IMPORTANT: A friend was not up to reading this version of the story right now because of all the stress in the world - so I created a "Happy" version which presents an AU where Pen Luke stay together (no Lisa). Up to this point the versions are fairly similar - but starting from this chapter they will start to diverge markedly. If you would prefer to read that version - please let me know in the comments or by pm. I'm still trying to decide whether to publish it more broadly - but for now it is available by request.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So I almost created actual plot...but mostly this chapter turned out to be gloriously smutty smut. I would be very curious to hear your thoughts...since I enjoyed writing this chapter very much.

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Wednesday - December 20 - Day Off

TLC FOR PENELOPE DAY

Days to Friendship: 12

Relationship Status: A couple

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Penelope wakes up to voices filtering in from her living room - they are speaking too low for her to make out what is being said - but there are at least two humans out there so it's definitely not Luke making conversation with Roxy and Sergio.

Penelope can't even tell if Person-Who-Is-Not-Luke is a man or a woman.

For the first time since Luke came to stay since the case, Penelope's anxiety truly spikes.

Great Day in the Literal Late Morning! Who the heck was out there and why?

The memories of the last few days flood back to Penelope - heat - happiness - grief - embarrassment all seem to flood through her at once. This is complicated enough: why is someone in her living room with Luke?

So….being a thoroughly adult and modern woman... Penelope does the most logical thing she can think of:

She texts Luke.

PG: Who ARE you talking to??? What is going on???? I'll wait here until you tell me it is safe. *Scream Face*

PG: P.S. You better have your phone out there!. LOVE, YOUR VERY GRUMPY AND CLEARLY A TOTAL HEADCASE PENELOPE * Grumpy Face* * Exploding head* *Heart-eyes Cat*

As her next totally adult and modern move - Penelope lies back on the bed with a swift *whumph* pulling the cover completely over her head. It is dark and muffled under the comforter - comforter is such a great word for this type of blanket - maybe she could stay here forever.

In the darkness Penelope's thoughts get to run wild though...and...oh lordy...did she actually ask that they pretend they were trying to get pregnant...WTF was she thinking??? It was super outrageously hot...but...ahhhh. Well at least it hadn't come up the next two times they… good gracious what a crazy wonderful ribald insane last twenty-four hours….she'd be lucky if she could walk well enough today to go on the doggie adventure she proposed… oh well - she might as well get as much sex in now as possible...after all who knew when she'd be up to even thinking about dating let alone another partner again after all of this … damn damn double damn triple damn hell...as her step-dad used to say when really annoyed….she was too old for all of this...just turned forty after all...stupid annoying glorious life…

Luke's voice interrupts her thoughts:

"Good morning Grumpy Headcase Heart-eyes Pen-el-o-pe...you know you could have just shouted for me right? I know you are like glued to your tech...but I was only one room away and we are in your apartment… so whoever is out there probably suspected you were here somewhere or would be back soon… regardless of whether they have the deductive powers of Sherlock Holmes or Homer Simpson."

Penelope does not move a muscle or pull down the cover from her face - not when he speaks - not when she heard the laughter in his voice - not when she feels the mattress shift as Luke sits on the edge of bed…. but she also doesn't resist when he gently pulls the blanket down from her face and presses a soft kiss to her grumpily pouting lips.

"Hmpphh. I just needed to know who it was so that I could decide if I wanted to join you and what to wear. What are you doing allowing interlopers in?"

"Interlopers?" Luke echoes in amusement.

"Luke Alvez if you don't tell me right this moment who is out there, why are they here, and what are you discussing that is so hush hush - I - so help me Mr. Annoyingly Cheerful Morning Person - I will… I will… I will change your middle name on all official records to 'Newbie' - so you better not push me!"

"You are terrifying - you know that right?"

"Luke!"

"Ok Ok. Look, Roxy and I woke up a couple hours ago, went for a run and we bumped into Matt. I told you that he figured what's going on here - same as J.J? Anyway, he and Kristy need a favour but he refused to accept our help when I offered - so I brought him back here so you could talk him into letting us help out - was I wrong?"

"no"

"No?"

"No."

"No, I was not wrong?"

"No, you were not wrong. As per annoyingly usual."

Luke laughs and taps her playfully on the nose. Then kisses her - the comforter she's been holding up slips as she shoves her fingers into his hair and pulls him closer…

Luke groans deep in his throat - can't help but caressing a soft breast - deepening the kiss...

Maybe Matt will just go away. Unlikely...

So Luke forces himself to stop and back away - smirking up a storm.

"I have to go tell our guest that you admitted I was right about something As Per Usual. Get dressed and come on out when you're ready, ok Gorgeous? I'll pour you a coffee."

"As per ANNOYINGLY usual, Newbie!"

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Matt looks up from his phone and smiles beatifically at his friend - noting with a profiler's eye Luke's relaxed posture and self-satisfied grin.

"Sleeping Beauty finally awake?"

"Yep. She'll be out in a minute. Apparently I was annoyingly right as usual to invite you up for coffee."

"She admitted you were right about something? Things are more serious between you two than I thought. So Garcia not a morning person?"

"Sometimes - I mean in Banff she was the one who woke me up so we could hike. Don't rag her for sleeping late though, she had ahhh restless night."

"Hmmm. Look man - you know even though it's killing me not to ask what is going on with you two of you, I won't… but… if you want to spontaneously-"

Luke's face falls faster than Wile E. Coyote wearing an anvil as a hat.

"Sorry - I shouldn't have…"

"No Matt - it's fine. Look... I just... we just... Pen and I… just… can't. In Washington… when they… when I was told to choose… I mean if it had been… not expected.. I would have had to have… and then you and JJ… and Garcia is basically irreplaceable and…well...so friends...we're… going to be... friends."

"Dude, you sure? I mean Emily..."

"Matt we've agreed...we're figuring it out...going slow - I mean, hey, we even have a colour coded plan à la Garcia … Pen has started calling it the "Third Date Rule in Reverse Action Plan"... and not to be all like a guy about or anything - but right now things are fun - good. Really really good."

Heartbreakingly good.

Luke vanquishes the thought and makes himself keep smiling. Today is a day to make sure his Penny feels loved and taken care of - so he needs to just focus on the good to make that happen.

Remember how amazing last night and yesterday were!

Luke can feel a genuine stupid happy grin spreading back across his face as he remembers being inside her under the stars - lying heavy on top of her - playing with her boobies yesterday afternoon - the sex that was all kisses and comfort...

Matt doesn't know whether to buy Luke's jovial tone and goofy grin. He'd been almost convinced - but then there was a flash of pain which momentarily flickered in Luke's eyes - so fast it would have been missed by almost anyone except a skilled profiler.

"Alright - let me know if I or Kristy can-"

"Thanks. Seriously. But today you are going to make Ms Penelope Grace Garcia a very happy woman by letting us know what we can do for you. OH SPEAK OF THE DEVIL!"

Penelope beams at two of her favourite men on the planet as she joins them in the kitchen for a quick hello. She's wearing a cute red and white and green sweater dress with cozy faux-knit footless leggings and a matching hair-bow with little bells on it. Her face is partly made up and her feet are bare - showing off cherry red painted toes.

Luke's jaw drops - how the heck did she transform so quickly from the adorably rumpled grumpy nude Penelope he just kissed… to this…this…jolly elf-like creature of polished sophisticated sexy cuteness. All he wants to do is sheppard her back into her bedroom and unwrap her like a Christmas parcel.

That's it! It was a mistake to invite Matt back.

"Hey Tall Dark and Tattooed good to see you! I hear that you need me and Newbie here to come to your aid like the superheroes we are! I need to brush my pearly whites but will be back in a sec for deets and coffee! And if you think I'm taking 'No' for an answer you are not the brilliant Matt Simmons I have come to know and love!"

"Well we wouldn't want that...but Kristy might have my head if she feels I've imposed."

"Tut. Tut. Whatever it is, I am sure it will be a pleasure. TTFN!"

Penelope swans out as quickly as she came in - leaving a chuckling Matt and a gobsmacked Luke.

"Earth to Luke. She's gone - you can pick your jaw up off the floor."

Luke makes a wordless gesture at the door Penelope has disappeared behind.

"How do women do that?"

"What?"

"I don't know - change so quickly sometimes and take so long to get ready at others - look so appealing. Get cuter every time you see them no matter what?"

"I think it's supposed to be a mystery. You'd better pour her a coffee though..."

Luke gives himself a mental shake - then opens a cupboard for a mug - making sure he grabs one of Penelope's favourites and sets to pouring her coffee and cream just the way she likes it.

Matt notes for the second time this morning just how comfortable Luke is in Penelope's kitchen and wonders if he should be doing more to try to convince his friends to not give up so easily on being a couple. Kristy and him have agreed they should mind their own business…but…

Just then Penelope makes her reappearance - accepts the coffee from Luke with a giant smile and sighs with caffeinated contentment as she takes her first sip.

Then, like a laser, she sets her sights on Special Agent Matthew Simmons and he knows he's a goner.

Kristy is going to kill him...unless…

"Alrighty Agent Simmons speak up - what do you need?"

"Nothing! Just a cup of coffee and a hello from two of my favourite colleagues."

"That is B.S. and you know it. First of all we are definitely your top two favourite colleagues and two SPILL. Or so help me - I will change all your children's middle names to 'HAPPY FUN MEOW MEOW'!"

"Penny - that's the second time you've threatened middle name changes today. You need new material."

"Button it Newbie, you cannot have the A-material before I am done my first coffee - you know that. You brought him here, back me up, Mister. Aren't you tough or have your gun or something, Luke?."

"You know he's about the same toughness as me right? There's a reason I brought him to you, oh Ice Queen, this mission needs your super special talents."

"Hmph Flattery Alvez...always flattery with you. Alright Simmons - seriously what can we do? Just because it's an oldie but a goodie do not think your children's middle names are safe."

"OK OK! Look it's hardly an emergency - It's just Kristy and I are super behind on Christmas shopping for the kids. We always go together and then go out for dinner - it's our tradition - and we were supposed to go today… it's the fourth time we've rescheduled this year... but even though both Kristy and I are free - our babysitter and our backup babysitter have had to cancel...and since we.are cutting it so fine...we're thinking we may need to skip it this year."

"So I told him we'd watch their kids...but he wouldn't say yes...so I brought him home so Penelope "Big Guns" Garcia could explain how happy we'd be to help out."

"What? You don't trust us? Or more importantly me?"

"No! Yes! I mean... I just knew you had things… going… on…"

Matt falters as Penelope's expression gets more and more incredulous.

"What time do you want us to arrive? And can you and Luke swap cars so that we can take them to the park to go sledding with Roxy in your van? And then dinner and maybe a swim?"

"Uh yes and would ahhh 2:00 pm work for you?"

"Perfect. Then you lovebirds can stay out as late as you like! Your coffee is done? Good. Now run home and tell that fabulous wife and marvellous of yours the good news. We will see you in a few hours. Scoot."

"You sure?"

Penelope just glares so Luke jumps in.

"Seriously Dude - don't play with fire. Go home so you can shower and we can get ready for fun with the Simmons kids… otherwise I will be the one in trouble with Garcia and you've seen how scary she is! We'll see you at 1400 hours. As the lady said - scoot."

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Once the door closes behind Matt, Luke and Penelope burst out laughing.

"Thank you Luke. This is going to be fun and easier with two of us. Last time I watched their kids it was fun but a bit crazy being solo. So you're going to shower?"

"Nope."

Luke's tone is teasing as he pops the P.

Penny's face contorts into yet another study of incredulousness.

"Nope?"

"Nope."

"But…"

Luke grabs her hand and starts pulling her across the living room.

"No - my Pretty Penny - WE are going to have a shower, If we are going to spend from 2pm onward with four miniature chaperones - we are going to spend every moment possible between now and then nude and smooching."

"Smooching? That's a me word not a Luke word!"

"What can I say? You're rubbing off on me Miss Genie of the Lamp. Now less chatting - more nudity and smooching stat! I'm going into Penelope withdrawal!"

At this point, Penelope is giggling helplessly as Luke drags her into the bathroom gesticulating broadly.

He carefully begins unwrapping her - making sure none of his running sweat gets anywhere near her outfit - keeping her giggling with tickles and silly over the top expressions of joy and admiration each time he uncovers a new bit of skin - hanging up her dress and tights - setting down glasses and hairbows carefully - whispering that he wants her to wear exactly this outfit when it it is time for them to head off…

In a twinkling - Penelope is naked - and so is Luke - his eyes are alight with mischief as he turns on the water and pulls her under the spray with him.

IT IS FREEZING!

"Luke?!? Ahhhhh!"

"Shower time, Chica!"

And he pulls her into his arms - every inch possible plastered against each other - then kisses her resoundingly and messily as she gasps and thrashes and laughs in the freezing blast - returning his kiss as reckless joy bubbles up into her. She can't help but cling to him extra tight from the shock.

"We're just rinsing me off now - because we're going to need another real shower before we go! So nipples at attention missy!"

He shimmies his body against her exburantly - his whang playfully rolling between their bodies - and then he spins in her arms - grabbing the backs of her hands and making her rub his chest as though she's lathering him up with invisible soap - waggling his bum against her tummy with a grin - wriggling his back into her boobs delighting as he feels them pancake against him. Then quick as a wink - he turns once more smacks a kiss to her lips and then pulls her out of the shower and just keeps going - leading her dripping and cackling with ribald glee out of the bathroom..

"C'mon Penny My Love! Last one on the bed is a rotten egg!"

Now they are racing the last few steps - Penelope squeezing through the door first - launching herself on the bed. Luke is less than a racing heartbeat behind - landing and grabbing and rolling her under him - peppering her face - her throat - her shoulders - her breasts - her tummy - her wrists in ticking playful exuberant smooches.

The coldness of their skin in sharp contrast to the heat of their touches.

Penelope does not give in though - gives as good as she gets - tickling - licking - wriggling - squirming - smooching every bit of him that presents itself. It is a wet silly sexy showdown and neither knows who's winning - but each is determined to break the tie and somehow be the one who smooches the other the most - feet - fingers - buttocks - elbows - knuckles - ribs - toes - nothing belaboured nor missed by their teasing fingers and mercurial mouths.

The sheets are soaked by their tumbling twisting bodies.

Finally they find themselves locked in a static position - Luke pinned on his back - Penelope on all fours over him - licking and sucking his dick like a lolly - his tongue and lips plundering her pussy.

Their pace and mood is all fun and games. As with most 69s - the joy is more tied to the doing than the feeling - and especially in this round there is too much erotic static for either of their bodies to truly start the climb towards climax - but that does not lessen the giddiness.

Suddenly - caught up in trying to fuck Penelope as deeply with his tongue as crazily possible - Luke digs his nails into her ass cheeks - trying to pull her down further on his wiggling tongue - Penelope gasps at the unexpected pricks of pain - his dick slipping from her mouth - she arches back - breasts thrusting - throat long - head back so far oh so far.

Luke lets go - hands and mouth - and she lifts away and rolls onto her back - mock outrage and outright cheerful sensual joy battling for supremacy across her features.

In a move like a gymnast - twisting and rolling - quick as a wink - Luke manoeuvres them back face to face - eyes sparkling - a breathless smile stretching his cheeks - mild concern crinkling the skin around his eyes.

"Hi You. Sorry I hurt you."

"Hi. No. I'm good."

"Good."

Luke kisses her then. She tastes herself on his tongue. Yum. The kiss lingers - the fast and furious tempo - focusing into something slower and more saturated.

He starts to retrace his jubilant steps from their earlier play - but adagio - slow mouthing pulling kisses and moulding soft sure fingers and hands track each other over her body - down her throat - across her chest - her arms - her hands - her breasts - her belly - her legs - her ankles - her feet - and back up and over and around. He rolls her onto her tummy and then back as he goes so that every inch of her has been tasted and touched. No touch too long or too deep - especially in the most sensitive of places.

It is like this sex is a symphony and they're into the second movement - after the pause where you feel like applauding but know you're not supposed to - and now they are into a completely different mood and tempo - but there is a whole - a gestalt - that ties it all together.

While sometimes it is like he or she plays the other like an erotic instrument - a concentrated melody distinct in sound and crescendo - now it is like her body is a whole orchestra - and he - as a composer would - is layering sensations like sound - count and counterpoint - causing her feelings to build and swell in a complex compelling pattern of call and response.

The feelings Luke is causing are literally making her hum with pleasure - a swirl of soft and thrumming and content and glow.

Luke's heart swells as he keeps touching her and touching her - stroking - kissing - nipping - caressing - causing her pleasured purr to swell - her eyelids grow heavy as her attention she turns inward… after last night it appears she has granted him another level of trust and comfort - and he is exhilarated by the development.

Weeks ago...there is no way Penelope would have let him pleasure her this much nor for this long without having already tried to give back or wrestle the lead from him. In turn, he knows he's changed too - that she brings out behaviours and emotions in himself that he's never experienced before… he doesn't feel like he's ever been able to be so emotional nor so silly nor so creative nor so intense with any other partner he's ever had - and certainly never all those thing with the same person. Each time they are together he learns more about not only who he can be as a lover but who he is capable of being in this wide wide world.

All at once - Luke needs to be inside her - but unlike sometimes - when the need is in pursuit of his own pleasure or an impulse to be joined with Penelope or because he is spiralling higher and wants to make sure he is in her when he cums or even - like last night - a desire to claim her and make a new life between them - this urge has been triggered instead by an almost artistic impulse to tell a story - to use a certain medium - explore an idea that is bigger than himself.

He guides Penelope so that she is lying on her back - knees bent and hanging over the edge of the bed - spread wide and wanting - nothing hidden.

"Lie still, Love. Let me look at you."

Luke then stands back - gaze roaming hungrily over Penelope's body - heavy heartbeat after heavy heartbeat. - there is no touch in this pause. As he looks down she opens her eyes - but he knows he is too far away for her to see clearly - and that is unacceptable.

She has two stands on her armoire - one for the hair bows and one for the glasses that are currently in her fashion rotation… she swaps them out at least once each season so she doesn't get bored. He crosses over and plucks a pair of glasses at semi-random (his only criteria being that they don't appear too delicate) and then leans over and places them over her eyes with a kiss.

"I want you to be able to see me as well as I can see you… I want you to see how wild you drive me… how much I love you… how good it feels when I am inside you. Keep your eyes open from here to the end, mi Cielo."

Penelope blinks at him with an owly stare and then breaks into her biggest grin yet and his grin may be even wider…more beaming...

She makes me so damn happy.

"Penelope - I know you haven't cum yet - or are asking for it yet or anything - but I really want to push my cock inside you right now and build slowly from here together… is that ok or do you need more first? Your wish is my command."

"Now. I want to really really feel you inside me and right now...I will. We'll go slow?"

"So slow. Penelope?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Thank you for being you."

"Thank YOU for being YOU, Luke."

"Moi?"

Luke takes half a step back so that she can see as much of him as possible. He grins at her and - much to his own surprise - very very slowly wraps his hand around his cock - letting his hand run lazily up and down - up and down - swirling the tip between two fingers - rubbing his thumb over the tip - catching a bead of moisture - rubbing it in - then back up and down - up and down - pumping seductively - never ever breaking eye contact with Penelope - a secret smile playing across his lips.

"Do you - Penelope Garcia - know how many times I have touched myself thinking of you since we first met. How many times I promised myself I wouldn't - then broke that promise? How many times have I cum thinking - whispering - shouting out your name - in my shower - my bed - on the couch in front of the tv - hotel rooms in every state… and all those times? My imagination never even came close to how amazing you actually are - what it is like to be with you. You humble me Penelope. You fire me up. You inspire me to try better. Live more brightly. Love more fiercely."

Penelope's whole body is suddenly inflamed - her breasts feel fuller and insistent - there is a deep quivering wanting ache and pulsing in her quim - she can't move - she can't even let herself blink lest she miss a moment of Luke stroking himself - or miss a word.

A whimper escapes Penelope's lips - this is so damn hot - she loves him so much - he is so beautiful. Penelope has fantasized about catching him touching himself - sometimes imagining him orgasming - the moment he sees her - with gasps and ropes of flying shining cum - clearly pushed over the edge just by her seeing him.

Other times she has imagined taking over...stroking him - sucking him - climbing into his lap - riding him - him cumming in her - or on her - her cheeks - her breasts - her stomach … but this moment - just as he said - now is better than anything she has ever let herself imagine.

"Luke? Can you tell me about a time you remember when...when...you thought of me...like that...before we…um got Lou."

Luke gives her a sexy smile .. he hadn't planned to give her a show - but he totally understands the attraction of hearing such a story…in fact…

"I'll tell you one of mine if you tell me one of yours… oh..unless - I mean if you didn't that's-"

Smooth Alvez. You were doing good there for like 3 seconds.

"Deal. And don't be a doofus - of course I did, Handsome. Now talk."

"Ok...but first…"

Luke grabs a large thick firm pillow from the collection that lines the head of her bed and then loops an arm under Penelope's knees and pulls her towards him so that her ass is right at the edge of the bed

"Lift your hips, Sweetheart. Perfect. That's it. What a sight - gorgeous. Your bed is the perfect height, Chica. How come your bed is so high?"

"Foresight. This feels kinda off kilter. My toes don't reach the ground."

"I am hoping it will feel good in a minute...I um ...might have done some ah incognito tab googling in the last month or so… but tell me if it doesn't, ok? Unless you want to try something else?"

"No, I am game. You know incognito mode will never hide you from people like me right?"

"Yup. Just makes me feel sneakier."

He pops his P again and leans in to walk his fingers teasingly up her thigh as he steps forward between her thighs - lifting up her legs so she can wrap them around him as he very very slowly pushes cock into quim.

A sweet shudder ripples through Penelope's body as he slides home inside of her - and then just holds still inside of her. His expression is pure bliss and she feels his cock twitch so she tightens her muscles in answer - making him tilt his head back - his neck cording - and clutch her hips hard.

"Penelope. If. You. Want. To. Hear. This. Story. You. Need. To. Stay. Still."

"Ah. I'll ah do my best. Talk. Now. Please."

"Ok. Do you remember the night I brought you the cat tr- Penelope! What did I say about not moving?"

At the mention of the cat tree night - a vision of herself hunched over orgasming on the couch imagining him thrusting into her - soaks her brain and without thinking her hips have bucked and she's clenched hard around him - a single sharp cry falling from her lips.

"Sorry - just that night I..I..Luke.. couch on ..of you...in me...hard...oh my fuck.."

Luke understands in a flash of clarity - they had separately been thinking of each other to make themselves get off that night - she had touched and...now he can't hold still at the thought either...and rapidly thrusts three - four - five times hard into her - grunting roughly with each stroke - squeezing her hips - then forces himself back to stillness - eyes closed - breathing through his nose… so deep in her… he opens his eyes and glares at her...

"Penelope - oh my fuck...not the half of it… Now shut up and try to stay still or I won't be able to ahh finish...the...story…although I guess… ah..I'll be finishing something… umph.. else instead. "

Jokes? He can make jokes.

Penelope bites her lip and nods once.

"That night when I arrived you were wearing that copper and green lace silky robe thing - legs bare for leagues - umph - breasts straining to - uh - touched. I couldn't get you out of my head… but I had just that morning newly resolved to not think about you that way… too complicated… so I worked out - took Roxy for a run - had a cold shower… finally I went to bed early and made myself fall asleep proud that I hadn't given in…then like an hour after I fell asleep I dreamt about kissing you - I think you were sitting on the table in the conference room - it was dark - your shirt unbuttoned - my hand on your breast...then my lips and tongue. Delicious. I woke with a raging hard-on - my hand already on my cock stroking - pre-cum everywh-Penelope don't-oh fuuck Pen!"

Penelope can't help it though and clenches hard around him again at the thought of Luke hard and weeping in his bed before she can get control of herself again.

Luke hangs on - holding back by a thread - using his old trick of biting the inside of his cheeks hard to keep himself in check.

"Sorry - so hot - what ah what next?"

Luke sucks in a ragged lungful of air and continues.

"I couldn't help it - I started weaving this complex plot around how I found you in there after everyone had gone home and you had been crying-"

"Crying?"

"My fantasy. I have a bit of a hero thing going on if you haven't noticed - so yeah - crying about something non-specific and not too bad…"

L}

"You do that too? Edit your fantasies so that they don't-"

"-jinx things - yeah. So I was ahh Pen I am going to have to move soon...you feel way too good-"

"Tell me the rest - then you can fuck me - but tell me the rest...please!"

Luke can't say no - so he keeps on with the story.

"So ahh I was kissing you to cheer you up - you were wearing that outfit you wore the day you met Rox-eeeahhh. And I just imagined kissing you and then flipped up your skirt and you were wearing lace panties and I tore them off and then you were begging me to fuck you - and ah I pictured you opening a condom -who knows where it came from - and rolled it over my cock and then I pushed into you and and I tried to go slow…"

Luke starts acting out the story as he tells it - finally letting himself move the way his body has been demanding him to do for long long minutes. Penelope exhales in a hard puff of air with each thrust - she moulds and pulls at her breasts faster and faster as he thrusts and thrust in time to the story.

"...managing it for a few strokes but in my mind's eye you were leaning back - babbling my name - telling me you loved me - that I felt so good - so I started going faster and of course in my bed at home my hand followed my brain so I was wanking faster and tighter - thrusting up onto my hand - imagining it was you - saying your name… "

"Uhhh what - Luke - what what made you finally cum?

"Pen - I was not going to cum just yet….I rarely let myself imagine you… I refused to let that chance pass too quickly… so even though I could have cum right then in imaginary Penny … I conjured up a night watchman…"

"W-w-what? Luke! No - I… I can't. Uuuuhghh."

Luke stills again - deep inside of her - shushing her down off the edge - making calming circles with his fingertips on her hips.

Penelope wants to gnash her teeth at him - force him to keep fucking her - but part of her wants to know what the fuck he is on about with this night watchman thing. Luke clearly had a very well developed fantasy life.

"Ok the ah watch- aaaa-man… what ah happens?"

Luke is forcing his breath into his lungs - his words are punctuated by harsh sucking gasps - he eyes never break their gaze as he suits his actions to his words…

"He is - in the darkened - bullpen - sweeping his - flashlight as part of his - rounds - so we bunch - down against each other - raw - still - and I lean - over you - making you lie - back on the table - protecting - you from view with my - body - but still rocking - grinding - you biting my - hand to - stay - quiet."

Penelope mewls around his hand as she bites down - the intensity - words and movements each amplify the erotic impact of the other - is too too too much.

"Oh damn Pen! I...in my brain this slowed things down...this is not really doing… ahh… that."

Luke tenses everything - clamping teeth tight - his free hand into a fist - his stomach muscles sucked in - his toes curled.

I will get through this damn story.

I will not cum yet.

I will get through this damn story.

I will not cum yet.

I will get through this damn story.

I will not cum yet.

Luke - blocking out all sensation except the pain in his hand - centres himself - and then speaks.

"I ahh imagined that he peered in at the door - but through some magic - sees - hears - smells - nothing and goes away. I gently pull my hand from your mouth and suck the blood from the bite. I lean over and kiss you - you sucking my tongue - the coppery taste of blood between us..."

Luke kisses her and then pulls away.

"...And then...and then...I imagined you saying my name - whispering it like a prayer - and then ...and then... telling me you were mine and I was yours - always. And then… and then… I imagined you tightening around me as I stood up and pushed and pumped and thrust into you… your face so focused… your hair spread across the table... in my bed I rolled onto my side...stroking...pushing curling down on my cock and hand with my thigh...thrusting… I closed my eyes and promised… promised… you… for...ever...and in my mind you came hard around me… I had got you there...and that's...that's when I uhhh came too…oh fuck...Pen...I have to..."

Luke and Penelope both let go of anything and everything holding them back - Luke fucks her - lifting her hips - her wrapping her legs more tightly around him - bucking in time with his thrusts. She covers his hands with her own - pressing him tighter against her hips.

They watch each other - faces - then eyes dipping to where they are joining furiously - then their eyes catch again - dip and catch - dip and catch.

Luke sees her orgasm in her face and then feels her shatter around him and his body thrusts into the home of her - he can feel ropes of cum shooting into her body - as he thrusts and thrusts and thrusts - making these strangled gutteral noises that are all that is left of her name and the word love.

Penelope is crying she has cum so hard. The everything is too too much. Luke finally pulls out and collapses on his knees between her legs - hand on a knee - forehead pressed to a thigh catching his breath. She strokes his hair. And lies there - wondering how many pieces she is in.

Finally Luke raises his head - checking the time as he climbs onto the bed - concern etching his face as he sees the tracks the tears have left down her cheeks. He traces one with a finger.

"I didn't mean to make you cry."

"Good tears. That was..."

"Yeah."

"Luke?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Love you. Always. Somehow."

"You're going to make me cry, Chica. We'd better have a real shower now and get ready to go - we should leave in 30 minutes to get to Matt's by 2."

"Ok."

Luke kisses her once - briefly - then gets up and walks to the bedroom door - but just as he is almost out of the room he turns back toward her.

"Penelope?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Love you. Always. Somehow."

And then he turns and leaves her alone for a moment - she pulls herself together - makes herself smile - and then follows him when she hears the shower running.

"This one had better include hot water, Mister Super Special Sexy Agent...or I wouldn't want your friends to see your next driver's licence!"

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Author's Note:. Again hope you enjoyed? I did at least… Any comments or likes or follows would be very appreciated as always. Take good care!