUV before he was even fully parked and held Penelope's passenger door open, helping her out of the car and pulling he right into his arm, kissing her senseless, while they moved forward, backward, sideways to the front door. There was no doubt where tonight was heading to and ending with. Hands pulling on fabric before they even were anywhere close to the door and if they wouldn't either hurry up walking or slowing down yanking Morgan's neighbors would be in for one hell of a show.
They stumbled a few steps in several directions before she felt being pressed up against his front door firmly. His lips altered between her lips and leaving hot and wet trails down her throat, while he tried unlocking the door.
After what felt like an eternity he was finally able to fumble the keys into the lock and get the door open. Continuing the assault of Penelope's lips he pushed Derek pushed her softly inside his place, kicking the door shut with his foot, never taking his lips of hers.
"I know that as a good host," he started mumbling against her throat all of a sudden, breaking the silence, "…I should offer you something," he continued, kissing his way down to her collarbone, and getting several loud moans out of her. "…anything really, but somehow I can't really get," he continued a few moments later, now sucking gently some skin, sure to leave mark there. "I can't really… get myself to do it," he continued again and a low chuckle followed.
At this moment Penelope couldn't really care what a good host would or wouldn't do, just as long as he wouldn't stop the journey of his blissful lips.
"No worries, Hot Stuff, all I could ask for I already have my hands on already," she laughed softly, letting her hands stroke up and down his clothed chest to make her point. That earned her another chuckle for Morgan.
They moved slowly in no particular direction, bumping into walls occasionally and Penelope knew some of these bumps would leave bruises. But right now she really couldn't care less.
When Penelope noticed their navigation towards what seemed the general direction of the stairs, she wasn't entirely sure how they would make it up them, but any further thinking and wondering was stopped effectively when she felt Morgan's fingers fumbling with the zipper of her dress for a few moments until it set in motion. Just a moment later her hand worked open the buttons on Morgan's button down shirt.
They managed the first few stairs which surprised Penelope a bit and it seemed that with every additional stair they climbed the garments they wore got fewer. By the time they had reached Derek's bedroom they had left a trail of clothes behind them with them only in underwear now.
Penelope's hands were busy stroking over Morgan's heated skin, feeling the muscles of his toned chest, abdomen and arms flex under her fingertips, caressing every inch carefully. She had waited years for this moment, for stroking those well toned muscles, feeling them under her fingers and just enjoying, knowing she could enjoy this for as long as she liked. She pressed herself further into him, feeling the heat radiating of his body, feeling his arousal pressing into her stomach and feeling his hands roaming all over her body as well.
While Penelope enjoyed the exploration of Morgan's hard planes and toned body, Morgan enjoyed the ample curves and softness, the silk-like skin that was such a contrast to his dark hands. All the previous girls had nothing on her, they had no natural curves, they had nothing to hold on to, no softness. They somehow built a stark contrast to his body, whereas Penelope's seemed to melt into his, making it a perfect fit.
They maneuvered to his bed until the hollow of her knee hit the frame of his bed, the surprise this sudden halt brought her resulting in losing balance and falling backwards onto the mattress, taking Morgan with her.
He was cushioned by her body, rolling onto his back with her now on top of him, pressing herself further into Morgan's heat, onto his lips, into his everything. It seemed like she couldn't get enough of him, couldn't seem to get close enough. She kissed him like she was starving for him – which one way or another probably was very true, seeing she had been waiting for this day to come since seven long years. And after seeing him walking past her week after week with a new conquest, this was her time now to mark him as hers, show him how desperate and in need she was for him. And that was exactly what she did and for a long time that night the only noise that could be heard in the otherwise very quiet room were their moans and heavy breathing.