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Free Day

Luke sees Penelope's scar for the first time.

Penelope and Luke stumbled into her apartment. Hands and lips were everywhere.

They wanted each other so badly.

She turned and he kissed her neck, making her giggle.

She led him to the bedroom, their steps uncoordinated.

Penelope pushed him down in front of her and straddled him, her creamy thighs covering his jean-clad legs as she grasped his face in her hands and kissed him hard.

This was the release of months worth of sexual tension. Months and months of having to work together and not touch each other.

But now they could.

Luke's hands grasped the back of her thighs as they kissed and they moaned together.

She pushed on his shoulders and he fell back on the bed, bringing her with him as he didn't want an inch of space between them.

Her hands ran down his chest and she began to undo the buttons of his shirt. He was always dressed smartly, always ready for whatever was thrown at him. And he was always there for her. Even when she thought she didn't need someone, he was there, hovering in the background, close but far enough away to allow her some space.

When his shirt was unbuttoned and untucked from his jeans, she ran her hands over the planes of his chest, feeling the ridges of his muscles underneath her fingertips.

Luke sat up, bringing Penelope with him and began to pull her dress up.

Reluctantly, he pulled his lips away from hers so he could pull the dress completely over her head and when he did, he took a second to look at her beautiful skin.

His eyes trailed down her body, starting at her face. Her chocolate brown eyes were framed by ruby red glasses, the same colour as her lips. Her neck was adorned with a garish lime green beaded necklace that she somehow made work. It lead straight to her high breasts, her blue bra framing them beautifully.

As his eyes travelled lower, Luke came across a marred piece of skin and he couldn't help but stare at it. His right hand reached out and his forefinger ran over the raised skin.

"Was this where he shot you?" Luke raised his eyes to hers.

"Yeah," she breathed.

The scar was about two inches long and went down from just under her breasts. It wasn't very wide but it was still noticeable.

"They had to dig around and find the bullet." She quietly said. "That's why the scar is so big."

He knew the story; they'd spoken about it on their fifth date.

Without saying anything, Luke bent down and kissed the scar, letting his lips linger.

Raising his head, he looked into her eyes. "I think it makes you more beautiful."

A blush covered her cheeks and he smiled.

Her fingers stroked over his face.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you, Luke Alvez."

"I should be saying that to you," he murmured before he kissed her again, locking his arms around her waist and spinning them so she was now the one on the bottom.

Now that Luke was on top, it gave Penelope the perfect chance to slide the shirt he had been wearing completely off him.

When it was dangling around his wrists, he pulled back slightly, tossed it across the room and resumed his position, on top of her, kissing her like his life depended on it.

Her hands found his back and ran up and down, creating a delicious heat that spread through his bones.

When they passed down his back, she let her hands slip lower, fondling his delectable ass through his jeans.

He grinned against her lips.

Her hand slipped under his jeans and boxers, tickling the bare skin of his ass with her fingers.

"I quite like this part of you," she told him.

"It's alright," he responded. "I like your ass too."

They kissed again and Penelope took her hands out of her jeans and brought them to the front of the stiff material.

She undid the button and slowly pulled the zipper down.

Luke pulled back from her and sat on his knees as she leaned forward and pulled his jeans down, followed by his boxers.

She could only pull them to his knees before he stood from the bed and kicked them the rest of the way off.

Penelope bit her lip and took his beautiful body in. Caramel skin was covered in ridges of muscle that made her want to run her tongue all over him. He stood tall and proud, his shoulders large and his erection bulging.

Why had it taken then so long to get here?

Luke grabbed his jeans from the floor and pulled out his wallet, taking a condom out and then dropping everything bar the condom down. He ripped the packet open and then rolled the prophylactic onto his cock.

He kneeled back on the bed and crawled over to her, grasping her ankle in one hand he kissed his way up her legs, laving at the skin with his tongue as he moaned underneath him, her fingers threading through his hair.

He worked his way up one leg and stopped just short of the promise land, moving to the other and starting again.

Above him, Penelope groaned - he wasn't sure if it was in pleasure or frustration.

After he had worked his way up her leg, he was face to face with a pair of light pink underwear. He hooked his fingers into the sides and slid them down her legs, marvelling at the smoothness of her skin once more.

When her underwear was on the floor, Luke spread her thighs and focused on the task in hand.

"Take your bra off," he whispered against her thigh. "I want to see your breasts."

With minimal movement, Penelope did just as he asked and when he saw it go flying over his head, he grinned.

His forefinger reached out and with a feather-light touch, he gently ran it over her clit.

"Luke," she sighed. He looked up to see her head thrown back, one hand grasping the bedsheet next to her head and the other resting on her beast.

He touched her again but with more force.

This time her back arched.

He rested his head against her thigh and watched as his finger moved lower and then disappeared inside her folds.

"Ah!" she cried, the muscles in her legs going solid as her toes clenched and she took his finger inside her.

If this is what it felt like to have his finger inside her, he couldn't wait to bury his cock to the hilt.

When he curled his finger her hands on her breast pinched her nipple and the sweetest sounds fell from her lips.

He pushed her closer to the edge, toying with her until he couldn't take it anymore and his erection was pressing painfully into he bed, his own hips lightly circling to try and provide himself with some much-needed friction.

He turned his head and sucked the flesh of her thigh into his mouth before releasing it with a pop. He pulled his finger out from her and sucked the digit into his mouth.

"Luke," Penelope began breathlessly. "I want you."

"I'm here," he reassured her, climbing up her body and laying on top of her, one hand next to her head and the other next to her hip.

He kissed her deeply, his erection probing into her thigh.

"Do you want this?" he asked.

Penelope didn't answer straight away. Instead, she reached between them and took his cock in her hands and rubbed it against the wetness of her folds.

"What do you think?"

He chuckled and kissed her, pulling back when she rather unexpectedly pushed him inside her.

"Jesus," he moaned, giving himself a minute.

Beneath him, Penelope giggled and kissed his neck. Her hands ran up and down his back, locking onto his neck and holding him to her.

Luke turned his head and found her lips.

As he kissed her, he began to thrust, his hips finding and easy rhythm and hers matching his.

Together they moved, finding pleasure in each other. His cock stretched her walls and her body sucked him in.

Her clit throbbed and her breasts tingled, the tips of her nipples feeling particularly warm.

His cock ached and a ball of fire started in the pit of his belly and travelled lower.

"I'm close," he whispered into her ear.

"Me too," she whimpered. "So close."

Luke rested his forehead against hers and glanced down, her swaying breasts catching his attention.

He wanted a taste.

Luke pulled his head from hers and bent down slightly. He took a rosy nipple into his mouth and sucked on the hardened peak, swirling his tongue around the ridge until her hips lost their rhythm and she bucked up, sending him deeper.

"Ah!" she cried as her orgasm hit her, rolling over her in waves and making her whole body spasm.

Four thrusts later and he was done for. His orgasm hit him like a brick wall and his whole body froze as raw heat ran through him and rendered him immobile.

After his cock had spurted inside her, he rolled off, not an inch of strength left in his body.

He removed the condom from his now softening cock, wrapped in a tissue and placed it on the side (he would deal with it later).

Reaching down between them, he took her hand in his and brought it up to his lips.

Penelope turned to him and grinned.

"Not bad, Newbie. Not bad."

Luke just laughed.

Thank you so much to mediafanatic51 for the idea and thank you all for sticking with me through this long journey. It's only been six months! But we got here.