Ok, so right now I am in a state of utter shock...just watched the last episode of the 5th season of House and as a Huddy shipper I am gutted, but as a House fan in general I gotta say it was Fan-effing-tastic! Seriously guys...in shock...was almost in tears and...just w-o-w....sorry about that stray into another fandom, just a slight excuse for any mistakes you may read below...brain not quite in gear....anyways, to the matter at hand:
Disclaimer: I don't own CM.
Once Will Never Be Enough
Morgan's eyes were glued to the bathroom doors, waiting and watching for Garcia to come back out, ready to get up and shake his way through the throngs to meet her. That was until the three girls came back out – dancing. His eyes were glued to her, following her every little move, his eyes moving with her swaying hips, her facial expressions as she danced from concentration with that little crease between her perfectly shaped eyebrows to happiness with the 100 watt smile that, even from this far away, managed to melt his heart. His pulse rocketed as the three were approached by a group of three guys and he felt the now familiar surge of jealousy rip tare through his gut, carrying him from the table and to his Baby Girl. He was going to be the one dancing with her, no one else. Ever.
He reached them with a few fast strides and took her hand. Before she or any of the guys could protest (not that she was about to though) he was twirling her away from the group and into his well muscled arms. She hummed contentedly as he pulled her in close before releasing her and beginning to dance with all his usual charm and charisma directed directly at her, and she felt like she would melt into a puddle on the floor. Instead, she smiled, grinning cheekily at him before leaning into his ear.
"Did you not want me to dance with them sugar?" she asked, her voice low and unbearably sexy.
"I wanted to dance with you." He replied, his familiar deep voice so close to her ear causing a shiver of delight to creep up her spine. She grinned like a Cheshire Cat as she pulled back from him, their eyes meeting as she did so and a silent message being played behind both of their eyes: 'I want you. I need you. I love you.'
If only she knew what he was thinking, it would be so much easier. When the song sped up, their bodies were practically gyrating against each other, both fighting the increasingly strong urge to pull the other to them and kiss them with all the passion and love in the world.
JJ and Emily, who were by now dancing with the two guys who had came over earlier were smiling and shooting looks at each other: Garcia almost had him…it wouldn't be long now before he cracked, and they couldn't wait to see it.
Morgan twirled her around so that she was facing away from him, checking out her rounded posterior in the fitted dress. He almost growled at the sight as her hips shook again. Then he took a step forward, his body a bare centimetre from hers and she could feel his closeness and she smiled an almost predatory grin, pleased as punch as he placed his hands on her hips, guiding them in time with his own, side to side.
"Baby Girl." He murmured into her curls.
"Mm-hm." She hummed in response, continuing to move to the music.
"You look so beautiful tonight." He said, his voice low and gravely and she almost purred at how it sounded.
"Thanks Hot Stuff, you're not looking too bad yourself." She replied, turning herself back around to face him, her hands going to his shoulders again as the song slowed. He gulped at the spectacular view of her gratuitous cleavage that was now in front of him. He tried to name as many football players as he could to keep the stirring in his pants from escalating. She noticed the slight far away look in his eyes and leant into his ear again:
"You ok there Handsome?" She asked, her warm breath landing on his neck causing him to shiver and forget all about the footballers, his full attention back on the beautiful and so very tempting creature in his arms. He nodded yes before motioning that he was going to get a drink. She followed him to the table, taking a seat while he went to the bar.
She flashed an almost dangerous grin at Reid and Rossi and they got the message it held: 'Don't you dare mention a thing.' And so they didn't; they knew better than to piss off Garcia.
Morgan was going to order a drink, when instead he decided that some fresh air would do him the world of good, clear his head for a bit, so he headed for the door. And when Garcia noticed that he wasn't at the bar, she frowned. 'Where'd he go?'
"Outside." JJ mouthed as she and Emily made their way back to the table, and Garcia practically launched herself out of her seat and towards the door.
"What's going on with those two?" Rossi asked Emily and JJ as they sat back down. They just smiled in response.
"There's always something going on with those two." Emily said, her grin widening. "Maybe they both realise that now." She said, deliberately vague, knowing that she really didn't have to spell it out.
The cool night air was doing wonders to relieve the sheen of sweat which had collected on his skin from dancing and just being that close to the woman of his dreams, and fantasies. His mind however would not let go of the images of Penelope Garcia dancing with him, for him, next to him, or even the sound of her voice as she spoke in his ear. He shivered at the memory of her warm breath on his neck before shaking his head to try to dispel the images, to try and get his thoughts under control.
This feat proved fruitless however when the object of his thoughts came sashaying out into the night with a bright smile and a greeting:
"What's up Sweet Cheeks?" She asked, noting his expression.
"Nothing." He replied. "Just needed a breather."
"Yeah, it was pretty hot in there." She agreed – and so were you, she thought but didn't say – before adding: "What's really bothering you sweetness? You can tell me." She said with a smile, placing her hand on his arm, feeling the muscle underneath her hand contract as he crossed his arms in front of his body.
'The fact that I love you, and I want you, and I want nothing more than to kiss you right here right now.' he thought to himself before realising he needed to answer before she tried to dig any deeper. She would get it out of him and he didn't think now was the best time, she and Kevin had just broken up after all.
"Just needed to think." He said, smiling at her from under his lashes and her heart almost stopped, man he was just too hot!
"About what hon?" She asked, hoping to God that her plan was working.
"Whether or not I should do something." He said, deliberately vague.
"And what might that be Tiger?" She asked, while her mind was screaming at her to shut up and kiss those deliciously kissable lips.
He didn't grace her question with a verbal response, instead he did what she had been thinking about and pressed his lips to hers, pushing her against the wall as he did so. His body was pressed against her softer one and he moaned when she began to participate fully in the kiss, her mouth parting slightly as she moaned. Their tongues met and danced, caressing and probing the others' mouth. He tasted of the chocolate he had eaten not long ago and a hint of bourbon, and he smelled of his familiar cologne that, at this present moment, smelt so much more erotic than it had done not two minutes ago. She didn't want this to stop, ever, so she kissed him fiercely, her passion building as his skilled lips continued their assault.
She tasted of cherries with a hint of the whisky she had drank earlier on her tongue. He was, and would now forever be, addicted to her. The scent of her deliciously fruity perfume was overwhelming his senses and he knew he didn't want to stop. He kissed her fiercely, pouring all of his built up passion into the kiss, wanting to show her just how beautiful she was to him.
"Sorry." He murmured against her lips as he pulled back to see the pink tint across her cheeks and slightly swollen red lips that he knew he was never going to stop wanting to devour.
"That," She said, her voice slightly breathy, "was something you should not be apologizing for." Her kiss-swollen lips curled into the most beautiful smile he had ever seen and so he went with his gut and kissed her again.
It was slower this time, softer, more tender. Their lips brushing just ever so slightly at first, as if he was testing to see if she would refuse – like that was going to happen, she'd been planning for this to happen all night, and although it hadn't occurred the way she had planned she really didn't care, it was so good, too good to give a damn how it had happened. She was just so glad that it had actually happened - before it became more probing and then more sensual. She looked into his eyes and saw the pools of desire there for her and only her and she gasped. He used this to his advantage and ran his tongue across her lower lip, tasting once more the deliciously addictive flavour that was distinctly her.
She was lost in the kiss, her eyes fluttering shut as her hands found there way to his neck, her manicured nails scratching slightly as she pulled him closer, urging him to kiss her more deeply. When she felt his whole body pressing her into the wall she could only think of how good he felt against her and how good his lips really were. Her fantasies had not done him justice.
She frowned and moaned in disapproval as he pulled away once more. He placed his forehead against hers and whispered, his voice rough: "I think we should go back inside Baby."
"What?" She asked, her brain still not back to full functioning capacity due to his proximity and his smell invaded her senses once more.
"If we stay out here any longer I don't think I'll be able to stop Sugar." He mumbled and she felt it rumble through her neck as he placed a chaste kiss to her throat, inhaling her scent once more before planting his lips on hers for a last fix from his newest drug before pulling himself from her and grinning at her. She was using the wall for her support, her hair slightly mussed from his hands and her lips swollen from their kiss, a massive (even for Garcia) grin adorning her beautifully flushed face.
"And that would be a bad thing in what reality?" She questioned him with a smirk, standing up straight once more and taking a step towards him.
He grinned at her comment before his face turned serious: "You just broke up with someone," He was unable to say the name in fear of growling it out, "And I won't take advantage of that Baby Girl."
"You have got to be kidding me baby, I was more than a willing participant in that just there, I've been trying to get you to do that all night." She smirked at his bemused expression. "You would never be taking advantage of me, sugar. More like I'd be taking advantage of a good situation." She smirked before rubbing the tinge of red lipstick off of his bottom lips and receiving a low growl of appreciation from his throat. She smiled at him and pushed him ahead of her back through the door to the bar.
"You're checking me out aren't you Baby Girl?" He asked over his shoulder without looking back.
"Always, Hot Stuff. Always. Who could not with that tush?" She said, her smile growing as he gave his hips a little wiggle and laugh escaped his throat.
"You're still not getting those chaps pictures." He said in reply.
"Aww man." She pouted before her eyes light up with wicked intent. "Wait? So they do exist?"
"May-be." He said teasingly, turning and winking at her before they headed for the table.
JJ and Emily watched with interest as the two re-entered the bar, wanting to know if they had both got what they wanted. They were unsure however, because the two acted like they always did: flirting and banter and pet names. When Morgan was chatting to Reid and Rossi about some sports team or other, the girls turned to Penelope, JJ just arching an eyebrow at her in a silent question. She just smiled at them and took a sip of her drink, some fruity cocktail or other, choosing not to answer them. Choosing to leave them hanging for a little bit. Unfortunately her refusal to answer confirmed what they thought and they both grinned at her, their eyes sparkling with all of the things they wanted to say to her, ask her and all the details they wanted to pry from her.
JJ and Emily stood up, getting ready to leave. They collected their coats and then pulled Garcia from her seat, announcing that they were all leaving, they had Girls' Night ahead and that they would see them all tomorrow. Garcia smiled back at the men at the table apologetically, before blowing them a kiss and trailing after the other two ladies.
"Call me when you girls get home." She heard Morgan call as she walked away and she smiled, she would get to hear his gorgeous voice later that night after all. But then she would have all the details pulled from her by her two other best friends, well not so much pulled as coaxed. She was really dying to talk to them about it, get their 'expert' opinions on what the hell she was supposed to do now.
What'd you think? Ideas, constructive criticsim, hints, tips, rants, random musings...all welcome and loved :)
Next Up: Phonecall between the two; JJ and Emily grilling Garcia; Their advice; Morgan has another dream ;)
