Author's note: Sex. Just pure, nothing-but, fluffy, loving, vaguely glorious, smutty, sex…and some really nice ankle boots...
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Friday - December 22 - In San Antonio on a Case
Original Plan: ENJOY BEING A COUPLE
Days to Friendship: 10
Relationship Status: In this together.
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Luke opens the second adjoining door - which Penelope clearly unlocked mere seconds before collapsing onto the bed - her chic 4 inch-heeled "holly leaf berry" ankle boots still on and hanging over the edge so she wouldn't muddy the bedding.
Luke can't help but pause in the doorframe and shake his head over the sight.
Poor Penny. She really has had a rough day - although she probably won't accept any sympathy. He knows she has poured herself completely and tirelessly into the case since they had their "little moment" on the jet… not that they hadn't all worked hard and done their very best… not that every case didn't pull at all their heartstrings… but this case seemed to be tugging extra hard on Penelope in particular… little surprise… she is so empathetic… and being fat herself…
"If you are looking for good company, you should probably high thyself to the hotel bar to join the jolly four for a nightcap. I don't think I will ever be able to move again and I am as cross as a bear with two sticks on its head."
" Fuhgeddaboudit, I'm not lookin' f'r GOOD company - Imma lookin' f'r'ya Toots."
"Ow. Seriously, it hurts to breath let alone laugh - so shut that pretty little mouth of yours or get out Mister New Yorker."
"I'm sorry. I'll help. I feel like this is all my fault."
"Because it was your idea to have a boxing lesson? Or fall like a klutz on the ice? Or waggle my ass at you like some mangey feral cat? Or decide to wear four inch heels? Or kill way too many innocent happy fat people and call us out on a case THREE days before Christmas?!?!"
"You're right. This is all your own making. After all, I did try to get you to wear your sparkly gold tennis shoes instead."
"Out! Ooooouuuuuut!"
Luke ignores her and sits down at the end of the bed. His heavy go bag - which he had collected on the way through his room - thudding to the floor as he reaches for the closest foot.
"Oh Penny-my-love. Will you forgive me if I take off these torture devices, maybe rub these sore toosies, and liberally help you apply bengay?"
"Now you're talking."
Luke does not smile or comment on her frowzy tone of voice - instead he carefully unzips her little festively-sexy-if-torturous bootie-thing and then starts easing it off. It clings and her stockings are dark with sweat and she makes an audible sound of relief as the fashionable winter heel is finally peeled off. Penelope gingerly flexes arch and toes trying to relieve the ache - and tears of relief literally spring to her eyes when Luke's hands move in to firmly massage her foot.
"Oh. Thanks. Ow. No, keep going. Ow. But a… good…ow. Oh I'm sorry. It's probably smelly down there too. Ow. So gross-"
"Shush Pen - a little sweaty foot never killed anyone. Let me just get the other one, ok?"
Luke repeats the process with the second foot, and this time the bed practically shakes with Penelope's wails of relief when first the boot comes off and then when she feels strong fingers replace the faux leather that held her prisoner all day.
As the pain eases, Penelope decides that she is not the only one in this room in need of TLC. It hurts but she swings herself into a kneeling position behind Luke - waving off his protests with a shooing motion of her hand - and tucks into giving him a well deserved shoulder massage.
At first he sits ramrod straight in protest, so she starts gentle - more of a shoulder rub than a massage - but when she gently drags the back of her finger tips slowly up the back of his neck - into his hair - then rolls her hand down so that her palm cups the base of his skull and then pushes he hand up higher - tangling her fingers into his hair - the breath he's been holding escapes in a woosh and he lets go - his chin slumping forward onto his chest - his eyes closing in bliss - the sore planes of his back releasing just the tiniest of bits…. So Penelope lifts herself up into a taller kneel - and goes back to his shoulders - gradually adding more pressure as she kneads and works his tight muscles.
Luke can't help but start to roll his head - stretch his neck - shrug his shoulders with her therapeutic motions - toe off his shoes…
He inhales sharply at one point when her thumb finds a particularly troublesome knot and starts to really work it. She switches from thumb to knuckles - then back to the thumb then the heel of her hand to three finger tips and so on and so on - sensing what type of touch he needs at each phase of the knot's loosening. He flexes against her and flexes with her - as she draws out tension and hidden pain that he didn't even know were plaguing him.
Finally after she's been working for what must have been half an hour.
How could he let her? How could he not?
Penelope, who is decidedly happier, and looser herself leans into him from behind - draping herself over his shoulders - pancaking her breasts against his back - her hands smoothing their way down the front of his shirt - his hands coming up to meet hers - one catching a wrist - one tangling fingers with fingers. She presses a lipstick kiss to his cheek and purrs into his ear:
"Feeling better? I am. Shall we share a shower, Hotstuff?"
Luke turns into her embrace - lips catching hers - his body insistently guiding - one hand sweeping her legs to the side as he switches from sitting to kneeling - so she can unfurl and lie back on the bed - as he follows her lips - her body - down - down - down - to the mattress… and oh her hands come up to cup his face as she accepts his help - accepts his kiss - fingers tangling again in his hair as he kisses her reverently - holding himself up off her sore body - and they kiss - breath each other in - it is delicious and wholesome and heady.
The room is dusky - with curtains drawn and just one lamp switched on - but they don't need to see well - just enough…. just enough… and the glow is golden…
The kiss is light but languid - soft and tangled - taste and feeling - molten and feathery… gentle yet intense… but more than anything it just goes on and on and on… their tongues caressing… their lips catching… molding… coalescing… so sweet… so good… so forever…
Penelope and Luke both start to ache in a different way - a wanting way…. a slow and begging way…
A please-oh-please… don't-stop-doing-exactly-thal…
and-yet-I-need-more…
oh-please-now…
…kinda way.
And so soft and slow….
Penelope's fingers find his flies and pulls them down between them.
Their soft kissing goes on.
Luke's one hand comes to her hip and his fingers start to inch her skirt and slip up - fingertip by fingertip..
And still their soft kissing goes on.
Penelope lifts her hips and replaces Luke's hand with her own and using both hands shimmies skirt and slip up to around her waist.
And still their soft kissing goes on.
Luke's hand slides to between her thighs - then cups her tight-and-panty-covered mound - firm and smooth - oh fuck - he can feel how wet she is through the fabric…
And yet…
And yet…
…their soft kisses don't break.
Don't fiercen.
…But maybe deepen just a bit… maybe they are now catching the other's pants with their tongues… tasting just a little more want in the mouth of their lover… and so they kiss… gently… deeply… devotedly…
Penelope slips her hands onto his back - sliding first up under his shirt - running her hands over his glorious warmth - making him circle up into her palms - flex his back and shoulders with the sumptuous strokes of her palms and generous gentling of fingertips.
And still…yes…they kiss… oh how they kiss!
…can a kiss be soft and wanting… gentle and needy… asking and giving?
Oh yes.
Yes indeed.
And these…
…these kisses are all that and more…
..and so they kiss and kiss.
And crotch rubs and hums against crotch. The fabric - her red tights and rose gold satin panties - his forest green cotton boxer briefs and open edges of his flies - layers and bunches between them all friction and heat as their hips roll and rub and lift and push into each other - all hot and tight and close… so close… so so close… and hot and held… oh so hot and held and close…. So hot and so rubbing and so held and so tight and so close… oh so close… so close…
And their lips rub and their crotches rub and Penelope's hands find their way down his back… down his back and slip… slip beneath the waistband of his pants… slip… slip beneath the waistband of his green cotton boxer briefs… slip till they are sandwiched too between fabric and hot flesh… hot smooth flesh… she cups his ass cheeks… pulling him grindingly closer… sweetly rubbingly closer…. Pulling him down… lifting… grinding her hips up…. Round and round and up and in and … so close… so close… so so so close… close…
And yet they kiss. They kiss deep and achingly… saying sweet-nothings with their tongues… bonding through their breath… tasting the truth… and they kiss…oh yes… they kiss… their lips in the shapes of i-love-yous… oh yes they kiss…
…and touch.and push and breathe… with mouth…with cloth covered crotch… and they are circling… circling… so close… so close… so many kisses… so much touch and rub and strength between them…
And now their breathing changes …. And they can't help it… each breath is a sharp short pull through their noses… a nasal panting that starts to climb and hitch… and now their clothed crotches are thrusting… jousting… and Penelope is cupping his ass tighter - pulling - pulling him closer… closer oh so closer… with each thrust…. each thrust…
Their kiss never breaks but it becomes frantic. And they are bucking…bucking… and then their bodies are paroxysm of pleasure - wracked with tiny jerky perfectly attuned thrusts… over and over and over and over… and tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter…
And yet still…still..still…they kiss…
and he sucks her tongue hard and tight and fast….
…And she bends into it… her head rolling back into the mattress… her mouth his… her throat taut…
…and his fingers white knuckle the sheets and…so close so close so close…
And..and…and…oh and…. OH PLEASE….
Why aren't they there?
Why aren't they through?
Why aren't they….?
And now they both hold their breaths and push… push with every. single. little. thing. they. have. ..every. little. thing. they. ARE… shudderingly close…so shudderingly close…
And they will never survive.
They will never make it.
It is hell.
It is heaven.
It is hanging taught and tight…
Taught and tight…
Taught.
Tight.
Tight.
Tight.
Tight…
And then it BREAKS and they are THERE.
Luke's boxers catch his cum - soaking - mingling with the juices that are plastered to him through her sopping panties and tights.
And now - both finally and far too soon -the kiss stops. And they gasp in air - as all explodes and sweet relief flood their bodies and their eyes catch and then close.
And Luke brings their foreheads together.
And they just are.
They just be.
And…
And…
…they just breathe.
In and out.
Out and in.
And they are there.
Messily. Perfectly. Eternally. There.
Together.