Never letting you go (Penelope x reader)

The one in the bathtub

A/n please tell me that someone knows where this scene is from?

<The day before Christmas eve>

Y/n pov

"So, who's your favourite Friends friend? Mine's Phoebe" Penelope says in a first date tone. Like it's not something she already knows. I just look up at her, sitting on the side of the bathtub. "You come here often?" she says, glancing down and i can't help but smile a little but hide it by taking a sip out of her wine. The thing i'm finally allowed to drink again. This would be the perfect monthiversary if she was actually in the water with me. One month, officially, with this beautiful woman who never ceases to surprise me. And i hope she never does.

"Unfortunately no" i answer with a similar tone. Though it is a place i've spent a lot of time in, the bathtub i mean. Filled with bubbles, a few lighted candles and of course we have the wonderful lady who always sits in front of me. But not this time, this time it's just me in the water. Me being completely nacked under the bubbles and her dressed in one of her stunning flower dresses. This time she takes a sip out of the wine before taking to word again.

"Wops, i've dropped my ring in the tub" her voice is laced with that sweet lustfullness that i can't, and doens't want to, stop hearing. Her hand goes to my knee that's just above the surface, to move it towards her and spread my legs a bit. Her hands trace my inner thigh as she leans down. Now a smile breaks on my face as i look into her lustful eyes, only to have my own mirrored back at me. Fingertips brush against the middle and i can't help but feel a relaxed feeling down my spine, holding a little tighter on the tub sides to make sure i stay above water.

"I still can't find it, i'm sorry" and without moving her hand from grazing underwater, she leans forward as i lift myself up to meet her. My breath is uneven and is becoming faster as our lips move in sync as usual. And even though that's the case, everytime still feels as wonderful as the first time. I feel myself become more intoxicated by her taste, and not just from the wine, i can handle my liquor. That is until the doorbell rings and we pull apart a few inches. "Fuck me"

"Okay" i breath out as a programmed answer, like instincts have taken over. I even bite my lower lips to stop myself from pulling her back down.

"That must be Mark with the keys" Penelope says and i can't help but think how i'm loaning out mine and my ex-fiances apartment to my brother and his girlfriend. Maybe i should just keep the apartment for those kinds of trips. I mean, we're two couples who can't keep their hands off each other, we all need the privacy.

"Can i shot him?" i ask irritated as her hand comes out of the water. A towel in her other hands dries it. Also Mark has been here quite a lot in the last two months since i was shot. I don't blame him but i don't need a babysitter, i'm not twelve.

"Don't go anywhere, i'll be back" she says, putting down her wineglass on the sink before heading out to answer the door. I hear the door open and there is a whole minute of quiet before a man's voice speaks. I can't hear what he's saying but i know that it's not my brother's voice. I get myself out of the already cold water, wrapping myself in one of Penelope's robes. Good i hate pink, looks so much better on her though.

"Penelope, who is it?" i ask as i open the bathroom door, finding myself standing face to face with Kevin... like Kevin Lynch. The guy who dumped her for coming out as bi, the asshole we all wanted to hunt down and kill. And he's holding Penelope's hand... right, THAT hand which had a special placement mere minutes ago.

"Agent Lynch, what are you doing here?" i ask, holding my arms wrapped around myself in the robe. He has more questions that i have in his eyes right now.

"I'm here for a second chance, what are you doing here?" he answers and i'm actually not surprised he wants her back. He's just a little bit too late, like a few months late. Well, technically, it was too late when i first meet her when we moved here.

"Well, since of last friday i live here" i answer, knowing the effect it has on Penelope when reminding her of Friday. The day i added my name to the address. Now of course does my name also stand on my old apartment but that's another discussion. Before i continue, i wrap my arms around Penelope from behind, who still hasn't said a word. "And the other thing, your place have been filled so i suggest you move on"

"I'm not leaving until she tells me to, it's her choice" Kevin says, suddenly pretending to be the good guy all of a sudden. Gods how i hate him.

"You should listen to my girlfriend" oh my how her saying that word makes my whole body go warm. Kevin seems to be shocked by what she called me, with the hint of disappointment that i know will make her cry. So I do my best to savoir it because it breaks my heart to see her cry.

"Yeah, you heard her Lynch. Bye" i close the door in his face before turning her around to face me. I see that tears are already about to form in her eyes. Because whatever he did, she did still love him. "Don't, he's not worth it Penny. I love you and that's all that matter" i place my hands on her cheeks as she smiles so cutely. So to both make her not cry and to stop myself from running down the hall and give him that slap across his face with the power of the whole team, i close the inches between us again. The wine is gone in the taste and it all tastes like honey again, and a little salt. Her back presses up against the door as one of my hands sneak over her thigh and under the dress. While her own hand intagle itself into my wet hair while the other opens the rope, letting my nacked skin meet the cold winter air of the apartment.

"Do you know another reason why i love your dresses?" i asks breathlessly against her mouth. The vibrations caused her to let out a moan. This time it's time for my hand to pass up her thigh like she did before, staying in the middle.

"Besides that i look too hot to handle in them?" she answers with her own question and i think back to that night as Rossi's. A heartbroken, and just generally broken, me and her, in that goddamned sunset dress. I know it's still her closet, i saw it this morning while she was getting dressed, passing it over probably knowing how much i'd get distracted by it or how much i would be distracting her because of it.

"Easy access" and with that the endless night begins. And never have i ever been so satisfied and whole when it ends in sweat and cuddles in the moonlight from the large window in her... our bedroom.

"Lust without love is pleasure. Lust with love is passion. Love without lust is pristine, love with lust is poetry. " Fakira