I have marked this complete because I have no plan to write more Garvez. If that changes then I'll change this back to in progress. But I am glad I haven't watched CM in weeks, I'd rather enjoy what I'm watching not be upset by it. I am so behind on review, I know. But my neck and arm have been in pain so I am not able to type as much when it flares up. Thank you as always for reaching out.
Ride Home
A short fic about Luke and Pen with some angst. You get a little smut as well. Nothing too intricate here just a fun little fic.
Luke was waiting for her to reenter the bullpen. Penelope had told the group, within the hour she would be done for the day so they could head to O'Keefes.
Ever since he agreed to go that first time, almost two years ago, he hadn't missed an outing since. At first, he didn't want to get attached to these people, but that was soon thrown out the window when he realized, with these people you were in the fold whether you want to be or not. Sometimes various team members had other obligations, kids, moms, family, but he and Penelope never did. More than a few times they had been the last ones standing. At first, she wasn't very happy about it. She would roll her eyes when he would do anything from asking her if she wanted another drink to handing her a napkin when she couldn't reach. But as that wore off they started having a lot of conversations.
Conversations that would usually turn more and more personal as the night went on and the drinks kept coming. She finally let her guard down and he found out more about her. But then when they finally had a handle on each other's backgrounds and the getting to know you part of their tentative relationship was over, his flirting took over. The very first time she looked at him warily but then he saw the quirk in her eye and she flirted right back.
Ever since then, no matter what the occasion, no matter the outing, they would make sure they were the last ones to leave. Except for one night when both Matt and JJ got babysitters and brought their spouses along. Everyone was off the next day, and they planned on taking advantage of the night as much as they could. Penelope and Luke waited and waited for their friends to leave so they could carry on with their normal routine. She danced with JJ, he danced with Emily. She spoke to Kristy about shoes, he talked to Tara about cars.
Their usual routine of waiting to be alone was interrupted, every single person with them shut down the bar. After last call, the whole group walked outside together, Luke and Penelope awkwardly glanced at each other, him with a side eye, her over the top of her glasses. None of the team had driven, preparing for the long night. So when they walked out and there were taxis lined up on the busy downtown street they hugged drunken goodbyes and found cabs to take them home. Luke looked at Penelope, Penelope looked at Luke and without any words spoken they got into the same taxi.
Penelope gave the driver Luke's address, making him want to glance at her, but he kept his attention on the road outside. Her hand was on the seat in between them, her fingers splayed wide, he saw them and he put his hand down as well, letting their pinky fingers touch. Both of them took a deep breath from the contact. Neither looked at the other or said a word. When the cab pulled up to the front of his house, he handed the driver the cab fare along with a generous tip. Penelope was already waiting on the sidewalk, he followed and they travelled the path to his front door as if they had done it every day.
When they got into his house Roxy greeted them excitedly but quickly, she could sense she wasn't really needed. Luke walked to his kitchen counter where his stools were and pulled them both out. He took off his jacket tossing it the general direction of a counter. He wasn't thinking about anything, purposely not letting his mind wander to what the hell was supposed to happen now. He poured two glasses of tequila, setting hers in front of her as she situated herself having also thrown her coat somewhere.
He sat down, drinking the first shot that he'd poured then pouring some more. She sipped hers daintily but consistently, making her glass empty quickly as well. He tipped the bottle refilling her glass, before turning his body to face hers as if they were sitting at a bar talking to each other, she adjusted and did the same. They both relaxed at the same time, settling into their familiar routine, of talking and flirting. She made fun of him dancing with Emily even though he had more rhythm than her and he made fun of her thinking that arm wrestling Reid would be a good idea. A time came where there was a lull in the conversation, at that point they would usually be told it was last call and they would both part ways. This time there was no one to yell last call and therefore no way to decide when they should part ways.
She was pretty drunk, so was he, they'd only gotten this bad once before, he remembered stumbling into his house and feeling like he should've been with her and sending her a text that luckily made no sense. Otherwise, he would have been the ass that sent a drunk text and ruined everything.
They both fixated on each other's faces trying to figure the other out, neither of them sure about anything. Feelings; their own or each other's. What they should or shouldn't do. Neither of them knew if the friendship was more. They didn't know. Neither of them wanted to know either. Not in this moment.
Without a word he grabbed her hand, shut off the light and led her down the hall. They entered his bedroom, he went in the ensuite bathroom, he found a new toothbrush in his top bathroom drawer and set it on the counter. He spread toothpaste on his own toothbrush before setting the tube on the counter where she swiftly picked it up. After they brushed their teeth, she grabbed a washcloth from the stack behind him to wash her face. When she shut off the bathroom light he was by his closet pulling out a shirt and sweats. He threw a few things on the ottoman at the foot of his bed indicating she should pick something for herself. She thumbed through the clothes and picked up a t-shirt that appeared worn in and soft. She held it up indicating she was taking it. He reached over and grabbed a dark grey pair of sweats, then he took off his shirt, tossing it precariously to the corner of the room. She reached behind her and pulled the zipper of her dress down, thanking all that was right in the world that she wore sexy underwear and bra since she purposely dressed for an evening out. Her dress fell to the floor, then she pulled the t-shirt over her head. He moved to the side of the bed closest to the door and she rounded the bed taking the other side both pulling back the covers and getting in.
Settling into their pillows, finally, they glanced at each other again, both of them noticing the glassy eyes of the other. Still smelling a bit of tequila despite the minty toothpaste they'd both used. They simultaneously inched closer to the other on the bed, he brought his hand up to settle on her hip. She brought a hand to his bare chest and he let his eyes close, focusing on the feeling of her fingertips. They brought their heads closer together settling into the warmth of each other's bodies. She leaned into him putting her face near his neck, smelling the masculine scent of him, his cologne long faded. She did nothing but hover her nose and lips above his neck and upper chest. As he let her do so, his fingertips had tightened on her hip, hard enough to bruise.
After she enjoyed him for a few minutes, she turned to lay with her back to him, he slid up behind her connecting his chest with her back, putting his hand on her other hip. He brought his face to her hair taking in the scent of her and then pushing it out of the way with his nose. She pulled the hair tie off of her wrist and reached up to pull her hair into a sloppy high ponytail. He took an audible breath in appreciation and then returned to her now exposed, neck. She felt his breath on her just below her ear. She could almost feel the moisture from his lips just centimeters off of her skin made her shiver and squeezed her thighs together trying not to squeal. But her breathing picked up. He flattened his hand running it up her side stopping at her waist and then down to her upper thigh, and back again.
She pushed back connecting her butt with his obvious erection, just enjoying the contact of their bodies. If anything else happened it would break their unspoken agreement, so both of them steadied themselves. Eventually, between their inebriation and the early morning hour, they fell into a deep sleep together.
….
Now, it'd been weeks since that night and Luke had barely been able to push it out of his mind. He had to actively concentrate on cases, compartmentalizing that memory when he had work to do, but in all of his free time, all he did was think about it. He would close his eyes and feel the soft skin of her thighs on his fingers, her palm on his chest and smell the intoxicating scent of her. He had been using that memory every day, and he was getting tired of not having more.
They had been so busy at work that the team had only gone out once since then. He had been waiting for it. He followed their normal routine right up until the last person was saying goodbye, it was Emily and she offered Penelope a ride since she had stayed sober wanting to be as alert for the meeting she had to attend in the morning. Penelope accepted and it made Luke the angriest he could ever remember. She knew he had been waiting. She knew that he was anticipating this. She knew that even though they hadn't acknowledged it at all in the bright light of day that he wanted to do it again.
So he waited only a few days before he suggested that they have another outing. Other than a few surprised glances that he was the one to suggest such a thing, no one questioned it. Here he was, waiting, he wasn't going to let that happen again, not a chance in hell. He would corner her if he had to, he would buy all the drinks and make sure that everyone else was too drunk to even know that cars had tires. She wasn't going home without him.
Penelope walked into the bullpen, "Lovebugs, are we all ready?" She glanced over him, which meant she was even more intent on pretending it didn't happen. He grabbed his backpack and followed the group to the elevator, he positioned himself right next to her and he purposely brushed her thigh with his fingers, he saw her tense up and he smiled. Then he turned his palm out so that it was more than obvious he was touching her on purpose. He saw her breath hitch and her face become flushed. Luke felt vindicated, a slight connection having such an effect.
He knew Matt was not drinking so he asked to bum a ride from him. Penelope drove JJ, which fit perfectly with his plan. They arrived at O'Keefes and the only slightly drunken debauchery commenced. Luke played darts with JJ. Penelope danced with Tara. JJ and Matt called it a night as soon as one of them mentioned a kid-related activity. Luke decided to chat with Rossi and Spence. As he did, he observed the three remaining women dance happily with each other.
When the night was winding down, and Rossi and Spencer left, Luke made his way towards Penelope who was at the edge of the bar chatting to the bartender that knew their group well. He nodded at the lady that knew his drink order, "Another?" The woman queried as Penelope glanced over her shoulder to see that the woman was talking to Luke.
Luke smiled at her, "No, thanks. We're heading out soon." She nodded as she moved to answer a call for more vodka at the other end of the bar.
Penelope turned back to the drink in front of her and took a sip. Luke leaned against the bar, and stared at Penelope who was purposely not making eye contact, "So, want to tell me why you accepted a ride home last time?" He wasn't sure he enjoyed subtle anymore.
Penelope rolled her eyes at him, "Not really, no."
Luke scoffed, "And tonight?"
"Well, Emily hasn't offered me a ride yet has she?" Penelope answered with attitude.
"True and she and Tara are still here, so she might. And what are you going to say?"
"I guess it will be nice to save the cab fare." Penelope stuck her neck out at him.
"Or you and I could share." Luke said plainly.
Penelope squinted at him, "Could do. But why?"
Luke scoffed again, "We both know why, Garcia." He didn't let his eyes fall from hers.
Penelope was shocked at his brazenness initially, but to her credit, she maintained eye contact and rose to the challenge. "Honestly, I'm not sure I do."
Luke nodded, "Fair enough. So I'll tell you why I think so." He waited for her to nod, "Because you and I like to spend time together and the last couple times that's been harder to do. The other two remaining members of our team will leave before us and we can sit here and talk like we usually do or we can give up the facade and just go back to my house like we both want to do."
Penelope raised an eyebrow at him, "How much alcohol did you have tonight?"
"Not very much at all. I wanted you to take me seriously when I came to tell you this."
Penelope scoffed, "Right, so you want to go talk at your house and then cuddle - not drunkenly but maybe slightly tipsy-ly?"
Luke lifted one shoulder, "Sort of. I liked being comfortable when we were talking last time. Plus, I'm not even tipsy. I'd be happy to basically sober cuddle you."
Penelope had a slight smirk but was also incredulous, "But why?"
Luke silently chuckled, "I don't know Garcia, maybe the same reason you backed your ass into me when we were laying together the last time. Or maybe the same reason why I was running my hand up your thigh leaving work today."
Penelope lightly tapped him on the bicep, "Shh," she sat up straighter to look over his shoulder, "What if the girls were nearby?"
Luke rolled his eyes, "Fine, Garcia, I'll be quieter but am I the only one thinking this way?"
Penelope rolled her eyes and moved the miniature straw around in her drink as if annoyed at it, "Obviously not. But I'm assuming we didn't think this was a good idea otherwise why the fuck wouldn't we have already done something about it?"
Luke smirked, at least she wasn't going to play stupid about this. Blunt and honest had its perks, "You're right. I know if I was braver I'd have said something long ago. But now we're here, and, considering how pissed off I was at you for not coming home with me last time, I'd say it's a smart idea for me to ask you if you're as willing as me to take the chance."
Penelope glanced around his bicep, she saw the other two women walking towards them. She nodded towards them indicating to Luke that they were coming, he moved forward and stood next to her as the two women approached, "I think we're heading out. Want a ride? I'm giving Tara one." Emily asked Penelope.
Penelope rose from her chair, "Not necessary. I have my car and a sober driver." Penelope poked Luke in his chest.
"Sweet." Tara said in approval.
Luke followed Penelope with a smile as she trailed the other two women, they made it to the parking lot and Penelope hugged both women goodbye, "See you two on Monday."
"Bye, lady and gent." Emily acknowledged as she got into the driver's side of her vehicle.
Penelope walked towards her car, she threw the keys to Luke and then got in on the passenger's side. He began their journey wordlessly until he decided to confirm, "So it is my house then?"
Penelope was watching the buildings pass by as they drove, "Sure, whatever. I have a go bag in my trunk." She didn't turn to him as he smirked. "Why do you think they didn't ask how you were getting home afterwards?" She finally looked at him to get his answer.
Luke genuinely didn't know, "Hmm, I don't think they think anything has happened between us. We've not tried to hide anything. I'm guessing they assume I will take a cab the rest of the way or take your car and return it tomorrow. You haven't done such a thing with anyone else?"
Penelope shrugged, "I have."
Luke pulled into his driveway, he popped the trunk and grabbed her duffel bag as she got out of the car and readjusted her shoe. He opened the door for her, followed her in then turned on the dimmer for the living room. She took off her shoes as he threw her duffel on the couch. He was eyeing her with amusement and a hint of shock. "I thought your shoes were the last thing to come off. Even last time you didn't take them off until I gave you a shirt so you knew you were about to get in bed."
Penelope kicked her shoes to the side, "But these ones pinch, I remember now why I banished them to the secondary closet. They're pretty but deceptive. Monsters." She scolded the footwear.
Luke took off his shoes too and set down his and her keys. "Right, want more to drink? Or anything else?" He let Roxy out the back door after she finished greeting Penelope.
"Nope. Going to use your bathroom." Penelope shouted casually as she walked down the hall. She shut the door behind her, then stared in the mirror for a moment, "Honestly, what the fuck are you doing right now? You're not even drunk, so you can't blame the alcohol." She sighed but checked her makeup and adjusted her bra and dress. She lifted the dress to make sure her underwear was at the right place at her hip she then stuck her hands inside her bra to make her cleavage appear more enticing. Fixing her makeup was out of the question, he was a profiler and would notice so she just put on chapstick since that wasn't noticeable the way fresh lipstick would be. She stared at herself for another moment, "This better be a good idea." She warned herself. "You keep wearing your best underwear for this so-" She replied to herself.
Penelope exited the bathroom, the living room light was off and only the bedroom light was on. Guess he was leading her there without words. "Hey," Luke greeted as she entered his doorway.
"Hey," she replied casually.
Luke was hanging up a couple of shirts he had left out that morning when he was trying to decide what to wear, even though he wasn't sure one button up was that much better than another. "Want a shirt?" He questioned with his back to her.
"I think I have a sleep romper in my bag but… I'm not sure what we're doing here so, yeah."
Luke chuckled, "We're doing whatever you think is a good idea." He glanced over at her as he picked out a shirt and some shorts for himself.
"The best idea would've probably been for me to take my ass home." She answered honestly.
Luke bopped his head, "Okay." He shut the closet and threw the clothes he procured on the bed as he started unbuttoning his shirt. "We can sleep if you want. Or like last time we can cuddle up and sort of put our hands places. The third option is something more like, we can really put our hands places. And then I believe it starts moving to options that you should know I'm perfectly okay with but that are up to you." Luke shrugged his shirt off his shoulders but didn't move to change into his shorts as he waited for her to answer.
Penelope was watching his hands and face as he spoke but now her eyes were trained on his chest. She took a deep breath and blew it out. "Luke, genuinely, is this… I'm starting not to care if it's a good idea but we work together so what - what happens if-"
Luke moved a few steps towards her, she shuffled forward so they were in arm's distance of each other, "Penelope, I'm not going to lie to you or use you. I decided after being disappointed when I didn't get to spend time with you last time that I needed to be straightforward. I'm not promising I know how to always do that but for this, I knew I had to. I don't know what you want and I don't know what I'm supposed to want but if you think I'm going to let anything ruin our work or even our friendship, you're wrong. But if you think that will happen then… All I'm saying is this is what it is unless you tell me otherwise."
Penelope swallowed the lump in her throat, she wasn't sure what she wanted either. She wanted him, sure. She always had. But now that she knew him, the attraction was not, physical alone. That's what made this a more nuanced choice. But if he thought that they could handle this then maybe they could, "So basically we control what this is and that's that?"
Luke shrugged, "Essentially."
Penelope bit her lip as she stared at the carpet beneath her feet, she attempted not to smile as she thought about how much she wanted him over the years and how much it was obviously reciprocated. If she told him right now she just wanted to lay in bed and talk to him he would give her that and if not then he would also apparently go down on her until dawn. She wasn't sure she didn't want all of it. "So we're not going to be weird about any of this?"
"I won't. You?"
"No. I won't. But… we don't need any answers?"
"Do you have any?"
"No. Not yet."
"Me either."
Penelope bit her lip again, but she finally met his eyes again, "Okay."
Luke raised an eyebrow at her, "Okay?" He stuck his neck out, "Okay, what?"
Penelope shrugged, "I'm not going to give you a script. Just," she gestured with both hands.
Luke snickered, "Thanks, helpful." He moved past her to shut off the main light in the bedroom leaving on only the bedside lamp, "So I guess just tell me as we go along if something is or isn't - well, ya know."
Penelope had spun to watch him hit the light switch, her back was to the bed and she gave him a slight nod. The nerves suddenly started creeping over her skin. She thought talking about it would be awkward but now knowing she was probably going to be kissing him momentarily made her anxious.
Luke slowly walked towards her, he finally felt the jitters as he realized this was finally happening. When he reached her they stood toe to toe. They both inched forward, their bodies coming within inches of each other. Luke brought his hands up to her hair and Penelope put her hands on his sides. Their faces were close as they scanned each other for any hint of fear or trepidation when neither of them felt any they simultaneously moved in for their first kiss. It wasn't cautious but it was careful until they finally got the taste of each other they had both been craving for so long. Their kiss intensified immediately quickly becoming frantic. Their hands followed their lips lead as they undressed each other.
Luke unzipped Penelope's dress. Penelope unzipped Luke's pants. He lifted her dress over her head as her hands explored. Luke pulled away to look at her body and then his eyes watched her hands run over his erection. Her eyes moved up to meet his lust-filled ones. His lips were pierced open as he was breathing heavily.
He pushed her backwards towards the bed and kissed her as he followed. Luke spread her legs and began kissing her thighs, slowly working his way up and further in. Penelope was squirming and her hands found his hair. Her eyes closed and her back bowed as she dug her nails into his scalp encouraging his actions. Luke pulled away to push his pants off all the way. Then he pulled her underwear down her legs quickly and immediately returned to making his way to her center.
"Luke," she breathed his name.
Luke finally gave her what she wanted, as his tongue found her clit. He moved his tongue quickly back and forth as she squirmed. He felt her legs begin to shake so he stuck two fingers inside of her as his tongue worked back and forth. He felt her clench his fingers and then her body shook as she came, "Luke! Oh my God!" She held him to her until the feeling overpowered her and she had to push his head away. He straddled her legs, he brought her up and reached behind her to unhook her bra. She was still recovering and she let him do whatever as she felt weak. He threw her bra aside and as her back hit the bed she felt his lips around her right nipple.
Penelope was beginning to return to reality and as she was she realized that it was Luke's lips currently giving her all of the pleasure currently radiating through her body. "Luke, is this really happening?" She gasped out.
Luke mumbled onto her skin, "God, I hope so."
"Good."
Luke switched to her other nipple, his hands came to her breasts to feel and weigh them in his palms. He lightly bit her breast when she stroked him and used her other hand to cup him. "Luke, can we just," she moaned instead of finishing her sentence. She pushed his underwear down to free him, he took the hint and briefly let his feet land on the floor so he could discard his last bit of clothing.
He crawled over her again, meeting her gaze as he looked over her, "P, is this," he asked the rest of his question with his eyes.
Penelope nodded, Luke brushed her hair back with one hand and used the other to line himself up. They were staring at each other as he let the tip enter her. They both hissed, and their eyes fell to their joining but they didn't lose eye contact for long. As soon as their eyes met again Luke drove into her which made her dig her nails into his biceps, "Fuck, Luke. Just uh fuck." her voice was strained.
Penelope pulsed her hip up wanting to feel him pounding into her but he purposely let his weight keep her from gaining the friction she wanted. "You can help next time or anytime after that but right now, I'm fucking you the way I always wanted, so don't even try." Luke growled at her.
Penelope wasn't inclined to disagree. Her first time with him was going to be him driving into her with abandon. She'd have signed up for that the first time she heard him speak if she'd known how turned on she would feel before he even moved inside of her. Penelope was about to agree when Luke rapidly began slamming into her. She raked her nails down his arms and then bit into his neck.
Luke watched her unravel as she manically tried to exert her energy and gain sensation. He watched her breasts bounce as he slammed into her. His lips had to surround them again which he did hastily and without any logic.
Penelope held his head to her, the sensation of his lips along with the feeling of him stretching her so perfectly made it simple for her. Her mind contemplated the fact that this was Luke slamming into her with his perfect body, that she always pretended she didn't see. She threw her head back as she felt the orgasm circling but as she felt the flood coming to her center she loudly moaned his name out of her lips.
Luke listened to his name fall from her lips and while he might normally hold out in order to make sure she had another orgasm, he figured he'd be asking to do this again anyway so he'd have another opportunity to watch her unravel. Actually, he was thinking he'd like to have all the opportunities to watch her unravel. He let himself go, "Penelope! Fuck!" His thrusts died out and his head hung as he tried to catch his breath. Falling to her side, he immediately grabbed her by the waist to pull her closer to him, "Why did we not do this last time?"
Her mouth was dry, so she licked her lips hoping that would help. Penelope pushed the hair out of her eyes then cleared her throat, "The better question is, why did we do it this time?"
"Was I supposed to be thinking this through? I was a little distracted." They settled into each other's grooves, her leg over his, his arm behind her, his hand clasping hers. "But seriously, do you want to talk about this?" The question was punctuated by his lips on the back of her hand.
Her smile widened then she bit her lip to contain it, "I want to play it cool and say no but that would be an omission, if not a lie." She settled her face closer to his, "We work together, but do we want to do more than that?"
"I'd say we already had." Luke laughed when she used her hand inside his to tap his chest. "Yes, don't we? My plan was never to do this once just to know what it felt like. That sounds like a terrible plan."
"Yes, but do you mean sex or do you mean-"
"We can't possibly be dense enough to think that a sex only arrangement would end well."
"But we should hope that a," she winced because she was aware many men run the other direction when these conversations were too serious too early, "relationship will?"
Luke shrugged, "We can't know unless we try. But, what's the alternative? Walk away? Now? C'mon."
"It's easier to sweep once under the rug than many many times. And dates. And-"
"I understand. But, is that what you want? To forget this and never do it again?"
"No, it's not. But, is that what you want? To only do this with me, possibly never again with-"
"Anyone else? That's the hope, right? That things work out? Is that okay?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, yup." She cleared her throat and nodded. "Just so you know this is a very odd conversation."
Luke laughed, "Shut up, Penelope." He leaned down to kiss her. "Let's do more dirty things to each other."
"Fine by me. So I guess Em was right." She leaned in to kiss his chest so she could avoid eye contact so she wouldn't burst out laughing.
Luke held her away by her arms, "What's that now?"
"She told me if I left with her last time you'd probably lose your mind and we'd be forced to sort this thing out."
Luke scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Damn that ride home." Penelope reached down to stroke him. He took a deep breath and his eyes automatically became heavy with lust, "But damn that ride home."
I will be updating Summer and Movies soon. As of right now, unless CM turns around, those will probably be the last of my Garvez. Im. not saying that for sure but I can say I have no motivation for new Garvez right now. Also, I very much encourage angry tweeting the writers, I do it and it's fun.
Thanks to Silkia and Thomas for reading this.
