Author's Note: Definitely rated M for sexy stuff.


Changing to Mountain Time, meant that even though their bodies thought it was getting on for dinner time...the sun was still shining on breathtaking scenery of snowcapped peaks as their shuttle carried them as comfortably as a touring bus could be.

The energy between them continued to be light and playful - much like that from the day they had raided the pet shop together. Penelope insisted that Luke take the window and then spent most of the trip leaning over him to point out one site or another. They had spied mountain goats on one of the cliffs that rose up beside the road, a bear lumbering along the shoulder, circling hawks, and the butt of a moose - or maybe an elk - wandering away from the highway.

They were dropped right at the door of their hotel in Banff, made quick work of the check in and then made for their room. The hotel was quite unusual in that all the rooms opened directly out into the various courtyards or, like theirs, onto one of the long wooden porches which wrapped around the second floors of the complex.

As the room door clicked behind them, the two of them just stared. Luke especially was no stranger to unique accommodations - but even he was surprised. The room was incredible. It was all dark wood and exposed stone and brass. There was a comfy couch set infront of a fireplace - gas of course but a realistic cozy one - with a mantel and sconces set into the wall above. The art on the wall was done by local artists - including a landscape that took Luke's breath away - and an abstract that was like a sunset exploding into sparkles - like an embodiment of Penelope's spirit. They could just see a hint of the bathroom from where they stood - but through the door they could see that the floor was a rich copper tile, the walls appeared to be painted an elegant teal, and the lighting was soft.

Most incredibly, there was an old fashioned ironwork circular staircase which led to a loft bedroom.

The top of the front wall was an ornate stained glass window through which the late afternoon light was streaming. The design was a delicate geometric art-nouveau pattern - but the piece-de-resistance was how the pattern framed a large clear pane in the center through which they had a view of nearby mountain peaks.

Penelope and Luke both stepped into the room, set down their bags, and each did a slow drop-jawed circle - taking in the luminescence of this small slice of paradise in which they have found themselves.

Finally they both come.to a stop facing each other - and both of their bellies tighten. Something about the moment has made this whole strange adventure real to both of them.

Penelope feels her brain start to stammer for the first time around Luke in ages - her cheeks warm and she feels like ducking her head and lowering her eyes - but they are caught in his gaze so she doesn't...can't.

Luke is suddenly unsure what to do with his hands which feel awkward hanging by his sides - his shoulders prickle and his legs tense as his body sends signals that he may need to fight or flee - but he is frozen too - caught like Penelope in a gaze that is wide open - full of unasked questions and long kept secrets.

Both are suddenly struck by the lack of constraints or schedule or true shoulds or shouldn'ts...now that the planning and travelling are done they must choose how to spend their time over the next few days and both are unsure what they want or need or what the other wants or needs. They are free - but it is not an easy freeness. Each of them prickles with the knowledge that there is so much to learn still about this other human in front of them - so much to learn about themselves.

The multitude of options for what could happen next dizzies them both.

Their bodies and brains are sending mixed signals - a craving for food, the need to empty a bladder, deep fatigue from a long day of travel and the emotional roller coaster of the last few weeks, desires for physical touch - both erotic and not, a need to wash off the travel grime, a need to move and stretch after a long day of sitting, the urge to share their innermost beliefs and fears, and the impulse to hide, protect themselves from what this raw uncharted moment seems to threaten - for a very long instance these conflicting impulses battle within them.

Neither knows what they themselves want - so when they look into the other's eyes - trying to seek a hint of what might meet the needs of the other - it is like walking down an icy slope - they get a glimmer and then slide away - tumbling into another thought or guess or even a rough suspicion.

They might have stood in the exhilarating terrifying in-between for hours if not for the fact that both their phones rang at the same time.

Even though they are on vacation and neither needs to answer - they both do.

Penelope glances at the screen of her phone and mouths "J.J." heads for the washroom - hearing Luke's "Hey Matt! What's up? A case?" - then she snicks the door gently shut and answers J.J.'s call.

"Hey JJ! We just got to the hotel and you should see my room!". she listens for a moment then "No, I haven't thrown him off a mountain side yet - it's been fine - the mountains are incredible - like something from a storybook." she listens again "...no big plans for tonight...we thought we'd meet in a bit and see if we could find some dinner in town. Everything is super walkable." more listening then "No! J.J.! You shut your mouth! We are barely even civil to each oth...No! Look no. ok? Everything ok with you and your lovely family? No cases? Oh that's so good! Alrighty then I'm going to have to let you go now...yup have a shower and get the travel grime off - I need to be ready pretty soon and I'm hungry...mmhmm..yup love you too!"

Penelope hangs up and realises she does want to wash up - but that Luke may want the washroom first. Since she's in there though, she takes a few moments to pee and check herself in the mirror.

Sneaky devils. They timed their calls and are probably swapping notes now. Profilers.

Oh well, at least the call interrupted that...that...whatever it was it interrupted...and she has an idea of a plan for the evening.

Before opening the door, Penelope listens to make sure Luke is no longer on the phone with Matt, when there is silence she slips into the living space, puts a bounce in her step and a big smile on her perfectly lipsticked lips and says with her characteristic chipperness:

"All good with Matt?"

"Yep. He just wanted to make sure we'd survived the flight alright. I assured him that there was no turbulence so far. No new cases either although J.J. probably mentioned that."

"Maybe the psychos have also taken a long weekend...and it explains why our lovely colleagues are coordinating their attempts to get fuel for the rumour mill. They must be bored."

They both laugh and Penelope takes the opportunity to sit down on the couch so she can take off her shoes as he maked his way down their curly staircase.

"So..." they both say at the same time.

Penelope stutters to a stop and smiles.

Luke dimples and rubs the back of his neck.

"You go first Pen...mine will keep..."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. What were you going to say?"

"Just um that I thought maybe you'd like to duck into the washroom and then I could take a turn to wash off the travel grime if that's ok? Then maybe we can head into town to see if we can find some dinner? But what were you going to say?"

"uh...pretty much the same um thing..."

Penelope raises an eyebrow not totally buying it...but not willing to challenge him directly...considering the pre-interruption akwardness...

Luke does not bite though and just keeps on...

"...so it sounds like a plan. I took our bags up to the loft - so if you need anything that's where you'll find them. See you in um a few. I'll just..."

And he disappears with a bit of a bashful smile into the washroom.

Penelope sighs - wondering what he was actually thinking - but figures it will all come out in the wash - there's no point in pushing too much so early in this crazy experiment - things will be what they will be.


Penelope lets out an involuntary moan - low and long.

The shower feels amazing - it is one of those waterfall showers - so the water cascades over every inch of her body without any of those annoying cold spots you get with a more traditional shower. The water is hot and the pressure is pitched at the perfect intensity - total bliss.

Outside the washroom though - Luke is in a much more agitated state. He's still wearing his clothing from the day - well everything but his shoes and socks which he had pulled off earlier.

He thinks he did a good job of keeping his cool and a big smile on his face until Penelope had slipped with her toiletries case and a change of clothing into the washroom...but he's been pacing and not even smiling a tiny bit since she disappeared behind the door.

It's ridiculous - he just spent a whole day travelling beside her - they've kissed - they've laughed - they've touched - they've talked - it should be enough - but it isn't.

It badly badly isn't.

He urgently does not want to be on the other side of a door from her. He can hardly think straight from wanting to touch her - hold her - taste her. It is literally driving him insane and he feels absolutely wretched about the whole thing - they are adults - he is an adult - he can behave like one - not some randy teenager who can't keep his hands off his date.

Luke makes himself stand stilll - takes a deep breath - talking to himself calmly in his head...

... he can just kiss her and see where it goes when she gets out of the shower...yes yes that's what he will do...

...this is not a battle stations situation...

Just then he hears Penelope moan again.

It's too much.

Luke takes three long strides across the room - wrenches open the bathroom door - covers the distance to the shower - wrenches open the glass door - he doesn't pause to undress - just closes the distance between them by stepping straight into the water - wrenching a very wet - very surprised Penelope into his arms - crushing the length of her tight against him.

His mouth crashes into hers - their tongues swirl and lick - the kiss deepens and clashes - he holds her just as fiercely - and finally - finally - finally - he feels right again - although it is still not enough...

Luke wrenches his lips from Penelope's - so that he can mouth his way over her cheek down and over her chin - sucking her neck in open-mouthed desperation - leaving a dark red wide mark as her head falls back and she moans again - deeper and longer - leaning back into his arms - clutching and twisting his sopping shirt which is plastered by the falling water against his skin.

He can't help himself - he mutters an apology against her neck.

It is like his words burn her. She snaps to attention - grabbing a fistful of his shirt she pulls him up and away from her - makes him look straight at her.

"Luke Alvez. DON'T. YOU. DARE. APOLOGIZE. FOR.THE MOST. EROTIC. THING. THAT. HAS. EVER. HAPPENED. IN. MY. LIFE. If I wanted you to stop I would say so and you - because you are you - would stop, right?"

The word is dragged out of him like a prayer and an oath and a curse.

"YES."

"THEN. DO. NOT. STOP. UNLESS. YOU. WANT. TO."

They are frozen again.

Their eyes shoot daggers at each other.

And then something snaps and they crash into each other again.

They are kissing again - although the word is a flimsy expression for the searing seeking and uncontrolled unspoken promises which lace the frantic joining and panting of their mouths and tongues.

The water pelts down on them. Bouncing along their raw nerves - creating an echo chamber for the cacophony of feeling racing through their brains and bodies...and...and then...

Her fingers undo his button - and now fumble at his zipper fumbling trying to get it down.

He takes a step back to give her more room - his fingers move to replace hers.

Her eyes are wide and her breaths are rushed. She looks up and in a broken whisper "Condom - my bag - counter"

He is there and back in less time than it takes her to finish the thought. Opening a foil package with his teeth.

His zipper is down.

His pants and underwear pushed down to his thighs.

He rolls the condom on.

He steps to her. Grabbing her ass. Lifting her up and against the wall as she wraps her legs around him.

She cannot believe how strong he is.

He pushes her up against the wall with his body as he drives his cock into - he can't call it her wetness - all of her - all of him is wet - sopping - soaked - into her sex - her cunt - her vagina.

All is slick.

All is touch and taste.

All is body and soul and heart.

He is thrusting hard and fast into and up into her.

Over and over.

Tighter and Tighter.

Higher and Higher and Higher.

"Penelope please. Pen. Please. Help. Now. Please. Chic-ahhh. Penelope. Penny. Pen. Pen. Pen. Pen. Pen."

And she is there. She is cumming. Her muscles clench around him.

Pulsing and crashing.

Her cries pierce him - pulling him closer and closer.

He keeps thrusting - up and hard - up and in - up and harder - deeper pushing her on even further - she is thrashing her head as the sensation is too much too much too much...

He almost wants to hold back - to somehow stay in this hurricane of sensation - to not crest just yet - but there is too much feeling - the levy breaks and from deep in his balls - a wave of ache - a breaker of need - rises within him - he feels himself propel torrents of his hot cum - jizz - semen - deep - deep - deep - flooding inside of her.

Something secret and terrifying forms one last wish as his mind's eye collapses into a shower of light - sunlight on azure water - a new never before tasted thought - a wish that there was no condom between them - that there had been some greater chance of a child made by this act.

And then all falls back to earth and he is holding his darling amazing panting beautiful beaming gasping smiling Penelope.

He kisses her lips softly and gently.

Helping her down in more ways than just setting her feet on the ground.

This time when he smiles at her...he means it...nothing is hidden...or held back.

Though he does not voice his thought about the child - it is not a lie or even an omission.

It is just not yet time to share it.

He smiles with every single particle.

He kisses her cheek.

He steps back and then reaches out and turns off the water.

The silence is pristine.

It does not matter that he is still clothed and sopping and likely looks ridiculous.

The world is right again and he can breath and they will laugh and undress him teasingly.

Peeling off his wet clothes.

Hanging them on the edge of the tub to dry.

They will dry off and dress and brush their teeth.

They will walk into town hand-in-hand and find a restaurant that speaks to them.

The night is young and filled with potential.


To be continued...

Author's Note: So right now my plan is to have a few more chapters to explore what happens during the trip and then I will be shifting style a bit. This is because following the trip, there will be a case which I have been writing as an un-broadcast episode to help transition back to the cannon storyline. Once back to cannon the format will shift back to more of these lost moment type chapters. Hopefully it will be an enjoyable interesting ride for everyone! Take care and thank you so much for reading, liking, following, reviewing, and commenting. Take care!