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Eyes locked. Mouths set firmly in a line.
Well, hers anyway. He was just trying not to smile.
"No one", she reiterated, "No one can know about this. I'll... I'll kill you if you tell anyone, okay?"
He laughed at that.
"...I may look all sunshine and rainbows, but I'm not. There's this super-duper dark side to me that would..."
She kept trying to frighten him and he lovingly tugged at her smooth wrist. When he tried to pull her down onto his lap, she protested.
"Whoa, whoa. Don't you care about your legs? I might crush 'em! I am not as dainty as I..."
"Oh stop"
With his strong arms wrapped around her, he sat her on his lap. Her dress rode up a little, her legs being on either side of his. She tried to tug it downwards but he placed his hand on her bare skin. He stroked upwards, displacing her own hand.
"You haven't yelped out in pain yet. Hm", her cheeks colored.
Smirking, he put both his hands on her. His big, sun-tanned hands rested on her pale, plump thighs. He could feel her shudder against his lingering touch.
"We should do this at the Bureau. You sitting on my lap like this, us sharing lunch..."
"Don't even joke about it", she said, "Now hurry up. You have 20 minutes before I change my mind"
Luke grinned as she started tugging at his shirt buttons.
"Penelope, judging from your general effect on me, it's gonna be a miracle if I last a minute with you"