A/N: I know you will hate me know - once more this week, but hey, by now I am used to it LOL - but I decided on debunking the last chapter - the Christmas one - as a definite fantasy. For a reason as you'll quickly find out. This takes place right after the chapter before the Christmas one. But I hope you forgive me since I make Morgan feel like you guys. =)

He couldn't believe it. Within a couple of weeks she had run away of him twice. Well, Morgan wasn't entirely sure she ran away from him, just … from their conversation it seemed. And that was a fact that made Morgan smirk. He wouldn't have guessed that his blonde tech kitten with the dirty mouth would run away from sexual conversations. They were used to push each other's button and so far he never had seen it being a big deal with her. So what had changed?

Morgan shook his head, still looking towards the direction Penelope had just taken off to, the DVD they had been speaking about still in his hand. Of course he knew the movie they were talking about, he had seen it once or twice. It wasn't his favorite one, but that didn't matter anyway. H

He had noticed Penelope's sudden shift in behavior, the nervousness and the blushing when he quoted some stats about faking it or sex toys – something he had never really seen her doing. And they had talked about a lot during the years, sometimes touching topics that would be way worse than what they talked about tonight, but then again maybe she wasn't affected by the topic, didn't have any personal 'involvement'.

Morgan wasn't surprised about Kevin's lack of skills in the bedroom. The guy literally screamed Missionary. And what would a guy like him know about foreplay, working up to the point of no return and the beauty and satisfaction of giving pleasure to someone else than yourself, making someone else lose their mind, sanity and control.

Of course Penelope hadn't admit that Lynch was one of these looser guys who didn't know how to bring satisfaction to a woman and the fact that he now knew – not from her directly – that she found her pleasure in a piece of plastic cause her boyfriend – ex-boyfriend – wasn't doing his job made him angry somehow. When he said she should let a real man take really good care of her he meant it, but of course when asked, would say he just wanted to see how far he could push her. And how badly he wanted her, for years. She played the leading role in his nightly dreams pretty much from the day they met. And there was nothing Morgan would have liked to do more that moment that show her how it should always be.

Sighing he put the DVD back on the shelf and left the store, realizing that what he wanted and what she wanted might be two completely different things.

He made his way home, wondering whether he should call Penelope and make sure she was okay.

Getting inside his house the first thing he did was letting Clooney out in the backyard, before grabbing his phone, but hanging up only a moment later when all he got was her voicemail.

Walking inside his bedroom, his destination was the attached bedroom, but he stopped dead in his tracks just a few steps into the bedroom. Shaking his head and blinking a few times, he wasn't sure whether he mind played any tricks on him or whether what he saw was real.

On his bed sat Penelope, wearing nothing than underwear, sinful deep red lace underwear, from what Morgan could see. She wore a smile on her lips as innocent as the day and maybe he really needed more sleep.

"That took you long enough," Penelope all of a sudden said, the smile still gracing her features.

"I … " Morgan started, still not sure if he really did see what he saw. Was this another of his day dreams from which he would wake up in a short while, all too soon?

The bewilderment must have been written all over Morgan's face and it didn't get much better once Penelope got up from his bed and moved slowly towards him. Morgan could do nothing but watch, still wondering whether this now was real or not. Too much had happened lately that involved him and a certain blonde. And every time he had to realize that whatever happened was just some fantasy and he would never have her that way.

He could all of a sudden feel her hand on his chest, her eyes fixed on him and somehow this all felt so real. Her hands found the hem of his shirt, sliding underneath the fabric and stroking the skin. And then, all of a sudden it was gone, but not because it was unbuttoned or pushed up and over his head, no, Penelope had simply ripped it of his body, with buttons flying left and right, an action that definitely surprised him.

Morgan still didn't move, or maybe couldn't. He still tried to wrap his head around whether this was now real or not. So when he didn't seem to follow or mimic her actions any time soon, she hooked her fingers in the loops of his jeans and simply pulled him where she wanted him to be. If he didn't want to move all by himself than she would make him move.

Pushing him softly down, to sit on the edge of the bed she placed a knee on each side of him, straddling him and pulling him in for another kiss.

"And here I thought you wanted to show me how a real man takes really good care of a woman, Hot Stuff. Guess instead I need to show you how a real woman goes after what she wanted for so long," he whispered against his skin while kissing a wet trail down his neck, before travelling all up again and claiming his lips. This time Morgan decided to participate, letting his tongue dance with hers, exploring every inch on her mouth. Penelope leaned against him with all her weight, bringing him to fall back on the mattress with his upper body.

Her lips started another journey down, this time exploring also the perfectly sculpted and muscular chest, the well formed six-pack, before dipping her tongue softly into his navel. Her hands stroked up and down his body, before resting on the waistband of his jeans, stopping only for a moment, before popping the first button open.

By now Morgan had given up on finding out whether this was just another of his daydreams or whether this was for real. He just leaned back and enjoyed. As much as he could. And his moans were a pretty good indication for Penelope that she was doing this the right way.

Having the zipper pushed down as well, she indicated for him to lift his hips for a moment, letting her slide the fabric of his legs and leaving him in only boxer shorts and her still only clad in underwear. After claiming his lips once more with a deep, wild and hungry kiss she crawled down his body again, pushing his boxer shorts slowly down when she reach that area and only a few more moments and Morgan would hopefully feel these gorgeous and soft ruby red lips that were at the moment kissing every single muscle of his six-pack in wrapped around something entirely different. Just a few more moments. His release was so close.

Her lips traveled further south, peeling more of his black silk boxers back, revealing more skin to kiss and touch. And then he ….

Felt something ice cold on his chest… You got to be kidding me. A few moments later he felt the soft curves of a female body being tightly pressed against his back.

"I hope for you the reason for these noises is me," he all of a sudden heard a familiar female voice coming from behind him.

And for a moment Morgan had to laugh. He had to wonder though how she could have hands as cold as ice in the middle of July.

He pressed his body closer into the warmth and smiled. "Oh Baby. Trust me, there is no one else I would ever have these kind of dreams about. It has always been and will always be you. And see, even though we are together now since two years, you still haunt me in my dreams."

"That's only cause I'm the woman of your dreams, Hot Stuff. And because you can't get enough of me as well," Penelope laughed softly, before kissing the back of his neck and letting her hands roam slowly over his naked body, that was covered only by the sheets. They caressed his back, the tight abs and his chest, playing with his nipples, before moving down again.

"In every possible way," Morgan smiled, before turning around in Penelope's arms and facing her, stopping her hands from their exploration.

He rolled on top of her, his lips finding hers instantly, kissing her breathless. "Tell me about that dream again. The one you had about me and your birthday the other day. How did that end again?" he asked, getting a laugh out of her, which within minutes transformed into moans of pleasure that would last for quite a while.

Much later a satisfied Penelope had to smile about how this all had went. Maybe sometimes it wasn't the worst of ideas to share fantasies with your lover. Especially not if he was as keen and determined on making them a reality like Derek Morgan was.

THE END? Probably yes... but maybe ...