A/N: Turns out I'm not too good at keeping oneshots ... oneshots LOL. This chapter came to me today at work, and no ... not the way people assume now. Also I felt the need for some humor again. After so much angst.

Penelope made it up the last flight of stairs to her apartment, carrying a couple of bags, mainly the results from her spontaneous shopping spree. Some days she just needed to reward herself. For working so hard, dealing with all these images so well all day long, being a good person in general. The list was endless and she always found some good reason why she deserved that 150th pair of heels or another one of her fancy handbags.

Unlocking her door and dumping her bags by the door she noticed that there was light in her apartment, but not any light. Candles. Hundreds of candles all over the place. She saw a huge bouquet of red roses standing on her living room table and if the smell was any indication she was in for some treat from her god of a boyfriend. And as if on cue her chocolate Adonis stepped out from her kitchen, wearing nothing else than a ripped and very low hung pair of jeans and a smile. Sometimes it really rocked to be Penelope Garcia, that was for sure.

"There's my birthday girl," Morgan stepped closer, until he stood in front of her and his lips could seal with hers. And despite them now dating for over eight months, she still was completely addicted to his kisses, even more now than in the beginning come to think of it. They had gotten together shortly after his birthday, when Penelope had decided she had enough of Kevin lynch and was ready for a real man in her life, one that was well able to show her the pleasures and loves she had been missing out for two years now.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in closer, her soft and lush curves melting against the rock hard muscles of his body. A body she had learned to become even more addicted to then his kisses.

"I have a surprise for you," he smiled, after breaking the kiss, getting a groan out of her, fighting to get his lips back on hers.

"One better than you half-naked in my living room, looking good enough to eat? Topping you cooking for me and having transformed my living room into an ocean of light and candles?" she asked, before interrupting whatever he was about to say. "Oh, wait, wait, wait. Does it involve chaps?" she asked, grinning cheekily.

Morgan laughed at her last comment for a while, shaking his head in disbelief. "I always cook for you, woman. Well, at least every time I am in the city and not all over the country, on another case. And no … there won't be chaps."

Penelope pouted for a moment at him, before smiling again. "Oh, does it involve chocolate body paint?"

"What?" he asked, playing shocked, but not able to stop himself from laughing. "Isn't this enough chocolate goodness already?" he asked, guiding his hands up and down, pointing towards himself.

"There is never enough chocolate. Ever," Penelope announced with a grin, before Morgan captured her lips again in a hungry, passionate, heated kiss, pushing her softly back, against her door, hips lips travelling slowly down her neck, leaving hot and wet trails all over the place, making her moan and throw her head against her door. When he sucked hard for several long and oh-so-blissful moments she knew this would leave a mark, for sure, and she couldn't be any happier about it. She liked being marked by her hot-as-hell boyfriend and he knew that damn well.

She felt his hands slowly travelling down, his lips following suit and soon her blouse was the first piece of clothing that hit the floor. But it certainly wouldn't be the last if his eagerness was any indication. Another one was the heat and fire in his eyes. Given that this was actually her birthday she kind of felt like she was his gift, with him unwrapping her ever so slowly, layer for layer until he found the actual present.

Having managed to get her out of her skirt by now, she was just standing in front of him in her bra, panties and stockings, as well as her heels, a fact that didn't surprise her much. Morgan seemed to have a certain … fascination with her in heels. Or her breasts for that matter.

Her panties were next. They went off her with just a tug. Here goes another pair, was all she could think of and actually was rather proud of herself for being able to form any coherent thought by now since his lips moved up and down her body, making her feel as if she might be dinner.

Right now his lips settled for a slow pace on her stomach, kissing patches of skin and moving in strange but wonderful zigzag patterns over her skin, before moving slower again. Penelope was pressing her head heavily against the door behind her, losing her mind and patience with her boyfriend, who decided by now to actually move up again instead of down.

Paybacks would be such a bitch, that was for sure. And then finally he had mercy on her, moving his lips and hands back down again, until he finally, finally got to the spot that she needed his lips most in, on, against.

And , sweet Lord this gets better with every single time, she thought to herself, hearing her name echo through the otherwise rather quiet apartment. And from him her name sounded like a promise. A promise she hoped to hear a lot more often.

"Penny," was what she heard next, making her snap her eyes open within seconds and instead of Derek Morgan kneeling in front of her she saw …

"Kevin," she announced, sounding rather surprised, wondering what he did in her apartment. The candles had gone and there certainly way no big bunch of red roses on her living room table.

"Did you expect anyone else?" her boyfriend asked, looking confused.

You have no idea, she thought to herself, before shaking her head quickly. "No, no, who should I expect?" Penelope was quick at asking.

He looked at her quizzical for a moment, before deciding on letting it go for now, coming closer and pressing a quick kiss against her lips. And this kiss was nothing than the imaginary one she shared with Morgan just a few moments ago. And that was just imagined. Penelope of course had no idea, nor would she ever know how it would feel to kiss Derek Morgan. But when she had a vivid imagination, who needed the real deal, right?

And on some days … it certainly sucked being Penelope Garcia.

I might actually make this a series, depending on how I get inspired. Or how much people want another chapter I guess.