A/N: Apologies for the longer wait, but my muse wasn't really inspired much for this story. Sorry. The chapter might not necessarily compare heat-wise with previous installments, but it neve rthe less was an idea I somehow felt I had to run with. LOL And as for the end ... sometimes imagination is better than and explicit. =) Not sure how many more chapters there'll be.

Ever since Morgan could remember it had always been the same. Every year for Christmas Penelope came over on Christmas Eve to give him a present. Morgan would invite her in, and they would end up opening a bottle of wine and get comfortable in front of his fire place. A movie on, some popcorn and only the light coming from the fireplace lightening the room. They would linger on his oversized couch, cuddled up with each other until both of them fell asleep. That was their tradition. One that was never broken, even when Kevin Lynch showed up and Morgan would have been certain that his Baby Girl would have other plans for Christmas. She didn't. Her plans were him, she had only said when he opened the door, looking at her shocked.

Morgan would always give Penelope her present the next morning. That was the way they had always done it and it was the way they always would do it.

Penelope's presents had always been practical. Although a bit crazy every now and then and definitely full of life and color, but he wouldn't have expected anything less from her anyway. And Morgan had to admit compared to hers his presents always looked … thoughtless. It wasn't that he just bought a present last minute, no, he usually had the Christmas presents ready by end of November, but with Penelope it was … difficult to find the perfect gift. Every year Morgan was out, hunting for a gift that would show his best friend how special she was to him, but always ended up with another voucher for spa treatments, shopping sprees or other things. And by now he started wondering whether Penelope might not get disappointed with his rather ordinary 'guy-like' presents?

He had always loved Penelope's presents and every year he joked there was no way she could outdo herself yet again next year, but every time she did. This year wouldn't be any different. If only Morgan knew what exactly was in store for him.

He started wondering about her whereabouts when the clock slowly approached 11. Usually she had always been over by 8pm the years before. Maybe she had changed her mind this year?

Only a few minutes after Morgan decided on calling her, he suddenly heard a knock on the door. Penelope had a key to his place, as he did to hers, so if this was her she would have used the key to let herself in. Not entirely sure who could knock at his door at such a late hour he went to check and had to realize it was indeed his best friend, clad in red from head to toe. Maybe she had forgotten the key at home.

Letting her in he could barely stop smirking at the blonde dressed in red. Red trench coat, red heels, red scarf and her hair had red streaks in it as well. There were red gloves and also white and red stripped knee high socks. Her lips had a deep red color as well. Than his eyes drifted to her hands. And all of a sudden this whole image became a lot hotter. Penelope was holding between her deep red painted fingernails something that look pretty much like a crop.

This could be interesting.

He saw her lift the crop slowly and place the end of it under his chin, guiding his head slowly upwards, his eyes nevertheless fixed on the blonde in front of him.

"You know, Morgan, I'm wondering whether you have been a good or a bad boy this year?" she asked seductively. Was he actually imagining things by now? Or did his best friend really stand in his foyer, a crop in her hand, looking hot as hell, asking him whether he was good or bad?

"What answer does get me my present quicker?" Morgan asked, a smirk on his lips and he truly was turned on by the image in front of him. By now it didn't even matter that this was his best friend and he probably shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts, but what was she expecting he did when she walked in his house looking like that?

"You know," she started, taking a step closer to him, letting the crop fall to the floor and reaching with her hand for the belt of her trench coat, unbolting it slowly. Morgan had to swallow a few times hard, wondering whether this would anywhere towards the direction of the little fantasy he had back on his birthday, when he fell asleep at work and dreamed of the goddess in front of him to tie him to a chair and start a little show. "Topping last year's present was an extremely hard task," Penelope continued, putting certain stress on the word 'hard', which cause Morgan to swallow a few more times.

"I can imagine," was all Morgan could say and never in his life had he been speechless, especially not because of being aroused. But he didn't want to miss a beat of the show and he certainly didn't want to risk this ending, just because he said something.

He could see her hands gliding up the red fabric of the coat, starting to first unbutton the first button and then working open the other ones. Penelope's eyes locked with his and didn't leave his for a moment.

Morgan didn't know why he was so excited, since she was just getting out of her coat, but somehow he could feel there was more to this and just a few moments later he had to realize he was right. Because, right in front of him stood Penelope Garcia, out of her trench coat and her body covered in nothing than red ribbon.

For a moment Morgan only could stare, his mouth hanging open and there was no way he would be able to ever get that image out of his head again or get back to proper sentences. Or words for that matter. The deep red ribbon was wrapped around her breasts, and then loosely around her tummy, not covering all skin, before being tightly wrapped around her hips and derriere. It ended mid-thigh and Morgan had never seen a hotter and sexier image in his entire life.

"Care to unwrap your present?" Penelope asked, in the most innocent voice possible, but the wicked grin spreading on her face gave her away. At this stage Morgan hoped if this was a dream again he wouldn't wake up. Ever.

He made a step towards Penelope. How this whole ribbon actually held was beyond him, not that he really cared about this right now, since he only pulled lightly on the upper end and the whole construction fell to the floor, leaving Penelope standing in front of him, wearing nothing than a pair of red and white striped socks and her heels.

And this officially was the best Christmas. Period.

All of a sudden he felt her close to gap between them and press herself against him, making him walk back slowly until he backed into the back of the couch. If this present only lasts for a day he better should start making good use of it. And that … he did. Multiple times.