Penelope Garcia knows your password. (all_knowing) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-31 13:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, penelope garcia, sebastian vael |
Who: Garcia and Sebastian. (Peneastian? Vaecia?)
What: Third date!
When: After work, 8/30.
Where: Sebastian's place.
Rating: R for non-graphic sex.
Status: Complete!
Sebastian was actually rather nervous as he finished his pasta sauce, waiting for Penelope to show up. The place was in good nick, but the kitchen was still cluttered beyond belief and he’d only just finished the food. He didn’t think she had any food allergies or whatever, and yet he worried.
Garcia showed up in her version of a little black dress - a filmy dress that stopped at mid thigh with a waist cinch that made her cleavage look all the more impressive. Black plaid heels, and she was perfect. Knocking at the door, she felt sort of nervous. She adored him, and yeah, they’d put expectations on the date, but mostly she just wanted to see him. It had been too long; they'd both been busy at work, so they'd had to push back the ever important Third Date.
Sebastian answered the door in trousers and a collared shirt, but he’d forgotten the flour-spattered apron. “Hullo! Come in, please.” He didn’t want the first thing out of his mouth to be ‘Sweet Jesus and all the Apostles, what a rack’, so he ushered her inside first, closing the door before kissing her briefly. “You look bloody fantastic, you know.”
“Oh, thank you.” She grinned at him, biting her lip. “What did you bake?” She couldn’t help but blush a little bit. He looked gorgeous too, and she tugged him back down to kiss him again.
“I made pasta. I told you I was going to try to cook.” Sebastian laughed after they snogged. She was wearing some sort of lip product that actually tasted rather nice. “So I hereby take full responsibility for any food poisoning.”
“It smells good,” she smiled, pulling him closer by his apron string. “How long does it have to cook?” She crossed her fingers that it would be at least twenty minutes. Why did they have to eat again?
“It’s probably finished by now, actually.” Sebastian smiled. “I can get it off the stove.” And then see what happens, he added in his head. He would have been lying if he’d said that food wasn’t entirely on his mind.
“You don’t have to right away,” she smiled, kissing him again. Garcia couldn’t help kissing him again, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer. “Missed this,” she murmured against his mouth. She’d only been doing it for a few days, but she already wanted to do it every day.
“Oh, yes I have to,” Sebastian told her in between kisses, “if only because my flat will catch on fire.” That was a bit of an issue, obviously.
“Damn,” she murmured, kissing him again and pulling him closer. “I guess, if you have to. Stupid food.”
“I’m sorry that the risk of fire is an issue, lass.” He laughed softly, resting his hands on her hips, enjoying her proximity.
“Want to go take it off the fire and then I can kiss you again?” She laughed, running a finger over the buttons of his shirt.
“That I can manage.” Sebastian smiled, holding up one finger as if to say ‘wait a moment’. He went to the kitchen and tested the pot, sighing happily when it was ready. He took it off the burner, setting the pasta to drain. “The risk of fire has been removed!” he called, wanting to smile.
“Good!” She giggled at his answer, toeing off her shoes and walking over a few steps to see if he was coming back. What she did see was him slightly bent over, and she cocked her head to the side, appreciating the view.
Sebastian made sure the stove was off before he came back into the main room and wrapped his arms around Penelope. “How was your day, my bonny lassie? I’m still a bit hung over from the other night, and I say it with great shame upon my country.” He was convinced that the only nation that could outdrink the Scots might maybe, possibly, just barely be the Japanese.
“It was good! I went to work, finished early, and played Pokémon on the swings. Tony wants me to level up an electric team.” She grinned, tiptoeing up to kiss and nibble his neck. “Left early to get ready for this.”
“Did you? I feel special.” Sebastian wrapped his arms around her, smiling. “Though you’ll have to explain what you mean by electric team, I know next to nothing about Pokémon.” It all seemed a little odd to him. He closed his eyes when she started to nibble. “That’s ... nice.”
Continuing to kiss him, she let her fingers run over his spine. “Each Pokémon has a type,” she purred, nipping a little more firmly. “Some are grass, some are water, some are electric - there’s twenty-five or so types. If you’ve played Magic, it’s like that.” Her body pressed up more firmly against him, seducing him while geeking. “So he wants me to level up some electric types. They’re good against flying types.”
Her lips trailed over his neck, down to the collar of his shirt as she unfastened the top button.
This whole idea amused him profoundly, the silliness of talking about video games while she slowly worked to get him naked. Sebastian grinned. “I’ve only ever done Dungeons & Dragons, alas.” And not for long. He was more focused on her than anything else.
“I love D&D,” she grinned, still unbuttoning his shirt. Whenever she exposed new skin, she nipped it, using teeth and then her tongue to soothe the marks she left behind.
“Didn’t last long,” Sebastian murmured, then had to laugh as he realized what a bad omen that unintentional joke was. He hoped it wouldn’t be the case today.
“Well, I’m sure you rebounded quick. A few gaming sessions a night?” She smiled up at him, running her fingers over his skin, nipping lightly. Why were they still wearing clothes?
“At least two, usually.” Sebastian smirked. “Are we still talking about gaming?” He reached around to her back, idly toying with the zipper of her dress.
“Might be.” She closed her eyes when he undid her dress, holding her hair up so he could get it down. “Undo the merrywidow first?”
He’d thought it was part of the dress; he could do that. Sebastian obediently turned himself toward undoing it, fingers getting a little caught in the laces. “Arse,” he mumbled before finally getting it off. “There.”
He’d tugged her zipper low enough where she could get the rest of it herself. She let it fall to the floor, blushing brightly. She’d worn undergarments specifically for the date. Garcia had worn her favorite black garter belt with black stockings and no panties (look, it was date three!) and a matching strapless bra that pushed her girls up just so. God, she hoped she didn’t look stupid.
Sebastian stared for a second, grinning, appreciating the view. “You are bloody marvellous,” he said, with something nearing admiration in his voice. “Little help?” He was suddenly far more dressed than her, and that didn’t sit right at all.
That made her blush, and she bit her lip. “Thanks,” she murmured, feeling flattered and the tiniest, oddest bit shy. That didn’t stop her from running her hands over his chest, pushing off his shirt and letting her hands skim over his (perfect) stomach before undoing his belt. “You’re even hotter than my daydreams,” she murmured.
It was Sebastian's turn to almost blush. He'd had women find him attractive, sure, but never quite this way. He got the impression it was a perk, rather than the reason she'd fancied him. Once he was less dressed, he pulled her close again, crushing his mouth to hers.
He was gorgeous, so sure, that was a perk. And yes, it might have been the reason that she’d first noticed him. But the reason she’d gotten a crush on him, the reason that she’d worked eighteen hour days for two months - that was his personality, his heart. She liked very much just talking with him, just sitting with him, holding hands.
Whimpering a little when he kissed her harder, she ran her fingernails lightly over his chest.
Sebastian liked that, fumbling down to make sure he was as naked as her. “Luv, you’re killing me.” He sighed, just running his hands over her body. She was gorgeous - not stick thin, no, but she was as confident as anyone in her body and that was ridiculously sexy.
“Why?” She turned around so he could undo the hooks on her bra, grinning over her shoulder at him.
He had them undone fast, running his hands over her body, brushing over a breast. “I hope it’s worth the wait,” was all he said, giving her a smirk. He kissed her again, deeper than before, feeling her back rest against the front door.
“What, me killing you?” She could feel him kissing her hard, pressing her backward, and she groaned into his mouth. She liked her kisses deep, liked how warm he was when he pressed against her. Reaching downward, she took him into her hand, pumping gently, experimentally.
Sebastian hadn’t expected that, and his intake of breath was sharp. He closed his eyes, trying not to move his hips. She really might kill him - it had been longer than usual since he’d had a good shag. The floor here was wooden, wasn’t it? Just the step up to the main room was carpeted.
God, he even moaned pretty. She moved her mouth to his clavicle, nipping and kissing there, pumping a few more times before kneeling down in front of him. She’d wanted to do this for ages, and wondered if he’d thought of it too.
He was a heterosexual male who fancied her; of course he had. Sebastian raised one eyebrow. “You sure?” he murmured; he had to give her the out.
“Shh,” she grinned. “I’ve wanted to for ages.” She pushed him against the door, wondering if his neighbors could hear. That thought spurred her on, and her big blue eyes looked up at him as she lapped at him kittenishly to work him up.
As if that bedroom look didn’t do a lot of that work all by itself. Sebastian purred, locking his knees and letting her go down on him. She was good at it, that much was obvious; so many women were lazy about it, but not Penelope.
No, she enjoyed herself. It was a power trip, making this gorgeous, perfect man whimper. She groaned around him, bobbing her head emphatically, half hoping he’d buck his hips a little bit.
After a while, he couldn’t help it; Sebastian arched forward just a bit, hoping it wasn’t rude, she was just killing him. “Lass - ”
That wasn’t a reason to stop, that was a reason to keep going. Fuck, he said lass in bed? Garcia looked up at him, trying to urge him to come with her eyes. Fingernails down the chest leaving little welts would hopefully finish the job.
It worked; he spasmed and came, shivering as he looked down at her. “Bloody fucking hell.”
Once she’d swallowed, licking her lower lip in a manner that could only be considered lewd, Garcia stood up and wrapped her arms around him. “Thought about doing that for months,” she murmured smugly. “Thank you.”
Sebastian, once he got some brain function back, just laughed, eyes fluttering closed. He went to kiss her again, and then they were against the door, and somehow they’d wound up sort of on the floor, but it didn’t matter, because she still felt good against him.
She wrapped her arms around him more tightly, giggling as they fell in a heap of limbs and kisses to the floor. He looked so peaceful and sweet when he was in a post-orgasmic glow, it made her smile herself. Garcia knew she was pretty stupid over him, but this was ridiculous.
Sebastian wound up on top of her, figuring he’d give her a run for her money. He didn’t say anything, just started to use his mouth, on her neck, collarbone, and down.
Smiling, Garcia closed her eyes. She liked that they were having fun, that things weren’t too serious, that he seemed to find her as attractive as she found him.
He did. Sebastian smiled, eyes closed, nuzzling at any skin he could reach. It had been a long time since he’d shagged, and she was warm and willing and soft. He slipped one hand between her legs, curious to see what kind of noises she’d make.
Garcia was talkative normally, and it didn’t stop in bed. When he started to stroke her, she whimpered loudly, tangling her fingers in his hair and murmuring his name. Arching her back, she rocked her hips into his touch.
He’d need a few minutes before he could go again, but at least he could make them very interesting. Sebastian smirked hard when she clung to him. “That’s it, lassie,” he murmured softly.
Fuck, that was possibly the hottest thing ever. She hoped he didn’t mind that she was a bit like a cat, running her nails over his shoulders, his arms as he touched her. Biting her lower lip hard, she met his eyes. That alone was enough to make her go all shivery.
It was definitely a power trip, being able to make strong, sassy women turn to jelly. But it wasn't something he'd ever be able to use against any woman, because they did it to him, too. Sebastian was a connoisseur, in the truest sense of the word. He kept going, watching her, hoping he'd feel good enough to go again soon.
Garcia wasn’t actually difficult to get off. It was something she’d always appreciated, if only because most of her lovers were of the enthusiastic but unskilled variety. Having someone who was both was exhilarating, and she tried not to shriek too loudly when he did coax her to climax.
She did shriek, and it made Sebastian laugh in spite of himself; he was glad he only had one neighbour. He pet her hair, looking down at her. “How’s that luv?”
Even though she was still catching her breath, she pulled him close to her so she could kiss him. “Thank you,” she laughed breathlessly. “Think I needed that.”
“Mm. Good.” Sebastian nuzzled at her neck, still not quite spent. She could probably sense that; she wasn’t stupid.
No, but she was good at pretending. She rocked her hips up into his as she pretended to stretch, smirking a little.
Sebastian looked at her, amused. “You are a cheeky minx,” he said, kissing her nose. “And a liar.”
“Liar’s so harsh, I prefer actress.” She grinned lopsidedly, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“Minx,” Sebastian said again, amused, going for a deeper kiss as he tried to position them so she didn’t have to move overmuch. He was on top; he could do most of the work.
“You like it,” she murmured, kissing him back with abandon. If he wanted to show off, she was more than happy to let him do so. It made his triceps look amazing.
After grabbing the condom he’d had in his wallet for weeks, Sebastian got back into position, easing inside her slowly. She was pulling him in with her legs, and it felt bloody amazing. “God.”
It didn’t surprise her that he had a condom in his wallet. He could likely walk into any room in the OC and get laid. It just surprised her that things had gotten this far with him, that he wanted her. But surprise gave way to whimpering, and she stroked his cheek fondly so she could keep herself steady as she kissed him. When she needed breath, she leaned back, rocking into him and gasping.
They were rocking together, Sebastian arching into her just enough to be felt. He didn’t want to go too fast, but he couldn’t entirely help speeding up as they went on. “Pure no right, y’are,” he murmured against her mouth, groaning sharply when she moved a leg up.
It usually surprised people to find that Penelope Garcia was fairly limber; she was a huge fan of pilates and yoga both. Whatever he’d said sailed right over her head, but she knew that the groan meant she’d been doing well. Squeezing around him, she groaned a little, ignoring a persistent burn on her shoulder blades from something. It could wait, thanks.
He liked when his partners clung and pulled tight; it felt more alive. Sebastian went faster still, arms bracing his weight above her, letting his neck go limp as he kissed and nibbled along hers.
She ran her nails down his arms too, letting her head fall backward so he could bite harder. Moving her hips upward, she whimpered loudly and let one hand tangle in his perfect hair, the other on his perfect shoulders.
He liked her hand in his hair, and tried to headbutt at it a little, hoping she understood. When she whined, though, Sebastian shivered. “Good girl,” he murmured along her neck, biting a little more.
She tugged his head up from that bite, kissing him hard to let him know his teeth were more than welcome. Really, she didn’t care who knew she was with him. Hell, it was hard not to brag about it.
Well, if that wasn’t ridiculously erotic. Sebastian whined against her mouth, giving in to impulse and just full out shagging her by now. He wondered idly if she’d shriek again.
Oh, she did. Her nails also bit a bit harder as she proceeded to make his only neighbor hate him.
He managed to not laugh until a few minutes later, after he’d climaxed, shivering before he landed on his side. His arm ached, but better to fall on it than on her. “Good lord,” Sebastian managed, grinning like a special kind of idiot.
“Seconded,” she sighed, breathing hard. His laugh was infectious, and she rolled over to wrap her arms around him and kiss him lightly. “I’m going to go to the loo to make myself look less sweaty, though. Think the food kept?” She stood up and stretched.
“I daresay.” Sebastian got up as well, but when she turned toward the loo, he couldn’t stop the exclamation. “Bloody hell, Penelope. Are you all right?” Her back was angry and red, as if she had a rash. That fucking carpet.
She blinked, looking back at him. “Huh? I’m fine, I’m glorious, why?”
“Your back.” Sebastian came over, gently touching the area around her spine. “It’s rug burned to fuck.” He couldn’t help but feel a little responsible.
Garcia laughed. “Really? Damn, you’d think I learn.” She showed him scars on her knees and one on her elbow, winking at him. “If I’d have minded, I’d have noticed. Oh, and the one by my ankle is from gravel. Moving cars aren’t great either when you’re a passenger and you kick the door open.”
Sebastian’s eyebrows shot up as they headed to the bathroom. “Now why in hell would you do that?”
“Old car, didn’t have very good door locks to begin with. We were in San Francisco, he took a corner too fast - college was interesting,” she blushed.
“Oh.” Sebastian couldn’t help but guffaw at that. “You cheeky minx!” Oh, he liked her. She was mad, but in the way he liked people to be mad.
“Like I said, you like it.” She smiled and tiptoed up to kiss him, still naked, but unembarrassed to be so. If he’d had sex with her, then obviously he wanted to see her naked. “Want to rub Neosporin on it?”
“Yes, I think I’d better. Just don’t act as though I never did anything for you.” Sebastian shot back, amused. “Come on, loo’s this way.”
“My knight in shining armor,” she smiled, taking his hand and curtseying. “Lead on, Lord Vael.”
“That is not the first time I’ve had a lady curtsey and call me by my title completely starkers.” Sebastian grinned, swatting her bum as she passed.