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Body Worship / Blow Job

Penelope Garcia never considered herself to be beautiful. She never fit the standard conventions for it. Enter Luke Alvez, determined to show her that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes.

Penelope stood in front of her full-length mirror, completely naked, and scrutinised her body.

It was lumpy, bumpy and covered in stretch marks, from her arms to her breasts.

She ran a hand across the skin of her stomach and in an act of malice, grabbed her flab. She shook it as if it would magic it away.

Not wanting to spend another moment looking at herself she grabbed her robe from the bed and pulled it over her body.

Just in time too as the doorbell to her flat rang out.

She checked the time on the clock on the wall and smiled. It was her boyfriend - on time as always with their Saturday morning breakfast.

Coffee and a bacon sandwich for him and a hot chocolate and yoghurt parfait for her.

She opened the door and he greeted her with a smile and a kiss.

"Did you just get out of the shower or have you experienced a flood?" he teased, gently tugging on the end of her damp hair as he entered.

"Neither - I went swimming with dolphins." Her eyes sparkled and he gave her a grin, both of them starting their usual weekend routine.

He'd go and get the cutlery and crockery for them whilst she got the tomato ketchup out the fridge for him to have.

They'd meet at the table, unpack their breakfast and eat together, both of them discussing mundane topics like the weather. It was nice to talk about simple things for once. All week Penelope's mind was filled with the most violent and hateful acts that occurred in the world. Two days a week she had the chance to switch off and forget about it.

As they ate, Penelope looked at the table. Her appetite had left her. She could see her flabby thighs. The lumps even more exaggerated now that they were squashed together.

"What's wrong?" Luke asked, noticing the change in his girlfriend immediately.

"Nothing," Penelope responded, pressing her lips together in a tight smile.

He saw right through it. "Don't lie to me - I'm the person you come to when you need someone, remember?"

She pushed her breakfast around her pot and then conceded.

"I don't like the way I look."

Luke's brow furrowed.

"I'm not… beautiful. I don't look like other women."

She dropped her hands in her laps and focused on the floor.

She heard Luke put his sandwich down and the shuffling of his chair as he pushed it back and stood.

Then, he was in front of her, kneeling down and lifting her head to look at him.

"I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, Penelope Garcia." He gave her a smile. "I worship the ground you walk on."

His words made her smile but she didn't feel any better.

"Tell me what you don't like."

"My body."

"Be more specific."

Penelope felt herself getting embarrassed, her face flushed.

"Don't be ridiculous," she chided.

"I'm not," he insisted. "I want to see what you don't like about your body and then I'm going to show you why I disagree."

She looked at him, not really understanding what he was getting at, but she decided to indulge him anyway.

"I'm fat. My ankles are fat, my thighs are fat, my stomach is fat - the only good side is it's given me huge breasts!"

Luke looked down at the floor and then sat back on his haunches, picking up one of Garcia's bare feet and placing it on his thighs.

His fingers wound around her ankle and stroked at the soft skin.

"These are the most beautiful ankles I have ever seen in my life." She rolled her eyes but the action didn't deter him. "When I see these, all dressed up in those strappy heels I could get onto my knees and kiss them. They look so sexy with the straps wrapped around them." His fingers traced the exact position where the straps of her heels would go. It sent chills up her spine. "Do you have any idea how torturous it has been seeing you wear heels every day and not being able to do anything about it?"

She shook her head.

"It's been hell, Chica. And when you wore those yellow heels, you are so lucky I didn't take you over my desk at the BAU." His words brought a different kind of blush to her face.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her feet.

His hand slid up the back of her calves, behind her knees and stopped at her thighs. He parted them and moved in between them, his large hands grasping at the flesh.

"Ask me what I love about these."

"Wh-what do you love about my thighs?" Penelope asked in a shaky voice, her eyes closing and then opening to watch Luke.

"I love how they taste." He ran his tongue across the flesh of her left thigh, leaving goose flesh in his wake. "I love how the jiggle when I pound into you," he whispered against her right thigh. "I love it when they wrap around my head." He moved closer and lifted her thighs over his shoulders, moving impossible closer to her bare lips. "And I love them because they lead to one of my favourite places on your body." He gave her one long lick, flicking her clit as he did and causing Penelope to grasp onto the table as her body was suddenly set on fire.

As quickly as he started, he stopped. Luke pulled his head from between her thighs and let them fall to the floor. He undid the tie on her robe and parted it to reveal the rest of her to him.

He pressed his lips against her stomach and when she tried to pull back, his hands came around her waist and held her still. "I don't care about this, Penny. It doesn't matter to me how much you weigh."

When she looked in his eyes she could only see honesty… and desire.

He raised himself up, pressing kisses to each of her nipples before they were finally at eye level.

"I love your body Penelope and I love you. I don't care how to look because it doesn't matter to me." He pushed her hair behind her ears. "You are and will always be the most beautiful woman in my life…" He paused and furrowed his brow. "Unless my mom asks - then it's her." His words made her tear up and giggle at the same time.

He kissed her and then wiggled his eyebrows before dropping himself down again and resuming his earlier position; her thighs over his shoulders and his face buried between her thighs.

"What are you doing?" Penelope asked in a shaky voice, hand grasping at the table once more as the other grasped at the chair beneath her.

"I'm worshipping you," he mumbled, taking her clit into his mouth and gently using a finger to open her up to him.

Penelope closed her eyes and let the pleasure wash over.

If Luke kept up what he was doing maybe she could learn to love her body.

PSA: Every body is beautiful, every shape, size and colour.