So, I waited to publish this because of Fanfictions email issues. I never got any notification for the last chapter, I never got the email that it was published and I never got any review notifications. Here's hoping that it'll work again, but I'm not hopeful... I do hope that, in case it's still not working, enough of you, dear readers, find the new chapter and review it :)

Oh, and funny thing happened. Had yet another case of gingivitis, around my upper right wisdom tooth. Was the third time I had that within a year, same tooth. Went to the dentist, he confirmed it and wanted to put in the strip (with some antibacterial solvent on it). He also decided to grind down the outer part, since my upper wisdom teeth came out kind of tilted to the outside.

Once he was done with that, he looked again, looked again and looked again. Then he said that there was a giant hole in the wisdom tooth, right where it and the molar meet. He then told me that he needed to pull it. My reaction was like "Eh?" and my inquiry if he would be doing it since it required kind of surgery. He just chuckled and said that surgery is only the cases where the teeth didn't come out. But since mine was, there's no issue. Five minutes later, the tooth was out and boy howdy, that thing looked insane. The hole was about 2 millimeters deep, which is about one sixth of the entire tooth. Not only that, on one of the roots, there was a giant abscess running the entire length of it.

If that had popped while still inside, then I would have probably climbed the walls from the pain O.o

But, enough of my medical issues.

Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters that appeared in the show.

Leonard parked Alfred's car in his father's garage, exiting it and locking it down. After hanging the key into the key box inside the house, he grabbed his skates from the trunk and slammed it shut before leaving the house, using the security box to lock it. He changed from his shoes into the skates and went on his way.

Twelve miles and seventy minutes of leisurely but fast skating later, he reached his home. He switched back to his regular shoes and walked through the gate and to the house, the sky darkening already at that point. When walking into the house, he was greeted by two balls of fur wagging their tails in joy at his return as well as an angel with a smile that lit up the room.

"Hey." she said and gave him a kiss. "How's Albert?"

"Haven't talked to him since I left." he shrugged and looked at her outfit, which looked like a furry pair of sweatpants and a similar jacket. "He was prepped for the MRI and afterwards he wanted to go to bed. I'll call him tomorrow morning. But now I have to take a shower."

"Agreed." she chuckled. "You kinda smell."

"Well, we did engage a mercenary group and then I drove my dad to Montpelier, and then I skated twelve miles, all without washing." he winked at her and walked towards the bathroom, the dogs following him. "Guys, without you."

As the dogs gave an insulted huff and Tyson went to Penny to get his stomach petted, Leonard entered the master bathroom and undressed. His skin felt almost greasy and with a sigh, he stepped into the shower stall. He opened up the tap, found his preferred water temperature and let it run over him. He opened the second tap a bit and let the cold water that always remained in the pipes run out slowly, then he turned it back off.

Using a loofah, he cleaned himself thoroughly, getting the grit and sweat off of his body. To was himself off, he opened both taps and both the overhead shower and the six wall- mounted showers opened up, spraying him with water from three sides. He took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to get the stress out of him, then remembering his dad's advice, or rather, his order. As he dried himself off, he didn't know if he even should try to do it. Not that he wouldn't love to, sex with Penny was always great but they would be leaving for South Dakota in about twenty hours and they both needed their wits to be at the peak.

He looked at himself in the mirror and felt the twang of his scars. The two dozen old bullet wounds. Several knife scars. The freshest scar in his hip, from that fateful day in Omaha that brought him back to that woman who had stolen his heart from the moment he spent time with her in the honeymoon suite of a Los Angeles hotel.

The thought that she, at some point, might have the same number of scars on her skin was abhorrent to him. She already received the first on her hip during her exam, a small blemish on an otherwise perfect body. And while she doesn't seem to care about it, it might become a different story if her beautiful face was bisected by a knife scar.

Shaking himself out of these thoughts, she returned to the living room, where Penny was sitting on the couch, playing a game of tug of war with Tyson using a thick rope. Seeing his dog having bonded with her to that degree brought warmth to his heart, and confirmed to him that he had chosen well when he spotted her on that street in Los Angeles. When her eyes met his body, he could see the carnal lust in them, her game with Tyson momentarily forgotten and the dog pulling the rope out of her hand.

"So, finished?" she asked.

"Yep." he nodded and flopped down next to her, leaning back.

"When do we leave?" she wanted to know.

"We leave tomorrow afternoon." he replied. "That gives us time to acclimatize us with the area and make a plan for action."

"What will you do when we meet him?"

"I will kill him." Leonard shrugged. "I will kill every henchman he brings, and then I will tell him who I am and who he had attacked before I will put a bullet into his heart."

"And after that?"

"Then, we will hopefully be able to live our lives in peace again." he chuckled. "It's kind of insane to think that all of this began as a run of the mill job of taking out a gang leader."

"And the fact that you didn't even take the job but Sheldon did." she chuckled. "As a lesson for me. And it was a lesson on what can happen if you can't find out everything about your target before you take it out."

"Good." he nodded.

"You know, a few hours ago, I got a call from Alfred." she mentioned. "I guess he called right after you left."

"Something serious?" he wondered.

"Well, that depends." she chuckled. "Has your dad always been this direct when it came to, uh, more... sexual things?"

"Pretty much." Leonard shrugged. "He was always a proponent of not beating around the bush. And with mom, it was always the norm to say what you wanted to say."

"So, you were the same?" she asked.

"Up to a point." he confirmed. "During school, I learned that being straightforward could sometimes be detrimental, so I started to use more innuendos and circumlocutions."

"Detrimental how?"

"Believe it or not, women often want to be lied to." he chuckled. "If you tell them the truth but they don't want to hear it, they get at mad at you."

"Nah,I don't believe that." she laughed.

"Oh really." he gave her a look. "Imagine you put on a few... dozen pounds and you ask me if a dress you bought when you were skinny makes you look fat now. If I said that it does, would you get mad at me?"

"Well... well, yeah, I would." she conceded.

"Same with the question if some woman they see while walking down the street is prettier than her." he continued. "Imagine we walk down the street, you see a woman and ask me if she's prettier than you are. If I said yes, I'm sure you'd lose your mind, right?"

"I certainly would." Penny laughed again. "But I know you wouldn't do that."

"Oh?" he smirked at her. "And why is that?"

"Because." she winked and swung her leg over his lap to straddle him. "I know that I am smoking hot, as trained as I am. And I could kill you with a single finger."

"Hey, so could I." he argued but began to gently rub over her legs and back, pushing his hands under her jacket.

"You wanna know what your dad told me, point blank?" she asked between kisses.

"I have an idea." he chuckled.

"He told me, and I quote, use him to de-stress. Ride him, have him pound you, make him feel good as he makes you feel good and do it more than once, end quote." she grinned. "Fortunately, he couldn't see me, but my face felt as if it was burning."

"Yeah, sounds about right." he agreed. "He said something similar to me, only I had the privilege of hearing it in person."

"Well." she hummed and kissed him again. "I think we should follow the advice of the elders, don't you think?"

"Don't let him hear that." he laughed and let her pull him to his feet.

"Which part?" she looked back at him while they walked up the stairs.

"The elder part." he clarified. "Even though he likes the honorific, he hates being reminded of his age."

A few seconds later, they entered his bedroom. Penny pulled harder, Leonard allowing her to speed him up and as he passed, she grabbed the corner of the towel and pulled, the piece of fabric remaining in her hand while he more or less fell on the bed. He managed to turn during the fall and she grinned when he saw his surprised face.

With a quick swipe, she opened the zipper on her sweater and pulled it off, revealing her bare upper body to him. Her sweatpants followed suit, showing him that she hadn't even bothered with underwear and that she also had used the time while he was away to shave her legs and intimate parts of her body.

Like a lithe cat, she crawled onto the bed and pushed his legs apart. His manhood already grew from the anticipation alone but she still grabbed it and took it into her mouth, first gently sucking on the tip and running her tongue around it. He groaned and his hips pushed up but Penny moved her head with him, not taking him in any further.

She chuckled into it when she saw his look, both pleading and asking 'what the hell' and after a few more seconds of torture, she pushed down, taking him in completely in one go, making him groan in pleasure. Holding the base, she bobbed her head up and down, her mouth creating a slurping sound as she pleasured him.

After the initial shock, Leonard got used to it. While it felt amazing, Penny knew what she was doing and he never felt a premature climax coming on and he simply pushed his head into his pillow and just enjoyed what she was doing. After several minutes, he looked up again and met her eyes, seeing the grin in them while her mouth was busy. He pointed down to her and then to his face and she gave him a small nod in understanding.

She released him and took a deep breath while getting up. She turned her body around and swung her leg over him again, situating herself over his head and lowering her lower body down. She hummed when his lips connected to her folds and gasped when his tongue entered her and with a moan, she went back to blowing him.

This time, it was a bit more difficult since his tongue did magic inside her. Several times, she had to stop blowing him and just moan and squeal while stroking his manhood with her hand, climaxing twice from his ministrations. Despite half an hour having passed and knowing that he had brought her to heaven twice already, he showed no sign of getting tired, his tongue moving with the same ferocity with which he started.

His hands alternated between caressing her back and resting on her ass and gently squeezing her cheeks. Penny lifted her upper body, releasing him with a plop and began grinding and as if understanding that she was close once more, Leonard got even faster, moving his tongue rapidly inside her. Her hips began undulating and with a groan, she climaxed before lifting her lower body off of him.

"Have you been lying to me when you said that you never had a relationship beyond some sex with a few women?" she giggled. "How can you be so good at this?"

"Truth be told, I really have no idea what I'm doing." he chuckled and wiped his mouth. "I just do what I can feel working."

"Well, keep doing that." she gave him a wink before scooting forward and lining herself up with his manhood.

Not wasting any time, she lowered herself and groaned at the contact. Placing her feet on the bed, she began bouncing, trusting on Leonard's hands on her hips to guide her so she wouldn't move her upper body too far back. Every time she went down, fireworks ignited inside her head and she was yet again astonished at the difference in the feeling of sex with someone she loved versus a client she didn't care for.

She lost all track of time but felt her thighs begin to burn. Chasing the pleasure, she redoubled her efforts, going up too far once and releasing him before bouncing down right on top of it, eliciting a grunt of pain from him. Apologizing with a breathy mumble, she grabbed between her and lined him up again, sinking down once more but leaning back into a prone position this time.

His hands moved to her breasts, kneading them like dough and occasionally flicking her nipples. Her tongue met his, fighting a battle for supremacy with their mouths open for the oxygen they required. One of his hands moved between her legs and began rubbing her clitoris, bringing out more throaty moans from her and she wiggled against him while he kept thrusting his hips upward.

She opened her eyes for a moment and noticed how her position made her heard above his, forcing him to tilt his head in a manner that didn't seem to be comfortable. She pulled her head away from him and let it fall backwards on the pillow, closing her eyes and just enjoying his manhood moving in and out of her.

His left hand suddenly grabbed her left breast from below and lifted it. She looked again and saw him take the nipple into her mouth and causing a third sensation to be added to what he was doing between her legs already. She let any restraint go and let the sensations overcome her and, screaming out her ecstasy when the climax hit her.

He went slowly as she came down and let go of her when she got up. His manhood exited her with a sucking sound and she turned around, facing him as she sunk down again. Since they were in his house with no neighbors for miles, she decided to voice her pleasure. As she rode him as hard as she could, she yelled her joy into the air and she was rather flabbergasted that despite her forceful movements, the bed never banged into the wall.

Leonard grunted and moaned himself, his hands on her hips and pulling and pushing her. Her hands went to his chest and even his throat by accident when she slipped but she never slowed down, chasing the pleasure she wanted. Her insides felt as if they were on fire and soon enough, the bough broke again, causing her upper body to collapse forward onto his chest.

Instead of just thrusting upwards, Leonard reached around her and turned them, ending up on top. His pushed her legs apart and began thrusting, Penny grabbing his ass to move him with her. Their movements synchronized quickly, Penny's hips moving against him when he thrust forward and the rhythm allowed him to last a while without worrying about coming immediately.

Compared to the intensity of before, this was a snails pace and she didn't feel the coil tighten, which she actually enjoyed more than if he had made her climax again. It gave her body the chance to recover while still delighting in the pleasure of him moving inside her. After several more minutes, she felt the change, his speed increasing and she realized that he was chasing his own climax.

Using her hands on his ass, she forcefully guided him, telling him that she was okay with it. He spent two more minutes thrusting hard and deep at high speed before he unloaded with a loud groan, collapsing on top of her after the pulsating of his manhood had stopped. As he breathed deep, she began to giggle, which only got louder when he looked at her in surprise.

"What's so funny?" he was genuinely confused.

"Nothing." she grinned and kissed him.

"Whew." Leonard exhaled as he lifted his body up and pulled out of her, Penny immediately missing the contact of him inside her.

"That was something." she hummed in delight.

"It was." he agreed.

"Wow!" Penny suddenly gasped and her hand went between her legs.

"What?" he wondered as she jumped up.

"What's going on inside your body?" she laughed. "We don't have sex for a few days and you unload so much into me as if we hadn't done it for months."

"Sorry." he chuckled and flopped down while Penny stepped into the shower stall in the en-suite, holding open her vagina and using the shower head to clean herself out.

"Mmmh, I really needed that." Penny hummed and climbed back into bed, wrapping her arm around him and kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, I did too." Leonard agreed. "Never really knew that I did, since I never had a real relationship since that faithful day."

Penny closed his eyes and just relaxed, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Leonard looked down at her, forcing down the instinct to compare her to Jenny again, since he would probably go into a PTSD fueled panic attack, like it happened before. He gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and just held her, enjoying the closeness that he had for so many years avoided to have.

"Well, nature calls." he said after about an hour of cuddling and extricated himself from her to go to the en-suite.

"Do you have a glass in there?" she asked from the bed.

"A glass?" he wondered. "What for?"

"To get some water from the tap." she replied.

"I have some water bottles in the bottom drawer in the nightstand on my side of the bed." he told her.

Touched by him using the words my side, implying that the other side was hers, she looked at the two identical nightstands. It dawned on her that before today, they had only spent a single night in his bed, the other times was only during the day and the one night they did have, they cuddled, so the concept of his and her side was quite unclear.

She went to the nightstand on the left side of the bed and opened the drawers, finding them empty. Chuckling to herself, she moved on her knees to the other side, opening the bottom drawer to find half a dozen small water bottles in it. She grabbed one, opened it and took a big sip before bending down to close the drawer but ending up being distracted by the contents of the others.

"Holy moly." Leonard murmured to himself when he saw Penny, bent down the side of the bed with her ass gloriously high in the air and he felt his body react to it.

"What else do you have in here?" he could Penny say as she rummaged around in his drawers.

"What are you looking at?" he asked his manhood that was pointing directly at Penny and twitching regularly. "Really?... Yeah, I know she's stunning... Alright, if you say so."

"Are you talking to yourself?" Penny asked, still with her head down as Leonard stepped on the bed.

"No, I was talking to my buddy." he chuckled and placed himself right behind her.

"What is that supposed to... FUUUCK!"

Her question was interrupted by him entering her. He didn't even bother starting slow and furiously pounded her from behind. Penny's position was pretty precarious, her knees on the edge of the bed, her right forearm on the nightstand and her left hand on the floor. Leonard's was even worse, his left foot half off the bad, only the heel of it on the covers.

While his left arm held on to Penny's hips, he kept himself up with his right on the headboard, with most of his weight on that. His upper arm was already burning from the strain and the only reason why he didn't change his position was Penny screaming in pleasure, begging him to keep going exactly as he was.

"Sorry." he apologized and pulled out when he realized that his foot was slipping.

"Why did you stop?" she panted. "I've never felt this much pleasure."

"I couldn't keep the position." he said and stepped off the bed. "Come down."

"What for?" she wondered.

"Turn around, stand in front of me." he told her and she did. "Now bend down as if touching your toes."

"Oh yeah, baby!" she whooped when he entered her again.

While the angle wasn't quite as pleasurable as it was before, it was damn close in her assessment. She put her hands on the nightstand again, using that to hold herself in the position and to relieve the pressure on her lower back and then simply closed her eyes, enjoying what he was doing. She could almost imagine how his penis moved inside and then out again, scraping along her insides and igniting fireworks of pleasure in her brain.

She used their isolation again and screamed out her ecstasy whenever it came over her, but unlike their first time, Leonard didn't last as long this time. Way too soon for her liking, he groaned loudly and released, almost seemingly collapsing, given how he was holding on to her hips. He chuckled again and pulled out before leaning against the window sill, taking a deep breath as she also lifted her body back into a vertical position.

"That angle when we were still on the bed." she grinned and walked into his chest, pushing her lips against his.

He put his arms around her and for several minutes, they just kissed until Penny felt his spill leak again. She hurried into the en-suite and since she didn't want to use the shower again, she used some toilet paper and hopping to let gravity do its job. Leonard joined her and gave her a kiss on the shoulder before leading her back into the bathroom. To her surprise and confusion, he led her out of the bedroom and downstairs, naked as they were, and into the master bathroom and to her joy, she saw that the bathtub was filled with hot water and soapy bubbles, Leonard having opened the tap and using a bob as a sensor that closed the tap when enough water was in it.

"So, how do you wanna sit in there?" Leonard asked after he had joined her in the bathroom. "Face each other?"

"No." she shook her head. "Get in, I'll join and you can hold me."

"Okay." he smiled and got in, laying back.

Penny got in afterwards with her back to him and then, with deliberate slowness, she first bend down before slowly lowering herself into the water, her butt hitting his abdomen before she leaned back and let the water engulf her as well. The water was the perfect temperature for her, hot but not scalding, and the bath soap he used was her favorite as well.

And while she had no idea how the night would progress, she had an idea when his right hand moved down between her legs again.

With a groan, Nancy sipped her bitter coffee. For a while now, she hadn't slept a good sleep, ever since she got told that Kenta was on a rampage. Those extra security people were also getting on her nerves, interrupting the workflow her underlings had achieved since she started managing this particular location . After finishing her breakfast, she took a quick shower and then got dressed in plain panties, a plain bra and her business clothes, adopting the look that supported her no-nonsense attitude she showed to her underlings.

She was also quite frustrated, especially sexually. Ever since those sixteen days she spent with Connor in that tiny hotel room in Middletown, she had been unable to take any of the guys she used to use for release. The people working for her were off-limits as well, since that would create quite the complications. She felt as if she should slap herself. She was hung up on a guy fifteen years her junior because he was good in bed and she acted like a teenager swooning over a celebrity.

A forty minute drive later, she arrived at the business she used as a front. Receiving and sending kitchen appliances throughout the southern mid-west gave good cover for the real business, the drugs she distributed hidden within the appliances. The drug packets were sprayed with oils to cover their scent in order to overcome dogs and in the few times one of her trucks had been checked by police, no drugs were ever found.

She wondered sometimes how Patrick managed to get those drugs into the country. The amounts that were being sent around the country and through Canada were too big to be smuggled clandestinely, so he either had paid off someone high or maybe he even just smuggled the ingredients into the country and produced the heroin in a lab domestically.

Her eyes half closed from her tiredness, she walked through the hallway, passing the double door that led into the warehouse floor and went up the stairs to get into her office. She unlocked the door and entered her office, closing the door and walking around her desk to get to her chair. She sat down and closed her eyes, enjoying the quiet.

She sat up sharply, her tiredness quickly forgotten. It shouldn't be this quiet. At this hour, it should be bustling with thirty people moving product around and loading it into the trucks parked outside at the loading gates. She got off to leave her office and walk onto the floor but as soon as she stepped out, she came back inside, walking backwards with the tip of a sword at her throat.

"Kenta?" Nancy said, swallowing hard, her head tilted back to not touch the shard edge of the blade.

"Nancy." Yorinobu said, his voice as gravelly as she remembered. "You know why I'm here."

"I can guess." Nancy hesitated, noticing that it wasn't a question. "I don't know where he is."

"I find that hard to believe." Yorinobu scoffed.

"You drove him into hiding." Nancy pointed out. "Nobody knows where he is except whoever of us is with him."

"You have his number?" Yorinobu asked, the blade never wavering.

"I have the one we used to use to communicate but it has been disconnected." Nancy told him.

"How do you communicate then?"

"Believe it or not, letters." Nancy lied. "The last call I had was with Mark, who told me that future communications will be done in written form. Once a week, a letter arrives by mail and it contains an instruction on how to pass on about that week's take, along with orders if Patrick gives any. The drop location is always different and I never meet whoever brings my notes to Patrick, if they even bring them to him directly."

"Phone." Yorinobu said and held out his other hand.

Nancy unlocked her phone and handed it to him and Yorinobu began scrolling through it to look at the contacts. When he found the mom and dad entry, he checked the number and used the phone's online features to find the address, seeing the small house and accepted that it was truly her parents and not a cover number.

"Loverboy?" Yorinobu looked at her when seeing that contact information.

"Hey, I have needs sometimes." Nancy defended it and he seemed to accept it.

"You know, Nancy, I always liked you." Yorinobu mused as he handed her the phone back. "I liked your determination, the way you worked your way up. I would hate to kill you."

"I would hate that as well." Nancy agreed.

"So, what can we do that doesn't force me to kill you?" Yorinobu looked at her.

"I have an idea." she said with raised arms and moved towards her desk backwards.

"Hey!" Yorinobu cautioned her and drew a gun, pointing it directly at her.

"Easy." Nancy made a calming motion with her hands and unlocked her drawers and her safe. "It seems that I forgot to lock my desk and safe and oh boy, I also seemed to have overslept by a few hours."

"Yes, unfortunate." Yorinobu nodded and put his gun away when Nancy slowly walked towards the office door.

After a nod from him, Nancy hurried out of the office and down the stairs. Her heart was beating so hard that it felt as if it was trying to get out of her chest and as she passed the double doors leading onto the warehouse floor, she looked into it and noticed the dead bodies of her underlings and the security forces, all of them seemed have had their throats cut or chests pierced and put together into a single pile.

She exited the building and hurried into her car. She drove away and to a chop shop where she handed the car over to the organization's associates to have it destroyed and received a replacement one, a twenty year old car that looked like it from the outside but was almost brand new on the inside.

She drove five miles to a diner and parked on the parking lot beside it. Since it was after the regular breakfast hours, the lot was almost empty and after shutting off the engine, she began shaking, the adrenaline of her encounter making her muscles twitch and she fought the urge to scream. Never before had she been this scared and this close to death. She had met Kenta before when he was still Patrick's enforcer and he had always been exuding an aura of danger but today she had met the force of it directed against her. Trying to force her body to obey, she grabbed her phone and hit the Loverboy contact.

"Hey gorgeous." Connor's voice came from the other end.

"Gorgeous?" Nancy was momentarily taken aback. "Are you drunk?"

"Sorry, what is it?" Connor got serious.

"The Kansas City operation is gone." Nancy told him bluntly.

"Kenta?"

"Yes, Kenta." Nancy confirmed.

"How you are still alive?" Connor asked.

"Because I wasn't there when he was." Nancy lied.

"Then how do you know it was him?"

"Well, my men being dead on the floor with stab wounds and cut throats were a pretty good indicator." she scoffed. "And who else would dare?"

"Point taken." Connor admitted.

"What do you want me to do?" Nancy asked. "Oh, and for your information, the extra security didn't do shit in preventing it. None of them even seemed to have gotten a shot off."

"Give me a sec." Connor said and she could hear a muffled conversation. "Okay, first, ditch the phone. Then drive to SBKC two and get one of the phones from there. Write down my number from your old phone and then call me from the new phone for further instructions."

"Will do." Nancy said and ended the call.

She took a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down the numbers of her parents and Connor before removing the sim card in case she could still use it in the future. She threw the phone out the window and stepped outside, smashing it under her shoes before getting back into the car and driving towards the second branch of Security Bank of Kansas on Minnesota Avenue to get the new phone Connor had mentioned.

She had no idea what the future brought but she knew that she wanted to be as far away from wherever Kenta would catch up with Patrick.

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