#i remember he tried to physically grab spencers braces once to stop him from going over to kath

[snap-my-kneecaps]

Race: Romeo ain’t the problem this year. Ike: When are you gonna get it? Romeo is ALWAYS the problem.

[notanotherreidgirl]

Dreams Come True

Summary: Spencer is a tease and Reader teaches him a lesson

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, thigh riding, oral sex (female receiving), spanking, choking, restraints (handcuffs), degradation, gagging, mommy kink

Word Count: 1460

A/N: This is a part 2 to Wake Me Up but it can be read as a stand-alone. It was actually requested by @thatsonezesty13 and I got a little carried away - I hope you like it!

Spencer had been insatiable after your confession. That day you had him in the kitchen, the shower, and a vacant office at the BAU. He couldn’t keep his hands off you. Usually, you wouldn’t mind at all but the team had been called away to Arizona for a case. 

You had a strict no sex rule during cases, absolutely no exceptions. Lives were at stake and you channeled all your energy into finding the unsub. Also, the team didn’t know about your relationship and sneaking into each other’s motel rooms would be a dead giveaway. It wasn’t that you really wanted to keep it from them but there was something exciting about sneaking behind the backs of the best profilers in the country. 

Spencer was not a fan of your rule but he knew to pick his battles. Normally, he used it as motivation to get the unsub as quickly as possible. Except this time. This time he couldn’t be in the same room as you for 5 minutes without having to physically restrain himself from kissing you. It was hot and you had exchanged your blazers and dress pants for sleeveless blouses and skirts. And this case was long. They had been there in the sweltering heat for a week. A whole week of sleeping alone in his motel room. So Spencer made a plan.

If looks could kill, everyone within a 10 foot radius of you would be dropping like flies including that pretty officer with the local police swooning over your boyfriend. He had been doing this all day - being overly sympathetic with female witnesses, asking them to call him Spencer, wearing those adorable glasses. At first you found it amusing and made a mental note to tease him about how transparent he was when you were back home but now he had you seeing red. You tried to act unbothered but you were seething and Spencer could tell. He knows you inside and out. The officer was leaning over his shoulder and asking idiotic questions like What’s a geographic profile? or So how high is an IQ of 187? 

You finally had enough when she grabbed the end of his tie - the purple and white tie he had worn on your first date. You were out of your seat and across the room in no time. Spencer looked at you innocently but you weren’t having it. “Reid, I need to show you something.”

You never called him Reid but he was never such a brat. Smugly, he followed you to the end of a vacant hallway. “Are you enjoying yourself?” you asked.

“I don’t know what you mean” his mischievous smile gave him away. 

“You don’t? And here I was thinking you were a genius. But you’re not. You’re just a dumb, desperate baby, aren’t you?” you toyed with his tie, tightening it around his neck until it was just a little uncomfortable. “You need me to remind you who you belong to? Have you forgotten?”

“No, Mommy” he gasped. You closed the distance between you, feeling his erection against your stomach. Satisfied, you undid his tie and harshly pulled it from his neck.

“My room. Tonight” you turned on your heels and left him there, breathless and hard. Despite the promise of punishment, Spencer was over the moon. He won. Or so he thought.

That night you absentmindedly flicked through case files while contemplating your plans for Spencer. In truth, you were excited. He had been such a good boy recently, you could hardly remember the last time you had to punish him. His knock shook you from your reverie. “Come in.”

As soon as he entered you were on him, harshly turning and pushing him against the door so you could deftly handcuff him behind his back. You pulled the cuffs back so they dug into his wrists and pushed him on the bed facedown. 

“Is this what you wanted? You needy brat” you reached between his legs and palmed him over his pants, applying just a little too much pressure. “You think that little officer could do this to you?”

“No, she couldn’t. I’m sorry, Mommy. I don’t know what I was thinking” his earlier arrogance was nowhere to be found. 

“You weren’t thinking. That’s the problem. If you want to be a stupid, little slut then that’s how I’ll treat you” you gagged him with the purple tie you had taken and threaded his belt from his pants before tugging them down. Without warning you swatted him with the belt and he lurched forward, struggling against the cuffs. With every blow his hips ground into the bed and the handcuffs chafed the skin of his wrists. When you were satisfied with your work you turned him over. He winced as his raw behind came into contact with the scratchy motel sheets. You slowly pulled the tie from his mouth. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, I have!” he squeaked, upset that he couldn’t touch you. 

“Good, now you can make it up to me.” You pulled the hem of your oversized shirt over your head and straddled his face, holding yourself just out of reach. He craned his head up and his arms thrashed behind his back, the handcuffs digging into his wrists. Frustrated, he let out a pitiful whine. “Use your manners, baby. Or have you forgotten those too?” 

“Please, Mommy. I want to be good. I’ll do anything” he had gotten himself so worked up over the course of the day and having you just out of reach brought tears to his eyes. As you lowered your dripping core to his face, you let a hand drift down and wipe a stray tear from his face. You knew your punishment was his fantasy brought to life but you couldn’t help yourself. The poor thing just wanted to get your attention, just wanted to be with you all the time.

He was ravenous, licking a stripe up your slit before pressing an open mouth kiss to your core. He loved eating you out - loved how your thighs quivered, how you tasted, how you pulled his hair and made incomprehensible little noises. His tongue found your entrance and he took his time licking around it before pushing in, savoring the string of curses you let out. You were unbearably close and you grinded down, practically suffocating him. Spencer latched onto your clit and sucked hard, triggering your release. You convulsed over him, having to brace yourself with your arms as you rode out your high. He hummed happily and made no move to stop. His head was off the bed at this point, tongue laving over your sensitive sex and drawing out your second orgasm with ease. 

Shakily, you pulled away from him, pushing his face into the bed to keep him back. He looked at you with dazed eyes, his chin glistening from your arousal. Did I do good?

“There’s my sweet baby boy. I knew he was in there” you kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue as you undid the handcuffs. Immediately his hands came up around your face, deepening the kiss as if to say I want you, only you. It wasn’t a part of your plan but you pulled him up into your lap and slid a knee between his legs. “Go on, baby. Come for Mommy”

His eyes screwed shut as he rode your thigh. It didn’t take long, you had him on the edge nearly all day. Once, twice and then he was coming all over your thigh. You showered him with praise and reached over to the nightstand to grab some Kleenex and the bottle of lotion you had put out. You took your time, gently massaging in the lotion and pulling the covers up over him. He tucked himself into your side and rested his head on your breasts, his arms circling your waist and pulling you in close. 

“I’m so sorry, Mommy. I didn’t mean to make you mad. I miss you when we’re on cases.” he murmured into your chest. 

“I know, baby. I miss you too but you know why we don’t have sex on cases.” you sighed and threaded a hand through his hair. He gave you a reluctant nod and buried his face into your chest. You could feel your resolve crumbling. God, you were going so soft for this boy. Was this his plan all along? Probably. 

“But maybe on long cases like this one or when you’re being especially good, I could make an exception. Does that sound ok?” He smiled into the soft skin of your shoulder and sleepily littered a trail of kisses up your neck. 

“That sounds like a dream come true”

[insufferablelust]

THE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE. (iii)

Hi lovelies! Here it is, the third installment to TAAHM, and this has some kissing and lots of build ups so no smut yet, but we’re getting there! oh and as i mentioned this story will be quite dark— i mean not that dark i will never write about rape etc. But the whole generic theme is based on the reader’s psychological state where she’s basically an HSP where she feels twice as much and she becomes obsessed way too quickly. Some of these things are adaption from my personal background so please if you feel uncomfortable you can read other fanfics thank you and read at your own risk! as always excuse the grammars! Xx, D.

WARNINGS : Dark themed, upcoming Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, No smut yet (soon), Detailed Mentions of murder and corpse?, upcoming dark kinks (but not all the time, so expect some vanilla stuff too), SSA!Reader, !more upcoming warnings soon!

masterlist here to check out the first and second chapter!

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{If perfectionism were inches, he’d go on for miles and miles. But if there are none, then he’s one.}

CHAPTER 3

You’re utterly fucked.

His voice played in your head over and over again as you drove back home from the BAU, you can feel that you are physically inside the car but your mind is stuck to where Spencer goes. It’s like he’s taunting you with every passing second, and the thought drove you crazy. You always had a crush on him, but all those months you thought he never liked you, never made an effort to at least get to know you but why now? you wanted to scream out so bad, nails digging into the steering wheel before pulling over the side of the road and grabbed your phone— contemplating whether you listen to your brain saying that he’s toying with you or your heart and your desire to just... text him.

“Do i make you nervous?”

His stupid voice is the one that made your fingers search for his number. You bit your lip harshly as you weigh your options, you could either text him and wait for a possibly long overdue answer or you could just give him a call, It’s not weird giving your coworker a call right? You tried to make sense of yourself before hitting the call button and curses under your breath “fuck it”

“Hello? Y/n? Are you okay?” you took a sharp breath at the sound of his voice, laced with worry. There’s a part inside of you that yearn to tell him that no, you’re not okay because the game you’ve been playing really start to mess with your emotions, except you answered with a tiny “I’m okay, um are you at rossi’s yet?”

He chuckled, “No, i decided not to go, figured that i’m way too tired” your heart clenched, wanting to take care of his tired self,

“well! you should get some rest right now” you hurriedly mumbled, cursing at the sound of your very shaky voice. “Y/n what’s wrong? you know you can tell me anything right?” I have a crush on your stupid ass— thats whats wrong.

“No- no i was about to ask about this uh um the last case—“

“It’s about the question isn’t it?”

“what?” you let out a choked out mewl, taking a deep breath, making a mental note for yourself to just keep breathing.

“The question, Do i make you nervous? isn’t that why you called me?” Your heart raced that if he’s close enough to the phone, you’re convinced he can hear the thump. “Spence— i uh, yeah.” the voice you let out is barely a whisper, you almost hope that he didn’t caught it, but of course he did.

“Is that yes to the question?” You were about to answer his question before he interrupted “You don’t even have to say it Y/n, I know that i make you nervous.”

“How—“

“How would i know? Alright, you never called me before, not unless there’s an emergency or a case, that’s why i got worried when you called. Your breathing—“ he paused for a second, taking a deep breath when he hears the tiny whine that escaped out of your lips, before continuing,

“Your breathing is labored, i can hear you hitches every time i said something that you know is true, i can also hear the way your knee bounce and hitting the dashboard each time- it’s a nervous tic and the only time you do it is when i’m near you. and from the way you stayed silent, trying to keep down any noises is the answer i needed to know that i’m right. The right question isn’t do i make you nervous, but why?”

When he finished talking, you hadn’t even realized that your knees were bouncing, immediately stilled your leg and cleared your throat, pushing every bit of bravery you have left to answer him “My apartment, in an hour. I’ll grab chinese on the way, and we can talk?”

“I’ll be there”

“Okay, ill see you—“

“And princess? drive safe”

Just Fucked.

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Your knees just couldn’t stop shaking with excitement as you set your small dining table with Chinese take outs, you even made sure to have spoon and fork ready for Spencer since he won’t use his chopsticks, smiling at the perfect looking table— you sprinted to your bedroom to check your appearance one last time. Wearing a simple dress and cardigan on top seemed appropriate enough to meet your coworker right? you stare at yourself in the mirror before adjusting the hair that fell down your sides, and taking a deep breath.

Knock, knock

You braced yourself, taking a deep breath before opening the door to see a smiling Spencer still in his work clothes with what looks like bags of candies in his hand— you could’ve sworn you were about to cry because he remembered, he remembered how much you love your candies, reminding you over and over again that the cause of your hyper-ness cant be from candies, “Sugar rush is not a thing (Y/n)” He said once before spewing out more statistics about sugar. But god, don’t you love it.

“Spencer, come in.” You stepped back as you let him in, before closing the door and wait for him to take off his converse and coat. The silence made you nervous, that you don’t even realize that you’re tapping your knuckles on the wooden door until he mentioned it,

“There, you’re nervous.” He dropped the candy bag—practically thrown it on the couch as he cornered you, with his chest pressing against yours and his hand cupping your jaw so delicately that you flutter your eyes shut, engulfing the warmth thats radiating off of him.

“What’s going on inside that pretty head of yours (Y/n)?” He whispered, knuckles brushing over your cheeks ever so slightly, causing the goosebumps to rise at his command, it’s crazy how much control he has over you already like he holds your life in his, but you don’t complained— you want this, you craved it. You have craved the feeling of being obsessed with someone again, it’s been so long since you’ve given up control, and your mind and body just wants a break from all the stress you’ve put yourself through it. And Spencer— Spencer might just be the perfect escape.

“you..” Your voice is thick and scratchy, like something was pressing against your throat, when in reality it was a mixture of lust and desire. “Me? What about me?” His eyes never left yours, as he brush your noses together. He was so close that you can almost taste his skin, you can almost feel the emotions that runs deep within his veins, what is it about Spencer Reid that draws you in so much?

Then he pulled away, with a satisfied grin on his face “I don’t know princess, you tell me” You were about to ask what he meant before the wheels in your head are finally clicking; you were thinking out loud— oh how he loves it when your cheeks are flushed, eyes droop as you endure yet another wave of embarrassment, and something about being this is so raw and exposed- not physically but you can almost sense it, sense how he sees what got you so needy, so powerless against him. It’s almost like he’s seen you naked before; naked below your skin, like he’s seen your insides, every right turns that ignite the fire inside of you, and every right switch that makes you tic and you’d be crazy if you’d say you don’t enjoy every bit of it.

“You know— you know what it is, you just want to taunt me” You gathered enough bravery to speak at last, biting your lower lip right after the words slipped out of your mouth, until his thumb pressed down just below the part that you don’t get to bite and pull. “Y/n, Stop biting your lip, or i’ll bite it for you.” His breathing is shallow, like he’s holding something back, and now is not the time to hold back— you thought. now is the time to just let go.

“Talk is cheap, Dr.Reid” You smiles cheekily— almost borderline bratty, and you know it. But the second those words left your mouth, the look on his face makes you hold out your whine— the look on his face is the look of anger, anger and full of temptation, like when adam bit the forbidden fruit. It was so stern that you almost apologize, wanting nothing more than to please him not disobey him. But before you get the chance, he pressed his lips against yours in a bruising manner.

This is it— the moment you’ve been craving.

The moment his lips touched yours, you surrender all control to him, giving him your all without even asking for anything in return, it’s like you were born to be his— the drunken lust part of your mind doesn’t seem to want to understand the logic behind any of this and how dangerous it is, not when the man you’ve loved for a long time is now sucking on your lower lip and push his tongue in to tangle it with yours. The sounds were filthy, filled with gasps and wet noises, your noses bumps against each other but you couldn’t care less, the oxygen grew thin inside your lungs but none of you seemed to mind, you were savoring each and every passing second of this.

His fingers are warm but the tips are cold suggesting how nervous and excited he was, you tilt your neck backwards as he wrapped them right on your neck, pressing them ever so gently, the pressure is enough to let you gasp out a moan onto the kiss. You both were positively burning from the pleasure, the need, and the lack of oxygen, everything is clouding your senses as much as its clouding his, and before you know it, he has to pull back in order for you both to still go to work tomorrow.

Gasping, you gulped down as much oxygen as possible as your knees buckled, you’re pretty sure you would’ve fell if it weren’t for his tight grip. You both calmed down, before coming back to your senses, everything is blurry and fuzzy inside your mind, yet you smiled— looking up at his disheveled state and smiled, “What does this mean?” is the only question you can get out of your chest.

“I— i may or may not have a crush on you Y/n..” he trailed off, licking his lips as he took a step back, his movements were so calculated and gentle that you’re afraid you had said something wrong that makes his demeanor changed— as if he didn’t know how happy you were to found out that your love for him isn’t one sided.

Gently, you reached for his hand then drag him with you down to sit on the sofa, grabbing the candy bag and picked out a cherry lollipop. Spencer let out a chuckle as he shakes his head— looking at you as you peeled the wrapper.

“What?”

“Nothing..”

“Spencer what?” You pouts as you hold the lollipop between your fingers, waiting for him to answer, “nothing, you just.. that’s your favorite” he smiled “i remembered the first day you joined, you were so nervous that you didn’t even realized you were still sucking on your cherry lollipop, only letting go of them when you saw me and your jaw—“

“Okay, you can stop now!” You paused him, pushing the lollipop through his lips, hiding your face on the crook of your arms, he laughs loudly as you hit his chest twice,

“Hey i’m just saying facts Princess, you were so cute i almost had the mind to bend you over the desk that very moment the lollipop dropped out of you gaping jaw.” He always managed to make every cell in your body feel like they’re being burned but- the good burn. You couldn’t help but to clench your thighs at his ‘facts’. This is the Spencer reid you never knew existed behind all the books and statistics. And you can’t lie and say that you didn’t love both because you love everything about him.

“Then why don’t you?”

“Because that’ll not be appropriate would it baby? In a work place after all, or have you thought about that before hm? me bending you over my table when everyone’s watching as you suck on these little lollipops that you love so much?” He pulled the lollipop out of his lips before smearing the sticky top on your lips, before throwing it to the trash can then pressing his lips on yours to kiss you again, this time gentler.

He took his time on devouring you, savoring every inch of your lips, and the depth of warmth inside your mouth like he was trying to imprint the feeling inside his memory so he could relived it over and over again— well he didn’t have to, you are his.

He pulled back gently as he smiled at you, you searched his eyes to know what he’s worrying about, and you knew exactly what it is. “I- i have had the longest crush on you too.. Spencer” You mumbled, playing with your fingers and reminiscing the taste of his lips on yours as you ran your tongue over them.

“But we can’t...”

“I know you’d say that.”

“How?”

“Lets just say, you were not as good at keeping your secrets as you thought you were, Princess.”

Your heart dropped and for the hundredth time that night, you knew you’re fucked for real this time.

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TBC!

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[okimargarvez]

THE PUNISHER- 1

Original title: The punisher.

Prompt: mental and physical torture, guilt, contrast love, dark drama, punishment.

Warnings: Luke OOC, sexual content.

Genre: romantic, smut, comedy, angst, drama, friendship.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, BAU team, Roxy.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot.

Legend: 💏😘😈👓🔦🐶❗👻.

Song mentioned: none.

The Punisher- Masterlist

GARVEZ STORIES

Note: this story stems from the vision of the program "Monster in my family”. I repeat: Luke is OOC, especially in the last parts of this story. If you don’t want to read, don’t do it.    

Part 1

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About a month before

 A simple evening with the team. Nothing else. There will also be the new agent (ex-new), but it doesn't matter, she'll be able to bear him, at least for one night. There is to celebrate. They finally caught Mr. Scratch. Hotch will stop hiding. Spencer will leave the prison. Everything will be great.

So why does she feel that emptiness inside?

It's an evening just for smiling. She is the queen of smiles, hugs, anything positive and full of joy. Yet she sounds terribly false her voice as she greets the others and reaches them at the table. Obviously the only free place is between Walker and Luke. Well, it will mean that she'll focus on the real newcomer and on his baritone and relaxing voice.

-Garcia, what a beautiful bag!- Tara is right. Dressed in that way the brunette is almost unrecognizable. The mission is much simpler than expected. Agent Alvez ignores her completely, joking all the time with JJ and Rossi. Well, what do you expect? That he would did more, just because some time ago he tried to console you for Reid ? You sent him away, stupid. Or at least you tried. In order to get rid of that voice from the head, she decides to get up and go to the area where some people dancing. She really does not intend to do it, doesn't even think about it. It was more pleasant to watch Morgan doing it, even if him was immediately surrounded by female specimens of the most varied genre, attracted like bees to honey, flies to...

-Hey, baby, you're all alone?- she looks up and sees a man who is about her age, the look of someone who drank a few too much beer, empty, however well dressed and combed. She tries to ignore him, but him grabs her arm and tries to bring her closer to his body. -Where are you going? I just asked you a question. It's education to answer.- oh no, the bad and controversial binge. She is about to turn to the table with the others to see if anyone has noticed, but before she can succeed, a hand is rests on the man's arm and tightens until the grip on her is loosened.

-You don't hear, friend?- she recognizes her savior by his voice and remains speechless. -The lady said she isn't interested.- it seems like a line from a fifties movie.

-Actually, she didn't say not...- he is silenced by another dirty look and eventually the guy disappears. With great difficulty, she strives to lay her eyes on him. With that light blue shirt, he's more attractive than usual, the old-fashioned pants... and doesn't need many accessories to seem handsome. She must be able to thank him. Even if he interfered in things that didn't concern him... yet. It's too difficult and all she can do is give him a smile.

-Are you ok?- he seems worried. She nods. -This place is filling up with scum, lately ...- he does everything to start talking, or it's just an impression? -Garcia...- he hesitates -You want to go take a walk?- and now? But she can't say no and then follows him to the exit. She has time to catch the strange and mischievous looks of their friends and colleagues. -There's one thing I have to tell you, a burden from which I have to free myself... I can't keep it up.- it can't be that what she thinks is about to happen. It's not possible. But everything leaves believe this. He takes her by the shoulders, as if to seek strength from contact with her -I'm in love with you, Penelope and I'm practically from the first moment I saw you. I think you're beautiful and I struggle to keep my eyes away by your body, when you're not there I imagine you, at night, by day, with open or closed eyes. You're always in my mind. Seeing you feel so bad for Reid killed me. Hearing you joke with Walker made me so much jealous. I can't even think of you with Morgan, how it must have been your relationship... I can't. I just want you to look at me at least once in the way you looked always at my dog.- the speech was too long and in the end he is silent. Gradually the emphasis seems to leave the human body and keep only mix of sadness and despondency. As if he was convinced that she can't feel anything for him.

He actually said this. He said he is in love with me. Love at first sight. I can trust? It could be a joke, or put to the test, like that of Tara with the story of his brother, about how I wouldn't be able to keep to myself a private conversation? They wouldn't go that far. All's fair, but don't play with feelings. But if he is sincere, he is definitely waiting for an answer and she can't even open her mouth, let alone to make him understand that she likes him. So, there's only one thing to do. And if it was a joke, at least she'll take off the pleasure.

Penelope puts her hands on his shoulders and bracing herself rises on tiptoe to put their faces at the same height. I said that he was too tall. I need a ladder to reach his lips. She leaves spend a moment in which stares intently in his dark eyes as hers and then leans her mouth on his gently. When she tries to move away, she feels his arms wrap her back and press her firmly against his body. She feels all the muscles through the thin layer of tissue, and something else, that moving lower. This can really there for me? Judging by how he leads her in this waltz of tongues, the answer is yes.

After they nearly ended in apnea, while maintaining tight control over her, he approaches his lips to her ear and whispers -We're moving to a place... more comfortable?- if she was another person, if she was one of those women with super model physical, perhaps she would think that he just wants to sleep with her. But someone like her, things like that don0t happen. However...

-But... and the others?- all she can say as a protest. He shrugs indifferent. The hand so big and hot lands on her right hip with his fingers toward down, a bit 'too enterprising as to leave foreshadow what awaits her.

-I go in and I say that you don't feel very well and cause I have to get up early, I'll take you home.- he simply offers. She would never have done him so strategist. In fact, she doesn't know what imagined about him. She knows so little about him. And that doesn't make him even more intriguing? If she had a mirror might be able to see what looks abandoned and nods, as she drifts like a mannequin into the car with him, the way she wears the seat belt and promises to wait for him there. As soon as he disappears inside the room, her curiosity gets the better and she opens the dashboard, seeks to capture more information as possible from what it's inside. But she remains disappointing. As well as his desk, it's just as empty and anonymous. She closes it with a disappointed sigh. Then she starts to giggle with nervousness.

Fortunately, Luke reappears after a few minutes. He opens the door, check that the rearview mirror is correctly positioned and then, grabbing her chin, greets her with a kiss that makes immediately tighten the eyelids to Penelope. She usually isn't leave so much the reins to another, but with him comes naturally, is very different from Kevin or Sam. She detaches but keeps only a few millimeters between them -Now we can go.- his smile is sly, satisfied. Gratified.

 -Why don't we play a game, Penelope?- the request had seemed strange, but in the end she had never liked the normality. And so, she had accepted, without knowing what game. Big mistake. The first in a long series. -Do you like role playing?- her perfectly groomed eyebrows were arched in surprise. He doesn't want to playing doctor and nurse? Fortunately, the imagination of the ex-agent of the task force was much more developed. He hadn't waited her answer too long. -You are a young attractive woman- the latter adjective had sounded as if he were describing a dessert, suggesting to clients to try it -which comes home after a long day of work. You put the key in the lock- she was beginning to see puns everywhere? -then you place your hand on the knob and open the door. You close it behind yourself. You're exhausted and therefore you don't mind the fact that the window is slightly open and the wind is doing dancing the curtains.- a poet, a screenwriter hid behind those muscles and that dark hair and curls -You direct to the bathroom and you start undress and throw your clothes and with them the stress you have accumulated in all these hours. You take your clothes off very slowly. Every move you made seems to be directed toward an outside observer. When you're completely naked, you open water to take a shower, but at the last you remember that the bubble bath is finished. And when you turn to pick another...- yes, she felt fear in hearing him tell a synopsis of the genre, it had reminded her Psycho and beyond. But she couldn't deny having feel too many chills and vibrations and something down there, it was moving in her too.

And then there she was to carry out his instructions very carefully. After being a few minutes in the car to give him time to get it first and make sure that Roxy didn't become a third wheel. She opens the door, moves so nonchalant, thinking of being on a stage and not in real life. She likes to play. She goes to the bathroom, trembling but not showing it on the outside. To know that he is back there and that soon he'll see her natural, it makes her very anxious. And if it doesn't please him the show? But he is not a kid and she never wore things that suggest him horizons that couldn't be reached. He's got to get an idea of ​​what hid her clothes, which are now a pine cone of strips accumulated at her feet. Soon they are also achieved by the underwear. Penelope only wears her glasses, when she does the last action prescribed by her director for a night. At the exact moment when she turns his back to the shower curtain and whoever is behind it, to grab the bottle, she doesn't know what she should be expected.

Certainly not a rough hand that goes to cover her left breast, while the other sends a few fingers to exploration of unknown places. And although he is being completely busy, he is able to make her turn in his direction and kisses her, obtaining in this way the complete control over every part of her. No need to lubricate her, because she is already excited and ready for the next step. But he seems to have intended to extend more this strange game. Occasionally he is sinking with greater force, almost hurting her, only to re-emerge and immediately return inside. If she were not unable to do so, the blonde would scream at the top of her lungs, but her moans turn off inside Luke's mouth. And these are just the fingers. Think the rest...

When he seems to loosen his grip for a few seconds, Penelope finally opens her eyes and realizes that he has no clothes too. His chest spark, sweat caressing his muscles. She sees her own hands groped to brush it, almost with fear that might prove to be a chimera.

-You are so beautiful, Penelope, so infinitely beautiful. I would spend hours looking at you.- and she believes him, because basically the human being clings to what it can to survive. And she needs to feel loved, desirable, perhaps both together. He makes her walk backwards, at every step she risks of stumbling, but two male arms are there to support her. At the end she collides with something soft that she understands is a mattress. Luke raises her to the hips and puts her on it. She opens her eyes to see his eager expression. He really wants me so much? But how can he pretend so good, not being porn star? -I want to show you how I'm crazy about you... don't do anything and just relax...- it's easy to say this! He passes a hand over her eyes and pushes her to tighten the eyelids. Quickly the fingers return to deal with the lower part of her body, making precise movements and always different; but this time she doesn't have his hand to stop her to express all the pleasure she feels. After some initial embarrassment the blonde leaves herself go completely, allowing feelings to drag her into their vortex. Too soon she feels a contraction, the muscles stiffening and a liquid substance but dense come out of her. She can't do without blushes, but the fear wears off quickly when she lifts the eyelashes and she sees the satisfied expression of man, like him was the one that has had an orgasm. -You are more relaxed, now?- he asks and Penelope can only nod. Since she has entered to this house she seems to have lost the power of speech.

Luke smiles, then decides to devote himself to another area of ​​her, which is particularly interesting. -You have no idea how difficult it was to stay focused on the case, when the screen turned on and you appeared, with your colorful clothes and your necklines... unseemly.- he chuckles and manages to make her laugh too. -I saw them there and they called me, like the sirens of Odysseus, with their songs attracted me and I just wanted to cross that transparent wall and finally be captured, to discover what was left to the intuition...- he speaks so good, how good he is to flatter her. It makes her pleasure to think that she has (not completely voluntarily) put him in difficulty. Imagine him as he tried to follow the speeches of others and instead what went through his head was of a very different nature... Penelope runs her tongue over her lips, unable to hide the excitement caused by this fantasy. Luke doesn't go straight to the point, but he starts from below: from the sides of her, he touches the ribs, goes up to the shoulders and then, finally, he reaches the goal. Penelope feels shortness of breath when he first holds one breast and then the other, then both together. The rough tongue makes fun of her nipples and Penelope feels faint. She needs him to do it now; she can't resist for a long time.

And maybe what he wants is just that. -Please- she pleads him, not so differently than when he had found her in tears in her office, after she had returned from her visit to Spencer. -Please, Luke.- she replies -I cannot resist.- he stops doing what he was doing and stares her intensely. His pupils light up.

He doesn't need further pleading. The phrase that was about to turn from thought into words, is cut short in the bud and stops in Penelope's throat. Before she can even just open her mouth all the oxygen is torn off by a thrust, an intrusion that burned her. -Oh, it's so beautiful.- fortunately, she is not fully aware of the absurdities she utters. She follows his movements, she moves with him, tightens her legs around his chest to try to get even more invasive penetration. Nothing else exists: not the time before, nor the ghosts of her ex (Shane, Kevin, Sam) nor that of Battle, nor that of Derek, but not even the time after; there is only the natural scent of his skin, that of something else that she isn't able to identify, perhaps the result of the meeting of their fluids (by the way, he didn't wear a condom), there is the naked skin that rubs at each new surge, her nails planted in his back and at one point their hands intertwine, those of her with palm up, like a prisoner. She isn't able to formulate too coherent thoughts, but only to give herself to the idiot, for not having allowed herself first the privilege to discover the hidden talents of the profiler in formation.

And then a senseless melancholy takes over. No matter how beautiful and overwhelming it may be, I don't just want sex. And so far, Luke seems to have been interested in just that. And what do you want? Penelope1 asks to Penelope2. I want... walks with Roxy. Romantic dinners in strange places. Text like "We're coming, I missed you". A shoulder to cry on. Ears willing to listen to my nonsense. But above all... a person who falls in love with my sad look and not with my smile, is the answer of the latter. It's something that has always happened to her, that of having moments in which the excitement seems to vanish all at once.

She doesn't know if he realizes it, but he presses her harder on the bed, making her feel as if she couldn't do anything to stop what is happening, only endure it. And this thing reignites the spark, just in time to feel invaded by his semen. He doesn't move away immediately, he stays there. To wrap her like a human blanket. After a few seconds he hugs her and places her head on his chest. And after some time, he takes her chin with one hand to lay his lips on hers. Their legs intertwine.

-I have always dreamed of seeing you wear my shirt... at least from the first time you called me Newbie...- Luke breaks the silence, while the hands caress her cheeks, hair, everything they find in their path. Penelope shows herself for once strangely shy, by her standards.

-Are... are you sure I'll can wear it?- she tries to joke, but the irony goes off instantly in the clash with what she feels like a sad truth. And maybe a part of the blonde wants to test him.

-Did not you believe me when I told you you're beautiful? I can't imagine you different than you are. Your generous curves remind me of the Venus of Botticelli.- he knows also art? But who is he? -The aesthetic beauty standards haven't always been those of today, you know it, no?- he not wait for her to nod. -In prehistoric cultures the ideal woman was even more shapely than you.- he laughs, a laugh with soft hints. He grabs the cell phone that is on the bedside table. He types some terms and then he shows her the result. He used Venus of Willendorf as a research key. The image is that of a statuette representing a stylized female figure: the characteristics typical of the genre, the prosperous bosom, the lower abdomen and wide hips; the rest is hardly sketched. Penelope's eyes widen, her eyelids blink. -What mattered, once, was that the woman was fertile and this could hardly happened, if she was a manikin who could barely standing!- Luke manages to snatch a smile from her. -You want to show so strong, Garcia- he voluntarily calls her by last name -but inside, you're so insecure. Don't let be conditioned you by the system. Don't do what you reproach others.- what the heck she can replay? Why he does make her feel so stupid and ignorant? Is not that Spencer has taken over the body of Agent Alvez?

The blonde thanks him with a tender kiss. -So... that shirt?- they burst out laughing.

 During the night Penelope has a nightmare and once gone out of it, she is afraid to open her eyes and discover that it's reality. But gradually she feels a pleasant weight, that of the man's arm around her waist. And when she trying to move her legs, the movement is partially prevented by a ball of about thirty kilos, including the hair. So, she immediately goes back to sleep with a relaxed and satisfied sigh, like the purr of the cat that she doesn't have.

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