A/N: I am actually surprised at how well this is going. I was expecting the first block or dead end by now. Fingers crossed it won't. To all you awesome people for the reviews, the alerts and fav's. They really mean a world to me. Special and huge, huge thanks to LoveForPenandDerek who gave me some massive inspiration in regards of fantasies. Also... a shout out to Harleyzgirl, who had a few weeks back the question whether Cosmopolitan is aware that they have a pretty steady appearance in fanfiction.
And just ... as side note, Morgan is stating facts, I researched it thoroughly.
Penelope and Morgan usually always agreed on everything. They were having similar minds and knew the other one would always understand them. Except for one occurrence every week. Their weekly Friday Night Movie Marathon, which included three movies, tons of popcorn and other treats. The treats usually were sorted out within seconds, but when it came to the choice of movies they could easily spent hours arguing about which movie to watch and what to leave back on the shelf in the store.
"But I like that movie," was Penelope's favorite argument. An argument at which Morgan usually rolled his eyes playfully at her.
"Of course you do, baby. You have seen this movie only six million times," he laughed, taking the case out of her hand and putting it back, not missing the pout.
It usually went like that for an hour or so, until one of them gave up. When it came to movies they just couldn't agree, a fact Morgan had no problem with. They couldn't agree on everything, right?
"Oh …," he all of a sudden heard coming from behind, sounding way too excited for his taste.. Any time they were here and she made a sound like that had never been a good sign before. It either meant she found some more chick flicks or some drama Morgan wasn't into.
"What about this one?" she asked, a moment later he had a DVD cover right in front of his face.
Morgan took it out of her hands, inspecting it carefully, not getting too excited.
"I don't like Meg Ryan, she is … too … specific."
"Specific?" Penelope asked, looking at him confused. "What do you mean with 'specific'?"
"Well, repetitive if you like that better. It is always the same. And didn't you already make me see this one a few weeks ago?" Morgan asked.
Penelope shook her head slowly, taking the movie out of his hands. "No, that was Kate & Leopold. This is 'When Harry met Sally'."
"I still remember you telling me about the other one that it was supposed to be … educational," Morgan argued with a smile.
"It is ... was, whatever. Anyway … you are going to like this one. I swear," Penelope tried to convince her best friend. Morgan took the movie back out of her hand and studied the back, reading what the movie was about.
"Ah, isn't that the one where she fakes that orgasm in the middle of the restaurant?" Morgan asked with a grin spread all over his face.
Penelope rolled her eyes at him. Of course that he would mention.
"The movie is about two very good friends and the question whether a man and a woman can be friend and not more," Penelope explained.
"And she fakes an orgasm."
"You are missing the point here, Morgan. The bigger picture," Penelope answered, throwing her hands in the air dramatically, but having a smile on her lips.
"Oh, I see the bigger picture, trust me. As a matter of fact, I read in one of your magazine a while ago that about 70% of women have faked an orgasm before, and roughly 15% do it on a regular basis…"
"When did you read my Cosmopolitan?" Penelope asked, knowing fairly well about which article he was talking about.
"Now you are missing the bigger picture, Baby Girl," Morgan laughed, making her feel all of a sudden rather hot.
"I'm not missing anything…" Penelope pouted, trying to turn this conversation around by grabbing randomly for a movie. She didn't really care at this moment whether it would be Saw VI or some documentary about environmental issues in the third world countries. As long as it would give her something to change topics.
"Question is … have you?" Morgan asked, still smirking.
"Have I what?" Penelope asked confused.
"Faked it," Morgan simply said, while turning towards the shelves again, browsing for some other movies.
"No," she exclaimed a bit too quickly and a bit too loud. He must have spotted that lie a mile away. But instead of him answering with some smart comeback, he just smirked, something that made her even more nervous.
"You know …" he started after a while, when Penelope had hoped she would be saved for anything further. "You should have told Lynch that he was a total failure in bed, instead of stroking his ego, making him think he is the man."
"I am not stroking anything. And what please makes you think that Lynch was … um … affected, involved or whatever you want to … um ... call this?"
Morgan looked up at her, with a look that told her he just knew. Of course he knew. This guy was ... walking sex on two legs, he probably spotted unsatisfied women a mile away. Not that she was unsatisfied or would tell him that.
"Trust me, I just know," he smiled at her. "The guy doesn't like he has it in him to … bring it," Morgan commented further, making Penelope laugh.
She just ignored his comment. How on earth would she have responded to that anyway? There was no way she would ever admit that he was right. It wasn't as if she was doing this for Kevin Lynch, but more because she knew the moment she would admit it Morgan would ask 'why?'.
"Of course, I assume you are bedding only the other 30%." And where did that come from? She wanted to change subjects, not dive further onto it.
"Oh-ho, hell yes. You bet. Once I manage to lure you in my bed, there is no way you will leave unsatisfied or … reached that goal. Multiple times. For both sides."
Oh sweet Jesus, he did not just say that and wink at her like that.
For a moment Penelope as speechless. And slightly shocked, but definitely not surprised. There wasn't even the slightest doubt in her that he was lying, about the satisfaction or the multiple times.
"After all … that's what it is all about, isn't it?" Morgan asked, making her wonder what he was talking about now.
"That's all about what?" Penelope asked stupidly, not sure what he was referring to now. She just prayed it wouldn't lead to another revelation, although so far there none, it were just … confirmations of what she assumed already.
"Sex," he simply stated and she could feel the blush coming up. The way he talked about it, without any real care how it could sound or who could listen, made her wonder if this was really all that normal to him. "That's what good sex is about. You give and you take. It is as much pleasure to give then to receive and trust me, I know for sure," Morgan answered, with another wink and by now Penelope started to feel rather uncomfortable in her lower regions. Just a look from him and she was ready to jump him right here, in the middle of the store.
She could only look at him, not being able to say anything. It was what he said, how he said it and just his presence in general that made her mind go into overdrive drifting off towards direction it shouldn't be going right now at all.
"And you know what? Guys like Kevin Lynch are the reason why sales of sex toys went up 30% last year. Because you need to find other ways if your guy can't get you there, right? But you can't tell me that a piece of plastic is in any comparison to the real deal," he kept on talking and think God he actually lowered his voice for the last parts. Not that Penelope wasn't blushing like mad by now, and she seriously had to either stop, or leave. Either or, if this was kept on any longer she couldn't be held responsible for her actions.
"Why don't you let a real man take really good care of you for once," she could hear him all of a sudden whisper in her ear and it took all her willpower to not just reach out, let her hand run over any patch of skin she could reach and crush his lips against hers, taking him up on all of the 'giving and taking', 'satisfaction' and 'multiples' he was talking about just a moment ago. But she couldn't … wouldn't … wasn't able to.
"Are you alright, baby?" she heard his voice a few mere seconds later. He still stood next to her, looking at her with a certain curiosity.
"What … what did you just say?" she asked, not sure where this conversation all of a sudden went. Weren't they just talking of him taking care of her? Really good care of her?
"I asked if you are okay. You seem rather flushed."
"No ... no, I mean ... before ...I … I …" she started, not being able to make it any further, before she let out a groan. Damn, she thought to herself. She seriously had to stop fantasizing. This had gotten way out of hand by now.
And with that she left the store, leaving Morgan behind. Movie Night had be canceled tonight. Because there was no way on earth that she could go back to his place with him and not jump him after a conversation like that.
post-A/N: I leave it up to you to decide whether that last part of his conversation 'real man taking really good care of her' really took place...