This is the 2nd story I get to mark complete on. Yay! Even if a story is complete and has been for a while, such as Out, I still appreciate and read any new reviews. It's actually a lovely surprise when I get one and I can look back on a story fondly.

Thanks to all of you who went there with me on this story.

Luke was waiting for Penelope at her apartment. He had taken the afternoon off to go to his therapy appointment. In the past month, he'd worked really hard at getting back to where he had been for so long. The past few years had been the best of his life. He might've not been fully living, but he wasn't in a dark place either. When he slipped because he realized he had stopped moving forward, it was the wake up call that he couldn't waste the life he was given.

Beginning this relationship with Penelope had been work. It was work to get there, and it was work once they started. Even though they had both been honest with each other, it was still tough to take the time to build their relationship differently and to continue to pace themselves and not to fall into each other. Even though people that didn't struggle with mental illness did the same thing, he knew that he couldn't dive into something he wasn't prepared to understand and appreciate.

They had only fought a couple of times, and it was about him going back to work fully. She wanted him to stay at the office with her, and he wanted to prove he could still be strong enough to do his job. In the end, they had compromised. He brought her with him to one of his sessions, and they talked it through with his therapist. He had felt like she was trying to coddle him, but he realized in the session that she was just scared that he wouldn't think to protect himself, and she couldn't lose him, not when she had just got him.

He was anxious to talk to his therapist that day. He wanted to talk to her about moving his relationship with Penelope forward. He wanted to get a second opinion and to know for sure that he wasn't just an anxious man hoping to see his beautiful girlfriend fully naked for the first time, but that he was actually ready for this step with her. Luckily his therapist agreed with him that he should be able to become more committed to building something with Penelope. His appointments were going to be changed to bi weekly because she didn't think he needed as much monitoring. Once he had worked through why he slipped, and he made the commitment to himself to watch for the signals that indicated he wasn't fully present in his life, it wasn't a bad fight to get himself stable again. He hadn't really slipped that far, he had just let his happiness take a backseat, and he couldn't watch his life pass him by anymore.

They had both wanted to take that step, but she was so cautious about not messing up his recovery with sex. There was usually emotion, and she didn't want him focusing on her when he was supposed to be focusing on himself.

He heard the front door open and her bag drop to the ground. He walked out of her bedroom and made a beeline for her, pushing her up against the door and kissing her. She returned the kiss. Her keys were still in her hand as she placed it on his back. Finally, she pushed him back. "Not that I'm complaining, but is there something special that I did to warrant this greeting?"

Penelope walked past him and threw her keys on the table. Then she slid her shoes off and walked towards the kitchen to get water. Luke watched her as she ran her hands down her legs when she was taking off her shoes. He followed her to the kitchen and was there when she closed the fridge door. "Yes, Penelope. Today is special."

"Oh yeah. Why's that?"

Luke took the water bottle from her hand and set it on the counter. He grabbed both of her hands and led her to the bedroom. "We've been together over a month now, and, honestly, I don't want to wait anymore." He started kissing her neck.

"Luke," she murmured, already breathless from the sensation of his lips on her sensitive skin. "I never wanted to wait. This was never about what we wanted. It was about what we needed." She spoke the words, but she tipped her head to give him better access.

"True, and we got what we needed, and now we can have what we want." Luke started undoing the buttons that were in a straight line over her spine.

"But don't we need more time?" Her forehead fell forward to lean on his shoulder, she felt his hands on the skin of her back as he pulled at the dress.

"I'm ready. I talked it out, and the doctor thinks I'm ready too. So as long as you're ready…" He paused, in case she truly did have an objection.

She brought her arms from his back and pulled the dress down. "God yes," she said as she reached for his shirt.

"Thank God."

They both pulled his shirt off over his head, and she reached for his belt. "Should we be trying for romance here?" she questioned but never ceased her movements.

"We've never done things the way they're supposed to be done," he countered.

"Hmm mmmhmmm." She was pushing his pants down but abandoned the task to reach behind herself and unclasp her bra.

Luke pushed the rest of his clothes off and then reached for her underwear, pulling them down as she threw her bra to the side. "Yes, we've had foreplay at least for the last month, if not the past year or two. I just need to be inside of you." Luke kissed her again.

"Yes. Fine by me. Let's do that." She pulled him to the bed. "How?" She ran her hands down his stomach to his erection which she started sliding her hand over as she kissed his chest.

"Uhh, well, you're making it hard to think straight right now." He watched her small hand move over him. "God, I always knew your hands were talented."

She giggled. "Hmm, but that doesn't answer my question."

"Not sure, I am almost positive I will not last very long at all. In fact, I'm sure of it so I need to figure out how I'm going to make you come as quickly as possible."

"I've been waiting too," she argued as she placed kisses along his jaw while still using her hands on him.

"Not as long as I have. Can you tell me with a straight face that you're on the verge of coming right now? Because I already am," he said through clenched teeth as he peeked down at her hands.

"You do have it pretty bad," she teased.

"You don't say." He grasped both of her wrists so he could figure this out before he just shot a load into her warm hands. "Okay, where is that vibrator of yours." He moved away from her and opened the night stand on what was obviously his side of the bed now.

"Really?" She laughed and laid back on the bed. "I was not expecting that."

"Yeah, well, you won't be needing it for a good long while after we start banging on every surface and at every moment we can manage, but I've got to get used to this again, so why don't we give it a farewell run." He finally found it in the bottom drawer. He spun around and saw her with her feet planted on the bed and her legs wide. "Penelope," he angrily growled.

She gasped in faux innocence, "What did I do?"

He hastily pushed her legs wider making her knees fall to the bed and used two fingers to find her entrance. He pushed in and out a few times before swiftly turning the vibrator on. He brought his middle finger to her lip and trailed the wet digit over it and then brought his finger to his own mouth and licked it clean. He watched her tongue flick out to clean her bottom lip, and he took a deep breath as he let the vibrator gently press against her clit.

She gasped, "Exactly how quick did you want me to come?"

"Quick," he said hastily. "We have years filled with days to try all kinds of things, but today is not that day."

He inserted the vibrator and then used his fingers to circle her clit. "Holy-" Her hands shot up to his biceps to hold on while she came. "Oh my god, it's been long enough for me to be damn sensitive."

"Good." He tossed the vibrator to the side and crawled over her. He gripped her thighs and pulled them wide. "I'm pretty sure this is going to be extremely unsatisfying for you." He found her entrance with his fingers and then guided himself in.

Her body bowed, and her nails dug into his arms. "That's obviously not true," she argued breathlessly. "God, I know I've been feeling it pushing into my ass every morning when I wake up, but it feels even bigger inside."

Luke growled, "Penelope, if you even want me to pump a few times, you're going to need to shut up."

Her eyes danced in amusement, "Sorry." She quietly watched him try to control himself. "We're going to do this more than once, Luke. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be more than satisfied by the end of the night. This still feels good." She clenched her inner muscles.

"Penelope, I swear to God!" He gritted out through his teeth as he issued the warning. "Don't piss me off right now."

"What?" she said innocently as she clenched and pulsed upwards to meet his slow, almost still hips. "I'm betting your refractory period is all but nill. Are you planning to argue that point?"

Luke pushed her hips down with both hands and sat back so he could pulse into her on his own. "Fine, Penelope. I'll just come, and then we can figure out how to make you come a lot more. A lot more. I cannot have you thinking this is all we are capable of together."

He moved quickly, making her hold onto the blanket beneath her. After a few moments, he came with a loud groan as he felt her clench her muscles again. He fell forward and caught himself on his hands. "Sometimes I really don't like you," he informed her.

"But you still love me, right?" she teased.

"Maybe, I guess we'll see how much you love me." He grabbed both of her hands and brought one down to slide into herself, coating it in his spendings. Then he guided her hand back to her mouth. He raised one eye at her in challenge.

She raised an incredulous eye back before eagerly leaning forwards and licking her finger cleaner than she ever needed to. "Next?" she questioned.

He laughed. "Dating you is going to be so much fun. And look at that, I'm hard again. Turn over."

"But I want to see you," she pouted.

"So I'm supposed to listen to you when you don't listen to me? Get real." He leaned back and grabbed the small bottle of oil she had on the nightstand and then pulled her up, dragging her across the room. Then he pushed her face down onto the long ottoman at the corner of her room.

"I thought you said you were going to make me come a lot. Don't you think that will be easier to do if I can watch you?" She was only partially arguing the point, and the other part of her was happily compliant as she inched her heels out to open wider for him.

"You do get to watch, Penelope." He got on his knees behind her and pushed in swiftly. Then he guided her head to look at them in the mirror above her vanity. "Get up on your hands," he ordered.

She did so and watched him pushing into her from behind. "This works," she said as she could see him holding onto her hip and his desire ridden face as he watched her ass move. "I wasn't sure it would. I don't like this position that much."

"You will," he said to her. "Give me your left hand."

"What? How?" She didn't understand how he thought she was going to hold herself up as he pushed into her with force and only using one hand to support herself.

"Just-" He grabbed her arm and pulled it backwards holding onto it and supporting her in the process. "If you thought I wasn't going to get a full view of your boobs bouncing, you're out of your mind," he growled at her.

She looked back to the mirror and saw that he was staring at the reflection of her chest as it moved. "God, you're so hot," she said breathlessly. His body was moving behind her. She saw his ab muscles contracting and his face filled with lust.

"You like to watch too, don't you?"

"I'd watch you do just about anything."

He scoffed, "I'm going to hold you to that." He grabbed her other arm and pulled her back so she was upright on her knees with him kneeling behind her. He held both hands in one of his. "Watch this." He picked up the bottle of oil from the bed next to him and poured some of the contents of the bottle on her chest letting it trickle down.

"What are-what-"

"I'm obsessed with these; you should know that by now," he informed her. He set the bottle down and used that hand to rub the oil across her chest, moving to one breast, rubbing it over the nipple, and then trailing it in between. Then he palmed her other breast, weighing it in his hand and then running his fingers over her other nipple.

"Holy-" Her eyes widened as she watched her chest become glazed with the liquid. "That is hot," she said in wonder.

"Fuck yeah it is." He used both hands to hold onto hers so he had more leverage and started pounding into her rapidly. His eyes narrowed as he watched her breasts shake.

"Oh my god, Luke! Oh my God!" She didn't even realize how close she was to coming again. She had been mesmerized by her own chest. "Uh, huh, yes," she moaned. She felt herself shaking.

As she was winding down, he stood up pulling out of her, ignoring her whine, and then flipped her over, pulling her legs to the edge of the ottoman and hooking one of them up over his shoulder and then pushing the other over the edge of the bed, spreading her wide and open to his gaze. He bent his knees enough to get himself closer to her again and slid into her. "Penelope, play with them."

She complied, her mind in a daze and her eyes unfocused. She brought her hands up to her nipples and started plucking at them and grasping the large mounds in each hand. He growled as he watched her. The tiny nub at the top was begging for attention, and he swiftly brought his hand down around the leg he was balancing and placed his fingers there, moving them to create the friction he knew she wanted.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Too much!" she gasped as her hands stopped moving, and she held onto her breasts as if they were keeping her grounded.

"I doubt that," he said, and he angled her leg up some more to better hit the spot he had quickly figured out how to get to. Luke slammed into her harder until he felt her leg shake again. As soon as she started moaning his name, he returned the favor. He let out a loud strangled moan as his pulsing stopped. His eyes were closed for a few moments before opening them to see her head turned to the side and her messy hair partially covering her face. Luke reached forward and moved her hair away with his fingers. "You okay?"

"I never will be again," she whispered, earning her a chuckle from him. "Seriously, we need to do this so much more. Like, all the time. We're never going to stop doing this."

He leaned over her. "No complaints from me." He caught her lips in another kiss. "Well then, let's go," he said to her, standing up and pulling her by her hands to get up.

"Are you serious? We just finished."

"What part of 'haven't been laid in years' did you think was inaccurate?"

"Okay, fair, but I'm going to be swollen and sore, and I think you may have to call into work for me tomorrow," she said as she let him pull her to the bathroom.

"Done. I already texted Emily that we needed an early weekend."

"What? Are you serious?" She pulled on the hand he was holding. "You called out for sex?"

He pulled at her again, bringing her the rest of the way into the bathroom. "I obviously didn't say that, Penelope. I just told her my therapist gave me the go ahead on a new regiment, and I wanted some time to adjust."

"I swear if they figure this out-"

"What? You embarrassed? I'd hire a sing-o-gram to go inform them melodically if you'd let me."

"You're ridiculous."

"Whatever, Penelope. Just get in the shower, and fuck me."

"Since when do you get to be this bossy?" she asked as she followed his instructions.

"You were. Now it's my turn."

"Yes, but that was because of extenuating circumstances."

"Exactly." He turned the shower on and the cold water hit her.

"Agh! Too cold!"

"I want your nipples out."

"Are you serious, Alvez? When does this obsession end?"

"When I die."

She laughed, "I love you."

"I love you too. Now hands on the shower rod."

"Are you-did you plan this ahead of time?"

"Yes, all I've done for a month is think about how I could come inside of you on every single surface in this house. It helped pass the time, and it gave me a constructive project to work on," he said diligently.

She scoffed, "You're insane."

"Yup, and you're welcome because, if I wasn't, we would still have our signals crossed, and you wouldn't know what I look like naked."

She turned horrified eyes to him. "Don't give me such nightmares."

"Nightmares are over. It's strictly dreams from now on."

"Cheesy. I like it." She gripped the shower rod. "Maybe I'm insane."

"Yeah, Penelope, we don't even need a therapist for that one."

"You should be nicer to me. If it weren't for me, you'd still be trying to figure out how to receive a signal in the first place. How many times did I need to flirt with you?"

"Well apparently your reception wasn't on either, and who is the tech wiz? So really whose fault is that?"

She gasped as he pushed into her. "Are we ever going to stop arguing?"

"God, I hope not. It's hot when you scowl at me."

"Oh I get it. I needed to be meaner to you so that I could get you to fuck me."

"Shut up, Penelope. We're on the same frequency now."

"Yeah but only while you're inside of me. Afterwards it's anyone's guess."

"Sure, fine, whatever."

"Just one more question."

He growled angrily.

"Do you think I should get the defibrillator? From Ms. Berkowitz?" She gasped as he dug his nails into her.

"Unnecessary." He bit her shoulder. "I already got it."

I was supposed to update Summer today and this tomorrow but I swapped them. Thanks everyone!

Thanks to BookDragon2013 for being the first to read this through when it was a garbled mess.