They had been on several dates since that dinner with Emily and Roger. Real dates. Not that they had been any different from the previous ones. It was all exactly the same, just that Morgan was even more all over her. But then again now he didn't need an excuse anymore to bend over and kiss her, or show any other sort of affection. And he loved every moment of it. As much as she did. Penelope had to admit she had never been quite as happy as she was feeling right now.

They had several different dates with all sort of interesting and different activities. They gave the movies another chance, went ice skating once and to a 'couple cooking course' a different evening and they even went to see several sport events, such as a basketball game as well as a football game. Not that Penelope was really excited about either of them. She just wasn't much of a sports fan, but she went nevertheless. She just wanted to be there with him, see him getting all excited about something she had no clue about and cheer for his team, which apparently lost at both venues.

They had seen and done a lot in regards of dating and despite tonight being a rather regular date, something was definitely different. There was tension and anticipation in the air, and so thick you could cut it with a knife. They had decided to just get some dinner, nothing fancy or posh, just him and her at a local small restaurant that wasn't hard to get a table last minute. But something was different and it didn't take long for either of them to figure out what. Morgan was barely able to stay away from her tonight. He was all over her and never before had Penelope been so glad they had a table far away from the main part of the restaurant, somewhere more or less hidden from the general public. She certainly didn't want to give them a show like this.

They made it through dinner somehow. And never before had she managed to eat three courses that quickly. It wasn't as if he rushed her, and neither did she rush him, they just both equally seemed to want to get out of there as soon as possible all of a sudden.

Tossing a large bill on the table, he pulled Penelope more or less out of the restaurant and into his car, pressing a chaste kiss on her lips before closing her door and getting in behind the wheel. The drive to his place were for whatever reason were the 20 most painful minutes ever.

They stumbled through his front door, keys being tossed somewhere he couldn't care for in that very moment. All he did care for was the goddess in his arms.

Penelope gave as good as she received, nibbling, biting, sucking any patch of skin she could reach, her hands all over his body, pulling wildly at his clothes, opening buttons and pushing fabric out of her way. She wanted him. And she wanted him now. She pulled more frantically on his shirt, indicating to break contact for a moment so she could push it over his head and out of her way. Next were his jeans. She pulled and pushed, ripped and tore, while he pushed her further down the hall trying to get her out of her clothes as good as possible.

When they reached his bedroom Penelope was only in her underwear, whereas Morgan was still having his jeans on. He pushed her softly on to the bed, following her as soon as he was out of his own jeans and they all had just a minimum of clothing on. A minimum that would be gone in no time at all.

When his lips connected with hers again he could hear her moaning into the kiss, pushing herself further into him, letting her hands roam wildly over his body. Grabbing his butt, massaging them through the fabric of his black boxer shorts.

His hands in the meantime were busy exploring inches and inches of delicious porcelain skin. What his hands started, his lips finished, leaving a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses all over Penelope's body. He kissed his way gradually down her body, starting at her lips, down her throat and neck, over her collarbones, while his hands worked on Penelope's strapless bra, taking impossible long – and slightly frustrating moments – until he had the clasp open and her out of that piece of fabric. And what he was graced with certainly was worth all the time in the world it would take. Her breasts were magnificent. Round, alabaster with pink, hard nubs, plentiful. Just like he had always imagined them to be.

He moved further down, paying careful attention to all of Penelope's skin, memorizing every single area that made her moan, groan or buck.

He dipped his tongue into her belly button, while his hands travelled once again further south, making contact with the last barrier for him.

One swift tug and the silky piece of underwear was history, building no longer a barrier for him.

He moved further down, over her thighs, her knee, her ankle, kissing the inside of it, before moving up on the inside of her leg with such slow motion that Penelope must have been close to losing her mind. Until he'd take a first taste of her a few moments later, driving her insane and towards completion.

He moved up her body, leaving frantic kisses in random places, until his lips found hers, thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth. He reach over to his bedside table, opening the drawer without even looking away from her and rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for.

He kept kissing her, more heat, more passion, more everything. Tonight, he claimed her as his and no one could stop him. Ever again. He had been dreaming of this moment for so long, ever since he laid eyes on her, but back then she was with Lynch, she was off limits. Never would he come in between a girl and some other guy. She was dating Lynch and he moved on, never understanding what she saw in him. But tonight, finally, he was able to make her his. Forever.

With both his hands he ripped the wrapper of the condom open, tossing it somewhere in the room, before coating himself with the rubber. His lips never left hers, his tongue still thrusting in and out of her mouth.

Too soon she felt the well known butterflies in her stomach, the tingle and it was just another few moments and she would find completion.

She never wanted him to stop kissing her, touching her, feeling her. His hands on her body, her skin… it was like a drug. One she couldn't get enough of. One she never wanted to stop.