Height Difference / Bondage

He's sick of her running away when they get close. Enough is enough. It's time to bring out the rope.

Three times it's happened now; three times they've gotten close and she's run away. Lust and fear in her eyes simultaneously. He didn't understand why she was scared. She flirted back, gave as good as he got, and to top it off, he heard her telling JJ that she liked him. So why was she denying them both the one thing they wanted - needed?

The first time they were sat in her office looking over surveillance footage, trying to see if there were any clues for them. Young men all over New York were being kidnapped and murdered. They needed to put a stop to it soon. It wasn't sexual, it wasn't erotic. But when she looked away when the man was dragged down the alley, Luke moved forward and placed his hand on her knee.

"I can do this by myself," he told her. He knew how the cases got to her. "You can go and get a coffee or something."

It took her a moment to respond.

"No - I want to help." She raised her eyes to meet his and he could see the anguish in them.

Doing something he had never done before, Luke wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, sliding out of his chair slightly to comfort her.

"We'll get him, Garcia. I promise."

She sniffed, nodded and then raised her head, a smile on her face. But it didn't quite reach her eyes.

She opened her mouth as if to say something and Luke's eyes zeroed in on her pink pouty lips.

It didn't escape Garcia's notice and she pulled her lip into her mouth, watching Luke the whole time.

His eyes met hers again they both leaned forward. Closer and closer until Garcia gasped and sat up, bolting away from Luke as if she had been hit by a bolt of lightning.

She was stuttering and murmuring and Luke really couldn't make out what she was saying. Her face was red and her mouth was running at a mile a minute.

"I have to go," she stuttered out. Her hands shaking as she opened the door to her dark office and fled into the hallway, her heels making a loud click noise as she walked away from him.

The second time was after hours at work. Luke had been finishing up a case file and his computer decided to crash. He didn't get the blue screen of death but nothing worked. He tried clicking every button available and in the end even resorted to turning the computer off and on again… except it never came back on. The screen stayed blank. He cursed and headed down the hall to see if Garcia was still working.

Thankfully she was in her office, emailing someone when he knocked and entered. He explained to her what had happened and she rolled her eyes, pulled something from her desk drawer and followed him to his desk.

"Step aside, Newbie," she told him before she gracefully got on the floor and pulled the tower out from under the desk, opening up the little pouch she had brought with her.

In no time at all she had the casing off and was looking through the wires, fingers running over electrical items that Luke had no hope of ever knowing what they did or what they were called.

"Can you go into my office, Newbie and behind the door on the filing cabinet you'll find a green can - get it for me."

Luke complied without a word and found the can easily, passing it to her on the floor.

She shook it a few times, removed the cap and then sprayed whatever was in the can (he now knew it was air) into the tower. Luke watched as dirt and dust came flying out.

"It was just dusty and got too hot." She began to put the outer casing back on and reassemble the tower. "Give it twenty minutes to cool down and you should be good to go. Or just wait until morning." Packing her things away she placed the pouch on his desk and scooted out, hands on the floor ready to push herself up.

But Luke was a gentleman, his mother had raised him right. He offered his hand out to her with a kind smile… and to his surprise (but not his displeasure) she took it.

Luke pulled her to her feet and she stumbled slightly, swaying into him. Luke caught her easily, wrapping his arms around her waist to steady her. Once again they both leaned forward as if to kiss and once again, Luke was denied the one thing he really wanted. As quickly as Penelope had leaned in, she pulled back, leaning as far away from Luke as her arms would allow.

He didn't let her go right away. He couldn't. At least he couldn't until he saw the fear in her eyes. Her blue eyes were wide open, a tremor on her lips. She was scared. Luke dropped his arms slowly from around her waist and watched as she took a calming breath.

"Thank you," she whispered, barely audible before turning and walking away from him for the second time.

The third time occurred only last week. This case had been a particularly bad one. A toddler was involved. A girl of just five years. She's been kidnapped by her father and due to the father's mental health, they were sure he was going to commit a suicide-murder. Finding her was of the utmost importance.

They'd flow out to Missouri and he and Garcia had been holed up in a hotel room trying to track the father. Garcia had got a hit on a CCTV camera and had managed to track him to a private lodge not far from where the team where. She'd pulled up the lodge's live security camera feed to see the father outside the cabin holding a gun. It's had been all hands on deck from there onwards.

Garcia and Luke had listened nervously over their earpieces as the team rushed to the location, both of them holding their breath and praying for the best outcome.

They'd watched as the father retreated back inside. 10 minutes later the team got there and entered only for two gunshots to be heard.

After what felt like an eternity, Garcia and Luke heard that the little girl was safe and the father had fired one shot so Prentiss had disarmed him with a shot to the leg. He'd live and get the treatment he needed. His little girl was returned to her grief-stricken mother.

Both he and Garcia had shot up from the bed and she had thrown her arms around, holding him close and she breathed against his neck and tears fell from her eyes. Her job never usually ended like this.

Luke had wrapped his arms around her and held her close, loving the heat radiating from her body.

As they pulled back and she beamed at him, Luke leaned in, not wanting another opportunity to go to waste. She didn't move and Luke thanked his lucky stars. They were millimetres away from each other's mouths when Rossi's voice came over their earpieces loud and clear.

"Garcia, Alvez do you copy?"

Garcia jumped back from Luke, stepping out of his arms as blood rushed to her cheeks and she fumbled with her hands, smoothing down her skirt and avoiding all eye contact.

Each time he had come so close only to be denied what he knew they both wanted. No more. He had a plan – and it involved rope.

Luke patted his bulging back pocket to make sure that the length of rope he had was still tucked in there. It wasn't the most ideal place for it but it would work for now.

Everyone else in the office had left and it was just him. Garcia was in her own office upgrading some drivers or something (he really didn't speak tech).

Nervously, because yes he was nervous (what he had planned had the ability to ruin their friendship but he couldn't stand it anymore), he knocked on her door. Three sharp raps before he heard her call out and he entered.

"What do want, Newbie?" she questioned, only turning away from her computer slightly. "I'm busy right now."

"I just wanted to talk."

"Well talk." She wasn't paying him any attention. The computer in front of her was whirring away and she also had her laptop out on the side, multiple documents and files open across the screen.

Luke walked slowly behind her, grateful that his years in the rangers had taught him to walk silently. He pulled the rope out from his pocket and held it in his right hand.

When Garcia withdrew her right hand from the keyboard and rested in on the armrest of her computer chair he sprung into action. Leaping forward, he pinned her hand down with his left, using his right to wrap the rope around her wrist and secure it.

"What the hell are you doing?" Garcia fought against him trying to dislodge her wrist from the rope. Big mistake. She exposed her other hand and Luke used this opportunity to wrap the rope around her left wrist, tying that too to the chair.

"You asshole! Let me go right now or I will scream," she threatened.

"Go on then," Luke said as he dragged a chair from the corner of her office and brought it in front of her. He sat on it and grinned at her. "There's no here. It's just you and me – and to be honest, I don't think you'd scream anyway."

"Why?"

"Because you want this as much as I do."

Garcia's face flamed and she got angry. "I want to be tied to a chair? Who wants to be tied to a chair and held prisoner in their own office?" He loved that she was a spitfire.

"You do," Luke retorted back. "Because I'm going to kiss you and you've wanted to kiss me for months."

Garcia's mouth opened and closed a few times before she finally found the words she wanted to say. "I have not wanted to kiss you!" she insisted rather indignantly.

"Yes, you have. You told JJ you liked me and you couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss me." Garcia's eyes went wide when she realised, he had heard that conversation. "Well don't worry, Penelope. You don't have to wait any longer."

With that, Luke placed both hands on her face and leaned forward, sealing their lips together.

Garcia didn't move. She didn't kiss him back. She didn't close her eyes and she didn't even breath. When Luke pulled back he opened his eyes and took in her face. She was staring at him, an unreadable expression on her face.

Luke resisted the urge to apologise, to tell her he was sorry and he should never have done it. They needed this.

After a few moments of silence, Garcia found her voice.

"Kiss me again," she demanded and Luke surged forward, his lips locking onto hers once more.

This time she did respond. She kissed him back, her lips pushing against his as she pulled against the ropes on her wrist to get as close to him as possible.

Their kisses changed and became more passionate, tongues seeking out tongues and breathy moans escaping lips. Luke found himself moving from her mouth and down her neck, sucking the soft flesh into his mouth as Garcia moaned against his head, her own lips pressing frantic kisses to his forehead.

Luke kissed his way back up her neck and to her lips, moaning against her as his erection strained against his jeans. "I've wanted this for a long time."

Garcia nodded against his lips. "Me too, Newbie. Me too."

"You can call me Luke."

She giggled. "I prefer Newbie."

His hands caressed her face and his eyes stared into hers.

"Why did you run, Penelope?" He needed to know.

She answered him immediately. "The way I feel about you scares me. It was so sudden and consuming. I didn't know what to do."

He gave her a small smile and leaned forward, kissing her again. "Do you know what to do now?"

Garcia smiled. "I know exactly what to do now." She leaned forward and reconnected their lips, slanting her mouth over his, her tongue pressing into his mouth.

Luke couldn't resist allowed his hands to trail down her face and her neck, his fingertips skimming the skin of her shoulders before the swept further down and lightly fondled her breasts through her thin dress.

Garcia moaned into his mouth and he smiled, rubbing them harder, his fingers finding her nipples easily, the two peaks straining against the material. He pinched them between his forefinger and thumb, rolling the nub. He pulled away from her and bent his head, sucking one of the tips into his mouth, dress included, the rough material providing a delightfully rough surface against such a delicate piece of skin.

"Newbie," she moaned, her eyes closed once more as she revelled in the sensations coursing through her body. Her thighs were rubbing together, trying to create some friction and ease the throbbing occurring in between her legs.

Luke smiled and took the other cloth-covered nipple in his mouth, wet marks left on the side of her dress where he had just been.

As her thighs rubbed together harder Luke decided he needed to do something about it, dropped one hand from her waist and let it glide down her body until his fingers touched her bare knee.

His fingers tickled the skin. Light touches and caresses, going up and up until he reached the edge of her underwear.

Luke returned his mouth to hers and kissed her hard. "Is this what you want?" he asked roughly.

She nodded. "Yes – Yes!"

His fingers crept under her underwear (he was sure they were lace) and wove through her curls, stroking the sensitive skin. They cruised through her wet folds and found her swollen nub with ease.

A gentle press was all it took for Garcia to throw her head back and keen out in pleasure, eyes closed tightly, bottom lip sucked into her mouth and the muscle in her neck straining as she lost herself to him.

Luke's fingers slid down from her nub and gently probed her entrance; she was slick with need. Carefully, he inserted one finger. His erection grew harder at the subsequent moan she let out, her hips rolling towards him as she pulled him deeper, moisture sliding down his hand in the most pleasurable way.

"More," she begged, her pussy clenching around him.

Luke was a gentleman and so obliged, giving her another finger and curling them upwards, sliding against her walls before he slowly drew them out, teasing her.

His lips found their way to her neck and he sucked her beautiful skin into his neck. He was determined to leave a mark she would find hard to cover up.

"Oh," Garcia moaned. Her pussy was rhythmically tightening around his fingers and he could only imagine what it would feel like when it was his cock instead.

"Are you going to cum?" Luke asked against her skin. "Are you going to cum all over my hand and make a mess?"

Garcia could only moan in response.

His thumb pressed down on her clit and moved it from side to side.

"When you cum, I'm going to lick it off my hand and then use it to lube my cock up." His hand increased his speed. "And them I'm going to slide into you." His mouth kissed its way up to her ear and he bit down on the lobe. "It'll be easy because you're just so wet." Instead of moving his hand in and out, Luke twisted his wrist slightly and pistoned his hand up and down creating the most erotic wet flesh noises he had ever heard. "Listen to that, Garcia; listen to how wet you are."

"Ah!" she cried at the sounds and in only a matter of seconds, she was cumming over his hand. Her pussy clamped down on his appendage and she threw her head back and screamed out her pleasure, her entire body tingling with the afterglow of an orgasm.

Luke leaned forward and kissed her, his hand still buried inside her.

When he pulled back she was breathless.

"Now Newbie,' she panted out "Untie me and I'll show you exactly what I want to do to you." The glint in her eye made his erection throb. "And don't get rid of the rope – I'm going to use it on you next."

Oh boy.