WARNINGS: Oral sex, intercourse

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It only took a slightly-elusive request via text for Penelope to get a couple of days off from Hotch. She apologized again and told him she needed a couple of days away after the FisherKing case. He had been very sweet and she felt a little bad but then decided it was okay. Not everyone needed to know everything. Her boyfriend had asked her to go away with him… and she was determined to enjoy it.

David convinced Penelope to stay the night on Wednesday. On Thursday morning, she changed into sweats and a t-shirt while he packed the truck with his things. He drove them to Penelope's apartment so she could change - again - and pack a bag to add to the back.

When she returned to the truck with his gentlemanly assistance, she was reverberating with real excitement. It was a beautiful 60 degree, sunny mid-morning, and it was supposed to be close to 70 when they got to Norfolk. As soon as David was seated beside her, she leaned toward him and placed a hand on his thigh. She was supremely happy he dipped his head to give her a kiss before he started driving.

"Now Kitten, do you want to take the highway or the backroads to Norfolk?" He asked as they made their way out of the neighborhood.

"Oh! What's the difference time-wise?"

"It's about three hours by highway, which is more in-land obviously. It's four, four and a half hours by backroads, which brings us closer to the water. Tonight's signing isn't until 5 o'clock, it'd be nice if we were there by half-past four.

"The backroads work, then? That sounds wonderful," Penelope gushed. She really had never been on a road trip let alone any kind of romantic getaway. Her hand remained firmly on David's leg and she found herself brushing her thumb back and forth across it.

David smiled. "Great. And our hotel is basically across the street from tonight's bookstore, so we should even have time to go freshen up if you'd like."

"David…" her voice trailed off contentedly.

He picked up her hand and brought her fingers to his lips. "Yes, Kitten?"

"I've never done anything like this before. Thank you for inviting me along for the weekend."

He grinned and gave her a brief, loving glance. "Bella. I, first, would not want anyone other than you with me. Second, this whole time away is going to be 1000% better because you're here. …It's perfect already, in my opinion. And it's only going to get better."

Once they were an hour or more south of Quantico, there were small mountain ranges on either side of them. A river in the distance came in and out of eye shot. The sun was stunning, still rising in the late-morning sky. Together, the water and the light created a beautiful picture.

"I do know of a great little diner in the Northern Neck if you'd like to stop for lunch?"

"What is the Northern Neck?"

"Ah, it's widely considered an 'unspoiled' area of Virginia. It's a peninsula, we'll see more and more water as we head south. Anyway, it's bordered by the Potomac, the Rappahannock and Chesapeake Bay. It's simply beautiful, in my opinion."

"You've been this way before, then?"

"Yeah, these are a couple of the bookstores where I make the rounds when a new book comes out. It's a pretty part of the coast, not too far to drive and the people are nice."

"Fantastic. And yes, lunch would be great whenever."

As they drove, they passed over inlets and rivers, through small towns, past schools and markets and vineyards. Penelope couldn't stop gazing out the window. She couldn't believe they were only a few hours from Quantico. It was like a beautiful, hidden world no one had ever told her about.

Her left hand hadn't left David's thigh. Now she traced his muscles and any line in his jeans from knee to hip. He was the epitome of strength. His body felt so good under her fingertips, it didn't occur to her to stop touching him.

"Kitten…" David moaned.

His guttural tone took Penelope by surprise and immediately got her attention. Not letting go of his leg, she turned as much as she could in her seat. She looked at him brightly.

"Yes, David. What's…?"

"If you keep doing that," he looked down at her hand on his leg. "I'm not going to be decent-enough to walk into the restaurant."

She let an easy, sexy grin cross her face. She was quiet, removed her hand and opened the search engine on her phone.

"Oh, look! We're coming up on Versailles! Did you know Versailles is a historic home built in the 1850s?" They were a mile away. "Oh, it's probably beautiful, David, can we turn here, please?" She reached her hand out to the left.

He looked at her dubiously, and turned on the truck's left hand turn signal. It was a long, tree-lined driveway that was circular at the end. The mansion stood there majestic, white with forest green shutters and matching shingles on the roof. Before rounding the top of the driveway, there was a much smaller, worn path to the right. To call it a road would be generous. Penelope thought she made out a group of outbuildings there - a garage and at least one shed.

"Here, this way!" She pointed to the right and gently touched David's hand that was on the steering wheel.

"Penelope, what has gotten into you?" David sounded very confused.

She knew by reading the website that weekday visitors hours were over long ago. There wasn't another vehicle or person in sight. There was a thick tree line to their right, and the house was several hundred feet away to their left.

David pulled up in front of the garage and stopped the truck. "What are we doing here?"

The buxom blonde lowered her own voice as much as she dared.

"Put the car in park, David."

He did as his eyebrows went sky high.

Penelope raised herself up, one knee on her seat and when she leaned toward him, she hovered over David. She could only see his face within full view of her cleavage. She rested her left arm between his head and the headrest of the driver's seat. Her right hand went to his belt and deftly unfastened his fly.

"I believe you said you wouldn't be able to walk into the restaurant 'like this'," she rubbed her hand over his crotch and in two or three passes made him harder than he had been on the road.

"I did say that, did I?" She watched him take turns watching her lips and staring at the rise of her breasts. Every fourth or fifth beat, he would look her in the eye. He even dared a glance below his waist once or twice.

"We really can't have that now, can we?" There was a giggle as she pushed the front of his pants and the band of his underwear down past his balls. Taking his cock in her hand, she pumped him several times while lowering her lips to his and planted a long, firm, dirty kiss on his mouth.

She smiled at his blown pupils and gasp for air. Placing a couple of kisses along his jawline and another couple down the tender flesh of his neck. Pulling back the collar of his shirt she placed one, staggered kiss closer to his chest, and sucked just a little bit.

Continuing to pump him every few seconds, he was hotter and hotter in her hand.

Pushing herself forward with her foot that was still on the floor of the truck, she bent at the waist and unceremoniously took his entire cock into her mouth as far as she could. She brought both hands to his lap, one on each thigh so she had easy access to steady herself and stroke his cock as needed. As she could, she caressed him wherever she was able to reach.

"OhmygodKitten," David groaned above her. Penelope had licked him before, even stroked him and sucked the head of his cock. However she hadn't swallowed him whole. It's been a long time since anyone had devoured him like this. His hips bucked and he forced himself back down into the seat. He reached for the electric controls, moving his seat back and away from the steering wheel.

He pet her hair while the waves of pleasure washed over him. He was careful to not move her head in any way, that was always in such poor taste in his opinion. But he did run his fingers through her full, alluring curls. He loved them so much… no, he thought, he loved *her* so much.

Moving his right hand down her back, he brushed her shoulder, her side, her hip. With his left, he moved her hair from between them to the other side. When he could manage a look, he saw her intricately-painted lips around his cock. Her lips were stretched, her mouth was completely full of him.

He had to close his eyes every-so-often; the sight of her on him alone could make him come. He drew in another faltered breath when he felt her palm his balls. She ran a finger along the underside of his sack and his hips involuntarily bucked again.

"So sorry, Kitten," he mumbled as he continued push her hair aside while he tried his best to keep his ass in the seat.

At the sound of his voice, she started sucking harder and running her tongue around the shaft and head of his cock.

"Oh, Bella," he tapped her shoulder. "Soon." He wasn't sure she heard. "Coming soon, Bella."

Instead of pulling off, she sunk down lower and hallowed out her cheeks around him.

"Ohmygod, Bella, sweet baby," David groaned out as he shot his cum into Penelope's mouth. He made himself open his eyes so he could watch her gulp it down. He kept a hand running gently through her alluring blonde locks.

She looked up at him then and grinned while her lips, her lipstick a little faded, were still wrapped around his cock. She was licking and gingerly nipping at him as he softened.

"Penelope," he breathed, stroking her hair more firmly now that he regained his faculties. He pulled at her elbow closest too him and encouraged her to sit up. "Bella…"

She rose and tucked him back into his underwear before she sat up further. David reached for her and brought her to him for a deep, racy kiss. Tasting himself on her lips was enough to make his spent cock twitch. He hadn't felt this paid-attention-to in a very long time.

"Bella…"

"Mon amour…"

"I love you, Penelope. Thank you… for that… surprise," he grinned.

"Mmmm," she smiled into another kiss and winked. "I loved it. Every minute, every drop."

David shook his head, chuckling, while he re-tucked his shirt and fastened his jeans. He leaned over and kissed her again.

"Would you like some lunch, Cara?"

"Yes, I believe I would! I seemed to have worked up an appetite." She was wearing her best shit-eating smirk, reaching to touch-up her lipstick.

He started the truck again, backed up and made their way out to the main road. Another left and a short half mile later, they pulled up to Newsome's. It looked like a mom-and-pop 'hole in the wall', but the parking lot was full.

Penelope observed fondly. "My dad always said when I was little 'if there are lots of cars in the parking lot, the food must be good'."

Her companion smiled at her and took her hand, squeezing it. "How true."

As they got out of the truck, she was thankful she chose a 'traveling dress' for the drive today. It was pink, with fine, black etchings of butterflies, moths, dragonflies and wildflowers. It was more of a straightforward neckline than her normal plunging-variety. She had paired it with short jean jacket and a chunky cameo necklace.

Looking at David, she admired how his jeans hugged his ass. For once he was wearing a bright button-down that showed off his dark hair and golden-olive skin. She still wanted to get her hands all over him.

They made their way inside and found a booth in the corner. They sat on the same seat again, like they did at the golf course. But this time they were facing the room. There was a juke box on the wall where they had walked in. It shined with brightly-colored lights. There was also a counter to their far left. Patrons could order takeout and a few stools where people could sit closest to the soda fountain.

A very sweet young woman approached and asked what they would like. Penelope ordered the Veggie Wrap and side of sweet potato fries, while David ordered a Pulled Pork Sandwich, curly fries and a side of crab cakes.

An inquisitive eyebrow raised by the blonde spurred David. "What? I'm hungry too! It was either that or a side of today's steamed shrimp…"

"Okay…" Penelope smirked.

"Plus, these crab cakes are the best I've ever had! Tal, the owner, uses his great-great aunt's recipe and are stuffed with local crab meat…"

"Alright…" Penelope was still smirking, thinking she never knew an orgasm to be so exhausting.

Dave lowered his voice and leaned into his girl, memories of their tryst a short time prior were vivid in his mind. "Sweet Bella… you can't blame me for being a little distracted."

She finally relented and gave a giggle, reaching up to kiss his cheek. "Touché… you have the right."

They had just started enjoying the sweet tea they ordered when an older gentleman with very cropped hair, wearing a plain white t-shirt and suspenders approached the table.

"Dave!"

"John!" Dave responded. He stood and shook the man's hand. "How the heck are ya? Still hanging around the old place?"

"Yeah, yeah… like to keep a pulse on how Talmadge is keeping it up."

"Still looks great and lots of people here for lunch on a Thursday," Dave praised. "John, I would love to introduce you to my girlfriend, Penelope Garcia."

Penelope blushed and offered her hand from her seat. John took it and dipped his head. She imagined if he had a hat on, he would've tipped it to her.

"Ma'am, it sure is a pleasure to meet you."

"Thank you, John. David says great things about your restaurant; I'm so excited to be here!"

John clapped Dave on the shoulder. "Finally found one worth taking home to Momma, huh Dave."

Dave had his hands on his hips and he locked eyes with Penelope. "There's absolutely no doubt, John."

Just then, their server approached with their food. Penelope thanked her and Dave sat back down.

"Alright y'all. Enjoy your food and thank you for visiting us again." John waved and went on to the next table.

Penelope looked at David, a small, sweet smile gracing her face.

"What?" David asked. "I'm hungry. I want to eat, you?"

"You introduced me as your girlfriend."

"Well, yeah, we talked about that. You are my girlfriend, right?"

She smiled and spoke intentionally. "I am."

"And it's acceptable to you that I introduce you as such."

"It is."

"So we're alright," he motioned between the two of them.

"We're more than alright."

She turned to her food, ate a sweet potato fry and picked up half her wrap. David dug into his food and stole glances at his girl every few bites. There is an amicable silence at the table, yet an energy surrounding them. Penelope feels like there's a buzzing going on behind her eyes… and it somehow matches the thumping on her insides.

She thinks about how warm she felt - proud, nervous, giddy - when David introduced her as his girlfriend. There may be more of that the next couple days, she reminded herself. Jimmy at Newsome's was probably a pretty benign start. She focused on how happy she was with David, really how thrilled she was to be taking this trip with him. There was no reason but to trust him and enjoy this time.

They shared how good their food was and eventually decided they wanted to get going.

"You're going to have to talk to me on the drive, Kitten, I'm stuffed," David smiled and held her hand as they made way to the truck. He opened the door for her, she sat in the passenger seat. He leaned in and kissed her softly. He hummed and told her that he loved her. That warmth showed up in her core again as she watched him cross in front and then get in beside her.