The loud rumbling boomed overhead causing Penelope to jump off of her couch and groan as the wine she was sipping on sloshes over the rim of her glass and onto the white shirt she was wearing. She's already annoyed by the latest case, having had to go deeper into the web that she was supposed to in order to catch the UnSub. Currently, Penelope was worried about if she was going to be reprimanded any day now and the raging storm wasn't helping her feel any more at ease. She waits until the thunder subsides before peeling the white t-shirt from her body and placing her feet on the floor in order to find another shirt to slide on. A flash of lightning illuminates her apartment and Penelope picks up the speed to her clean laundry and digs a shirt out of its depths. She lets out a shrill scream when another loud bang is heard from her door. The blonde woman rolls her eyes and walks quickly to answer the knocking, ready to curse the person on the other side for scaring her. Peeking through the hole while putting on her replacement shirt, Penelope rolls her eyes and pulls the door open.

"I checked the weather," Luke says, handing her a carton of ice cream while walking past her into the apartment. He whistles while walking into her kitchen, his tanned hands reaching out to pull open drawers in search of her spoons. When she turns around again Roxy is sitting beside her couch, her large eyes pleading to jump up onto the furniture.

"Go ahead, sweet girl," Penelope mutters while closing the door softly behind them. Walking into the kitchen, and dropping the ice cream onto the counter, she grabs a towel from the drawer and begins blotting the red wine stain on her shirt, trying to draw the excess wine from the fabric. Honestly, she's not even sure why she is bothering since the shirt was old and barely cost five dollars at the local Target. Rolling her eyes again, Penelope tosses the shirt into the trash can and turns to stare at the man who was holding two spoons up with a look of triumph on his face. Another loud bang of thunder can be heard overhead and Penelope lets out a low whine before reaching out for a spoon.

"Pretty sure Golden Girls is on," he tells her before tossing himself onto the couch and kicking off his shoes. Turning off the light, Penelope grabs the carton of ice cream and rushes back to the living room as another flash of lightning illuminates the entire apartment. She's curled into his side with her eyes closed as the next roll of thunder booms around them. Luke takes the carton of mint chocolate chip ice cream from her hands, opens it, and reaches forward to turn on the tv before propping his feet on her coffee table. When she does open her eyes, Penelope notices that he's in the same outfit from the last time they were curled together like this and she finds the soft material of his clothes comforting.

"Luke," she begins, glancing up at his stubbled chin. He had come into work clean shaven a few days ago and Penelope had wasted no time in telling him that either he brought the beard back or he could leave. He hums to let her know that he's listening as he keeps his moving his eyes between the tv and the ice cream. She's not entirely sure what she wanted to say to the man, for the words that want to spill from her mouth have less to do with being grateful and more to do with… "thanks for coming." She settles for something platonic and relaxes as his left arm wraps around her shoulder and pulls her body closer to him. He leans down and brushes his lips against her forehead.

"Anything for you, lightning bug." The nickname is cute, she surmises with a small smile. Another flash of light followed immediately by a loud bang, that causes even Roxy to jump, sends tears to Penelope's eyes. It wasn't lost on her that it was a night like this when she learned about her parent's passing away, it was a night like this when Derek told her that he was moving back to Chicago, it was a night like this when Sam told her that it was over. It was nights like this when her world always seemed to fall apart. She was so engrossed in the thoughts of her past that she didn't feel Luke angle his body towards her. Trembling with the force of the sobs that overtook her body distracted her from the feeling of his calloused hands cupping her cheeks, his thumbs coming up to brush the teardrops from her cheeks. So focused on the words that others had spoken to her on nights filled with terror, was she, that she didn't hear him when he spoke soothingly to her. Telling her that everything was going to be okay, that he was here, that he wasn't going anywhere.

She doesn't blink when he presses his lips to her left cheek and then her right, doesn't blink when he presses his lips to the tip of her nose and then her chin, doesn't blink when he presses his lips to her forehead and lets out a sigh, and she doesn't blink when he finally presses his lips to her mouth. It's a shock to her, yes, to feel the pressure of his lips moving against hers, but it's not unwelcome in the moment. A distraction, one that she would indulge in forever if time would let them. Penelope reaches out to place the ice cream onto the floor, the carton already dripping onto her clothes, furniture, and rug but she doesn't care. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulls the man closer to her. Penelope opens her mouth against his, taking in a breath and letting out a moan while dragging him on top of her. She closes her eyes as the next bout of lightning flashes through the room and when the rumble of thunder begins, she can't hear it over the sound of his moans in her ears.

When she awakes some hours later the storm has passed and Penelope is laying between his legs on her couch with her head laying comfortably on his stomach, a blanket tossed casually over their naked bodies. His fingers are trailing through her hair and down her back so softly she would think that she's imagining the entire interaction. She takes her time opening her eyes, instead listening to the thundering rhythm of his heartbeat under her ear, and the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.

"I know you're awake," his voice is raspy, heavy with sleep and if she was being honest...desire. Slowly, Penelope opens her eyes and glances up at the man, a sly smile spreading across her lips. Heat rises into her cheeks at the sight of his lips, swollen from her kisses and bites. His neck: peppered with small red blotches from where she couldn't control herself from biting and sucking as he drove into her. His chest: where she could still see the crescent shapes her nails had indented into his skin as she rode him. A part of her has the decency to feel ashamed at the obvious marks she left on the man, but she knew that she was always very vocal and very obvious in her sex life. Penelope wasn't ashamed to let others know that she had been there and that she had thoroughly enjoyed herself.

"How long have we been asleep?" He glances over at the clock quickly, his fingers curling over her bare hip. She shivers, sliding herself further up his body, a hiss escaping her lips as she drags her breasts across the plane of his stomach. Penelope looks down and notices the bite marks on her breasts, realizing that he had marked her as much as she marked him.

"About two hours," he whispers, letting his hands curl around the curve of her bottom. She moans as he grips her cheeks and rolls his hips forward, sliding his hardened cock through her folds. Penelope slides forward again, placing her knees on either side of his waist.

"Should we talk about this?" The question lingers between them as Penelope leans down to brush her lips across his forehead.

"Later," he replies, aligning himself with her entrance and lifting his hips. Gasping, she sinks down onto him, letting her head fall on the arm of the couch. His hands are still gripping her ass, using them to slowly slide her down his shaft and back up.

No, it's not often that Penelope Garcia is appreciative of thunderstorms and the fear they elicit in her, but as she clamps her mouth onto the taut skin of his neck, she tells herself that maybe they're not so bad after all.