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Spit Roast / Fear

For a second she heard nothing, nobody answered and then the line went dead.

Penelope pulled Esther into the hospital car park and bolted from the car the second she had stopped. She didn't even pause to see if she parked properly, she just needed to get inside.

Running into the reception she got to the desk and tried to talk, but her tongue was all twisted and her mind blurred.

"Garcia." She turned around and saw Emily stood next to the elevator, some stitches on her forehead and a nasty looking bruise starting to form over her cheek.

"Emily - what happened?" She turned and ran to her friend, struggling to keep everything together. She felt so sick and scared.

"It was an ambush. We didn't realise that many would be there."

"And Luke - what about Luke?"

She had been on the line to them, walking them through the mapping of a building when she had heard the first shot and then Luke shout. She had heard nothing and then the line went dead. The connection completely severed. Reid and JJ had run to his location before their connection was cut too.

It had sent fear right through her core, her body turning cold as she began to dial for the police and an ambulance.

Seconds later Rossi had come through. The team had been ambushed by some members of a gang they had been tracking. They'd started a shootout when Luke entered and he'd got hit. Twice.

That's all she had heard before he brain shut off and the panic set in.

"He's in surgery," Prentiss began. "One bullet went into his shoulder and the other went into his thigh."

That was good, no major organs.

"The doctors need to get the bullets out but they don't think there is too much damage."

Penelope nodded and breathed deeply, tears forming in her eyes as Prentiss rushed forward and took her into her arms.

"He's going to be alright, P."

It was any hours later and Penelope had yet to move from Luke's bedside. He'd come out of surgery and the doctors told her it has been a success. He would need some physical therapy, not much and it was mainly to help with the soreness he'd feel. He would still have full use of his arm and leg and they expected him to make a full recovery.

She was thankful but still scared.

She heard a groan and with bated breath, she watched as Luke opened his eyes, his pupils dilated as he glanced around the room.

"Hey you," he whispered, voice hoarse as he reached out a hand to grab hers.

"Hi," she said back, tears welling up in her eyes.

He was awake. He was going to be alright.

Three days later and Luke was still in the hospital and getting restless.

"When I was in the field I was never kept in for this long!" he groaned, leaning back against his propped up pillows.

"The doctors just want to make sure that you're doing okay," Penelope said as she tried to placate him. He didn't do well with being cooped up.

"I told them I was."

"Be patient!" She reached over and patted his hand.

He lolled his head to the side and groaned whilst she shook her head and smiled.

Silence fell over the room before Luke got a wicked grin on his face.

"Do you know what might help?"

"What?"

"If you were to climb up here," he patted his lap and wiggled his eyebrows.

"No!" Penelope said. "We are not having sex in your hospital bed!"

"Why not?"

"Do I really need to list the reasons?"

"Humour me."

She sighed. "One - it's a hospital bed, you're in there for a reason. Two - you were shot and I don't want your stitches to open up. Three - how can you be turned on at a time like this?"

Luke smiled. "One - it's a hospital bed, but it's a bed. Two - my stitches won't open up if you're on top, and if they do, it would be so worth it. Three - you're sat in front of me wearing that blue dress that like and…" He titled his head down. "If I angle my head just right, I have a glorious view of your cleavage."

Penelope was speechless.

"Come on, P - I know you want me."

She couldn't deny that. So she just coughed and shifted in her seat.

"And I want you." Luke pulled back the covers to reveal a prominent bulge in his grey sweat pants. "Badly."

Her mouth went dry.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," he promised.

She stared longingly at his cock.

"If you don't climb up here right now, I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands." As he spoke, his hand drifted below his sweats and he palmed at his throbbing cock.

She let out a moan and got to her feet (much to Luke's delight).

She went over to the door and made sure it was locked before turning back to him and slowly stripping herself of her clothes.

Her dress was the first to go, Luke's hungry eyes taking in the white lace bra that was underneath. That went next and when it fell to the floor and he breasts were exposed he could have fist pumped with joy.

Next, Penelope removed her shoes, leaving them neatly at his bedside before she stepped out of her now soaking underwear, smirking as she dropped them to the floor.

She placed her hands on either side of his hips, hooking her hands into her sweats as he lifted himself off the bed, allowing her to slip the sweats down his legs.

Luke watched as she eagerly straddled him.

"You'll let me know if I hurt you?"

"You won't," he told her again, grasping her neck in his hand before he pulled her in for a deep kiss.

They both moaned at the contact.

Penelope wasted no time and sunk herself down onto his waiting cock, prompting another moan from them both.

She rested her forehead against him.

"Are you alright?"

He wrapped his good arm around her. "I'm perfect."

Penelope began to move, slowly and Luke watched with delight as she rose off his cock and then sunk back down.

"I was so scared," she moaned above him. "When you didn't respond I thought… I thought the worse!"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he breathed into her neck.

"But you're here," she breathed. "You're here and I'm here."

He nodded against her in desperation, agreeing with her words.

"Oh…" she moaned and when her fingers dug into his neck, he knew she was close.

Using her injured arm, he bought it in between them and pressed down on her tiny bundle of nerves that was nestled beneath her sweet curls.

"Cum for me," he urged. "Cum for me right now!"

The feel of his fingers against her, his cock inside her and his words on her throat proved too much and with a shudder that racked her whole body, she came.

That was what pushed Luke over the edge. The way her walls fluttered against him so perfectly, the way her nipples were pointed and taut, and her face as her orgasm hit.

His balls drew up tight against his body and he released deep inside her, cumming with a loud groan.

As they came down together, their breathing even out and they relaxed against one another.

"Are you alright?" Penelope asked.

Luke placed both his hands on her face and looked her straight in the eye. "I'm fine."

And he was.