AN: And I'm officially back from my vacation. I'm afraid this is a tiny bit like one of these first chapters where quite a bit gets repeated, just from Morgan's POV. Though, it will give you some insight...
Derek Morgan was a man who always knew what to say – especially to a stunning woman. He had certain lines he could use that had never failed him once. But right now, with Penelope close by to him, in front of the bar he just got her out of – he for once was at a loss for words. He didn't know how to start, what to say, how to actually start explaining what exactly just happened. And maybe he should just say straight-out what he wanted and how hot he thought she was. Especially tonight.
But before he even could say a thing, it was Penelope who all of a sudden couldn't stop talking.
"I … I can explain everything. I mean… I can explain what this was all about and what was going on," she started, and Morgan had to admit he felt relieved. With her starting it meant he would have an easier way in. If he ever got to say a thing that was. "I decided to do some digging on my own because I thought it might be a good idea… Not, not that I don't think you couldn't do your job, you can, because you probably are really good at it with …like a huge percentage of your cases being closed and solved and the likes and…. I… I am not making anything better here, am I?" he heard her continue and needed to smile. She just was absolutely adorable. He already knew that when she had thought he was a stripper a few days ago and then stammered her excuses and explanations. She was just too freakin' adorable – even back then. And before he could even say anything to answer her question she already went on.
"Well, I figured I go digging myself and um… decided to start at his work and… well, Addison who used to be a really good colleague of Lynch… I mean, she still is, and she… well she mentioned that Martin and Kevin kinda didn't get along too well in the end. Of course only after I was playing the mourning ex-girlfriend and…. Well, I might have said a thing or two that were not entirely correct and… oh my god, will I get in trouble, cause that was not my intention. I didn't mean to break the law and … well I went to Martin and he kinda has a thing for me, even when I was dating Kevin Lynch and… I kinda thought I ask him out, see whether I could find out what happened between him and Kevin. Since… well on the TV they never can just ask and get a straight answer, they always need tricks. So I figured I do a few tricks as well..." she said and Morgan had to admit, he was impressed. How someone could say so much without having to breath just once in between… impressive.
He was about to finally say something when she started again, picking up from where she left off. "When I said tricks, I obviously did not mean… I mean, I am not offering services, that was just a general misuse of the word I s'posse. And… great, now I am more in trouble ain't I? Well… before you arrest me it… well he told me that Lynch was blackmailing him, because he found out that Martin loves to cross-dress and … kinky, hu? So I guess that gives him motive and then… after he was already drunk pretty much he got kinda frisky and … well thank god you showed up and did what you did. Because that probably saved me quite a few explanations and awkward situations…. Which reminds me…. Why were you there?" she finally asked. Morgan had to admit, he was expecting that question already a lot earlier. But again, before he had a chance to answer she looked at him, looking slightly mad now. Oh god, what did he do now?
"You … you were not following me, were you? I mean I am not under surveillance or anything, right? Cause that would be absurd, I mean why would I be under surveillance? And if I was under surveillance… what exactly did you do? Cause I can totally explain that telephone call from a day ago and… I usually don't wear underwear like that, but all my good underwear is in the wash right now, so whatever you saw me in was…" he heard her babble. For a moment he was worried she might have a heart-attack or something.
And as cute as she was babbling and going on, she had already lost him ages ago, but he had caught probably the most important parts of it. And just like that, he didn't see any other options, he leaned forward and covered her lips with his. Getting more of her, closer to her – although he was already pretty close – he brought his hands up, cupping her face and giving him a certain control over the kiss. And god, what was it with her that he just didn't seem to be able to stop kissing her? There was something addictive about her, something he needed to have over and over and over again, like a drug. At first he just rested his lips, but soon after he went for it all. He wanted her whole, fully and he wanted her now. But he knew where they were and he was a cop – indecent exposure surely was not on his lists of things he ever needed to experience in public. And before it would get that far, he broke the kiss.
"Now that I seem to have your attention and you don't fire words at me quicker than a gun, maybe we can start at-" he smiled, loving the picture in front of him. Her lips were red, but not from her lipstick, which had slight smear-streaks by now. Before he could finish his sentence Penelope already interrupted him.
"You were kissing me to shut me up?" she asked and Morgan couldn't help but grin at her for a moment.
"Well, that was kind of the only way to get you to stop talking. But it had… several other nice side-effects," he said, still smiling at her. And god, she looked so hot to him, with her rather undone make-up and slightly angry with him. It just was all adding to a very hot and very sexy picture of her. But all of a sudden he noticed her angry-ish expression change to something else, something that looked at first like disappointment. And she didn't really think this was the only reason he kissed her, to shut her up, really, did she? When she started withdrawing and walking slowly backwards he assumed he got his answer.
"Where are you going?" he asked surprised and confused as well. This was not what he had expected.
"Home. It is getting kind of late…," came her answer and Morgan needed to smile again for a moment, deciding to walk after her.
"Um… it is just barely past seven. And … you are kind of walking into the wrong direction…"
He saw her stop for a moment, looking around and then took a turn into a small side street. Bad idea. Morgan knew the street and it was not known for being the best place to hang around after dark really. Or any time of the day for that matter.
"Can… can we just get back to the whole thing where you said Lynch was blackmailing that guy?" Morgan asked, now being next to her again. He had to sprint a bit to catch up with her, but he rather be next to her in this alley than far away and have her at any kind of danger.
"Oh, so now you were kissing me to shut me up and get information?" she asked angry and Morgan started getting frustrated.
"Um…"
"Here's a suggestion," she said, stopping all of a sudden and surprising him. "Why don't you do what you are supposed to do and find out yourself?"
That he hadn't seen coming. Was she saying he did a bad job now?
"Um…"
"Instead of letting me do all the work…"
"It isn't as if I asked you to go out with him," Morgan decided to argue, a bit cranky now as well. " I had him under surveillance when you walked …back into the case. And if I remember correctly, I kind of saved you in there…" he went on, smiling at the last part.
"I… um… well, I am certain I could have somehow gotten out of it myself. But .. thank you," she said with a little stammer – which he found cuter by the minute – and then she started walking again. ,
"Will you just wait for a moment?" he asked, still amused but also concerned again about their location. If he could, he'd just get them back to the main street, but he had a feeling with Penelope this wouldn't be an easy task.
"Why?" he heard her asking.
"So that we can … talk about tonight…" he said, trying to not alarm her.
"You mean, so that I can tell you what I found out?"
And okay, that was really cute. How she kept coming back to that. He had to admit he surely would have liked to know what was going on and what she found out – how her little digging ended.
"Maybe, or maybe we could talk about your shoes…" he decided on changing tactics. He's seen the heels and from previous experiences with girls he suspected hers had to hurt by now. Or start hurting soon. He expected he had her, that she would be glad about that, but instead she totally surprised him with an outburst.
"Oh no, not you as well. What… what is wrong with guys? I mean… what is so bad about normal, regular, maybe a bit kinky sex? Why does everyone need to.. dress up as girls lately? Is that a trend I should be aware of?" she asked and Morgan was wondering what that suddenly was about.
"I meant that your shoes do not look very comfortable and probably painful after this night and… my car is just parked down the road. But if you wanna talk about kinky sex we certainly can do that as well," he offered as an explanation, but she just rolled her eyes. Interesting.
"What is it with guys? I mean… what does a girl have to do nowadays to get…someone's attention? Do I need to be into submissive things and Sadomasochistic stuff and … what… what is wrong with the old, standard kink of being tied up for sex stuff? Is that too boring now? It isn't as if I am not into a few things, but what is it with all this leather and latex and other weird things. I mean… seriously?" she almost yelled at him and Morgan started getting the feeling this wasn't just about the shoes, although he didn't quite understand what her issues were.
"Maybe we should have this discussion someplace else," he offered, but by the look on Penelope's face that was highly unlikely.
Penelope looked at him, moving her lips and Morgan was sure she was about to say something when he saw a few shadows walking towards them. He had heard from colleagues that you really didn't want to run into any of the guys that called this side street home, so he did the first thing that came to his mind: Lunging forward and pressing his lips against hers, forcing her back, until he had her backed up against a wall. He knew he was probably treading on thin ice right now, but he couldn't stop his hands from travelling up and down her luscious curves, his tongue from invading her mouth, his whole being from craving her. He wanted this to make an impression, as well as maybe even save them from god knows who.
If she thought he had only kissed her to shut her up, or for information, he wanted to revise that opinion, make sure that Penelope Garcia was well aware that he wanted her. His legs moved forward, his right knee brushing against her legs, pushing itself between them, until she spread her legs to give him room. And a moment later he felt her rubbing against his thigh, making cute noises she herself probably wasn't even aware she made.
He lost himself in her, in their heat, in their kiss, but also had his senses sharpened to know when the potential danger was gone again. After that it didn't take long for him to break the kiss, deciding he needed to get her out of this alley. He didn't even let her any chance to think or protest, but instead pulled her with him by the hand, back to the main street and towards Prentiss' car.
"I… just came from there," he heard her protesting after a few steps towards the main street, but Morgan decided on ignoring her protest. A few moments later he had her back at the car, strapped into the passenger seat and was on his way to her apartment, wondering what was in store for them next.
