Feb. 1st: Joy – 100 words – Let's start off with a dramatic moment: Your characters are celebrating a victorious battle!
Penelope Garcia/Luke Alvez
A/N: Been a long time since I posted something, figured this would be a good way to get back into the swing of things.
"Woo! I got this!" Garcia pumped her fists
"You think so, huh? I'm catching up," Luke taunted, running alongside her.
"Don't get too cocky, noob," Garcia muttered as she sped up.
Normally, Garcia wouldn't have dared take up running again, not after that damned fitness test. But when Luke was talking about how fast he could run the other day, she couldn't help seeing it as a challenge. Somebody needed to pop his "I'm awesome!" bubble, damnit.
Besides, he looked kinda hot in those running shorts. Not that she'd ever admit that out loud.
Garcia shook those thoughts away. Luke was closing in, and she was almost...there…
"YES!" she cheered, crossing the finish line. "I won! I beat you!"
Luke slowed and bent over, hands on his knees, catching his breath. "You...did good...Garcia."
Garcia halted at his gentle tone. He gave her a small smile.
Eh, what the hell?
Garcia placed her hands on his cheeks, and gave him the biggest lip-smacking kiss imaginable.
The two straightened and stared for a moment. Then Garcia grinned, nudging him with her shoulder.
"...wanna run again, Luke?"
Went a bit over the word count, but oh, well :p. As always, reviews/critiques/etc. are appreciated.