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nosy and boredom hours. can u guys rb in the tags the name of your first crush
Original title: Yeah.
Prompt: post 15x10, choose your finale for the garvez date.
Warning: crossroad, smut.
Genre: angst, funny, romantic.
Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Roxy, Lou, Sergio.
Pairing: Garvez.
Note: oneshot 79 in Garvez collection.
Legend: .
Song mentioned: Assurdo pensare, Tiziano Ferro.
Yeah - masterlist
GARVEZ STORIES
*I*: Plans change
The atmosphere becomes heavy, too full of expectations, in the same istant that Luke is silent. He just stares at her, letting his words hang in the air, unwilling to take back what he said, even if perhaps partly regretted for exaggerating, rather than saying the same things in stages, so as not to scare her. Penelope, however, plays it completely differently. -Anyway, only my surname is Latin or Spanish.- she goes back to their previous discussion, the focus of the whole evening. -My name is of Greek origin.- as if he didn’t already know. Not like he didn’t spent a few nights consulting online pages to discover the meaning of the weaver, the patient and faithful wife of Odysseus. Not like he didn’t struggled to stop herself from asking Spencer some more information. But her gaze is mischievous and provocative.
He accepts the challenge immediately, not that we can speak of a real choice. -Oh, look- he winks, the exact same look. All other living beings have long since ceased to have any importance. -Mine too.- she does not hide her amazement or her distrust at all. At school she studied religion, and Luke was one of the evangelists. She scrutinizes him with half-closed eyes, ready to catch any lie, in case he decides to play not fair in order to win. Because it is clear that a private and exclusive tender is underway. -From the Greek lyke, light- he explains to her, with an academic tone, proud of himself, deliberately laying it on, to make her laugh -my name practically means “born at the first light of the morning”.- he declaims. The blonde looks really surprised, positively. Her mouth slightly ajar, a glint of genuine interest in her eyes. He decides that this reaction is also positive. -You didn’t expect this, did you?- he exaggerates, driven by enthusiasm, fully enjoying her complete, total attention. Expecting a proper reply.
Instead, she for once satisfies him. -In fact, you surprised me, bel homme.- she admits, but Luke’s brain disconnects at the exact moment he hears that accent again. She is pure eros and she knows it. She knows perfectly well the effect it causes, even if her glasses (theoretically) are not X-rayed, so she cannot see what is hidden under the table. But she imagines it, she senses it. And this presumption does not irritate him at all, on the contrary, it simplifies his life. Better that both of them know which cards have already come out, which ones are on the table, which ones can still be played.
That’s why his voice comes out in the form of an animalistic, primitive growl. -Penelope, I repeat, you are playing with fire.- and he watches her shiver at her name, understanding for the first time his own powers, his potential, what he can do to her, what he could make her do, what that she wants to do with him. He sees her with his mind’s eye arching her back to welcome him better inside her, run to him and hug him after a mission, no matter is late night. He visualizes a future he desires with such intensity that it hurts physically.
And she seems to see it with him. She fixes a cheeky lock of hair, then she starts playing with it, seductively, provoking him. She uses techniques now considered to belong to the past, but after all, the two of them are not entirely souls of this era. -I’m not afraid of getting burned tonight.- she exclaims in a whisper, the most innocent expression he has ever seen on a woman’s face. But her eyes aren’t playing at all, they’re not provoking, they’re just piercing him and reminding him, with their intensity, that she really means it, everything she’s told him tonight. They have passed the flirting phase. Whatever happens, they will come out different.
He doesn’t have time to answer her, in any case (as long as she had the intention) since is time to dinner. Luke sees her particularly interested in his dish, so he proposes to (he gently forces her to) taste it, practically feeding her. It goes without saying that the federal agent would never have thought of finding himself making such a cloying gesture, and above all, without feeling an iota of embarrassment. At that point she pushes him to try her dish. They chat quietly, like a couple who have been married for years, with a few hints of provocation and a few fleeting touches on the part of both. They do not even notice that another hour has passed, until the waiter takes their plates away, both empty.
-Would you like to order dessert?- he asks them, not knowing that he will cause a crisis. Penelope clearly appears uncertain, as much as she inside knows she wants it, so much. She loves a lot of French cuisine, especially desserts. But she is also aware of her own appearance, especially if it is placed next to Luke, with the athletic physique of him even though he is no longer a boy, his muscles, his sculpted chest, his flat stomach. At least for one night, she could make this sacrifice. She doesn’t need sugar or chocolate, Luke will take care of sweetening her and calming her libido.
She feels the man’s eyes on her, analysing her, reading her and coming to the correct conclusion. -Yes, merci beaucoup.- at first the amazement dominates, then a kind of anger mixed with impatience. How can she do the right thing if he doesn’t help her? Luke continues, determined. -For me a dark chocolate and chilli mousse- oh my God, why did she always think of him as someone who liked dark chocolate? Only for the bitterness, because she had always seen him drinking black coffee, without any additions? -for the damoiselle, on the other hand, crème caramel.- she realizes with a little delay that he too has used French, and with excellent results. She believed that the problem only arose when he spoke Spanish, but he would probably be able to turn her on with Russian as well.
The waiter notes the orders, then vanishes. Penelope struggles to recover. -Luke…- she can only say his name. This cursed man has a fantastic dog named Roxy, a unique heart and soul, a sensitivity equal to hers, the appearance of a Greek deity, whatever he says turns her on, whether it’s good or bad, it doesn’t matter. And above all, he reads her mind. It’s not just profiling, it’s connection, for real. What she has always craved with Shane, Kevin, Sam, in whatever relationship she had had. With the team there is something similar, with Derek most of all, but… nothing comparable to this. -How… how..?- she can’t sensibly articulate the shock she feels. The tumult that is upsetting her from within. Not butterflies, but flocks of seagulls.
And Luke just shrugs, not understanding the extent of what he has done. His naivety and unawareness of him are other points in his favor. -I don’t know.- the look of a good man, who as a boy helped the elderly ladies to cross the street not because he had to get a boy scout badge, or because his parents had told him it had to be done, but because he felt inside that was right. -Instinct- he adds and everything around Penelope begins to vibrate. It is the exact moment in which she realizes that he is the right one, that tonight she will sleep with him, because she will not be able to hold back, if he continues along this path. But in order not to look completely crazy, she just grabs his hand and squeezes it tightly. Luke reciprocates, staring at her. His moment of awareness has already happened, much earlier. Finally she has reached him, he can stop running, they can walk together. They have never had with anyone else what there is between them, that mental understanding. After a few moments the dessert arrives, they thank in unison, without separating for a while, both reluctant, but forced to give in. His first spoonful ends up in her mouth. The way she opens it to let him in with the spoon… that’s how they discover that you can be tender and sexy at the same time.
He watches her bare neck as she swallows. -Mmm, bitter.- she comments. Being soulmates doesn’t mean you never have a moment of uncertainty. Luke seems to grasp negative nuances, aimed at his person, rather than the mousse. And he is right, but only halfway. He prepares a spoonful for himself, but remains motionless to scrutinize her.
-Don’t you like it?- he asks her, hoping she’ll say what she really thinks anyway, even if it won’t do him any good. He knows he is bitter, dark, complicated, while she is fresh, clear, nourishing milk. He waits.
Penelope denies it, but there are no traces of lies in her tone. -No, that’s not it, it’s just… I’m not used to it.- that’s a more than enough answer for him. There are many things he will have to get used to, being with her. And not one of them scares him. Not the thought to have the bathroom invaded by hairpins, flowers, colored sheets or decorated with kittens, not even to wear more colorful clothes, or skip a few runs, or shopping, or fighting against his own jealousy, not the perennial fear of lose her and his world with her, not the discussions to come. Not the pain that would overwhelm him in the event of a breakup. He then nods and they taste their sweets in comforting silence.
Of course he insists on paying the bill, just by telling her that she can do it, if she wants, next time. As soon as he closes his wallet he sees her next to him, very close to him, more than before, more than a friend, her hand reaching out to his and she certainly doesn’t need to be asked twice before he’s grabbing it. They stroll along the avenue leading to the parking lot, walking slowly, enjoying every step. At one point, Penelope rests her head on his shoulder, fitting perfectly into his hollow. It’s tailored, suggests an unknown voice to her, or maybe she just thinks it and she lets herself be influenced by her nauseating and romantic atmosphere. One of your ribs is hers, suggests another voice to Luke instead.
They stop near a tree with a mighty trunk, and she is convinced that it is the same plant where she thought he was going to kiss her a few hours earlier. She brushes the bark again with her fingers, almost caresses it, then he pulls her into a hug. That’s too much, more than her security system can handle. She goes completely haywire. -I think…- she starts, but the life saver is activated and French takes over -je suis amoureuse de toi.- Luke can speak French, he understands it. But the fear of having misunderstood this time wins. He plays with her hair for a few seconds before gently pulling her away from him.
He looks at her bright eyes, filled with love and hope. -It’s not fair, chica.- he gently scolds her, trying to get out of the charm of her lips. -Do you want me to speak to you in Spanish?- he certainly doesn’t expect her answer, such a decision. He is wrong.
-Yes.- she caresses his neck, anatomical parts, areas that he now thought were asleep, atrophied, despite he had a girlfriend for two years. Finally her fingers make contact with his hair. Needless to say, it was one of his forbidden dreams. He had never dared to imagine more. -It’s very sexy.- Luke tries to focus each neuron on his next move and not on the feelings of extreme well-being she causes him.
He finds no other solution than to block her hand, grabbing her wrist, slowly, but enough to pull her against him. -Uh, really?-Penelope nods, even though she’s not sure she’ll be able to hear what he’s about to say, because her heartbeat resounds in her ears. -Entonces… Yo tambien estoy enamorado de ti.- but she understands, if not his words, the meaning of his gaze. He feels her shiver, he knows it’s not because of the cold, but because of her emotion. He places both hands on her cheeks, she lifts up on her toes, resting her hands on his mighty shoulders. They squint their eyes together, meeting in the middle. Their hearts are bursting with happiness. They had feared that this time would never come, now they can confidently admit it. They had feared that theirs would remain an epic love, which everyone envies, but no one wants to experience it on their own skin. Instead, here they are, one body, two hearts beating in synchrony, hands clutching the flesh to convince themselves that it is not a dream. Or a hallucination due to red wine.
She is the first to break away, but she doesn’t wait until she catches her breath before asking him her question. -You know the things not to do on a first date?- Luke understands that this is important, but at the same time it leaves room for a joke and that’s how he takes it. He places his hands on her hips in a territorial way.
So he starts listing. -Talking about ex, ordering garlic or onion-based dishes…- she gives him a chuckle, but after a moment she’s serious again.
-… declaring your feelings on paper.- she whispers.
They just look at each other. -I love you.- they say together, before starting to kiss again for a few minutes, and then deciding that it is advisable to move closer to the car. They never really separate; if their mouths are far away, it’s not the same for their hands. Even the latter are becoming more enterprising, while their tongues are fighting a battle with a not so obvious outcome. The hear of the former task force agent fortunately remains active and prevents them from being caught by other patrons, unaware of what is happening not too far from them.
Her wheezing as she tries to free herself from his grasp is so erotic that he is sure it will come back to him at inopportune moments for the next ten years, at the very least. -So, was it worth the amount you spent?- her forehead is sweaty, she has long since stopped shivering, one hand in his hair, the other on his butt, to hold him close to her.
Luke bends more, so much so that he can place his nose in the hollow of her shoulder. He is cold compared to her white skin. -Every single penny.- he whispers, managing to see the goose skin marks that he caused her and enjoying every single dot.
Here she is vibrating again, in his arms. -Oh, Luke.- it’s a moan, nothing more, nothing less. He can’t believe he was able to snatch it from her so simply, using only his nose and breath. By now, however, the hinges have given way, the last barrier has collapsed and she doesn’t seem willing to restore it. He leaves a trail of kisses down her neck, going up in the direction of her mouth, paying attention only to that part for a while, before going down and starting again, going further down, to the hollow of her breast, going up and so forth.
He is driving her crazy, he is aware of it and he likes it. -Penny…- he feels her stiffen, but only for a moment and he imagines (rightly) that it’s due to her nickname, that someone else before him must have used it, not Morgan, though; maybe one of her ex-boyfriends, but it doesn’t matter, especially not right now. He sucks the skin of her neck, delicate and determined, almost mercilessly. Penelope immediately understands what his goal is.
She swallows as her head spins like a top. -Do you want… do you want everyone at work to know that… -but she doesn’t even have the strength to finish the sentence. She can barely cover her mouth before she moans. When he comes off she notices that a red circular mark is already visible.
-That you are mine?- another shock. She never believed she wanted to belong to a person, nor could she be possessive, but with Luke… why is everything always so different, out of the box? -Yes- he looks at her looking for clues that he should stop, but he doesn’t see any, so he picks up his work from the same point, imagining his mark on her pale skin, because it’s about this. Seeing her wearing turtlenecks to hide it, but smiling from time to time at the memory. Her hands massage his skin throughout the procedure.
When he finishes she doesn’t let him go. -I think it is fair that my former colleagues are also informed of the news.- she grabs the skin of his neck with more force than he, without fear of hurting him, engaging in an almost funny way, but he cannot hide the own physical reaction; she feels it precisely against her thigh and there is no need to lie, stating that she doesn’t like the sensation. At the end, they resume kissing as if nothing had happened, but his phone begins to vibrate. She feels it because she has her hand right there. Luke ignores it, but she pushes him away, unable to get out of her head that it could also be serious; the time when she will not have all these kinds of thoughts, that will be the moment when something really bad happens.
He moans, nibbling her ear as she no longer has her mouth available and making the task of picking up his mobile phone certainly not easy. -Let it vibrate indefinitely…- it’s a kind of plea, but Penelope doesn’t let herself be conquered by him.
-You should have turned it off, as you did on your first date with Lisa.- it’s a reproach, but her tone is sweet and a little sad, so he doesn’t take it bad. The device stops vibrating in her hands. She passes it to him and he, who would like to reply, does not even have time to call his boss. There is a text from the same sender; Penelope looks at him reading and understands, even if she was already sure of it.
He stares at the screen until it turns black. He pulls it back into his pocket, sighing. His daydream has just turned into the nightmare that is his life. He can’t believe this is really happening, that he can be so unlucky. He almost forgets all the kisses, the declarations, and the conspicuous pacifier on his neck. -Penelope…- he says, not knowing how to tell her. When the same thing happened while he was having dinner with Lisa, he had been annoyed, yes, but not so much that his work had interfered with his private life (once in a while he decided to have one… but in fact even when he had visited to Phil, it had happened), much more for the fact that it was Garcia who had brought him this news.
She nods, stroking his arm across the fabric, to its full length. -I know.- she speaks softly, in a low voice, more than it would be necessary. -We… you have a case.- she smiles, tries to look cheerful, even if in fact she doesn’t even know what she feels. It would have been different if it had happened while they were at dessert, that is… before she finds out what it feels like to kiss those lips, to be touched by those hands, to feel his desire concretely on her, his voice telling her that he loved her. But now that she’s got all this information… hell if she wants to give it up.
Luke is too immersed in his sadness to really grasp her words. -I’m… I’m sorry, I…- he flutters, forcing her to grab his chin, so that he looks straight into her eyes. What did he expect her to do? Screams, get angry, and then, pick on him? She would be hypocritical.
-Why?- she asks him in fact. -Was it you who committed those crimes?- no answer is needed and he understands it, thankfully. -It was also my job.- yes, it is so easy to forget this too, how many moments lived in this area, almost all linked to the BAU, especially the oldest ones. -I know how it works.- she caresses his face, gently. His recently trimmed beard scratches her skin. -This doesn’t change anything, Luke.- here he is lighting up, regaining life and color. Was this really the problem? -In my heart the evening will remain beautiful, probably…- she hesitates, but she curses herself; he needs to hear it -certainly the best first date of my life.- BOOM, dead, he is again the happiest man in the entire universe. He smiles like an idiot, contemplating her, trying to convince himself that she is a real creature and not an angel, for real.
-For me too, Penny…- he starts kissing her again and she certainly can’t pull back, after a few minutes, however, she forces him to stop. She hates having to play the responsible one; it doesn’t suit her, but this time it’s up to her.
-Luke, we have to go.- she scolds him, trying to appear stern, but his mischievous smile is sufficient proof of how she probably looked funny at best. -The world needs you.- they hold hands even if there are a few steps to reach the car. Penelope realizes that he is still too thoughtful. -We still have one hour of travel to be together.- she then points out to him. She smiles and certainly doesn’t have to force herself. She puts her hand on the gear.
Luke looks at her, before starting the engine. -Penelope, you are so understanding, you are… perfect.- he listens to her sigh, he imagines the air coming out of her lungs. And her breasts firm and round. But it is better to focus on something else, like the road.
-We have waited four years, we can hold out a few more days, right?- they both know what it means. He nods, even though he’s not sure he’s 100 percent convinced. Of course he is able to wait, he would do it even if she needed more time. He doesn’t feel right to do it due to outside interference, but he certainly doesn’t want to ruin their first time with a quickie. On the contrary, he wants to enjoy every single moment, remove one layer at a time of her clothes, kiss every inch of her skin. With all these thoughts on his mind, he hardly notices that they has arrived in front of the IT’s house. He turns off the engine. He lingers on her lips. -Luke, will you be careful?- is the first thing she asks him. He feels the apprehension in her tone and knows that she really means it.
He grabs her face in his hands. As he told Matt shortly after his blind date with Lisa, for years he has been doing just fine on his own, with no one at home to care for him, other than his family. And no one who at the same time distracted him from duty. And with Lisa, after the first few days, not much had changed. It was not for nothing that he had almost risked being blown up. But Penelope… -Hey, do you think I could ever miss such an opportunity?- he sees her bright eyes and knows it’s because she is thinking how she would manage if she were to lose him. He feels a pang in his heart. -I’ll come back to you.- she nods, wiping a tear.
Her lips, still wet with Luke’s saliva, vibrate. -Do you text me when you land?- she is afraid that she claimed too much, but in reality they have belonged to each other in their hearts for much longer and she knows she has that right.
-Of course.- he replies in fact. -Indeed, I will have to restrain myself so as not to overwhelm you with texts.- he too manages to make her laugh and lighten the mood. Penelope punches him playfully on his chest.
-All you want, profiler, but stay focused on work, I don’t want to be a distraction.- here she read his thoughts about her again. Almost the same words.
He moves a few strands of hair behind her ear. -You’ve always been my distraction, Penelope Garcia.- can you cause an orgasm by naming a person? She nearly experienced it on herself. -Don’t pretend you don’t know.- the woman opens her mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. -But you are also the reason to try harder, so don’t worry, I promise I’ll be good.- very nice, but she is satisfied.
She sighs, seeing him lean towards her. -Well, now- she is speechless against his lips -seriously- she tries again, but with the same result -you have to go- she looks at him so that he understands that if it depended on her, she would never chase him away. She would make him come up with her, since they are already here, so he could meet Sergio. And then they could all move in to his apartment…
-I’m going.- his voice shatters thoughts that he doesn’t recognize as his own. One last kiss, this time for real. -Good night, meo amor.-
It’s only been a day, a day and a half, if you really want to be picky. She is about to leave, after a long day of very productive work, when her phone vibrates. Her heart recognizes the caller before her eyes. She replies, not realizing she has a stupid smile on her face. -Hello?- only at the last one she realizes that it could also bring bad news. Reading his name, seeing their photo together, has destabilized her.
-Hey, Penny.- it’s him, from the tone he seems to be fine and from the background, he is probably in the car. -We landed a few minutes ago, instead of sending you a text I thought I’d call… I hope I haven’t bothered you. I think you told me you get off work at seven.- almost no wonder he remembered it.
-Yes, I just finished. How did the case go? How… how are you?- she sees him driving through the grey streets of Quantico, careful as ever. Does he want to ask her out? She starts to go into fibrillation at the very thought of seeing him again. She is a hopeless case.
-I’m fine, but… there is another thing I would like to ask you. I would love to see you tonight- he begins and the smile dies on her lips, realizing what follows -but I’m really tired, the case was pretty tough… so I thought… would you like to have a picnic with me tomorrow?- luckily she got into the car without starting, otherwise she would have risked a collision. -Penelope?- she slaps herself to get out of the trance.
-Yes, yes, I like it. So… can you text me when you get to your house? I know I’m too apprehensive, but…- he interrupts her.
-No, don’t apologize, of course I’ll text you. Will you do the same?- she swallows before answering.
-Obvious. Oh, Luke… I love you.- she has never been the kind of person who repeats statements on the phone, although, he also talked to Rossi years ago, she tried to make every call special, but… it’s just exhausting.
-I love you too.-
Lulled by the sound of his voice she has fallen asleep and it is always Luke who wakes her up. -I’m leaving now, honey.- she loves the naturalness with which he called her that way, but she doesn’t know if she’ll tell him, because after all… she has already given him too many gratifications lately. She laughs at her own stupidity, she gets ready, greets Sergio after checking that everything is in order and reassuring him that, cases permitting, they will spend the evening together, they and his canine brothers. It never happened that a bell ring made her heart jump like that. She comes out trying to measure her steps and she almost bumps into him. The car is parked there in front of her, but he waits for her with open arms. She jumps on him and all her intentions go to hell.
-It’s not normal that I missed you so much…- she whispers, enjoying his scent, natural, reassuring her. The warmth of his body. His arms as her armor.
Luke lifts her chin. -It wouldn’t be if I hadn’t felt the same thing.- they kiss for a few minutes, but this time he is surprisingly the first to break away. -Come on, there’s someone else who missed you…- he leads her to the car, but he makes her get in the backseat, surprising her.
Penelope can’t hold back her screams when she understands. My loves! -She throws herself between the two dogs, who attack her with equal speed and sweetness, submerging her with kisses and fur. She turns for a moment to the man, who observes the scene from his seat, with a crooked smile on his lips. -Luke, I love you, damn!- she seems almost to be sorry for that fact and it makes him laugh out loud.
She gets out, to get into the seat next to him. -Was it so easy to get into your soft armor?- he whispers her then in a hoarse voice. She rolls her eyes, locking the doors.
-Come on, stop it.- she watches him, not understanding why he doesn’t start the engine. -Shall we go?- she asks him. Her eyes continue to flicker towards the rear-view mirror, which gives her the reflection of two wonderful creatures. She has to admit she hadn’t thought of them when Luke offered her the picnic, but it’s his fault, well, her brain was simply too full of the thought of seeing him again.
The man shakes his head seriously. -No, one thing is missing…- her confused expression melts when their lips touch. -I love you, too…- he whispers, before deepening the kiss. They finally leave. Along the way Luke explains where they are headed, also providing some scientific data, gaining jokes about the fact that he looks more and more like Reid (and this is good, it makes him even sexier, in her opinion).
The journey passes pleasantly, between jokes and songs. When they reach the goal, Penelope can’t believe. She expected green, but definitely not even that expanse of sparkling water. -Wow, Luke, it's… it’s wonderful.- she looks at him with tears in her eyes, tightening her grip on Roxy’s leash, needing something to keep her anchored to reality.
Luke, proud, tries to sound like a normal person and not one who is about to scream with joy. Seeing concretely the woman he loves happy for something he has chosen, so at ease with him even though it is not at all her classic environment… is priceless. -And it’s only thirty minutes from Quantico.- he points out, with a stupid smile on his face. She pays no attention to it, because she only captures his absolute beauty, inside and outside of him. -Isn’t it surprising how sometimes we travel the world and don’t notice what we have in front of us?- and she immediately grasps the reference, not at all arcane.
-Yes.- she looks down at her boots. -I… I…- he places a finger on her lips, softly silencing her and preventing her from apologizing for something she’s not really at fault for.
-No, sadness or any melancholy is forbidden today.- he puts his lips on hers and she lets herself be completely guided. Then they walk for a while along the various wooden bridges, which make the landscape even more magical and enchanted. They do not even notice the passing of time, being dragged by the dogs to the perfect place. Like a couple that has been together for years, they feed Roxy and Lou, perfectly synchronized, before taking care of their lunch, sandwiches made by her, vegetarian of course. She asked him by text what he wanted and he replied that she already knew. However, she can’t go into this matter as well, otherwise she risks raising the level of the Potomac. After having all filled their stomachs and also digested, Luke convinces her to leave their puppies off the leash, so that they can let off some energy; Roxy will take care of the reckless Lou. He lays a mat on the lawn and starts kissing her again, until she is completely lying down, then he joins her. After a while, the two dogs also abandon themselves nearby, to recover from their efforts. Penelope hugs him, thinking that she has never been so happy in her life and Luke echoes her.
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Hey guys, if anyone has an MC for TATW and would like a moodboard, feel free to drop me a request and a short description of him/her ur girl is getting pretty bored haha
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Imagine being sogay that when your best friend suggests you to call the guy who’s interested in you, you start talking about getting a cat (and then calling it Sergio)
