A/N: Blame it on very quiete weekends in the office that I am so inspired.
"Next," she heard within seconds. She didn't even make it fully outside, before the ‚Next' was already thrown her way. It had been like that for the past hour or so and slowly Penelope started to get frustrated with her best friend.
"You didn't even look at it," Penelope commented in sheer shook. "How can you just make a decision within split seconds?"
"Well, what I saw was enough to make a decision. Next," he replied with a small smile.
Penelope just groaned and frowned for a moment at Morgan, who was sitting on a couch facing the dressing room she had occupied for a good or so by now.
She had entered the dressing rooms with a good dozen of dresses, assuming her task was simple. Half an hour later she had to realize it might not have been as easy as she thought. With every dress she presented Morgan had something to complain about, something he didn't like. They were too long, too short, too frumpy, wrong color, wrong cut, too much skin, way too less skin, too … anything. By now she actually felt like he did this on purpose.
"You know… when you asked me originally, I thought this would be fun. And kind of romantic," she laughed somewhat, once back in the dressing room, getting out of her current dress and into dress number 400.
"It is fun," she heard a laugh coming back. He obviously enjoyed the little show way too much for Penelope's taste. "It's a wedding, these things are supposed to be fun and stress at the same time."
She just rolled her eyes at him, glad he couldn't see her right now, while she wiggled into the next dress.
"You know, I will repay the favor once we start looking for your outfit," she laughed, stepping out of the dressing room and expecting the 'Next' right away. However it didn't come.
"Well… I'm a guy," Morgan simply stated, getting up from his sitting position and walking around Penelope for a moment. Not a bad sign, right?
"What do you mean by that?" Penelope asked irritated.
"Well, it goes without question that for a wedding you wear a tuxedo or something along these lines. And the color is pretty much a given as well. Don't know what you can find to criticize there," he smiled at her, still looking her up and down, before his grin broadened and he said 'Next'.
"I hate men," was all she said, pouting at him before walking back into the dressing room.
"Oh no, you don't. You love us, admit it," Morgan laughed again. And maybe he had a point. She especially loved the fine man sitting outside, waiting for her to reemerge again and to give her another verdict. Ever since she dumped Kevin Lynch quite a few months back Morgan and her had been inseparable. And when he asked her the question a few weeks back she just fell in love with him even more. Okay, looking back, maybe if he had waited a bit longer for asking her might have made more sense to people around them it might have made more sense. But it was Derek Morgan after all. He knew her better than anyone and knew exactly what she needed. And he asked her when kneeling down in front of her. How could she have turned him down? Not that she ever would have. No way on earth,
"Maybe just tell me what you think I should wear. Wouldn't that be so much easier?" she asked through the closed door.
"Baby, if I knew what you should wear, I wouldn't let you parade up and down in hundred of dresses, don't you think?"
"Hmm … well, maybe you just like staring at my derriere or my cleavage," she laughed, making it yet into another dress.
"There are way better ways to stare at said parts of your anatomy then letting you show me dresses," he laughed and she couldn't help but smile to herself.
"Oh yeah? Like … what exactly?" she asked back, a cheeky grin still on her face.
There wasn't an immediate answer. In fact there was no answer at all. She was about to ask whether he was still there when she felt being turned around all of a sudden. She hadn't heard him come in from outside, hadn't seen him in mirror, but then again it wasn't as if she had paid much attention anyway. She had gotten frustrated with the zipper of her current dress, not being able to fully close it.
"Like … watching you get changed," Derek finally answered her earlier question, a wicked grin accompanying his words.
His lips found hers before she was able to reply, pulling her against his body. He cupped her face between his hands, deepening the kiss within seconds and making Penelope lose her mind for a moment. His kisses were like nothing else she had ever experienced before. Ever. Not with one of her six boyfriends. His kisses left her breathless and aching for more, filled her with lust and passion, a hunger only he could satisfy, lit fires only he could extinguish.
He moved in closer, backing her fully against the dressing room wall and covered her body with his. His hands moved under her bottom, lifting her up slightly until she wrapped her legs around his torso.
His lips kept up their pace, kissing her hungrily, with passion and a heat that made Penelope shiver. He leaned further into her until his body hold her up and he could move his hands up and down her body, slowly starting to unzip her current dress on the back.
"We seriously shouldn't be doing this. Especially not here," she commented weakly between kisses. Who was she kidding? She wanted this, badly. But she had at least to pretend to be still sane and responsible.
"What's wrong with here?" he whispered in her ear, laughing softly, his hot breath tickling her ear and sending a whole new wave of heat down her spine.
"Someone … coul- coul- could walk in an hear us," Penelope responded, her ability to speak being reduced further and further with each inch of skin his hands found and each kiss he showered her in.
"I guess we better make this quick then and keep the noise down to a minimum, huh?" he laughed against her skin, before she pulled his head up from her chest and towards her lips - the concerns gone already.
"God, I want you so badly," she could hear him say, his hands having long gone from her back and were now busy working their way under the skirt of her dress, finding their destination after several layers of fabric.
A moan from her was at this stage the only response she was able to give. This was sooo good and she hoped he would never stop. Given this was all still rather new to her with Morgan just having confessed his love to her a couple of months ago, she still was worried he could wake up any day and realize she wasn't what he wanted. Not that she was thinking of anything like that right now. No, her thoughts were somewhere entirely different, at better places she never wanted to leave ever again.
When she felt his hands slowly peel back the fabric of her silk panties, she couldn't help but arch into him, encouraging his next move, encouraging his hands to discover further, get more fabric out of their way and just … take a dip.
She could feel his magic fingers stroke through her curls and just a few more mere seconds and he would bring her release. He wouldn't disappoint her. He never did and never will. And then …
"Baby Girl, are you alright in there?" she all of a sudden heard, making her snap back to the now and realizing she was leaning against the wall of the dressing room, her dress half undone, but Derek instead of being in the room with her, was on the other side of the door. She let out a groan of frustration before pushing herself off the wall and fixing her dress up.
"I'm … alright, no worry," she replied back to him and turned to face the mirror. Her cheeks were red like fire, showing her state of arousal. And now she was fantasizing about him already in public. Damn.
"You sure? I heard some … strange noises…"
"Oh, um … yeah. I bumped into the edge of the mirror with my … um … elbow. But nothing bad, no worry," she improvised while getting out of the last dress and into her own clothes.
Leaving the dressing room she could see Morgan's confused face. And was that disappointment?
"Where is the rush, baby?" he asked, when she passed him, seeming in a sudden hurry.
"Nothing…" she lied. She head to get out of here, now, otherwise he probably would get behind what had just happed in that dressing room. "I … um … need to go."
"Now?" Morgan asked surprised. "I thought you kept your whole day open in order for us to do this."
"I … don't worry. I will find the perfect dress for the big day. No worries. I just … remembered something. I see you on Monday," she said, before rushing out of the shop, leaving her best friend back confused.
Penelope had originally hoped that her fantasies would stop once she would dump Kevin, thinking maybe somehow it was her consciousness that tried to tell her he didn't satisfied her. That Morgan was just used by her mind to portrait what she needed. Maybe her thinking had been wrong. Not that regretted dumping Kevin. Not a chance. Plus he mentioned he didn't have any plans for the approximate future to get married.
And how could she have said 'no' to him anyway? He was on his knees, inspecting her ankles, after she tripped in her heels, making sure she was okay. And the fact that his hands inspected her ankle rather thorough might have caused her to not really pay too much attention to what he asked. And had she mentioned that he was on his knees? There was a certain fascination for her with Morgan on his knees in front of her. ..
Thinking back to just a few moments ago she wondered how she was supposed to make it through the weekend in Chicago she would spent with Morgan in order to be his 'date' for his sister's wedding. If she already fantasized about him like that with people around and walls between them, how was she supposed to survive being around him 24/7?
post - A/N: You didn't really think I would give you reality AND them getting married, now did you?