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Overstimulation / Teasing

Hate turned to teasing.

"Will you shut up?" Garcia seethed as she tried to get on with her work.

"I'm not doing anything!" Luke retorted.

"Yes, you are! You're talking rubbish whilst I'm trying to work."

"Talking rubbish? I'm talking about the human body."

"You're talking about how toes are small fingers - that's rubbish!"

Penelope Garcia was sat opposite Luke Alvez and she was sure that steam was coming out of her ears.

Her office had developed a leak over the weekend and as a result, she was sharing an office space with Alvez. A desk had been pushed up against his and her tech equipment - that which hadn't been ruined by the water - had been set up.

Technically, she was also sharing the space with Rossi, JJ and Simmons but she was closest Luke and he was the one who was annoying the hell out of her.

"I'm making conversation," Luke stated matter-of-factly.

"Making conversation is asking what people did on the weekend or how they like their coffee - not talking about toes as fingers."

"Alright - what did you do this weekend, Garcia? Share anymore fingering techniques?" She lifted her eyes from her laptop screen and saw Luke waggling his eyebrows at her. He was baiting her with a reminder from their first every conversation.

"I had a quiet weekend, thank you and no - I didn't work on my fingering techniques." Her teeth were gritted and she tried to remember her breathing exercises to stay calm.

He was quiet for a moment and then opened his mouth, much to Penelope's chagrin, one more.

"I've said toes are small fingers, but maybe fingers are long toes?"

"That's it!" she shouted. Penelope stood from her desk, grabbed her notebook and her laptop and left with a huff, stomping through the office until she got to their usual meeting room.

As she walked down the corridor, she could hear him laughing.

"Asshole," she mumbled under her breath.

"What is wrong with you?" Penelope asked as she stood in front of Luke outside the nightclub with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Me - what are you talking about?" Luke stood in front of her, his own arms crossed over his chest as he stared back at her.

"Being all aggressive and mean in there."

"Aggressive? Mean?" Luke scoffed and shook his head. "That bozo wouldn't leave you alone - I was making sure that you were safe."

"I don't need you to make sure I'm safe." Penelope lowered her voice for the next bit. "I'm part of the FBI - I can take care of myself."

"You work in the tech department - that's hardly on the front line!"

"I know how to shoot a gun!"

"But you're not carrying one and you're hardly going to shoot one in a nightclub!"

Their voices were both raised and both were getting angrier by the second.

"You were being mean to him," Penelope said in a quieter voice.

"He wasn't taking the hint that you weren't interested," Luke responded.

"That doesn't mean you need to jump in and protect me!" Penelope's calm demeanour had disappeared and once more she was angry.

"Oh, okay - I'm sorry for trying to be a gentleman!" Luke threw his hands up in the air and looked at the infuriating women in front of him. Didn't she understand that he was just trying to protect her?

"You weren't being a gentleman!" Penelope shouted back before storming off and back towards the club.

Luke followed her and stood next to her as she ordered an Uber on her phone.

"What are you doing?" she asked angrily as she wrapped her arms around herself to stop the chill from the night getting to her.

"I'm waiting for your Uber with you to make sure that you get in safely."

"I don't need protection!"

"Well, you've got it!" Luke shouted at her, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath.

The two stood next to each other and when her Uber pulled up, Luke opened the door for her before slamming it shut behind her.

"Have a safe trip!" he told her through the glass, waiting until the car was out of sight before he began the walk home.

God, she was infuriating.

Luke raised his hand to knock on the door to Penelope's newly renovated office but stopped short when he heard what sounded like crying coming from inside.

Luke knocked gently and then walked in, not waiting to be invited in.

Penelope was sat on her chair, glasses in one hand and a tissue in another as she cried, fresh tear tracks down her face.

"Hey," Luke called softly. "What's going on?"

Penelope obviously hadn't heard him come in and jumped at his voice.

"I- I didn't hear you," she whimpered, turning away from him and wiping her eyes with the tissue.

"What's wrong?" Luke asked, pulling up a spare chair from the side and sitting close to her.

"It doesn't matter."

"You're obviously upset, so it does matter."

Penelope shook her head once again.

Trying to lighten the mood, Luke made a joke. "Did one of your sparkly pens break?"

"Don't!" Penelope cried. "Don't tease me, not now."

Without thinking, Luke wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close. "It's alright, it's alright." He cooed. He used his free hand to grab a second tissue from the box and use it to dab her tears away.

Penelope cried on his shoulder and Luke comforted her as best he could; making soothing noises, dabbing her tears away and gently stroking her arm.

Once her tears had dried and she calmed down, Penelope turned to Luke. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?"

She nodded. "It's this case - I feel like if we got involved sooner we could have saved more people."

"You can't think like that," he told her. "If you thought like that about every case you'd always be upset. You need to look at the people we saved."

She knew he was right. "I know - I just get upset sometimes."

"It's because you're such a caring person."

Luke and Penelope stared at each other for a few seconds before she grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him on the lips, stunning him.

When she pulled back, Luke didn't move.

"Are you going to say something?" she asked cautiously.

Luke shook his head and then leaned in and kissed her, halting all conversation there and then.

The cab ride back to her apartment felt too short. She had one hand in his hair and the other under his top, feeling the hard muscles that lay hidden. He had one arm wrapped around her waist and the other on her knee, teasing circles on her bare skin.

She got out first and he eagerly followed, throwing some money at the cab driver although most of his attention was on the curvy body in front of him.

She led him up the steps and into her apartment, unlocking the door with ease.

Once inside, she pulled him close and kissed him again, both of them falling onto the couch.

Their kisses were feverish and it wasn't long before Penelope had taken his top off and was freely exploring his chest with her hands.

They skimmed over his pecks, pinched his nipples and scratched at his abs.

Luke groaned and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of having her touching him.

Her hand skimmed lower and she pulled the zipper down on his jeans, snaking her hand into his underwear with ease.

She grasped his cock in her hand and moved it up and down, rubbing her thumb over the tip.

"God," he gasped, looking down to see exactly what she was doing to his cock.

Her lips moved to his ear and she sucked his lobe into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the flesh.

"Do you like that?"

Luke could only nod and gasp.

Her hand tightened and she twisted her hand up and down his cock. She increased her speed and tightened her grip, earning a groan from Luke.

"Are you going to cum?"

Again, Luke was only able to gasp and nod.

He felt Penelope smile against his lobe.

"Good," she kissed his ear and then the side of his cheek. "Because then it means it's my turn."

Abruptly, she pulled her hand away from his cock and then laid back against the couch.

Luke opened his eyes, his poor cock weeping in its confines as he stared at Penelope. She lay back against the couch and bit her lip.

He wasted no time and lay down on top of her, griding his member into her hips as he slipped down her body, kissing her as he went.

When he got to her hips, he pushed her dress up to her hips and pulled her underwear down, exposing her pretty pink pussy to his eyes.

"Beautiful," he breathed.

He pressed a kiss to the inside of her left knee and moved slowly up her thigh, dragging his tongue across her creamy skin. Just before he got her pussy, he sucked the flesh of her thigh into his mouth, grinning when Penelope moaned and grasped at his head.

"More," she begged. "More, Luke."

He let her skin fall out of his mouth and moved his face to her pussy. Instead of doing what he knew she desperately wanted him to do, he blew over the flesh, watching with delight as she squirmed above and pulled his head closer to her.

"Patience," he told her. "Good things come to those who wait."

Not leaving her for too long, he kissed her inner knee on her right side before licking back up her inner thigh, once again sucking the skin of her thigh into his mouth, leaving a mark (much like he had done on the other side).

She whined above him and ground her hips into the air.

"Luke…"

He smiled and pressed forward, giving her exactly what she wanted.

When his tongue touched her clit, Penelope all but screamed, her back arching high into the air.

"Yes!"

Luke tongued her clit, swirling his appendage around her swollen bud before flicking the delicate bean from side to side.

"Oh!" Penelope thrashed above him and clawed at his head.

Smirking, Luke pulled his tongue from her clit and gently placed it at her entrance.

"You taste amazing," he moaned into her swollen folds. Penelope preened at his words and jerked her hips towards his mouth.

When her breathing became shallower and her pants came faster, Luke knew she was close.

"Are you going to cum?"

"Yes - yes…" she moaned above him, twisting her hips in desperation.

Using all his strength, Luke pulled his mouth away from her and sat back on his haunches before rising to his full height, dropping his jeans and underwear, exposing his swollen cock.

Penelope stared at him with her mouth open, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

"You told me I had to wait for my orgasm…" Penelope knew what he was getting at. She made him wait for his so she was going to have to wait for hers.

With unprecedented speed, she stood from her place on the couch, dropped her dress from her body, kicked off her heels and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

She placed a hand on his chest and pushed Luke until he stumbled back into the armchair she had.

She straddled him with ease and rested just above his waiting cock. Automatically, Luke's hands went to her waist.

"No more teasing," she told him, bringing herself closer to his member.

"No more teasing," he agreed, shifting his hips upwards and joining them together.