Author's note: A profound if slightly rhyming quickie. Truly short but sweet. Includes sex and brief mentions of CM type violence (death/stalking) when referencing the case.

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Saturday - December 23 - In San Antonio on a Case

Plan: COUPLE AT NIGHT

Days to Friendship: 9

Relationship Status: Tik Tok Tik Tok

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"Luke? Yo! Alvez? Get up! We think there might be a new victim! And...uh…should I wake up Garcia or...uh...do you want to?"

"Thanks Matt. I can..uh..call her."

"Cool. See you both downstairs - Prentiss asked me to knock on Spencer and Tara's doors too."

And Luke and Pen sense Matt walking away.

"But isn't it too soon? Don't these scumbags usually have a cooling off period?", Penelope hisses as she springs off Luke's lap and heads for the adjoining door.

Luke's expression - which just moments ago had been soft and wide open - has tightened into all-business and ready for action. His words that follow - all of them - regardless of how they are strung together - are pitched as part statement and part question:

"Yeah. Sometimes. But for this one? Yeah it is. See you downstairs in 10, Garcia?"

It is the tone Penelope knows so well from countless briefings and cases - confidence and humility mixed in a way that fits so well with her team's.. their team's…their family's dynamic. Something…

Penelope rushes back across the room - knowing she is a tangle of partly on and partly off underthings - very aware of her thumping mincing stride in her too tall heels - and grabs his face and kisses him so hard. She pours every ounce of love and wild respect she has for this man into his mouth. Luke resists for half a beat - the case… but then pulls her furiously closer - in just a handful of seconds they have completely ignited - their tongues joust and caress - and their hearts… oh their hearts!

"Luke?" Penelope's voice is breathy, needy, no nonsense, unapologetic, "We could take exactly 2 minutes of the 8 we have to get ready and… If you fuck me as hard and as fast as you can, could you cum in under a minute?"

"Pen -I..we…"

Luke's eyes grab at hers and he understands - she is not being crass or ignorant of the tragedy that has just been announced. This is somehow a sacred respectful request. They probably would struggle to explain it to anyone else - oh maybe some of the bau team would get it… but beyond that…? But that doesn't matter - they - Penelope and Luke - understand to their bones and through their souls.

"Yes."

And that is all that is needed to be said.

All there is time for.

And she is across the bed, on her back, legs spread wide, knees crooked over the edge of the mattress, her panties tugged roughly to the side, and he steps forward between her legs, and he is sliding, pushing, thrusting, pounding in and she is opening, lifting, thrusting, meeting, squeezing until there is nothing left of them except the sensation of beloved penis pitching into pitching against pitching with beloved vagina. They are both hard and fast and there is no holding back.

It is an act of undoing. It is an act of mending.

And they fuck and fuck and tick tick tock she owns his cock and tock tock tick he slams her clit and fuck fuck fuck against the clock and time is tight and so is she and they wright and wrack and jib and jive and push and pull and rut and huff and find themselves and lose themselves and pray and beg and tick tock tick and fuck fuck fock the time has come for them to cum…and oh they are so close to done… even though they've just begun…and fuck fuck fuck a thrust a trust a magic thread a creaking bed and hard and fast and now and when and why and how and always and always and ever and ever and here and now and here and now and oh and oh and oh…

And Luke's gun calloused fingers are marking her hips with his grip as his neck cords and his balls tighten and glory be and glory be and Penelope lifts up up up and her thoughts and breaths fly high so high and she is catching giving being and oh and oh and oh and LUKE! And then he fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking explodes fucking explodes fucking explodes into her and the sound he makes is strangled and panting and perfect and giving and she is a river of everything flowing hard and fast and tumbles with him tumbles deepers harder into herself than maybe she ever has been and he is there with her and she is there with him and they are going to stop this new evil the world has spawned and survive and thrive and fuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Their bodies bow together as semen streams into her and shakes envelope them and penis and vagina are tightly bound into almost a single entity and their souls and hearts are true and strong and braver and more ready than less than a minute before.

And the relax is then full body.

And they take the 15 or so seconds they have left for a kiss...

…A silent thank you…

…A silent you're welcome…

…A silent we've got this...

...A silent THERE be DRAGONS but WE be WARRIORS…

And then Penelope is up and bustling to her room and Luke is already switching on the shower… and they will both be dressed and staid and sitting at the table in the bau corner of the ballroom ready to meet the horrors their work brings in 7 minutes.

And if they met unexpectedly at the elevator and rode down together in silence? If their fingers entwined until the doors started to slide open? No one was the wiser.

Well except one man watching a hidden-camera feed somewhere on the other side of the city…

To be continued…