Summary: Garcia comes to terms that she’s still bisexual even if she prefers men. Pairing: Bisexual Garcia X Queer Fem Reader Genre: Fluff with a sprinkle of angst Tw/Cw: Garcia doesn’t feel true to herself because of her male crushes, reader is fem/fem presenting, reader tries to help Garcia through her touch of self hatred, a flirt/suggestive moment but no smut Word Count: 740

I didn’t know what to expect when Emily set me up with one of her coworkers. She said that Penelope is so sure of herself, ‘loud’ with her fashion and her makeup. But the lady in front of me looks so shy, unsure of herself and what she was doing here with me.

“Penelope, is something wrong? Are you not having fun here, did I do something wrong?” She looks up, confusion covering her beautiful features.

“No! Why, why would you ever think that?” Her hand stutters as slowly laces between mine

“You seem so.. Cut off.. I don’t know. Do I make you nervous? I know I tend to be abrasive.” Her eyes widen now.

“Oh abrasive could be my middle name! But this.. You. It's just. Oh I don’t know. This is all a big first time.”

I couldn't help but crack a smile, “Emily told me you were used to flirting, got told that you have coco god in your team.” I could feel the heat spread from her face. “It’s okay, are you used to mostly flirting with men and masculine people?”

Her nod reminds me of one from a pup who got caught, “Of course I flirted in college, but I’ve never really got a sapphic relationship. Women are a new territory, they always scared me growing up. So pretty with their curls and their freshly done nails. My mom always told me to love who I wanted but I could never bring home a woman.”

I caress her face gently, “Of course not, you were a minor,” Penelope’s eyes roll as I smile, “It’s okay to be afraid, I don’t think I’ve dated a boy, trans or cis. But I know I’m sapphic, I don’t need to go and kiss a man to know I don’t like it. Just like you don’t have to kiss and date women to just know. Some people need to, but I see it in your eyes. You know you like both men and women.” She nods, finally giving me more attention than she's giving her coffee.

“When did you just..know?” I think for a minute. “I think I always knew, maybe not exactly that I wasn’t into men or masc presenting. But I just knew I was different. I know that’s not the answer you’re looking for, but this has always been my life. I just..I just knew.” I rub the back of her hand gently, she squeezes softly.

Penelope opens her mouth before shutting it, she just stares at me. She’s holding back, she wants to say more. “Breathe pretty, it's okay. We can take this slow, we don’t need a proper title. It can just be us.” I hold her hand a little tighter, “Just us, and I guess your big black twelve pack.” She made a chokes noise hitting my hand.

“Emily told you about that? Oh my God.” I snicker softly, and kiss her hand gently. “I understand he’s a special person in your life, I won’t make you cut him off. I’ll ask for a little more separation of flirting, but I know I’ll rank higher from time to time.” I smile.

“I don’t know Derek Morgan is pretty high on my leaderboard.” Her finger rubs my wrist gently, tracing the star tattoos that litter around my wrist.

“Oh give me one night in your bed princess, and you’ll be so high you’ll be seeing stars for hours.” Her face lights up again, another smack to my wrist. I can’t help but smile, imagining the mornings with her. “But Penny, look at me, I do not care if you only dated men. I don’t care if after me you realize women aren’t your speed. What I care about and what I want you, Penelope Garcia, to care about is having fun with me. I don’t care if by the end of this you want someone else. I just want to help you in any way I can.”

She fully smiles, and I know this is the Penelope that Emily was telling me about, the Penelope I could fall in love with. If I haven’t already.

“Thank you, that’s..more than sweet of you. I hope I can live up to whatever adventures you have in store.”