Fair Point
Penelope goes along on a case, her and Luke have to share a room and the inevitable happens.
Contains smut.
Thank you for the support. Updates for Summer, Cash, Fog, all coming this week. A When update, and possibly the start of a new fic coming next week.
I wrote a one shot that deals with some of the info about the premier people have been talking about, but my idea is not like anyone else's theories. If I read it again and don't hate it, I will post it too.
Penelope was cursing herself for not packing different sleepwear. However, she couldn't figure out if she wished she'd brought more prude clothing or more revealing.
Luke materialized from the hotel bathroom, shirtless and dripping wet. Of course. She took a glimpse before she continued to dig through her stuff.
"Bet you're going to have to do a load of laundry before the week is up." Penelope tried to make casual conversation.
"I thought I'd just throw my stuff out." Luke chuckled as he passed her to reach his bed, where he'd left his bag open.
"Hmm, maybe that's best. Since you had to get the stench off of you, at least you don't have to hog the bathroom in the morning."
"Anything to make it more convenient for you." He playfully scoffed. "Who cares if we have to keep getting in the gross mud pit as long as you have more time to make your hair perfect?"
"Precisely." She smiled at him as he shook his head. She disappeared into their shared bathroom, going through her nightly routine and changing into her short shorts and small tank top. She was checking herself in the mirror. He was going to see her without makeup, but her skin was pretty perfect. Her glasses still made her eyes intriguing even without mascara. But her clothes… they weren't sexy, which is how she thought Luke might've seen her one day, and they also weren't conservative which is what would've happened, if she had been prepared to share a room.
Luke propped up on his pillows and flipped through the channels, landing on an eighties movie marathon. When Penelope emerged from the bathroom, he glanced at her casually and then hit the menu button on the remote to pretend to be still scouring for decent entertainment.
"Oooh, I love this movie!" Penelope wailed. She stuffed her belongings in her bag and then set it on the floor. She crawled on top of her bed and perched on the far edge, closest to Luke's bed.
"Not tired either?" he queried.
"We're in the same time zone, and it's only ten," she explained without removing her eyes from the screen. "You of course have the bed the tv points towards," she pouted.
He chuckled. "You picked that bed." He pointed towards hers.
"I just set my stuff down wherever the universe told me to."
"The universe?"
"Yeah, I listen to…"
"Instinct?"
"You say instinct; I say the universe is subliminally sending me messages." She shrugged.
He was watching her watch the movie. "It's against my instinct to be over here." He used the remote to point at the mattress beneath him.
She finally turned toward him. "Why?" She was genuinely curious.
"I should be between you and the door. In case something happened, I would be between you and danger."
He said it so seriously she tried to stifle her giggle. "What if there's a fire? Then I'm further away from safety."
"I'd make sure you were out of the door before me, so if you get stuck, so do I." Luke also stated this seriously but was now watching the screen as well. She examined his profile. They were family now. She had less and less venom towards him. Sometimes she could still manage it, but it was sort of rare nowadays. It didn't fit into the team dynamic as much anymore.
"Who knew that we'd be able to share a room without one of us plotting the other's death? Instead we're talking about not letting each other die." Penelope was squinting at the confusing commercial.
Luke swiveled his head towards her. "Uh, I was never the mean one."
"Meh." She waved a hand at him, indicating it was a moot point.
He sniggered. "Okay, Chica."
"You haven't called me that in a long time. How come?" She curiously awaited his answer.
He tilted his head as he contemplated her. He let his eyes fall to her crossed legs beneath her, smiling at her child-like excitement for a movie. "I don't know." He shrugged. "It's almost like we're more professional with each other now than we were back then."
She stuck her lips out as she contemplated. "You're not wrong. That's a bit odd. Why did we do that?"
"We?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "You do still get some licks in when you can. But otherwise, I don't know, it's sort of like you ignore me."
"I don't ignore you. I'm painstakingly aware that you are always around." She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "And when do I get jabs in anymore?" she asked genuinely.
He almost let out a disbelieving laugh. "Garcia, are your ears burning? My ears are the same temperature as the rest of my body, hot. Oh, wait, that sounds like flirting, I don't flirt with you, it's in my mission statement. What do you want?" He finished reciting the conversation from memory and waited for her to respond.
She cleared her throat. "Maybe I let things slip out occasionally," she conceded.
He had a huge smile on his face, and one eyebrow raised as he nodded. "Yeah."
They both laughed. "I guess I'll just sleep on the right side of my bed even though I like the left." She motioned towards the tv that was hardest for her to see from her bed as she grabbed at the sheets.
"Do you want to switch beds?"
"Nah, it's funny that you don't get the bed you want," she said sincerely.
He was silently laughing as he pulled back the covers. "I'm going to sleep on the left side of my bed even though I like the right, just so I can at least be closer to the potential dangers coming from the hallway."
She giggled. "You do whatever your heart desires."
He shook his head. "How did we end up sharing? Please remind me." He settled under the covers as he asked.
"Tara's not here. Emily can't be in a room with a subordinate of the opposite sex, which is sort of archaic. What if she's a lesbian?" Penelope asked seriously as Luke chuckled. "Anyway, JJ is straight and married, so she's not going to share with you smelly boys. Spencer isn't here, which leaves us with Simmons and Rossi. Rossi shares with nobody, except in dire circumstances, like this. It's pretty obvious him and I wouldn't share, so that left him to share with either you or Matt. Matt's also married, so you're the lucky winner of my amazing entertaining self."
"It's worrying that there weren't more rooms available considering that if Tara and Reid were here then we would be sharing beds." He raised his eyes at her, wondering how that would've worked.
"I shared a one bed room with Derek once, but he slept on the floor like the superhero he is." Penelope rolled her eyes. "Small Alaska town, one inn, four rooms, and as I said, Rossi never shares." She giggled.
"Derek should've slept in bed with you? His wife wouldn't have liked that I'm sure."
"He didn't even have a girlfriend at the time." Penelope waved off his comment. "He did it because I had a boyfriend. That was not a fun phone call to make. Kevin was… not pleased, and then the phone signal cut off, and I got to have a long redundant argument when we got back." Penelope rolled her eyes.
"Not to take Kevin's side, but, if you were my girlfriend, I wouldn't want you sleeping next to another guy." Luke informed her sincerely. "I understand why you and I would share. We're the single ones."
Penelope shrugged. "I wouldn't like if the roles were reversed. But Kevin is long gone, and Derek is still my best friend. I'm not sure I wanted my relationship then. If I did, I doubt I would have told Derek to just freaking get in the bed already." She let her voice reenact exactly how she'd said it to him in the whiny voice.
Luke almost chuckled, but he couldn't quite manage it. "I hope you broke up soon after that."
"Oh yeah sure, like five minutes later. That, or, ya know, a couple years, give or take.".
Luke laughed. "So, Penelope Garcia cowardly stayed in a relationship? Interesting."
"It was comfortable. He was at work, so he could just come to my office for lunch. Sometimes he'd help on our cases." She shrugged again.
"Wow, it's like a romance novel."
She rolled her eyes. "Why are we discussing this?"
"The beds."
"Only happens in small towns or busy cities. I usually get my own room because you all have your go-tos."
"Matt is a treasure to wake up to." Luke laughed.
Penelope couldn't help but laugh. They stayed silent for a few moments. "Ya know it's stupid that there's a rule about subordinates. I get it, but do they think we're just going to jump each other's bones just because we're in a hotel? I can count thirteen places where we can get it on at the office, so if it's about opportunity…"
Luke laughed. "Thirteen?"
"That's without trying."
He shook his head. "This is a suggestive and intimate setting."
"I guess," she said unconvinced.
"So you and I would've discussed you begging Derek to get in bed and how Kevin felt about it if we weren't here?" He motioned around.
"Ew, I did not beg. I could've broken up with Kevin and slept in Derek's bed every night, even in D.C. He'd have let me."
Luke rolled his eyes. "Okay, but the other part," he prompted.
"I see what you mean, but, still, do they think I've only not offered you a blow job because I've never had the opportunity?" she asked incredulously.
Luke's eyes went wide, but he could barely contain his chuckle. "Not as convenient as this."
"Oh please, we've been out of the office together plenty."
"Sure, but mostly with the team."
"But a couple of times without. I could've gone down on you while you were driving me back home from dropping off Lou. Not incredibly comfortable, I'll admit, but not impossible."
He broke out in laughter. "Garcia, you are…"
"Oh whatever, we're not teenagers. We can say stuff without giggling. Well, most of the time." She giggled. "You could've easily offered me a ride home if you were trying to get in my pants, or, when we have house gatherings at my place, you could've just lingered and been the last one there." She shrugged.
"But there is an extra element at play here. It's not about manoeuvring a situation." He raised an eyebrow at her until she bopped her head side to side "Plus, no one's ever been successful about getting in your pants. You don't own any."
They both laughed. "That proves my point. Look how easy I make it. It's only a matter of fingering me underneath table, don't even have to undress me."
They both laughed harder. "I will keep that in mind. Actually, I'm pretty sure I couldn't forget it."
"Well then…" she said intrigued, "maybe you're not as bland as you… always, always, seem to be." Her eyes lit up as she watched him put his hand over his chest.
"You concede that being in the same hotel room, much more suggestive than group outings?"
She closed one eye. "I don't know about that."
"Really? So you can't acknowledge that right now, we're not even three feet from each other, and you could just crawl over here, and we could fuck, and nobody would even be looking for us for another nine hours? All while we're behind a locked door that no one else has the key to? You're trying to tell me sneaking around at work is as simple as that?"
Penelope cleared her throat and then spoke in a low voice. "Okay, maybe you have two points."
He raised his eyebrow and nodded. "Yeah, I think I do." He was smiling at the fact that he'd made her blush for once.
She stayed silent. "Turn it up. I can't hear it."
"Can't hear over the deafening silence of me being correct."
"Shut up."
They both settled in their sheets. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"I'm not. I'm not. It's just unsettling that I agree with you."
"Fair point."
….
All day the only thing Penelope could think about was what Luke had said. He was right. He was less than three feet away. He was less than three feet away, and he was shirtless. He was shirtless in a bed, a bed that was in arm's reach, all night long.
Whenever she wasn't busy, she was thinking about all the different things that could happen if she did choose to crawl into his bed. All the dirty disgusting things she could do, or he could do, she wasn't picky. Luke was attractive, too attractive. It was awful how pretty he was. She always knew this and held him accountable for it, but damn him for reminding her when she was only partially clothed and unable to do anything about her own arousal.
Luke was grateful to be distracted and dirty for the fourteen hour day, mostly spent in another muddy ditch. Except for when his mind would wander to everything Penelope said the night before. Talk about dirty. He'd tried his damnedest not to think about her, not to think about the fact that tonight he'd be in the same predicament as the night before: too close, yet so far away. He wasn't sure if he would trade his right hand to be done with the case today, or if he'd sell his soul to make sure they never had to leave that room again.
When the team arrived back at the station, Penelope and Luke made eye contact and then swiftly averted their gazes. Their four team members caught it right away. The two people who were trying to seem busy didn't see the glances exchanged and the smirks on the others.
"Hey, I'll buy us all dinner. That is if the boss is cutting us loose?" Rossi deferred to Emily.
"Yes, we should rest up, especially if we are doing it all again tomorrow," Emily agreed.
"Can we shower first? Not that I don't love smelling like dirt." JJ grinned.
"Yeah, it would be nice to not have mud in my socks while I eat," Matt agreed.
"No problems, let's all shower quickly, and meet in the restaurant of our hotel in an hour." Rossi agreed. "Kitten, can you make a reservation for us so we don't have to wait."
"Of course. Let me just finish packing up. I can meet you all back there." Penelope was shutting off her computers.
"Nonsense, it will only take you ten minutes to pack up right? Alvez can wait for you." Emily said with a straight face, although she didn't know how.
"Don't you need to shower too?" Penelope asked Luke.
"But you don't, so he doesn't have to worry about sharing the bathroom with anyone," Matt explained.
"Let's head out. We'll see you in an hour." JJ gave the two people a small wave as Matt handed Luke the keys to the other SUV.
"You need me to do anything?" Luke asked Penelope.
"Yeah, stay over there so I don't inhale your stench." She smiled at him.
He smiled back. "The quicker you are, the quicker I can shower. I'll even promise to put on cologne if it motivates you." He almost winced. Was he flirting?
Penelope was reaching over her borrowed desk and unplugging cords. She purposely didn't look up at him. "You usually smell pretty nice, but it couldn't hurt." Wait, was she flirting?
Luke took interest in the file on the desk, pretending to read it, or actually trying to read it but not retaining any of the words. "Did you check the movies for tonight?"
"There's an eighties marathon all week so we're set," she replied. "Or you are, since you've got the good bed." She leaned over her last laptop, waiting for it to shut off.
"I won't bite. You can watch from mine." He took a deep breath, not even sure how he let the invitation slip from his lips. He kept his eyes glued to the page in front of him.
Penelope's eyes widened, but she continued to watch her screen as it faded to black. "I wouldn't want to put you out," she said as casually as she could.
"The bed is big enough for us to both fit while we watch it. Done?" He stood up from his place leaning against the desk.
"Yup, let's go, mud lover." She put her bag over her shoulder, but Luke took the laptop out of her hands to carry it for her.
"I offered to share my bed. Be nice."
"Oh, if I share your bed, it would make me the nicest." She led the way to the exit.
"I don't doubt it," he replied, and she scoffed.
"We've been agreeing a lot this week. It's sort of spooky." She got in the passenger's seat, and he handed her her laptop. "I feel like we only agree when it's something too big for us, like chaos theories and alcoholic beverages. Something out of our control."
"Fair point."
…..
"How can you shower that quickly?" Penelope was laying on her stomach on her bed, playing on her phone while she waited for Luke.
Luke walked past her bed to his. He had taken his jeans into the bathroom but not a shirt. "Old army habit."
"Old Army habit of never wearing a shirt too?" She let her eyes roam over his back as he was digging through his bag.
"It's my way of being nice."
She laughed. "Preemptive payback."
"You're welcome."
He was buttoning his shirt as she got off the bed and headed to the bathroom. Leaving the door open, she called back to him, "I didn't say thank you yet." She grabbed her lip gloss and was applying it in the mirror.
"But I think you will." He followed her in the bathroom and grabbed his cologne out of his toiletry bag.
"You don't actually have to wear cologne." She leaned forward to wipe at the side of her lip.
"Yeah, I don't want them to profile me if I put it on more than I usually do, but a promise is a promise, so I've got to put some on."
Penelope watched as the mist hit the skin on his chest, and then his fingers began to button his shirt. "You're right. No one's going to hug you goodnight, so I doubt they'll get close enough."
"At least you know, right?" He winked at her, and she smiled coquettishly.
"You and I have secrets now? This is getting interesting." She threw her lip gloss into her makeup bag and exited the bathroom right behind him.
"I'll say." He was strapping his watch back on his wrist.
"What does that mean?" She grabbed her wallet, so they could head down to dinner.
"Fuck if I know."
She huffed in agreement. She opened the door, and he followed her in the hallway. "Next thing I know you'll be holding my hand, and we'll have to get everyone to the hospital pronto so they can recover from their heart attacks," she said dryly as she boarded the elevator.
Luke was chuckling. "Wouldn't we have to recover from ours first?"
"You're deductive skills continue to improve."
"I think I'm getting smarter by the day," he agreed.
As they walked towards the hotel restaurant, they saw the team already seated. "Do you think they're discussing us?" she quizzed him.
"They told us an hour and purposely came down fifteen minutes early just so they could compare notes about whether we're doing it."
"You don't actually think they think that, do you? Aren't we all more professional than that?"
"Are we?"
"Fair point." They approached the table. "Hey mis amigos. What's cracka-lackin?" Penelope sat down.
"What is this conversation that appears to be so intriguing?" Luke asked with a playful attitude the team rarely saw from him as he took the seat next to Penelope that was miraculously left for him.
"Nothing. Why are you two in such a good mood?" Emily asked amused as she exchanged glances with the other three members of the team.
Penelope reached out for her water and brought it to her lips. "I don't know for sure, but probably all the sex." She lifted one shoulder as she turned to Luke for confirmation.
"Oh, for sure." He agreed without hesitation.
"The uh -" Matt's eyebrows furrowed as he observed his two friends and then checked with the remaining three people for confirmation that he heard correctly, which he got by everyone's equal look of shock.
Both Luke and Penelope started laughing. "Is that not what you all were discussing without us?" Luke questioned as he grabbed his water.
The four people at the table had the decency to seem at least slightly apologetic. "Okay, just, why are you two always looking at each other like you do? You always look at each other like that." JJ felt exasperated.
"What are you talking about? How do we look at each other?" Penelope questioned.
JJ turned to Rossi who was next to her in disbelief. "Uh okay, I might be one of the grandfathers of profiling, but are you two serious right now? A blind, a-sexual pomegranate could see the way you look at each other." He had his hand on the table, palm up as if trying to grasp the answer.
Both Luke and Penelope turned to each other, and, though they had smiles on their faces, they both were confused, and it showed.
"Oh my God. Never mind. Let's not pretend any of us are good enough to solve that mystery." Emily picked up her water. "Damn having to be the boss. I can't even have a little wine?" She rolled her eyes.
….
"That was interesting," Luke said as he followed Penelope through their hotel room door.
"I'll say. And what do they mean 'look at each other?'" She questioned him as she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her cardigan and walked into the bathroom to change.
"I don't know. How do I look at you?" he called out to her as he went to his own bag.
Penelope left the door open as she brushed her teeth and washed her face. She peeked her head around the corner with just a bra strap showing. "Sometimes you do look at me with, well, I don't know what, but it's not nothing."
Luke had turned to her, but she moved back into the bathroom. "Are you changing?"
"Duh."
"I'll just change out in the open too." He took off his shirt and jeans.
"I'm in the bathroom," she protested.
"With the door open."
"I kept my underwear and bra on." She exited the bathroom.
"So did I, minus the bra." He argued as she crawled in her bed. He blatantly watched her chest jiggle. "You're minus a bra now too."
"I slipped on my tank top and then pulled it off through the arms so…"
"You might as well go topless. That top isn't providing any support." He walked past her bed to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
"Oh please, like you're complaining." She bent over to plug her phone in underneath the nightstand between their two beds.
Luke returned after a minute. "I'd never complain," he agreed. "Your shorts are basically underwear by the way." He threw himself on his bed as she finished her task.
"I usually sleep in underwear so you're actually witnessing me being demure, I think." She sat on the edge of her bed as he grabbed the remote.
"Damn, what the fuck do you wear when you're being seductive?" He found the the movie marathon.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"That's why I asked." He turned to her with an eyebrow raised.
"Not shorts that I have to roll the band over just to make them less annoying."
"That's why they look shorter today?"
"I've given up on trying to be aware of your sensibilities."
"Don't ever do that on my account."
"You're very bold today."
"So are you."
"Fair point." She reached over to shut off the lamp and pulled at the covers of her bed.
"You're not watching from over here?" He was adjusting pillows under his head.
"Do you want me to?"
"Do you want to?"
"Are we serious right now?"
"I already put the movie on." He was still watching her as she perched on the edge of her bed, watching him. "Fair warning though, I have already seen the ending so I'm not that interested in it."
Penelope almost smirked. She got up and crawled over his legs to get on his right side. "I get to be closest to the tv, you get to be between me and the door, so I suppose this is a great idea." She got under the covers, facing away from him.
Luke turned down the volume and set the remote on the nightstand. "Perfect plan." He settled onto his side.
They both watched until the commercial break. "Entertain me. The commercials are so long."
"I'm your personal amusement park?"
"Hardly, I've never even ridden you."
Luke laughed and moved his hand under the covers. "I'm supposed to entertain you, right? So tell me when you're fully amused so I can stop."
He let his fingers trail just the hint of skin that was exposed between her tank top and shorts. He moved his hand down to her bare thigh and started rubbing circles.
"You call this entertainment?" She sarcastically tsked, but in reality she could barely keep herself from shaking at the barely there motions. It was sensual yet innocent, and it was driving her wild.
"You call these shorts." He countered and pulled at the waist band and let it pop back onto her skin.
"If you're so offended by them-"
"I am." He used both hands to push the shorts down. She lifted her hip to let him get them to her thighs, and then he pulled them down her legs and tossed them over to her bed.
"Better?" She questioned as she kept her eyes on the tv.
"These barely exist. No wonder those shorts felt so confining." He pulled at the string of her panties and snuck two fingers under it to draw a line on her hip bone.
"So you see my dilemma." She was keeping her voice as even as possible, but she was also squeezing her thighs together, hoping to dull the ache she felt in between her legs.
"No need to continue being uncomfortable for me."
"Very kind of you sir. How can I repay you?"
"You mean I'm not interrupting your movie?"
"What movie?"
Luke smirked and kissed her shoulder. "Penelope, as much fun as this game is, can you tell me what the boundaries are? Because I'm going to be honest with you, I don't think I'm going to remember any of my own in about a minute." He let his lips move to her back and then her neck. "Turn around."
She did, and he leaned in to kiss her. His arms were holding her close, and she brought hers around to circle around his neck. Both of them immediately used their tongues to taste each other and pressed their bodies closely into each other.
"Fuck, what are we doing?" she asked when she pulled away from him to look into his eyes.
He brought one hand to push the hair out of her eyes. "God I wish I knew. All I know is that I feel compelled to touch you. I always have."
"We need to talk about this, but we can't when we're not in our right minds." She leaned in to kiss his chin and then rub her cheek on his beard.
"We don't have to do anything we might regret. It's a choice to let this get away from us." He held her head firmly as she peppered kisses down his throat.
She kissed over his chest. "Yes, that was the perfect spot to put cologne."
"Fuck." He pulled her away when she lightly bit his skin. "So uh, what are the rules?" He started to kiss her neck the same way she had done to him and then down to her chest.
"I think my underwear need to stay on."
He bit lightly into the swell of her breast. "Please god, tell me that doesn't apply to your shirt."
"I don't think I could hold out. I don't have that sort of self discipline." She moved her hands down to pull at her tank.
Luke swatted her hands away. She sat up enough for him to pull it off of her, and he threw it toward her bed as well. "Fuck." He stared at her chest for longer than he knew he should have, but he'd been thinking about those for a long time.
"Earth to Newbie. Not that I mind you staring, but please tell me you're going to play with them because, if not, I might need to go play with myself."
Luke raised an eyebrow at her. "We're going to talk about that later." But he let his mouth and his hands descend upon her breasts at the same time. He placed hungry kisses all over them, using both hands to push them together. He was feeling the weight of them and how they looked when he ran his thumbs over them. "Fuck, your nipples." He let his eyes dart between the very hard points. He moved his hands to her butt as his mouth returned to her breasts. She was tangling her hands in his hair until she disengaged one to come down and feel his chest. He came back up to kiss her again. They both moaned as they kissed, and he dug his nails into her ass.
They both pulled away after a few more moments. "Okay, this is-" Penelope tried to calm her breathing, but both of their chests were heaving.
"Seriously, Penelope, you're going to need to tell me where the line is because right now I want to fuck you six ways to Sunday and then call into work on Monday so I can fuck you some more, and I'm guessing we're not there yet." He took a nipple in his mouth again.
"I know. Although I can't remember why right now." She hissed when he placed a light bite on the swell of her breast.
"I can stick my fingers in you?"
"Yes, please."
Luke immediately put his hands in her underwear. "Fuck! Are you always- fuck." He leaned in to kiss her again as he let his fingers roam over the smooth bare skin. He gently moved over her clit before moving down and finding her entrance with one finger, only to find that she was plenty wet for him to insert two.
"Luke." She dug her nails into his chest as he moved in and out of her. She snuck her hands into his pants, "Fuck, you're so hard."
She pushed his pants down to let him free so she could more easily work on him. She was playing with his balls in one hand and stroking him with the other. "Damn. Penelope, you know you're about to make me come in your hands, right?"
"Luke, you know you're about to make me spasm around your fingers, right?"
They leaned in to kiss again, until her legs started quaking. She started screaming and felt her body jerk forward, so she leaned in to bite at his chest exactly where he had sprayed cologne earlier.
Between her hands working and her scream and the bite, he couldn't hold out any longer. "Penelope, fuck." As they both were trying to regain their breath, neither removed their hands from their places. Luke felt her clamping down on his fingers. "P, are you trying to get me to start up again?"
"Uh, I don't know. My vagina has a mind of its own." But she stopped pulsing, and he removed his fingers, immediately bringing them up to his mouth. "Fuck, don't do that." She bit her lip as he cleaned his fingers. She narrowed her eyes at him as he smirked.
He felt pleased with himself until she smirked back. She brought her hands up to her mouth and started licking them clean. "Penelope, fuck. You need to stop that."
She shrugged and started to lick her other hand. "You didn't listen. Why should I?"
His nostrils flared as he watched her tongue dart out to lick at her perfectly painted nails. "You're going to be the death of me." His eyes never left her mouth as he watched her lap up his spendings.
"Tonight's been an interesting turn of events." She chirped happily as she finished getting the rest of him off her hands.
"Ya don't say."
"Was that your plan?"
"I can't remember." He was massaging her breasts again.
"What's the plan now? Make out until we pass out?"
"You won't hear me objecting." He leaned in to kiss her again as if to prove his point.
"Damn, I don't think I will either."
They were pressing their bodies into each other and kissing and stroking one another, their hands wandering everywhere.
Her center was pressed against him, and his sweats were still lowered to his thighs. "You sure you want to keep these on?" He snapped the string of her underwear, as his hand went to grip her butt again.
"God no, I don't want to, but I'm pretty sure I have to." She was kissing and nipping at his neck and chest.
"Damn this whole passion clouding our judgement shit."
"Yeah, no fuck."
"I like it when you curse." He flipped her to her back and kicked her legs wide as he settled in between them.
"I like it when you do that." She pulsed her hips up towards the erection forming again.
"Happy to oblige." He was feasting on her breasts again as he gently rocked against her.
"Lets make out and dry hump."
"Sure, it's early. Besides I could stay up all night."
She pulsed up again. "Promises."
"I'd be happy to show you, maybe tomorrow night."
"Maybe."
"But tonight I'm going to be feeling you up even in our sleep. You want to move beds? Since what you didn't lick up is in a nice wet spot here."
"Fuck off, I'm not moving. I could bathe in it and not care."
Luke growled. "What in the fuck are you trying to do?"
"Believe me I know I'm playing with fire, but I can't seem to stop."
"You could."
"You don't want me to."
"Fair point."
….
Penelope was certain she was turning pink every time her eyes landed on Luke. This is the part she hated, the part where they could read her like a Dr. Seuss book. At the end of another fourteen hour day, Emily made them quit for the night. JJ suggested dinner again, but Penelope politely declined, citing the need to rest. Luke had wisely kept quiet as he studied the board in the conference room, hoping someone else would bow out as well so it wasn't as obvious. At that moment, he wanted to kiss Matt because, as if reading his mind, he also said he'd rather eat in his room and call Kristy. They split into two vehicles. Matt drove Luke and Penelope in one.
As Matt pulled up to the hotel to park, Penelope hopped out, but Matt stopped Luke before he could follow her. "Dude, yesterday was just speculation, but, if you don't hide your hickeys better, they're going to see them." Matt was serious as he warned his friend.
Luke's eyes widened, and then he started shaking his head, trying to contain his smirk. "How did you see?"
"When you and I were questioning that clerk, and she was hitting on you, you tried to nicely blow her off. You got nervous and scratched at your neck. You put your hand under your collar, and I saw the bite mark on your shoulder." Matt was almost laughing as well.
"Thanks for the warning." Luke chuckled.
"Sure, of course." They both put their hands on the door handles. "Are you two…"
"We haven't exactly figured that out yet." Luke held up his hand, stopping Matt from giving him a lecture. "We both know we need to. We just haven't had the time."
"Uh, no offense, Luke, but you two are in a room all night by yourselves. I understand talking might not be as fun as…"
Luke tried not to laugh, "Yeah, got it. Really, I, uh, yeah." He was certain that if his skin was lighter it would be evident that he was blushing.
…..
Luke walked into their shared room. "So, Matt saw my bite mark."
Penelope was sitting on the edge of the bed and looked up from her phone. "Well, fuck."
Luke raised his eyes in amusement. "So we need to discuss this now. Firstly because Matt's too much of a dad not to ask me again tomorrow, and secondly because we really should talk about our expectations."
"You mean besides orgasming." She giggled.
Luke growled at her. "Penelope."
"Right, and this is why we didn't fuck last night. Now I remember."
Luke chuckled. "Look P, I'm not sure if this has been something we should've seen coming or…I don't want to make you date me just because we felt each other up."
"It's not supposed to be a punishment, Luke."
"Either we stop this in its tracks, or we have to be honest with each other and give this a shot."
"We are only going to get more invested, and, if it goes to shit…
"I get my ass handed to me by everyone and kicked out of the BAU even if it's your fault? Yeah, I'm aware of the consequences." He nodded with a smile on his face as if he knew it was the truth, but he couldn't fathom why he would care. Penelope kicked off her shoes and started unzipping her dress as she walked to the bathroom. Luke watched her go. "So is that it then?"
"We're going to date, and agree not to date other people… Uh, are you my boyfriend, or are we just dating?"
He followed her into the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt. "That's what I'm saying. We're exclusive, but are we in a relationship, or are we just giving this a chance to become a relationship?"
"Sort of both. Once we come to terms that we didn't just decide one night to feel each other up, then we can easily just step over that line, right?" She had discarded her dress already and put on her tank top but left the underwear on.
"Sounds good to me," he said slowly as he watched her butt as she leaned over the counter to wipe her makeup off.
"You'd think I'd need more time to get used to you staring at my ass, but it seems sort of normal." She shrugged.
Luke laughed as he threw his shirt in the corner and came to press his chest against her back, "Good, then I don't have to tell you to get used to it. Why is this on?" He snapped the bra strap.
"Habit. I think I forgot that you've already seen them." She picked up her toothbrush, and he did the same, but, as soon as he was done, his hands went underneath her tank top and unclasped her bra as she was putting her makeup bag away.
Luke pulled the straps down her shoulders and she helped him by pulling it off her arms, tossing it near his shirt in the corner. "Why did you even bother to put the tank top on? I was not going to let you keep clothes on. You must've known that."
"You still have pants on,"
"I'm taking them off, and I'm not putting sweatpants on." He tossed his pants to the corner and stood in front of her in only his underwear. "Are we going to have sex or more fooling around? Because I'd rather do you in bed the first time, but, if you're going to at least let me go down on you, then I'm going to do that right now." He started kissing her shoulder.
"Oh yeah, then we aren't having sex so better get started." She kissed at his chest and playfully pretended to push him to his knees.
He laughed. "I'll be plenty happy to do both in whatever order you'd prefer."
"Great, let's have sex and then maybe we can go down on each other." She said it so casually it made him take a step back.
"Alright then." He grabbed her hand and led her to the bed. "We are being very straightforward about all of this." He immediately brought the tank top over her head. He threw it on the ground and started playing with her breasts, fondling them and kissing them. He pushed her down to the bed. She used her elbows to move backwards as he crawled over her, following her to the middle of the bed. "I'm going to be inside of you."
"I'm looking forward to it." She leaned up to kiss him.
"All day I was thinking about how you licked my come off your hands. I was in disbelief."
"Understandable. Most of the day I was thinking about how you piss me off because you can't type for shit, but somehow I'm a big fan of your fingers when they're inside me."
"Fair point."
"We're going to have sex. Luke and Penelope are going to have sex. Think about it."
"Yeah, P. That's all I think about."
"Let's do this." Penelope reached down to push at his underwear, letting his erection free.
"No objections. Foreplay?"
"Next time."
"Condom?"
"I hate condoms."
"That's not an answer."
She sighed. "Fine, we should probably use one."
"Uh, what was that?"
"Nothing, it's my own thing. I am all but sterile, but it's not a sure thing so obviously-"
"P, we don't have to."
"Seriously? You just heard me say I can't guarantee-"
"I heard, but you're not worried, right?"
"I'm past the prime baby time, so I'm even less worried with each passing day," she said seriously as she nipped at the skin on his chest.
"Great, let's fuck then."
"Fuck, I like you even more now." She leaned up to kiss him. "Naked, now."
Luke pulled back and pushed off his underwear and then gripped the strings of hers and pulled them down her legs. He stared at her center, and she stared at his cock.
"P, I'm going to come inside of you. Think about that."
"That's all I can think about. C'mon, get inside me. Do it slowly, and watch."
"Yes ma'am." He gripped her thighs and pushed her legs wide. Then he used his fingers to spread her open and his other hand to guide himself into her, all while watching as she instructed him to, only taking his eyes off of her when he was a couple inches in so he could watch her face. She reached out to his forearms, and her nails dug in to them as he slowly pushed in the rest of the way.
Luke glanced down at where he was fully seated within her and then to her nails digging in his skin and back to her face that was flushed and staring back at him. "Fuck me, Luke." She told him as she watched him.
His eyes darkened, and he maintained eye contact as he started rolling his hips. "Damn, why is this so good already?"
"I have no idea, but I can honestly say I've never done something like this before. I mean, not like this."
"You mean with someone you're friends with and have flirted with forever and then openly and honestly started a sexual relationship with. Yeah, me either." He gripped her thigh and pushed her leg back. "Fuck." He slowed his thrusts and looked back to their joining, "You hear yourself, right? You hear how wet you are."
"Yes, and I'm about to come all over your dick, so get ready for me to be dripping."
Luke growled. "Why can your words make me want to - damn it, P, the mouth on you."
"You've never even come in my mouth yet, so how would you know?"
He stopped pulsing to stare at her incredulously. "I just realized how much I've always wanted you. I'm pretty sure I've imagined you saying just that."
"Deja vu?"
"I'd live this moment until I died." He let her leg down and came to loom over her.
Luke took her nipple in his mouth and then moved to the other one before coming back to kiss her. She put her hands around him, and, as he pulsed more forcefully, she scratched up his back and then let her hands come to his butt to keep him in his spot where she could feel it building. "Luke, I'm going to-"
"Yeah, you are. A lot. I'm going to come with you the first time." He watched her face as he felt her nails mark his skin. "Come for me, P." Penelope bit her lip, and then her back arched off the bed. Luke watched her face as his name fell from her lips and then fixated on her breasts as they shook, and he let himself go, feeling himself shoot inside of her. He lost his breath, and so did she. He fell to his forearms as they both tried to recover. "We just came on each other." He leaned in to kiss down her neck.
"Let's do that all the time. Let's never stop doing that."
"You won't hear me complain." He peppered kisses along her collar bone.
Penelope pulled him by the hair to kiss her again. "What do you want now? Or more like how many times do you think we can go at it?"
"Penelope, I'm certain I can get hard for you just about any time you ask."
"Good to know. Want to shower?"
"If we shower now, we don't have to shower in the morning."
"Exactly, and we can taste each other, but this time from the source."
Luke chuckled, "You're - I think I love everything that comes out of your mouth. Everything."
She smirked. "Let's hope I love everything going in."
….
The knock on the door woke Luke slowly. Normally he'd have jumped up, but he was groggy. He disengaged himself from Penelope and grabbed his sweats that he'd never bothered with the night before. He sleepily opened the door just as there was another knock.
"Ugh great, so you're not done with your shower then?" Emily was annoyed, and JJ seemed equally so.
Luke attempted to blink to adjust to the light coming in from the hallway. Their room had been shrouded in darkness thanks to the heavy curtains. "Uh what?" Luke asked the four people in front of him in their sleep attire.
"The pipes on the West side of the building are turned off because some kid flushed toys. We were hoping, since you're an early riser, we could use yours, and Penelope could just come in late." Emily was already so over this morning, and she had only woken up twenty minutes ago.
"Sure. We showered last night which is why we were sleeping in." Luke explained with a yawn.
Matt was smiling from behind the other three, waiting for someone to say something. JJ squinted at Luke's chest. "Are those bite marks?" They had all been distracted by the predicament of the morning. She blinked again trying to confirm her observation.
Rossi smirked. "So you showered together then?"
Luke rolled his eyes. "Do you people want to use the shower or not?"
"Sorry, sorry." JJ was trying to keep from laughing.
"Make yourselves at home, but I'm going to lay back down." Luke turned and let Emily catch the door. He hit the switch for the lamp so they weren't in the dark and then lifted the covers on the bed he shared with Penelope. He plastered his chest to her back and made sure the blankets were over both of them so they were one big lump of down comforter, minus their heads almost peeking out.
The four agents walked in and set their stuff on the bed that was completely made up, not a pillow out of place as they all smirked at each other. "So, I guess, it was the sex that made you happy?" Rossi raised his eyebrows at the others who were stifling laughs.
"God, can't you people shut up? We only went to bed an hour ago." Penelope moaned, but all that did was make the other four occupants laugh harder.
"Can you two at least keep a lid on it while we're here?" Emily joked.
"Not promising that," Penelope said quite clearly.
"Seriously? I was joking," Emily stated.
"I wasn't," Penelope stated. She felt Luke chuckle behind her.
"Oh God! JJ go, and I'll shower while you dress." Emily instructed. JJ saluted her and then went into the bathroom quickly.
"Turn the tv on to drown out the sound," Rossi joked, but he nodded at Matt to round the bed and retrieve the remote since he wasn't planning on getting any closer to the couple.
Luke and Penelope were not going to get any sleep nor could they get up and dressed, especially since she was still very naked underneath the covers. Luke decided to take full advantage of that and moved his hands up to her boobs to massage them, purposely keeping his movements shallow so as to not be detected.
Matt turned on the tv, and Emily sat at the edge of the unoccupied bed. "I feel a lot better about gossiping about you two now."
"Here to help," Luke chimed in. He let one hand travel down Penelope's torso to her center and playfully ran a finger over her clit and then inside of her before bringing his hand back to her breast.
The other three people chuckled. "Took you two long enough," Rossi commented.
"What does that mean?" Penelope's sleepy voice asked as she let her hands go behind her back to push Luke's sweats down and stroke him.
"It means you two took long enough. The first day I was back, JJ told me it was going to happen. I've been waiting two years," Emily explained as she raised an eyebrow at the two men in front of her.
"We apologize for not doing this sooner. No, but like, we're really sorry." Penelope stated adamantly, which made everyone, including Luke, laugh.
Emily heard the shower turn off, so she grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom, tapping lightly and then entering.
"You know I've always hated the fraternization rules, but I at least understand them now," Rossi casually commented to Matt.
"You're the reason those rules exist," JJ countered as she emerged from the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel.
"Exactly," Penelope agreed. "Also, every single one of us has broken those rules, except these two." Penelope tilted her head, which no one could really see but they knew she meant Matt and Luke.
"Now it's just me." Matt smiled as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"You're the purest of us all," Penelope said genuinely.
"And you have four kids so imagine that," Rossi commented.
Emily emerged from the bathroom. "The sheriff is sending one of his deputies to come get us since we're going to be behind if we wait for everyone to be ready. JJ and I will go with him. Matt, Dave, take the other car and then Luke and Penelope can take the last one. Please don't have sex in there," Emily said in her straightforward tone.
"Again, no promises," Penelope said.
Emily and JJ playfully rolled their eyes and exited the room as Rossi went to the shower. Matt was left in the room with the two frisky people. "Uh, I realize I'm the most understanding, but it's very clear you are feeling each other up."
"We're very sorry," Penelope apologized, but she didn't stop her movements.
"Don't tell me you weren't rooting for this to happen," Luke said.
Matt sat on the edge of the bed where Emily had been and shrugged. "Fair point."
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