Talking the other night on FB with Kricket, I found out that she was under the weather. Well, I wanted to make her feel better, so I offered that if she chose the pairing and prompts, I would write it. Well, she chose M/G, a crowded subway, Morgan's lap to sit on, and high heels. Since I have never been on a subway, I had to wing it from all the movies I've seen. Although I reference "Risky Business" the scene was actually inspired by the Survivor video.
Dedicated to Kricket. Hope you like it. Can't wait to work with you soon.
Song prompt: "I Can't Hold Back" by Survivor. (check out the vid on YOUTUBE)
I Can't Hold Back
Derek Morgan hated crowds. Didn't matter if they were at malls, or ball games, or for no reason at all - he just hated them. Not because they made him uncomfortable - they made him nervous and on alert. Around crowds he couldn't relax as he continually looked around and scanned faces for potential threats. Maybe it was the cop in him, or maybe it was the trained federal agent…but no matter what he called it, crowds were the last thing he wanted to be in, and right now he was stuck in the middle of a big one.
He put the blame on love. And the makers of high heeled shoes for where he was right now: in downtown Chicago on a subway train filled with revelers after a Bulls victory. He couldn't stop looking around for trouble, and he thanked God for the side arm. He had grown up in Chicago and knew of its beauty and danger. But as he glanced at Penelope, he tried to relax.
"I knew Chicago was a toddlin' town," she quoted from the famous song in honour of the third largest city in America, "but I didn't know it was a bustling one."
"Baby Girl, in a city of three million people, I'm sure you're going to find more than a few Bulls fans," he replied tongue in cheek.
"That was a great game, wasn't it? I thought the bar was going to burst at the seams." She swayed a little with the motion of the train even though she held tight to the metal bar.
"Well, it was a sports bar, and if I remember correctly, a little blonde firecracker was leading the cheering." Derek smiled at the memory of Pen leading the patrons in song. He watched as she tried to hold on to the subway bar. "Are you tired?" he asked.
"Just a…" A yawn overwhelmed her. "Just a little," she replied, but her eyes drooped.
"Baby Girl. Why didn't you say something? I would have called a cab," he admonished.
Pen waved him off. "I'm fine. I wanted to take the subway."
"But you're wearing heels," he observed. "That can't be comfortable."
"I guess." She admitted. The train started to slow down before it stopped and the doors opened. A few people got off, but a few more came on. Derek took that moment to grab a free seat.
"Come here, Pen. Sit down."
Pen looked at Derek. "How? You took the only free seat."
He patted his lap. "Right here."
"Derek…" She looked around in embarrassment. "I can't."
"Didn't stop you last week at the movie theatre."
"That was different," she argued. "It was a full house and it was a Liam Neeson movie."
"But it was in public," he reminded her saucily.
"The lights were out."
"Ah, come on Pen. Give your legs a rest; it's going to be a long walk to Mom's." His eyes snapped with mischief.
Pen looked around and shrugged. No one seemed to care one way or the other, and she was possibly going to have the best seat on the train. So what the hell. Sitting down, she tried to keep as close to the edge of his knees as possible.
"What's wrong?" Derek whispered in her ear.
"Uh nothing," she whispered back. The rocking of the train only added to her uneasiness.
"Nothing?" he wondered and shifted his legs. He smiled as he felt her buttocks clench on his thighs. "I felt that."
"I'm trying to keep my balance."
"You could keep it easier if you would scoot back. Come on Pen. What are you afraid of?" His breath was warm on her ear and she could feel the heat rising from Derek's loins. Before she could speak, she yelped out in pain as a stranger stepped on her foot.
"OW!" she exclaimed.
"Watch where you're going, will you?" Derek bit out. His arm wrapped protectively around Pen's waist and drew her further on his lap. "Now, that's better."
"For you?"
"For you, too."
For a long minute, Pen and Derek sat in silence as they tried not to appear anything but blasé about the situation. But as the train continued to gently sway and rub their bodies together, there was no denying the sexual tension rising between them.
The train stopped and more people departed. The car was nearly empty.
"The seat beside you is empty," Pen observed and moved to get off Derek's lap.
"Stop," he growled in her ear. "Don't move," he warned.
Pen frowned. "What do you mean…?" Derek moved his pelvis against her. There was no denying the evidence of his arousal pressed against her. "Oh!" Her mouth formed the word.
"Oh? That's all you can say?" he asked. Pen shifted her weight. "Stop that!"
"What's wrong, Derek Morgan? Can't handle it?"
Derek tried to breathe, but as the train shifted, it only helped make the situation harder to handle. Wrong choice of words, he chastised himself.
"How are you going to walk to your mother's like that?" Pen asked innocently.
"We stay on the train until I can move."
"And how long will that be?"
"Considering you are sitting on my lap and the train keeps moving - it's certainly not helping things - I would say that it's going to take a lap or two around the city," he surmised.
Pen's eyes widened. "A lap or two?"
"If I'm lucky."
Pen let out a long breath. "I guess this isn't the right time to let you in on a little secret," she muttered softly, lest the other passengers might over hear.
"And what would that be?" Derek wondered.
Pen leaned back close enough for him to hear: "I'm not wearing any underwear."
Derek made a strangled noise in his throat. "You're what?"
"Naked under this skirt."
"Oh god." Swiftly and secretly, Derek ran a finger over her hip. "Oh lord," he mumbled. "Pen…"
The train came to a stop and the last few passengers departed. Turning half way around, Pen looked at Derek. "Everyone is gone."
"They are," he agreed.
"Guess I'd better get you ready for that walk home."