A/N: Thank you all very much for the reviews already, they seriously mean the world to me and I know, I know, I start sounding like the always repeating record. But that is the way it is. For a writer they're fuel. They mean as much to me as the alerts and the fav'ing - despite this story still being in the beginning

The next day things were as always. Like they always would be no matter want had transpired the night before. Every single time. It wasn't as if either of them acted as if last night hadn't happened or that neither would deny it had happened at all. No. They were friends with benefits. And fully acknowledged it, despite Morgan not being entirely happy with Penelope not even considering the idea of them moving things somewhere serious even once. When they started sleeping together he was so into her that he would take whatever she was willing to give. Even if it was a sex-only, no strings relationship he went into it, hoping for the best. But he knew this no longer worked for him. He needed and wanted more than this.

Equipped with her favorite coffee, some sweets and pastry he made his way to her office. He sure wasn't trying to bribe her, but lifting her mood and spirits was usually a good start for another one of their discussions. At some point she had to give in, right? That, or she would stop doing it with him all together. If that would happen he would be back to square one and probably further away from his main goal than right now. And right now he already felt pretty far away.

"You know, last night, you … didn't need to leave," Morgan started in a low voice, closing the door to her office a bit more. He hated the way he sounded, a bit whiney and desperate, but the truth was that he was kinda desperate. He wanted her, and not just the way she wanted him. He wanted to prove to her that they could make this work. That they could work just perfectly actually and get something else out of their relationship than just physical satisfaction.

Penelope let out a sigh, before turning around in her chair and facing Morgan.

"Are we having this discussion again?" she asked, a slight plea in her voice, hoping they wouldn't go there yet once more. She somehow hadn't expected things to go this way all the time with him when they had started this. He after all was notorious for his player ways, his never-settle-down mentality.

"Well, you have never really given me a chance on convincing you of the fact that we don't have to be a bad idea, like you always seem to think?"

"Don't you think we already took a rather large risk at going that step with sleeping with each other?" she asked in a soft and quiet voice. Her office door was still slightly ajar and she after all didn't need the whole building to know about her and Derek Morgan's past time activities. There was already enough talk and gossip as it was, no need to add fuel to the fire.

"We both knew what we would get ourselves into. It was an agreement, kind of," she explained finally, sounding rather weak to Morgan.

"I'm not saying we didn't," Morgan argued in a calm voice. "I'm not even arguing I didn't agree. It sounded good at that time and probably something we both needed. A release we both needed, at the same time. "

"It sounded good?" Penelope asked suspiciously.

"Well it still is good," Morgan was quick at correcting himself.

"Oh you better believe it," Penelope laughed for a moment. "I rock your world. Several times, Hot Stuff," she smiled wickedly at him, which made this all somehow a bit more difficult. Because when she looked at him like that? He would do almost anything. The only look on her that topped her wicked smiles were the puppy dog eyes, but he of course would never tell her any of this. He needed to keep at least some of this stuff a secret from her if he wanted to ever get his way.

"Anyway… my point is that I am not sure whether this is where I want us to head," he simply said, seeing Penelope raise an eyebrow.

"It's not?" she asked playfully, with a smile at the end. One that didn't quite meet her eyes.

"We are great together, and don't get me started on the things we manage to do to each other, but … it's not what I want."

Penelope looked at him for a moment, weighing her options.

"I guess we are kind of stuck then, Hot Stuff," she smiled at him again. "I don't see me changing my mind anytime soon, baby."

"Well, then baby Girl, I hope you didn't get too used to our nights together, because if you did? There will be pretty hard times ahead of you," Morgan announced, making a few steps back until he was hitting the wall.

Penelope looked at him for a moment skeptical, like she tried to figure out what he was saying.

"What I'm saying is that … there won't be any more sex until I get at least one date with you. One proper date…" he explained further, watching Penelope carefully.

"Are you blackmailing me?" she asked finally in disbelief.

"Blackmail?" Morgan laughed, he just couldn't stop himself. He didn't mean to laugh, but this thought was rather amusing. "I'm not blackmailing you. I only use inappropriate manipulations in getting my will," he grinned, seeing her rolling her eyes.

"But why?" she asked, still looking rather confused at her best friend.

"Why what?" Morgan asked, although he already knew the answer to that question.

"Why do you want to destroy the good thing we have going on?"

"Why not see if we can make a good thing even better?" he asked with a hopeful smile. At least she wasn't arguing right away towards a no.

"Why fix a thing if it ain't broken?" she asked with a pout, making him smile once more. Sometimes her interpretations of things were just funny.

"The pout, sweetheart, won't get you anywhere I'm afraid. "I stand my ground. No sex until I get that date. All I want to do is show you that as good as we are together the way we are right now, we would rock even more when dating."

At that he just smiled softly at her, turned around and left, thinking he gave her enough to think about for one morning.