A Drink, A Smile And A Rescue…

Can i PLEASE GET MORE PENELOPE X READER PLZ

grumpy x sunshine

jealousy

smut

fluff

A Drink, A Smile and A Rescue…

Summary: Comfort, Fluff, Smut, Sunshine, Grumpy. Everything!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64107496

Words: 4000

A Drink...

The bar was a chaotic blur of laughter, clinking glasses, and the pulse of music, crowded to the brim with people who seemed to be competing for attention. Every bartender was working at full speed, hands moving in practiced motions, but even they couldn't keep up with the demand. The hum of voices blended into the background, the rhythm of the evening in full swing.

But through it all, Penelope Garcia was tense.

Her eyes were locked on her partner, Y/N Y/L/N, who was standing at the bar waiting for her drink. The sight of Y/N was enough to make Penelope's heart race, but right now, that wasn’t what held her attention. No, what made Penelope’s grip tighten around her glass was the tall, slender blonde who had sidled up beside Y/N like a predator closing in on its prey.

The blonde’s smile was the kind that could melt anyone's resolve, her tattooed arms crossing the bar as she leaned in just a little too close to Y/N. Penelope could almost hear the flirtation in the words exchanged, though she couldn’t quite make them out from this distance. Y/N, seemingly oblivious to the attention, was absently twirling one of her rings on her finger while her other hand rested on the counter, barely acknowledging the blonde's presence.

Penelope’s stomach twisted with a knot of jealousy. It was ridiculous, she knew it was, but it didn’t make the feeling go away.

The bartender, who clearly had a personal vendetta against speed, was still struggling with the orders, and it felt like time had slowed down, each passing second dragging her deeper into the storm of irrational thoughts that swirled inside her mind.

It had been five minutes. Five minutes, and this woman was still here, leaning in a little too closely, smiling a little too brightly. Penelope’s jaw clenched.

JJ, sitting next to her, followed the line of her gaze and smirked. "Garcia… are you glaring at your girlfriend?"

Penelope straightened, forcing herself to meet JJ’s teasing eyes. "No."

The word was clipped, sharper than she intended, but she didn’t care.

JJ raised an eyebrow. "Sure? Because that look says otherwise."

Penelope huffed, trying to sound nonchalant even though her insides were anything but calm. "I’m simply… observing."

Emily, ever the instigator, leaned in with a wicked grin. "You mean you’re watching that blonde woman flirt with Y/N?"

Penelope crossed her arms tightly over her chest, a defensive posture that felt more like a shield than anything else. "She’s not flirting with Y/N," she muttered. "She’s trying to. But Y/N is clearly too enamored with me to notice her."

Just then, the blonde laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder like it was a move straight out of a playbook. Y/N barely reacted, her focus remained on the ring on her finger, her face politely blank as she nodded, signaling her lack of interest.

But Penelope’s heart didn’t care. It had taken a dive into an abyss, deeper and deeper, as the blonde continued to linger.

The bartender, in a cruel twist of fate, was still taking his sweet time with Penelope’s drink, making her wonder if she was being punished for some past sin. Meanwhile, the blonde continued her pursuit, leaning even closer now, her smile widening as if she could already taste victory.

Penelope’s eyes narrowed. Y/N wasn’t the type to stray, she knew that. Y/N was the one who kissed her forehead in the mornings, who brought her coffee just the way she liked it, who made her laugh with the simplest jokes. Y/N didn’t need anyone else. Y/N adored her.

But then there was this woman, this tall, tattooed woman with a look that screamed "I’m too cool for you", and what if, just for a second, Y/N thought she might be better suited for someone like her? What if she realized she could have someone effortless and cool instead of… well, Penelope, who wore glittery cat-ear headbands to work and had a collection of bedazzled sweaters that might be considered a crime?

Emily poked her side, pulling her from the spiraling thoughts. "You could just go up there, you know."

"I could," Penelope agreed, though she wasn’t sure she wanted to. "Or… I could stay here and seethe silently."

JJ chuckled, shaking her head at Penelope’s internal battle.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bartender slid the tequila sunrise in front of Y/N. Without hesitation, Y/N grabbed the drink, turned, and began making her way back to the booth. Penelope straightened in her seat, pretending to be casual, though she could feel her heart pounding against her ribs.

Y/N's eyes caught hers as she slid into the booth, a warm smile lighting up her face. "Took forever, but here you go, babe."

Penelope raised an eyebrow, pretending to be indifferent. "And did anything… interesting happen while you were up there?"

Y/N blinked, clearly unaware of the silent war raging in Penelope’s mind. "Uh, no? Just waited for your drink."

JJ and Emily exchanged a look, their amusement barely contained.

Penelope stared at Y/N, at how calm and unbothered she was, like nothing had happened. Y/N casually reached for her beer, completely at ease, while Penelope felt like she might explode with the conflicting emotions inside her.

"You didn’t notice that blonde flirting with you?" Penelope asked, her voice incredulous, even though she knew the answer.

Y/N frowned, spinning the ring on her finger as if in thought. "What blonde?"

Penelope groaned and dropped her head onto Y/N's shoulder, letting out a dramatic sigh. "Ugh. You are so lucky you’re cute."

Y/N chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Penelope’s head. "Yeah, but only for you."

And just like that, the tension began to ebb away. Penelope was still fighting the flush of jealousy in her chest, but with Y/N here, with Y/N's warmth so close, she was reminded, just for a second, that there was no one else.

- - -

A Smile...

That night had only continued to get louder, the bar buzzing with energy, but Penelope Garcia’s attention was fully focused on her girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N had sensed the tension in Penelope, the subtle way her shoulders had stiffened and the barely concealed irritation in her eyes. Y/N could feel the weight of the unspoken jealousy that lingered between them, and it bothered her. So, when the moment finally arrived, she excused herself from the booth, the sound of her chair scraping against the floor cutting through the laughter of the group.

She gave Penelope a gentle smile as she slid out of the booth. "Come on, babe. Let’s get out of here."

Emily and JJ both looked up at the same time, an eyebrow raised in unison, a grin curling at the corners of their lips.

"Where are you two going?" Emily asked, the teasing tone unmistakable.

Y/N leaned against the back of the booth, crossing her arms with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I’m going to go ravage my beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, nerdy girlfriend..." Her gaze flicked to Penelope, locking eyes with her, a grin spreading across her face. "I’ll have her back by curfew, mothers."

JJ snorted into her drink. "Yeah, sure you will."

"Absolutely," Y/N confirmed with a wink, her hand reaching down to take Penelope’s, tugging her out of the booth. "Now, if you’ll excuse us, the night is young, and I’ve got a very important mission to attend to."

Penelope blushed, her heart pounding a little faster at the way Y/N's voice softened with affection as she spoke. She let herself be pulled toward the door, her mind already racing ahead to what was waiting for them.

The bar door closed behind them with a soft thud, the cool night air hitting them both in a rush. Y/N's hand tightened around hers as they walked down the sidewalk, her pace quickening as if she couldn’t get away fast enough.

"I swear, if you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to drag you straight to my penthouse right here and now," Y/N muttered under her breath, struggling to contain herself.

Penelope, her heart thundering in her chest, couldn’t help the excited giggle that bubbled up. "Y/N, we’re in public," she said, though she was having trouble keeping her voice steady.

Y/N shot her a look that was pure, unfiltered desire. "I’m well aware," she said, her voice low and husky. "But the sooner we get to the cab, the sooner I get you alone."

Y/N flagged down a cab, practically pulling Penelope into it before the driver could even ask them where they were headed. "143 Main Street," Y/N barked, her voice urgent but laced with anticipation. Penelope settled back in the seat, trying to play it cool, but the energy between them was undeniable. The cab ride was a blur, each second passing in a haze of heated glances and barely controlled tension.

When they arrived at Y/N's penthouse, Y/N barely waited for the door to close before her hands were on Penelope, guiding her into the apartment with urgency. The door slammed shut behind them, the sound deafening in the silence that followed. Y/N's lips were on Penelope’s in an instant, claiming her mouth with a fierceness that left no room for anything but the overwhelming pull between them.

Penelope’s heart raced as she pulled away for a second, gasping for air. "Y/N," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I—"

But Y/N was already kissing her again, not giving her a chance to finish her thought. It was like Y/N couldn’t contain herself anymore, the weight of the night, of the distance between them, suddenly crashing down. Penelope let out a soft moan into the kiss, her hands threading through Y/N's hair as she melted against her.

"God, you drive me crazy," Y/N murmured between kisses, her hands roaming, pulling Penelope closer, desperate for more.

Penelope didn’t protest, her own need mirroring Y/N's, her body alive with anticipation. "I love you," she whispered, a confession that felt like it had been building all night.

Y/N froze for a moment, pulling back just enough to look into Penelope’s eyes. Her expression softened, the heat between them flickering into something deeper, more meaningful. "I love you too," she said, voice low and sincere, before her lips found Penelope’s again, and all rational thought went out the window.

The sound of their footsteps echoing softly in the spacious living room. Y/N's hands were warm against Penelope’s back, guiding her through the sleek, modern space with a quiet intensity that matched the energy between them.

Y/N paused, her breath coming in shallow bursts, as she gently turned Penelope to face her. The look on her face was almost predatory, but there was a softness in her eyes, something vulnerable beneath the confident exterior. "You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting this all night," she murmured, voice thick with a longing that made Penelope’s chest tighten with affection and desire.

Penelope reached up to touch her face, her fingers tracing the lines of Y/N's jaw with tenderness, as if grounding herself in the moment. "I know," she whispered back, a small smile curving her lips. "I can feel it."

Before Penelope could say anything else, Y/N's lips were on hers again, more insistent this time, her hands pulling Penelope closer, as if trying to fuse them together. The kiss was deep and fervent, Y/N's breath mingling with Penelope’s as she let herself melt into the heat of it, her pulse racing.

"God, you’re so beautiful," Y/N breathed against Penelope’s lips, her hands sliding down to rest on Penelope’s hips, the touch both grounding and electrifying. "I just—" She broke the kiss, her forehead resting against Penelope’s as she tried to catch her breath. "I just want to be with you, all of you, every damn second."

Penelope smiled softly, her hands moving to Y/N's chest, feeling the rapid thud of her heart beneath her fingers. "I’m right here," she whispered, voice full of tenderness. "All yours."

Y/N's eyes darkened with need, but beneath that, Penelope could see the quiet reverence she held for her. She was all too aware of how much Y/N cared for her, how much she was willing to fight for them. But right now, all of that was drowned in the overwhelming desire that pulsed between them.

Y/N didn’t waste another moment. She lifted Penelope into her arms, easily carrying her toward the bedroom, the world outside fading away as the door closed behind them with a soft click.

The bed was unmade, the sheets in disarray from their earlier moments, and yet it was the perfect space for them to finally, fully, be together. Y/N gently set Penelope down on the bed, her eyes never leaving her as she crawled over her, the intensity of her gaze making Penelope’s breath hitch.

Penelope ran her hands through Y/N's hair, tugging her down for another kiss, this time slower, more deliberate. It was like they were savoring the moment, every touch, every sigh, every second of connection. Y/N's body pressed against hers, their hearts beating in sync as they moved together, the world beyond the walls of the penthouse no longer existing.

"I’ve got you," Y/N whispered as she kissed a trail down Penelope’s neck, her hands roaming gently over her body, exploring, memorizing every curve, every line. "I’m not going anywhere."

Penelope’s chest tightened, her fingers threading through Y/N's hair, pulling her back up to meet her lips. She could feel her heart racing, her body alive with the intensity of Y/N's touch, and she realized just how much she needed this, how much she needed her.

"I’m not going anywhere either," Penelope breathed, her voice thick with emotion. Then, Y/N moved...

Clothing was tugged and pulled and shed in a mad frenzy. Skin met skin as they undressed each other frantically.

Y/N laid Penelope down gently. Garcia admired Y/N's toned body, flushed and glistening with sweat. Penelope looked up at her with hazy, desire-filled eyes. Y/N's own eyes darkened with lust as she moved down Penelope's body, kissing and nipping her way down.

She caressed and explored every inch of silky skin. "May I... Princess?" Y/N questions, her hands hovering Penelope's body. "I'm all yours, my knight in shining armour.." Garcia smiled. Y/N reaching for Penelope's slick heat, Y/N smirked and dipped a finger inside her. Penelope gasped and spread her legs wider, arching her back.

Y/N circled and stroked Penelope with her fingers, keeping steady eye contact. “God, you feel so damn good,” Y/N hissed. Penelope whimpered softly, hips bucking against Y/N's touch. Moving faster, Y/N built the rhythm, pumping two fingers in and out as she added a third. Penelope's thighs quivered as she wound tighter and tighter.

Y/N leaned down, latching onto a taut nipple while continuing her thrusts with her fingers. "Come for me baby," Y/N purred. Penelope's back arched as she tumbled over the edge, crying out Y/N's name. "Fuck... Y/N.." Garcia's voice broke.

Y/N crawled up and settled between Penelope's sprawled legs. Touched, Penelope looked at her with tender emotions mingled in her heavy gaze. Y/N caught her bottom lip between her teeth hesitantly. "Are you okay? That was... rougher than usual." Penelope's arms snaked around her waist, pulling Y/N closer.

Penelope pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Y/N's collarbone. "I'm okay," she whispered. "Better than okay." Y/N's body relaxed into Penelope's embrace. They held each other close, savoring the intimate connection and quiet moment. Penelope stroked Y/N's hair. "Thank you," they both whispered at the same time, smiling at eachother tiredly.

- - -

A Rescue... (A few days later...)

Y/N Y/L/N was on the verge of losing her mind.

Her job was turning into an endless cycle of frustration, late nights, impossible deadlines, and an assistant who seemed determined to make everything harder instead of easier. Every email, every meeting, every last-minute request was piling on top of her, and for the first time in a long time, she felt like she was drowning.

By the time she stepped into the apartment, she was done.

She barely had the energy to kick off her shoes, let alone deal with the mess in her brain. But then...

"Honeybear?"

Penelope’s voice carried from the living room, warm and familiar, instantly cutting through the haze of stress.

Y/N exhaled slowly, her shoulders loosening just at the sound of her. "Yeah, babe, it’s me."

A second later, Penelope appeared in the doorway, still wearing her cat-print pajama pants and a ridiculously oversized pink sweater that made her look even softer than usual. But her bright, cheerful smile faded the moment she got a good look at Y/N.

"Oh, no," she said, hands immediately going to her hips. "No, no, no. This will not do."

Y/N barely had time to process before Penelope was on her, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the couch. "Come here immediately. Doctor Garcia prescribes one mandatory cuddling session, stat."

Y/N let herself be dragged without resistance. She was too tired to fight it, not that she ever wanted to fight Penelope’s affections.

The moment they reached the couch, Penelope flopped down and, without hesitation, yanked Y/N into her lap.

Y/N let out a surprised grunt as she landed, stretched across Penelope’s legs, her head resting against the armrest. "Penny—"

"Shhh," Penelope soothed, already threading her fingers through Y/N's short, messy hair. "Cuddletown is now in session."

And... God, Y/N melted.

She closed her eyes as Penelope’s fingers worked through her hair, gently twisting it into tiny braids. The rhythmic motion, the soft scrape of her nails against Y/N's scalp, it was instant relief. She felt her whole body sag, tension draining from her limbs.

She let her fingers absently trace the patterns on Penelope’s ridiculous sweatpants, following the loops and swirls like she could tether herself to them, to her.

"You wanna talk about it, sweetheart?" Penelope asked, her voice quieter now, softer.

Y/N exhaled, her breath warm against Penelope’s stomach. "I don’t know. Work just… sucks. My assistant is useless, my project keeps getting changed at the last second, and every time I breathe, someone is asking me for a ‘quick favor’ that eats up hours of my time."

Penelope gasped dramatically, one hand flying to her chest. "The audacity of these people. Don’t they know you belong to me after work hours?"

Y/N let out a quiet chuckle, her fingers tightening slightly on Penelope’s hip.

"Seriously, though," Penelope murmured, pressing a quick kiss to Y/N's temple, "is there anything I can do? Hack into your company’s payroll? Change your assistant’s employee status to ‘permanently on vacation’?"

Y/N smiled, shaking her head against Penelope’s stomach. "I just need a distraction."

"Ooh! Distractions I can do!" Penelope said brightly, playing with another strand of Y/N's hair. "What do you want? A fun fact? A conspiracy theory? A dramatic retelling of my latest Starbucks order?"

Y/N huffed out a small laugh. "Tell me about work. Any cases coming up? Any crazy tech stuff?"

Penelope perked up immediately, her fingers stilling in Y/N's hair. "Ohhh, now that I can talk about."

She shifted slightly, one hand still lazily braiding as she spoke. "Well, let’s see. We just wrapped up a case in Chicago... total mess, by the way, horrible, but now we’re on standby. Though JJ did mention something about a case possibly brewing in Denver. But the real fun stuff? I’ve been working on upgrading my database. Oh, honeybear, you know how much I love a good database upgrade."

Y/N hummed, eyes closed, letting herself sink deeper into Penelope’s voice.

"I’m talking real next-level indexing," Penelope continued, her excitement bubbling over. "I finally got the new facial recognition software to integrate seamlessly, it took forever, but I cracked it. And don’t even get me started on the algorithm tweaking I had to do to make sure it wasn’t flagging innocent civilians. Absolute nightmare. But! I did it. Because I am a genius."

Y/N smiled against Penelope’s stomach, her fingers lazily tracing the fabric of her sweater now. "Mmm. You are a genius."

"I know, but I love hearing you say it."

Y/N chuckled, tilting her head to nuzzle slightly into Penelope’s warmth.

Penelope kept talking, about cases, about her work, about her database updates. And Y/N let the words wash over her, let them fill the space where stress had lived all day.

Eventually, her breathing evened out, her body completely relaxed, fingers slowing against Penelope’s side.

Penelope smiled down at her, pressing one last soft kiss to her forehead.

"Best distraction ever," Y/N murmured, half-asleep now.

Penelope beamed. "You know it, baby."

The next few days weren’t any easier for Y/N.

Her assistant was still a disaster, her project was still hanging by a thread, and every time she so much as glanced at her inbox, fifty new emails popped up like some kind of cruel joke.

By the time she made it home, her body was screaming for rest, her brain fried from hours of troubleshooting a problem that shouldn’t have existed in the first place.

She barely had the energy to shut the door behind her before a voice called out...

"My love! My light! My large, broody hacker extraordinaire!"

Despite everything, Y/N felt the corner of her mouth twitch upward. "Hey, Penny."

Penelope practically skipped out of the kitchen, all bright eyes and warm smiles, her curls bouncing with every step. She had on the same ridiculous cat-print sweatpants as the other night, except this time paired with a t-shirt featuring a cartoon unicorn wielding a sword.

Y/N didn’t even have time to process how much she adored her before Penelope was up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around Y/N's neck and pressing a smacking kiss to her cheek.

"Bad day?" she murmured, pulling back just enough to study Y/N's face.

Y/N sighed. "One of the worst."

Penelope hummed, already grabbing her hand and tugging her toward the couch. "C’mon. You know the drill."

Y/N let herself be pulled along without resistance. By now, this was their routine.

She barely had time to sit before Penelope was tugging her back into her lap again, long legs draped over the armrest, head resting against Penelope’s chest.

Y/N groaned as soon as fingers started working through her hair, gentle and familiar. "God, I missed you."

Penelope giggled, her fingers massaging against Y/N's scalp. "Missed me? I’m an experience, baby. I’m a lifestyle."

Y/N let out a breathy chuckle, already feeling the stress ease out of her body. She absently traced patterns against Penelope’s thigh, letting the soft fabric of her sweatpants ground her.

Penelope hummed in satisfaction. "There we go. That’s my girl."

Y/N's eyes fluttered shut, the warmth of Penelope’s body, her voice, her touch, all of it wrapping around her like a cocoon.

"You wanna talk about it?"

Y/N huffed, nuzzling into her. "Not really. Just need you."

Penelope grinned, pressing a kiss into Y/N's hair. "Oh, baby, you have me. You always have me."

And for the first time all day, Y/N felt like she could breathe.