So, this is the epilogue I promised, much too long ago!

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He opened his front door and frowned – usually just turning the key meant he'd hear excited panting as Roxie prepared to rush him. But the apartment was silent.

Where was everybody? Not that Luke had expected a surprise party, complete with balloons, but he'd given Penelope a key, and surely Roxie missed him. The only reason Penelope hadn't picked him up from the hospital was that she needed to go into work to set up some stuff, so she could spend some time with him, after. And he was on mandatory sick leave.

There was a banner, though, and his lips curled in a smile.

WELCOME HOME LUKE!

It was glittery, and it was colourful and he didn't want to know how Penelope had got it up there. There were streamers dangling off it, and as he lifted his arm to touch one, the sutures on his chest pulled and tingled. He winced, fighting the urge to scratch them.

He'd been lectured, over and over, of the importance of the special bandages to prevent scarring as much as possible. He felt like retorting that it was his chest, and maybe he liked having Penelope's initial on it. But the destroyed look in Penelope's eyes every time the subject came up put him off joking about it.

Luke sighed, wondering where she was. Just as he was about to send her a text, he spotted a post-it note on the kitchen counter, and had to smile, again. There were actually two notes – she'd run out of space on the first one, had added a second, and her name was kind of trailing off the paper.

Dear Luke, you better not come home early! But if you do, here's a note. I have to take Roxie for a walk, she's getting antsy, she misses you. Love Penelope. xoxo (those are hugs and kisses, BTW. Noob :)

This time, the smile became a grin. Oh, he had it bad. He wanted nothing more than to drag her off to bed and show her that he knew all about hugs and kisses, and much more besides. If only she hadn't been there when the doctor had told him not to exert himself during sex. Well, they'd see about that. There were plenty of positions which didn't need him to be up on his elbows, and they were going to try them all.

But first, he needed to fix something for Roxie – she'd be hungry when they came back.

Luke had just finished chopping everything up, when he heard his front door open, and within seconds had to fend off a very happy dog who was intent on washing his face.

"Good girl! Who's my good girl? Yes, you are!" He knew he sounded like an idiot, but Roxie's happiness was infectious.

"I thought I was your good girl," Penelope murmured, as she put some bags on the kitchen counter.

He got up from the crouch, and moved over to her, trying not to trip over Roxie, who was undulating around him, tail wagging. He grabbed Penelope, making her squeak as he squeezed her ass. "You're my best girl," he whispered in her ear, "but I don't want to make Roxie jealous."

Penelope giggled, and he couldn't resist her shiny mouth, descending on her with a deep kiss. She responded, pulling him closer, but then moved away.

"I got us some Indian food – thought you'd be hungry."

"Mmm," he answered, moving in again, nuzzling her neck, and dropping little kisses on the slopes of her boobs. The thought struck him, as he lifted his head and stared into her eyes: she was beautiful and she was all his.

"Very hungry," he growled, trying to sound seductive, pulling her against him so that she could feel what he was hungry for.

Penelope squeaked. "So, you are happy to see me, 'cos I know that isn't a gun in your pocket- mmph . . ."

Luke manoeuvred her to his bedroom, sparing a quick glance to make sure that Roxie was busy eating – he loved his girl, but he didn't want any interruptions. Except Penelope dug her heels in – literally.

"Oh, no you didn't!" she said, and he had to bite his lip to keep from smiling. She'd added a head swivel and a finger shake too. "The doctor said no exertion!"

His face must have fallen because she burst out laughing.

"Baby, I'm fine! Really! I missed you," he said, kissing her neck, and nuzzling behind her ear, where she was really sensitive. She'd told him she couldn't resist that.

"Now you're cheating," she moaned, and then pulled away, giving him a stern look. "Don't try that, mister! It won't work. Now, sit down. I have a better idea."

They'd arrived in his bedroom, and he sat on the bed, wondering what she was up to. He didn't have to wonder long, as she got on her knees in front of him, and he was struck speechless. She reached for his waistband and had gotten his pants open before he managed to squeeze a few words out.

"I thought you didn't like to do . . . that," he said, his voice hoarse.

"Whatever gave you that impression?" she asked, looking up at him and batting her eyelashes. She took off her glasses and he couldn't help himself – he just had to touch her cheek, passing his thumb over her lips. She sucked his thumb in, licking it quickly, and he whimpered, his cock hard as a rock.

She unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, and licked up the shaft as he groaned. He was sure he was going to embarrass himself – it hadn't been that long, but it felt like years since he'd been inside her, and now she was here making him feel like heaven. He looked down, almost unable to believe he was losing himself in her warm, wet mouth as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing out, her head bobbing up and down.

Luke couldn't help remembering the last time she'd done this, stuck in that horrible room – almost as though she was reading his thoughts, she lifted her head, teasing the crown with her tongue. She cocked her head to the side and smirked.

"No bad thoughts, now! This is an exorcism – actually, it's a blowjob, but you knew that."

He couldn't help a snort of laughter, and stroked her hair.

"I never got to do that, last time," he said, enjoying the blond strands slipping through his fingers.

"Uh huh." She gave him a sultry look through her lashes, and his cock twitched.

"Someone's feeling neglected," she added with a smirk, licking her way up the shaft again, pursing her lips over the crown, then taking him all the way in. He gave a high, desperate whine as she started bobbing her head up and down again, and his balls tightened. He was so close, so close, he had to warn her, she couldn't want to-

"Baby I can't hold- I . . . " It was nonsense, for sure, but she seemed to understand him.

Instead of pulling off, she just sucked harder, her fingers digging into his thighs, and that was it. His vision whited out as he came, his hips jerking involuntarily. His groans seemed to ring round the room. When he could see again, he looked down and watched her give his cock a little kiss, tucking it back into his underwear. She gave him a smug little smile, and he pulled her up, plunging into her mouth, tasting himself there.

"You're not supposed to strain yourself," she said, once she managed to pull away.

"You could always sit on my face," he said impulsively, and her face fell, and she got up.

"I better . . . put the food on plates," she muttered. Before he knew it, she was gone.

Luke was still tingling from the orgasm, and it took him a few seconds of dazed wondering what he'd said wrong, before he realised. Someone had really done a number on her, he thought – one day he was going to meet the guy, or guys, and punch them in the face. A lot.

When Luke got to the kitchen, Roxie was already curled up in her basket, dozing, though she opened an eye when he came in, then closed it again, satisfied that he was still here. Penelope was standing at the sink, drinking some water, her back to him. He came up behind her, wrapping both arms around her waist, and nuzzled her neck.

"One day you're gonna believe me when I tell you that every inch of you is beautiful," he said, and he could feel her relax slightly in his arms.

"It's just . . . I'm not there yet – you know, with the face-sitting, and all." Penelope waved her hands around, and he felt like asking if that was interpretive dance – he just wanted to eat her pussy. But he wasn't going for humour, yet. Maybe later.

He lifted her skirt and slipped his fingers in her panties instead, happy to note that she was already wet. She whimpered as he spread her folds and slid inside, crooking his fingers slightly.

"You're very naughty, sir," she whispered, and he brought his other hand to pinch her nipples.

"You have no idea, ma'am," he said. It was far too soon for him to get hard again, but he had other things in mind for now. "Now, you're coming back to bed, and I'm gonna eat you out till you scream, how about that?"

"Oh really?" She turned around, flushed, her eyes sparkling. "What if your neighbours call the cops?"

"Maybe I'll have to gag you then," he answered, raising an eyebrow. "Actually, you don't need to move at all," he said thoughtfully, and dropped to his knees in front of her.

"Luke!" she gasped.

He looked up at her. "Hold on to something, sweetheart." He lifted her skirt, and had to smile – these were the same black panties she'd worn the first time they had sex. He smirked up at her, and she blushed again. Slowly, not breaking eye contact, he pulled them down her legs, tapping one foot, then another, so he could slide them off.

"I think I'll be keeping these," he said, and she whimpered, then squeaked, as he pressed a kiss into her thigh. He turned it into a nuzzle and a bite, and then finally got a good look at her sweet pussy. He tongued her clit, lapping at her folds until she was so wet, he could feel it dripping down his chin. He couldn't get enough of her.

"Oh, oh, oh, Luke!"

He fucked her with his fingers, roughly, as he slurped on her clit, and before he knew it, her inner muscles were clenching around his fingers. She whimpered and shuddered as he came, but he didn't stop, knowing that she was good for more. He started licking again, nibbling at her folds, pushing his tongue inside her, as his fingers explored her ass, and slipped in between her cheeks.

He looked up at her, and she met his eyes, dazed. She nodded, and he started tapping at her tight little hole, using her fluids to make it slippery, pressing inside just a little, while he tongued her clit again. She was babbling now, nonsense about how he was a god, so amazing, she couldn't take it, she was coming again. The stream of words and noises cut off as her muscles started clenching and her thighs shook – he looked up to see she was biting on her fist to stop from screaming. Oh, yeah. Still got it, he thought.

"Smug!" she gasped. "You are so smug!" Her thighs were still trembling from the aftershock, and he got up to steady her.

Luke had a thought. "Hey, I hope that was ok, with the ass stuff," he asked.

She blushed. "I wasn't sure at first," she said, not meeting his eyes. "Never done that before. But I really liked it."

He grinned. She was amazing! And he was good to go, now. He grabbed her hand and dragged her off to the bedroom. She tripped along after him, giggling.

He took off his shirt and pants, and underwear, throwing himself on the bed. He'd hesitated over the shirt at first, but she seemed to be ignoring the dressing, just gave his chest a speculative look as she slipped her dress over her head. His mouth watered when she took her bra off and her heavy boobs bounced free, nipples peaked. She smirked, and crawled onto the bed, just out of reach.

"See something you like?"

Luke nodded fervently, and was just about to make a lunge, when she gave him a mock scowl.

"You better not be calling them tits, in your head, mister! Or even worse . . . titties," she added, with a visible shudder.

"Nope, no, no ma'am!" he answered, lying through his teeth, trying to sound innocent.

She narrowed her eyes, then stroked his chest. "Have I ever told you how much I love that they shaved your chest," she said as she slid her fingers up and down. "So smooth . . . "

"You better enjoy it while you can, 'cos . . . aah . . ." Penelope had been dropping kisses all over, and then she tongued his nipple. He'd never realised that he was sensitive there.

He opened a drawer blindly, looking for condoms, and she put her hand over his.

"Uh, you know I'm on Depo, right?" she asked, and he nodded. She smiled, clambering over his legs, grabbing his cock, and sliding down on him, all the way.

He gasped, and had to grit his teeth to focus on not coming. He'd taken the edge off, but she was so wet and hot and slippery, clenched around him. "Kinda messy," he whined, and she giggled, her breasts bouncing.

"Sometimes I like messy," she said, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut. She made him feel like he was seventeen again, hair-trigger.

She started riding him, bouncing up and down, and he pulled himself up towards her so he could play with her ti- her boobs as she rode, bottoming out on the downstroke. The room was filled with wet sounds and their gasps and groans, and she slipped a hand down between them to play with her clit, sighing happily. He sagged back, staring at where they were joined, licking his lips, still tasting her from before, and had to groan. She clenched around him, suddenly, whimpering and the pressure was unbearable as he thrust up, pumping into her as he came and came.

He opened his eyes and stared at her in awe, her body gleaming with sweat, her head tossed back, eyes closed, chest heaving. He helped her get off him, and she collapsed by his side, already yawning. Then she opened her eyes wide, and glared at him.

"It's the middle of the afternoon, ok? I'm not falling asleep, d'you hear?"

"Mmm-hmm," he answered, and kissed her breasts, one kiss on each. "Maybe I can keep you awake," he added, and tongued her nipples.

"I'm beginning to think that's all you like about me," she complained, and he grinned up at her exasperated face.

"Oh, no, plenty of other things," he said, sliding his fingers inside her again. He could eat her out all day long, he thought, as he prepared to settle between her thighs. But this time she pulled him up.

"No, come here," she said, and kissed him, her tongue curling into his mouth until he responded, though he didn't stop what he was doing with his fingers.

They kissed for hours, it felt like, long leisurely kisses, until their lips tingled and they were short of breath.

The buzzing sound of a muted mobile phone dragged Luke out of a dream where he was looking for Penelope in a forest – he could hear her crying, but every time he tried to run, his feet didn't work. He woke up with a gasp, but she was right next to him, lying on his arm, snuggled into his shoulder. The dream lingered for a couple of seconds, but then faded away. What they'd been through would stay with them for a while, he thought, but they'd get over it.

The phone started buzzing again, and he gave it an irritated glance – it was Penelope's, of course. Before he could get to it, and tell whoever it was to fuck off, Penelope opened her eyes.

"Is that my phone?"

He nodded, and opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, and just raised an eyebrow.

"So," she said, lengthening the word, "I guess they can cope on their own for a while?"

"Yes. They can."

The corners of her mouth quirked up in a smile, and she trailed her fingers over his chest. "Oooh. So masterful." She fluttered her eyelashes at him, and he felt himself responding. "What will you do if I answer it?"

"I'll have to spank you," he said, sliding his knee between her thighs, rubbing against her core, grabbing a handful of her ass.

She licked her lips, biting her lower lip, and gave him a wicked look. "What if I like that?"

Luke couldn't resist any longer and pounced on her swollen mouth, driving his tongue inside, and was rewarded with a happy whimper and her fingernails digging into his ass. The phone started buzzing again, but he only heard it as from a distance, as he lost himself in her, happier than he'd ever been. He wanted to tell her again that he loved her, that he was crazy for her, but he was pretty sure she already knew that. Still, he pulled back, looking her in the eyes.

"You know that I love you, right?" Maybe he should have bought a ring, or maybe it was too early for that. Still, he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this woman.

Penelope nodded, her eyes shiny. "I love you too, Luke." She sniffed, and rubbed at her eyes, hurriedly. "So, are you gonna say I had you at hello, or what? 'Cos it took me a bit longer."

"Actually, you had me at 'fingering techniques', chica," he answered, smirking, enjoying her gasp. "What d'ya know, Penelope Garcia speechless!"

"You, you," Penelope spluttered, trying to poke him.

Luke laughed, grabbing her hands, and kissed her. He didn't care about tomorrow, or the next day, or the one after that. This was perfection, right there, and that was all he needed.


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Notes:

Hope everyone likes the sexy epilogue, from Luke's point of view this time! So, this is the end - I don't know if I have any other Criminal Minds stories in me, though Penelope and Luke are very inspiring. We'll see!