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Fondue

Penelope was talking. Luke was aware of that. But he couldn't take his eyes off her legs. Currently, she was leaning against his desk, wearing a black dress with tiny white polka dots on that stopped just above her knees. Her beautiful pale legs were an incredible temptation. Luke wanted to lick his way up them, push the bottom of the dress out of the way, and bury his face deep inside her pussy until she was screaming.

"Are you even listening to me?" Penelope asked with an annoyed look on her face.

When Luke glanced at her, her cheeks flushed. She knew what he'd been thinking. Could see the desire for her in his eyes.

Luke cleared his throat. "What were you saying?"

Rolling her eyes, Penelope answered, her tone slightly exasperated. "I said we should have a party at your house."

"Why?" The thought was absurd.

"Because we've never been over to your house as a group?" It came out like a question—almost as if she were looking for a reason to have a party.

He wanted to laugh in her face and tell her how ridiculous that was. She'd been over to his house plenty of times. He'd fucked her in every single room, multiple times.

"I've never had a party like that."

Penelope raised her eyebrow and then possibly asked him the most ridiculous question he had ever heard. "Do you even fondue, bro?"

Luke threw his hands up in the air, utterly exasperated with the conversation. He just wanted to go back to staring at her legs and fantasizing. "We've got bigger fish to fry!"

"It's just a small party," she argued back.

"Oooh, who's having a party?" JJ asked as she walked in.

"No one," Luke told her at the same time as Penelope said, "Luke."

"Fun!"

Luke let out a sigh, his chest heaving. Then he remembered a conversation he'd had a few days earlier. "Did Lisa put you up to this?"

Penelope grinned and made a zipper motion across her mouth.

Lisa had mentioned that Luke should have a pseudo-housewarming party. He'd lived there for the last four years, yet he'd never had anyone over to 'celebrate'. Luke secretly thought that Lisa wanted a bit of joy right now, after what happened to Phil.

Somehow, Luke had the feeling that a party was happening whether he wanted it to or not.

"Thanks for coming," Luke said as he held the door open and let Emily and Rossi out.

He watched as they got into their respective cars and then drove away. Everyone else had left minutes earlier. Only one person remained: Penelope.

Shutting the door, Luke walked back into the house, stopping to give both Roxy and Lou a tickle—they'd taken up residence on the couch. When he got to the kitchen, Luke took a second to just watch Penelope. She was so beautiful. Wearing a black dress with pinkish-red flowers on it that fell to her ankles, she looked absolutely beautiful. Strappy brown heels were on her feet, and her hair was down and loose, making Luke want to run his fingers through it.

Penelope placed some glasses in the dishwasher, and Luke moved forward.

"You don't have to do that," he told her.

Shrugging her shoulders, Penelope turned to face him. "It's alright. It was kind of my idea, so I might as well clean up."

They worked together in comfortable silence, Luke handing Penelope the dirty dishes before he wiped down the surfaces.

"It's a shame Lisa couldn't make it," Penelope said.

"I guess that's the life of a doctor."

"I think it would have been nice for her to meet everyone, though." Penelope sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. "I think she took Phil's death hard."

Luke nodded. "Yeah." He didn't have much else to add. It was difficult. Lou was a constant reminder of the friend he had lost. But he wouldn't have her going anywhere else.

They cleaned the rest of the kitchen before turning to each other.

"What now?" Luke asked, an edge to his voice. There was something he wanted to do more than anything.

"Well…" Penelope sauntered towards him, her hips swaying in just the right way. "I can think of one thing." She cocked her head to the side, her hair falling in a beautiful blonde wave over her shoulder.

When she was finally within arms reach, Luke grabbed her by the waist and hauled her towards him. He nuzzled his face in her neck and inhaled the scent that was so quintessentially her. It was sweet, reminding him of vanilla and cinnamon, wrapped up in one. Luke wanted to bury himself in her until they smelled exactly the same.

Tilting her head to the side, Penelope allowed him unrestricted access to her neck, the pale skin too much of an invitation to ignore.

His mouth latched onto the available flesh, sucking it into his mouth before his tongue swirled around it. He wanted to leave a mark. Even if Penelope covered it up with scarves or makeup, Luke would know it was there. He would know that his mark remained on her. And that was a huge turn on.

Luke pulled back, pleased to see Penelope's eyes hooded with desire.

What he did not expect was the forceful slap that hit his shoulder.

It smarted for a few seconds, and Luke reached up to rub the appendage. "Ouch! What was that for?"

The desire was still there but so was something else; worry.

"Matt told me about the case today."

Luke raised his eyebrows. Is that all the information she was giving him? "I'm going to need more than that, Chica."

She rolled her eyes like the evidence was right in front of him, and he was completely oblivious to it. "About how you were almost stabbed."

"Oh. Yeah. That." It was the only response he could summon.

Clearly, Penelope had more to add.

"You can't get yourself stabbed, Luke." Her voice was filled with disdain, and he wanted to chuckle. Almost as if she thought that he had done it on purpose.

"I wasn't expecting to get stabbed."

"It doesn't matter!" Penelope wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer. "You can't get stabbed, Luke."

"Well, I do apologise."

That made her smile, and Luke felt himself grinning back at her.

"When Matt told me what happened, I almost hugged him for saving your life. And that would have been a disaster."

Luke's brow furrowed. "Why?"

Looking down, Luke saw a slight blush cover her cheeks.

"Because… because then people would know about us and how I… feel."

At that moment, Luke could have pushed for more; asked her to explain in more detail what she meant. But now wasn't the time or place for that. She wasn't ready for that discussion, and Luke was more than happy to go at her pace.

"We can't have that," he told her, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against hers.

Slowly, Luke angled his head until his lips were a mere breathe away from hers. He was teasing her.

"Luke," she mumbled. "Kiss me."

How could he refuse a request like that?

Leaning down and fusing their lips together, Luke slanted his mouth over hers, desperate to taste as much of her as he could.

Penelope let out a satisfied sigh, clutching at his shirt as she leaned into him.

Luke traced his tongue over the seam of her lips and, immediately, she let him in.

Their tongues touched and traced and teased one another, pleasure running down his body. Luke had to wonder if this would ever get old. If at any point he wouldn't want her like this. As his cock strained against his jeans and made itself known to Penelope, Luke doubted it.

He backed her up to the counter, pinning her against his body as he felt her curves through her dress. His hands went to her plump backside, and he squeezed it, pushing her closer to his erection, letting her feel how hard he was for her.

"Don't want to wait," Penelope mumbled against his lips. Her hands left his waist and went to his belt. Quickly, she unbuckled it and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Within seconds, her hand was around his swelled cock, fisting it hard.

"Shit," Luke swore, feeling his dick pulse under her touch.

Rougher than he intended to, Luke grasped her curvy hips in his hands and lifted her onto the counter.

"Ah!" Penelope shrieked, her lips momentarily leaving Luke's before a smile curved at her lips.

Seconds later, her hands were in his hair, and she was pulling him back to her.

As they kissed, Luke grasped the hem of her pretty dress and tugged it up her body, revealing more of her skin.

He adored it, loving seeing the contrast between her pale skin and his tanned flesh.

Luke ran his hands over her smooth legs, running them along the outside of her thighs before moving to the sensitive patch on the inside.

Dragging his nails lightly along and feeling goosebumps in the wake of his touch made Luke smile.

Delicately, Luke ran his index finger along the cotton of her underwear, her clit so swollen with want that he could feel it.

Penelope was more riled up than she was letting on as she whimpered at his touch, kissing him harder, her fingers tugging on the hairs at the nape of his neck.

"Please," she whimpered, pushing her sex harder against his finger, trying to give herself more friction.

Luke continued to stroke her, enjoying the dampness that was gathering despite the barrier between them. With his other hand, he released her waist and reached into the pocket of his jeans. He pulled out the condom he had stashed there earlier.

Delight floated over him when Penelope took the condom from him. She ripped off the top, pulled out the lubricated rubber, and then rolled it onto his turgid cock.

A groan left his lips at her touch.

Luke decided that he couldn't wait any longer. He didn't even bother to pull her underwear down her legs. He simply pulled it to the side, the material rubbing against her clit.

Penelope moaned and arched at the sensation. "Yessss."

Teasing her with the head of his cock, Luke rubbed it against her, over her, letting her juices coat the condom.

He couldn't take his eyes from the sight.

"So hot," he muttered, sliding into her with ease.

"Oh, God!" Penelope's hands grasped at his shoulders like she needed something to anchor herself.

Luke was going to comment about God not being here and it just being the two of them.

He was going to do that until her pussy squeezed his cock so tight that he was sure the circulation would get cut off.

Luke pushed his forehead against hers and breathed, his balls tightening much too soon for his liking.

Hooking one of her legs over his hip, Luke pressed two fingers against her clit; at the same time, he started thrusting.

Penelope let out an unintelligible moan. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her hair dangling down her back. Her cheeks and chest flushed, the muscles in her thighs contracting with each thrust.

"Love this," Luke panted. He looked down at Penelope, and his chest tightened. Three words were on the tip of his tongue. The desperation to say them, to have her hear them built up and built up, just as the pressure in the end of his cock reached boiling point.

To stop himself from saying something he might regret, at the last second, Luke buried his face in her shoulder and bit down, his orgasm so intense his toes curled in his loafers.

Shakily, he thrust twice more before Penelope squeezed around him, her soft moan in his ears.

Luke rested his entire body in the cradle that Penelope's legs provided, the counter the only thing supporting them both. Brushing some of her hair away from her face, Luke kissed her soundly on the lips.

The party had been a good idea after all.

I forgot how much fun it is writing this couple!

Hopefully, you all enjoyed it, and I'll see you next week.