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daydreamgoddess14 · 9 days ago

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Could you do Garvez with #7, a snowball fight? Pretty please? Preferably starting as friends but ending with them together.

suggestion: ending in a scene where they trip and fall on top of each other in the snow and they kiss for the first time?

Impeccable Aim ❄️

Hi love!! Thank you so much for your request 😊 It's been an age since I wrote for these cuties, so I'm wildly out of practice! Hopefully, I've done this justice for you 💜

Luke Alvez x Penelope Garcia

Penelope Garcia was not a fan of winter. Specifically, wintry weather. Rain, wind… snow?! The only benefits of days like these were being able to curl up on the sofa with a book and a hot chocolate - one doctored with the heavenly spiced orange liqueur Rossi had gifted her. The spicy notes of the spiced orange liqueur mixed with the rich chocolate hit her tongue, instantly warming her up and transporting her mind to a place free of snow and ice.

As she took another sip, there was a sudden knock at her door.

She struggled to untangle her legs from the blanket, "be right there," she called out, buying time.

"It's Luke, you OK?"

"What're you doing here?" She muttered quietly. She finally managed to free herself from the blanket, nearly stumbling as she made her way to the door. As she flung it open, she was met, as promised, with the sight of Luke standing on her doorstep.

"Newbie," she exclaimed, surprise etched across her face. "What on earth are you doing here?”

He flashed her a smile, handing her a box of cookies.

"Special delivery," he said, stamping snow from his boots onto the coarse mat outside her door.

She stared at him in disbelief, "You drove here?!"

He shrugged nonchalantly, "I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd see if you were doing alright, cooped up in here alone."

She frowned, gesturing outside. "But it's awful out there,”she queried.

"Ahh, it's not that bad. My truck," he told her, "is ideal for this. Do, you doing OK?"

"Yeah, sorry, come on in," she held open the door for him

"Thanks." he said as he stepped past her, a hint of a smile on his face at her invitation.

He shrugged out of his coat, revealing a snug sweater underneath, the epitome of cosy

She shivered.

"Are you cold?" he frowned.

"No, no. hot chocolate? You can either have the Rossi special, or the boring alcohol free version,” she offered.

He followed her further into the apartment, his eyes taking in the familiar surroundings.

"I think I'll stick to the safe version, I know your alcohol measures," he teased. “I won't stay long, it's getting dicey out there.”

Penelope carefully stirred the mixture on the stovetop, watching the chocolate slowly melt and transform under her watchful gaze. With a generous handful of real chocolate flakes and a sprinkle of sea salt, she stirred until the concoction was smooth and creamy.

She took a spoonful, tasting the rich, velvety liquid and nodded in satisfaction. It was just right.

She added a healthy glug of the spiced liqueur to her own cup, watching the liquid mix in with the hot chocolate and then poured Luke's hot chocolate into his mug. She carefully topped them both with a generous dollop of whip cream.

With a knowing smile, she turned to him. "Marshmallows?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

He chuckled, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Do you even need to ask? Of course!”

"So, how you holding up?" he asked. "You need anything?"

"I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Alvez," she warned.

He chuckled at her defensive tone. "I know you are, Pen. I don't doubt your independence for a second. I was just checking in."

He took his hot chocolate to the sofa and sat down, draping his arm along the back as he looked up at her with a twinkle in his eye. "Just trying to be a good friend.”

"Sorry," she mumbled. "I didn't mean to sound so defensive.”

He smiled at her apology, genuinely touched by her sincere tone.

She took a seat next to him and clinked her mug against his. "Cheers. I hope this clears up soon.”

He laughed, gently bumping his own mug against hers. "Cheers to that. I am not built for winter. Good thing I've got the truck.”

Luke blew the whip cream on his hot chocolate, watching as it melted slightly into the cocoa.

She laughed. "I do not think my little car will get very far in this.”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling in amusement. "No, I think your little car won't make it onto the road."

He took another careful sip of his hot chocolate, savoring the smoothness of the whipped cream blending into the rich cocoa.

"Want me to pick you up tomorrow? So you don't have to drive to the office?”

She raised an eyebrow, surprised by his offer. "You're really willing to pick me up tomorrow? In this weather?"

She was skeptical of his intentions, but a small part of her was warmed by the gesture.

"It's what friends do, Penelope." he told her with a wry smile.

He finished the hot chocolate and took his mug to the sink, "I should get back before it starts coming down again.”

"You're probably right," she admitted reluctantly.

There was a part of her that didn't want him to leave, but she refused to acknowledge it.

"Thank you, Luke," she said sincerely. "It means a lot that you stopped by."

"Anytime, Pen. you know that.”

He smiled warmly at her gratitude, touched by her appreciation. "It was no trouble, I just wanted to make sure you were doing alright. You know I always have your back.”

He shrugged his thick jacket back on and took a step towards her, as if unsure how to say goodbye.

He looked down at her, his eyes meeting hers, "Well, I better get going.”

He gave her one final wave goodbye before he headed down the communal hallway and out of sight. She stood at the window, watching as he made his way to his truck and got in.

He started up the engine, which roared to life with a powerful hum. With a cough and a splutter, the engine croaked. He stepped on the gas pedal, hoping the truck would come back to life without any problems. He tried again, but the same sound echoed through the night air. His frown deepened as he leaned forward, clearly frustrated with the vehicle's reluctance to start.

Moving without thought, Penelope tugged on her snow boots and a jacket and went out, knocking lightly on the window of the truck.

He looked up, surprised and rolled it down, a mixture of confusion and relief washing over him when he realised it was Penelope.

"What're you doing out here?" he asked, leaning out of the window to speak to her.

"Do you need some help?" she asked, teeth chattering.

"No, Pen, you'll freeze out here."

"Don't be ridiculous, come on. what can I do?"

He popped the hood of the truck and stepped down, gesturing for her to take his spot.

He grumbled under his breath, knowing that refusing her help was a lost cause. "Get in for a minute, warm up a bit while I take a look.”

He peered at the engine, waving his phone flashlight to see properly.

"Turn the engine over for me?" he called from the front of the car. Penelope did as he asked, the truck rumbled to life for a brief moment before sputtering and dying down again.

He swore under his breath, clearly frustrated with the vehicle's defiance. "It wasn't this bad earlier," he muttered as he tried to inspect the engine.

"Again?" he asked.

This time there was no answer. "Garcia?"

"Here," she appeared next to him.

He stepped back, allowing her to look into the engine. "Any clue what could be wrong with it?" he asked, his voice gruff with frustration.

The cold air made his breath visible, and the light from the street lamp cast an eerie glow over the two of them as they huddled over the engine.

"Not my strong suit. Should you call breakdown?”

He scratched the back of his head, clearly not thrilled with the idea. "I could, but it'll take a while for them to get here. I was hoping we could fix it ourselves. Maybe it's just a loose wire or something simple.”

"It could be worse than that, you don't want to get stuck in this. Come on inside while we call them and wait." She told him, as she made her way back to the apartment door, she suddenly felt a small thud on her back. She turned around to see Luke standing there, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

He held up a snowball, a smirk on his face. "Sorry, I couldn't resist," he teased.

Her jaw dropped.

"Seriously, newbie?"

His grin widened as he continued his attack with a second snowball. This time, it landed right at her feet, sending a flurry of snow up over her boots.

There was a playful challenge in his eyes, daring her to retaliate.

She quickly bent down and scooped up a handful of the snow from the nearby wall, molding it into a tight snowball.

He watched her, his eyes tracking her every move with a hint of wariness in his gaze. He seemed to be bracing himself for the inevitable attack.

"How's your aim?" He taunted bravely. Penelope smirked.

She gripped the snowball tightly, feeling the icy cold in her palm. "Oh, my aim is impeccable," she retorted, a sly grin spreading across her face.

She took aim and hurled the snowball straight at him.

The snowball found its target, landing with remarkable precision in the collar of his coat. A gasp of surprise escaped him as the snow seeped into his skin, causing him to wince slightly.

He looked at her with a mix of admiration and a hint of irritation, surprised by her accuracy.

"Not bad, chica. not bad," he scooped up more snow and took another shot, his competitive nature rising to the challenge.

He took aim and flung it towards her with all his might.

She let out a small shriek, barely dodging the snowball that would have struck her hip.

A cheeky smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she quickly scooped up more snow for her counterattack.

This time, her aim was off as the snowball sailed past him and landed harmlessly in the snow a few feet away.

He laughed loudly at her missed attempt, a cocky smirk on his face. "You really need to work on your aim," he teased. "Impeccable my ass."

She rolled her eyes at his taunt. "Oh, come on, I was just warming up," she retorted with a scoff.

She quickly crafted another snowball, determined to redeem herself and land a hit on him.

"Get ready, Alvez," she warned.

His eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Bring it on, Penelope," he taunted, bracing himself for her throw.

She took a different approach, instead of immediately throwing the snowball, she walked deliberately towards him.

His eyes widened in surprise as she neared, his mind racing to anticipate her next move. But before he could react, she launched the snowball directly at him.

It landed on his chest, covering his coat in snow. With a laugh, he took up more snow and set off towards Penelope, closing the space between them, she shrieked again and tried to run from him, giggling.

He pursued her with determination, closing in on her quickly as he clutched the snowball tightly and took aim.

He hurled the snowball towards her, aiming for the collar of her coat. It landed with precision.

She gasped in shock, breathlessly spluttering at the shock of the cold.

He laughed at her reaction, pleased with the outcome. He closed the remaining distance between them, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

“You done now?” he asked.

“Are you done now? she retorted.

He raised an eyebrow at her indignation and couldn't help but smirk.

"Oh, I'm far from done. This is just getting started," he responded, gathering more snow in his hands.

Her eyes widened with alarm as she backed up, feeling her foot catch on a hidden patch of ice. She stumbled, her balance rocked, and she began to fall backwards in the deep snow.

Just before she was about to hit the ground, she felt a strong, steadying hand on her arm. Luke caught her in his firm grip, preventing her from taking a hard fall.

He gently guided her back to her feet, his arms still holding her steady until she was stable once more.

"Maybe we should call it quits," he murmured. His eyebrows furrowed with a mixture of concern and something else as he felt her cool hand, holding a lump of snow at the back of his neck.

A shiver ran down his spine as the snow melted and dripped down his shirt, the cold seeping through the fabric and against his skin.

"Are you kidding?!" He exclaimed. Penelope laughed.

"Couldn't resist," she teased.

“Jeez,” he exclaimed, feigning annoyance. "I can get you back, you know," he teased.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah,"

"Prove it," Penelope dared him.

Without warning, he surged forward and captured her lips in a fierce kiss, crashing against her unexpectedly.

The shift in their combined centre of gravity sent Penelope backwards again.

This time, Luke was standing far too close to be able to prevent their fall.

She tumbled back, the thick, fresh snow breaking their fall.

He felt her body tense up, sensing her surprise at his sudden move and their fall. He began to pull back, worried that he'd hurt her or crossed a line. Penelope’s cool hand on his cheek prevented him from moving away completely.

He looked at her, his eyes searching her face to gauge her reaction.

"I'm sorry," he started. To his surprise, she smiled. Her smile caught him off guard. He paused, his apology suspended in the air.

She looked at him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. He took a deep breath, willing himself to say something worthy of the moment.

"No apologies necessary," she said, a soft smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "That kiss was worth the surprise. And the fall, though I do have a very cold butt now.”

“Why don't we go in?” He suggested with a relieved smile, “I might let you make me a real drink after all.”

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