Genius at Work, Chapter 4/15
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madlorificGenius at Work
A "Criminal Minds" fanfiction by MadLori
Be sure you're caught up with Chapter 3 before you proceed; it was posted last night.
Chapter 4
Later that night, lying naked in Emily's arms after having made love to her for the first time, Reid mused that the jeans had been just the first of the correct choices he'd made that night.
She'd loved Hilda's. He'd worried she'd think it was dingy or off-putting, but she'd gotten right into the spirit of the place. She'd endured Hilda's enthusiastic greetings and blatant appraisal with good humor. She'd eaten enough paprikash to earn Hilda's approval and laughed at the squabbling couple's antics and off-kilter singing. She'd held his hand as they left the restaurant and he was glad, because he felt like it was keeping him from floating away.
The look on her face when they'd arrived at the observatory and she'd realized where he'd brought her had been more than worth all the agonizing he'd done over where to take her. Her amazement at seeing Saturn through the telescope made him want to bring her here every night, and watching her eyes sparkle as she stood close to his side looking up at the stars – well, their beauty had nothing on her at that moment, and for the first time in the history of his interactions with women, Reid wasn't anxious or nervous. He knew what he wanted and what she wanted, and when he took her in his arms and kissed her under those stars he felt like a regular person, not an awkward genius who’d never learned how to do this, but a normal man kissing a woman who was kissing him back.
He'd felt something change during that kiss. Before it had been almost an experiment, trying something out. Was there something between them? Could there be more? How would it feel, would they want to do it again? This kiss wasn't about trying each other on to see if they fit. This one was about deciding to risk it, pay their money and walk out of the store.
By the time they left the observatory, holding hands again but keeping each other even closer than before, he'd known that she wanted to sleep with him that night, but he still wasn't sure if it would actually happen.
And now the question was moot. Sex had happened, at her instigation. Reid lay on his side, curled close to her with his head tucked against her neck, his cheek resting on the smooth plane of her shoulder, just basking in the feeling of her soft, strong body against his. She had one arm around his back, her hand idly playing with his hair. They'd been lying like this for about twenty minutes, comfortably silent, soaking each other up.
Any nervousness he might have thought he'd have about having sex with her had vanished as they stripped each other naked. He'd just been so damn turned on that there wasn't room in his head for performance anxiety. How sexy she had looked lying beneath him, looking up at him with a deep flush in her chest and cheeks, her pupils dilated until her eyes appeared almost black, her hands opening the fly of his jeans as she murmured that she wanted him. He'd been tempted to pinch himself to make sure this was real and he hadn't fallen into a fantasy. The reality of her had left any fantasy he'd ever had far in the dust. Her skin was so smooth and her hands on him were demanding. The first time her hand had wrapped around his penis he'd had to bite his lip and think about probability mechanics to avoid coming right then and there, but he'd managed not to embarrass himself. Her body was as beautiful as he'd imagined, and the fact that she was inviting him to make it his, and that she was so forthrightly claiming his as her own, was a deeper turn-on than anything else.
When he'd finally slid into her with a deep sigh of fulfillment, she'd wrapped her arms and legs around him as if she never wanted him to leave, and he got it. For the first time he really got why men for millennia had fought and killed and died for this, because at that moment he felt like he'd do anything, he'd lie or cheat or steal, as long as it meant he could stay here forever and never be parted from her again. He had no idea how he'd managed to hold off long enough for her to come first, but the effort was worth it because it meant he was able to watch her, her beautiful neck arching and her mouth dropping open as she cried out, her fingers clutching in his hair and on his shoulder, her breath gasping fast in and out of her chest as she rode it out. She'd kissed him ferociously as she moaned out the tail end of her orgasm, crushing his head between her hands and thrusting her tongue into his mouth, then drew back and growled in his ear, "I want to see you come now."
That was just about all it took, actually. A few incoherent thrusts and then he was groaning into her mouth and burying himself deep, his brain shutting down in white-hot overload for a few moments.
He'd fantasized about the sex, sure. But what he'd daydreamed about more was what they were doing now. Just lying in each other's arms, not speaking. He could feel a connection knitting itself tight between them and even after he went home and they were apart again, he knew it would still be there.
Reid shifted and scooted up a little bit so his head was even with hers. He propped up on one elbow and looked down at her. Emily turned her head to meet his eyes. There were a lot of things he would like to have said, but one practical thing took precedence. "We didn't use a condom."
"Nope."
"Should we have?"
"I trust that you don't have any diseases."
"Thanks, but that wasn't my primary concern."
"I have an IUD. The Pill gives me awful mood swings."
He nodded. "I should have asked first."
"I'm responsible for my own body, Spencer."
"I know." He leaned over and kissed her, slow and lingering. When he drew back she was smiling up at him.
"That was amazing," she whispered.
He felt himself blush. "It's okay, you don't have to stroke my ego."
"I'm not. I'll be happy to stroke other parts, though," she said with a mischievous little nose-crinkle, her hand wandering over his shoulder and down his upper arm. "Anyway, it's true. That was quite a ride you just gave me."
"Yeah?" he said, daring to believe her.
"Hasn't a woman ever told you that before?"
He shrugged. "Maybe it was never true before. Anyway, I was never sure what to do afterwards. Stay and cuddle? Kiss goodnight and get the hell out? I never knew what to say or how to act."
"You don't seem to be having trouble now."
"It's different with you." He met her eyes. "Everything's different with you."
"So this isn't normal for you?"
He chuckled a little. "I told someone once that I'd never known a normal day in my life. I hardly know what normal is. But...I'll tell you one thing."
"What?"
"This is the most normal I've ever felt." He smiled down at her, his friend and now his lover, and was surprised to see a little extra wetness in her eyes. She drew him down and kissed him again, her hands running up and down his chest. When they pulled apart, that moisture in her eyes had been replaced by desire.
"I can't believe you were hiding this body under those grandpa sweaters," she said.
"It's nothing special."
"Oh, I’ll be the judge of that," she said, grinning. She bent and kissed his chest, flicking her tongue over his nipple. He shivered. "I think it's very nice."
"It'll do, as long as you don't find muscle tone appealing."
"Stop putting yourself down. It isn't very attractive," she said, lifting her head from his chest and frowning at him.
He shrugged. "I've just learned to be realistic."
"What's realistic is that not every girl is looking for a Morgan."
"Sometimes I think that's only true in theory."
She sighed. "Dr. Reid, you are naked in bed with a woman who is very satisfied, and she's telling you that she finds you ten kinds of sexy. Empirically, what does this evidence lead you to conclude?"
Her words buoyed him up and he grinned at her. "I can't make a conclusion yet. I'd need more evidence." He pulled her to him and rolled them both over, pinning her under him again.
She giggled very fetchingly and grabbed his ass. "You are a harsh taskmaster, Agent Reid." She gave him a shove, hooked her leg behind his knee and somehow flipped them both back over, landing astride him and wriggling her butt back against his rapidly hardening cock. "But this round's to me." She bent and kissed him, and he knew that there would be no more talking for awhile.
They got back in the car, Reid taking one more look up at this house that was, incomprehensibly, his. He was a little terrified of all the work ahead and all the checks he'd have to write and the rapid denuding of the balance in the account where he'd deposited the money from his father, but told himself it would all be worth it in the end. He'd have a unique house that was just what he wanted, and it would be paid for. No rent, no mortgage. What a fantastic notion that was.
Emily was looking around the neighborhood as they turned around and drove out the way they'd come. "Hmm. Suburbia."
"I know."
"It's a little terrifying."
"I don't know what I'm going to say to these people."
"Maybe you won't have to. Maybe they're the insular type."
"I don't think so. I've already been accosted twice when I was here looking at the building. I think the whole neighborhood is champing at the bit for someone to either fix up that place or bulldoze it. They're going to be riveted when the renovations start."
"Well – if you start wearing Dockers and talking about your stock portfolio I'm sending in the deprogrammers."
He grinned. "I'm glad you have my back."
They had just pulled up to a stoplight. Emily leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I'd rather have your front," she said, and suddenly her hand was on his fly.
Reid jumped. "Driving! I'm driving here!"
She drew back, looking pleased with herself. "All right, I'll be good. For now."
He pulled through the intersection. He wanted to ask her what was happening next, but he was afraid she'd say something like "Well, I have a lot of things to do, so just drop me off..." and that would be it.
Think of something to say that's not presumptuous but gives her an opening.
A few blocks later, he thought of something. "I ought to take a shower after all this exertion," he said.
"You can shower at my place. Don't you have a go bag in the car?"
It was all he could do not to beam in triumph. "Yeah, in the trunk."
She looked over at him and he could see that she wasn't fooled. "You're not inconveniencing me, you know. Quit giving me chances to send you home." She blinked, then looked a little uncertain. "Unless you want to go home," she said.
"No! I mean – I'd rather stay with you."
"I don't want to keep you from your work. You always seem to be doing work on the weekends."
"I work because I don't have anything better to do. It makes me feel productive."
She smirked. "Are you saying that I'm something better to do?"
He glanced over at her. "It beats reading back issues of Journal of Behavioral Profiling."
"Gee, thanks." She slid her hand over his knee. "And don't worry. I'll make sure you feel extremely productive."
Reid stepped on the gas a little. No reason to dawdle.
They were already kissing before they got in the door of her condo. Emily fumbled for the key with one hand, her other arm wound around Reid's neck, her back pressed against the door. Reid slipped his arm around her waist and hauled her against him, plucked the key from her hand and opened the door himself. They stumbled through, laughing as they tripped on the threshold, and Emily kicked the door shut as she shoved him up against the wall of the entryway. Reid dropped his go bag on the floor so he could get both hands on her. He feared he wasn't exhibiting very much finesse, all grabby hands and grasping arms and haphazard lips, but she wasn't much better so he guessed it was okay. He turned them around and pressed her back to the wall, angling his head to dive deeper, get more of her, he just wanted more. She raised one knee and he grabbed her leg under her thigh, hiking it high over his hip. A moan slipped past her lips as he ground their lower bodies together, looking down into her upturned face, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She reached around him and grabbed his ass, pulling him in even tighter. Reid's heart was racing; he was practically gasping for breath. "You drive me crazy," he muttered, the words escaping him before he even knew he was going to say them.
She rewarded him with a low and sexy laugh. "How crazy?" she said, her hands busy on his lower back and ass.
"I don't know," he said, sliding his hand up her chest until it was filled with her soft breast. He kneaded it gently, watching her eyes go half-mast. "You tell me."
Her chest was heaving with deep, aroused breaths now. "Well, you drive me crazy like – crop circles crazy."
He smiled, still fondling her breast, his other hand on her ass, holding her tightly to him. "How about learning to speak Elvish crazy?"
"You're telling me you don't speak Elvish? I'm disappointed." One of her hands had migrated around to the front of his pants and was stroking him through the fabric.
"That’s a nerdy bridge too far, even for me." He ducked his head and pressed his lips to her neck, sucking on the soft skin there, feeling her racing pulse under his lips. I'm doing that to her. I'm making her heart beat like that, just like she's doing to me. She arched her neck and tangled her hand in his hair, holding him close, while her other hand stayed busy on his fly. Suddenly her hand was inside the front of his jeans and wrapped around his erection. "Crazy like if Hotch found out about this," he murmured, recapturing her lips.
"Crazy like us having sex right here in the hallway," she growled between kisses. Both her hands were at his fly now, scrabbling to unzip him. That statement left Reid beyond any kind of verbal response. His mind went blank and all there was in the world was her and him and the need to be inside her like he'd die otherwise. Then his pants were open and she was shoving her own down and turning around; he didn't like that, it meant he couldn't see her face or kiss her, but he was beyond arguing. She reached back and yanked him tight up against her. He slid his hands over the tops of her thighs, bent his legs and pushed forward, seeking her center and finding it. She groaned and pushed back at him, flattening her hands against the wall. Reid sagged forward against her back, wrapping both arms around her and kissing whatever he could reach, her neck, her cheeks, her shoulder blades. "Come on," she hissed.
I never imagined she'd be so...uninhibited, some vestige of rationality mused. But it didn't have much else to say. This wasn't like the lovemaking they'd shared the night before. This sex was hard, it was fast, it was frantic. He couldn't think about drawing it out or holding back, all he could do was give it to her like she wanted as much as he was able, although he didn't know if hallway-sex was really his forte. He'd have felt more confident in a bed, where there were familiar things – where there was leverage. Emily was making amazing little high-pitched grunting noises that spurred him on despite the awkwardness of the position and Reid knew he couldn't last. That primal urge was rising in him again, the reptile brain that made him want to come inside her and do it sooner rather than later. One of her hands was now between her legs, stroking herself; Reid slipped his hand under the hem of her shirt and cupped her breast.
It was over too quickly. She clenched around him and slapped her free hand against the wall, her head dropping down, and that pulled him over the edge with her. They stayed there for a moment, sort of propping each other up while they caught their breath. Emily slid off him, turned around and kissed him with frenetic enthusiasm and uncertain aim. "Damn," she breathed. "That was hot."
"Ow," he said, straightening up, his bad knee giving a twinge. He gave it a little shake.
"Oh!" she said, her satisfied post-sex expression falling away to be replaced by concern. "Oh, your knee...that couldn't have been good for it."
"It's fine."
"I'm sorry, I..."
He held up a hand. "I don't remember you twisting my arm."
"No, I just pounced on you." They were both straightening themselves up a little. Pants were back in their appropriate places.
"You said something about a shower earlier," Reid said, palming a little sweat off his brow.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." She picked up his go bag. "C'mon. Upstairs." His knee kept pinging now and then as he climbed them. Emily watched him ascend from the top step, looking worried. "Oh, honey. You didn't hurt it, did you?"
He barely heard her. "What did you call me?"
She smiled a little shyly. "Um...I think I called you 'honey.'"
"Wow."
"Is that okay?"
"Sure. I just didn't think I'd get an endearment this quickly."
"We seem to be doing everything at breakneck speed." He followed her into the bedroom where they'd spent such a memorable night. "Towels are here. Use whatever, although I'd stay away from the brown shower gel unless you want to smell like a cookie for the rest of the day."
He nodded, opening his go bag on the bed and pulling out a change of clothes. "Glad I packed these cords. I don't really want to hang out here wearing dress pants and a blazer."
Emily grinned. "You do look cute in them, though."
He blushed again and gave her a little eyeroll as he passed her on his way into the bathroom. A sudden thought struck him and he paused, turning back to face her. "Uh...you didn't...did you want to, uh...join me?"
She blinked. "No, why?"
"Oh. Good. I just thought women liked that sort of thing."
"Showering together? Overrated. I'll take my turn when you're done."
"Sweet."
Reid came downstairs, hair damp, and found Emily sitting on the couch with her laptop. "Shower's all yours."
She got up and smiled at him. "Your hair's all curled up at the ends," she said, fingering the wet tips of his hair.
"I have to let it air-dry or it turns into a giant frizzball."
She headed for the stairs but stopped and turned back just as she reached them. "What do you want to do today?"
"Umm...I don't know. How, uh...how long do you want me to stay?"
"How long do you want to stay?"
"I don't know, as long as you want me to stay."
She shook her head. "Well, this is getting us nowhere."
"I don't know what to say."
"Tell me what you want. Don't worry about what I want."
"Honestly? What I want is to spend as much time with you as you'll let me."
"I think we're on the same page, Spencer." For a few moments they just stood there beaming at each other. "I'm going to take a shower and then we can just chill," she finally said. "We don't have to do anything or even talk. You'll deny it, but I know that there is something you probably want to work on or read or commit to memory. You can. Do your work and I'll do mine and at some point there'll have to be food and maybe later we can go out. If we feel like it."
Reid smiled. That sounded like the perfect day. "Awesome."
A "Criminal Minds" fanfiction by MadLori
Be sure you're caught up with Chapter 3 before you proceed; it was posted last night.
Chapter 4
The only sound in the room was their breathing, fast and deep like they'd just run a mile. Emily was draped across his chest, spent. He had one arm slung about her shoulders, one leg hanging off the side of the bed, the sheets tangled around them haphazardly.
Her mind was spinning. Holy shit, Prentiss. You just had mad crazy sex with Spencer Reid.
Yep, you did. And it was pretty damn awesome sex. Chew on that for awhile.
I'd rather chew on him.
Down, girl. Give him a few minutes to recover.
Does he need it? He just did you twice in less than an hour.
--How to Fight Loneliness, Chapter 5
Later that night, lying naked in Emily's arms after having made love to her for the first time, Reid mused that the jeans had been just the first of the correct choices he'd made that night.
She'd loved Hilda's. He'd worried she'd think it was dingy or off-putting, but she'd gotten right into the spirit of the place. She'd endured Hilda's enthusiastic greetings and blatant appraisal with good humor. She'd eaten enough paprikash to earn Hilda's approval and laughed at the squabbling couple's antics and off-kilter singing. She'd held his hand as they left the restaurant and he was glad, because he felt like it was keeping him from floating away.
The look on her face when they'd arrived at the observatory and she'd realized where he'd brought her had been more than worth all the agonizing he'd done over where to take her. Her amazement at seeing Saturn through the telescope made him want to bring her here every night, and watching her eyes sparkle as she stood close to his side looking up at the stars – well, their beauty had nothing on her at that moment, and for the first time in the history of his interactions with women, Reid wasn't anxious or nervous. He knew what he wanted and what she wanted, and when he took her in his arms and kissed her under those stars he felt like a regular person, not an awkward genius who’d never learned how to do this, but a normal man kissing a woman who was kissing him back.
He'd felt something change during that kiss. Before it had been almost an experiment, trying something out. Was there something between them? Could there be more? How would it feel, would they want to do it again? This kiss wasn't about trying each other on to see if they fit. This one was about deciding to risk it, pay their money and walk out of the store.
By the time they left the observatory, holding hands again but keeping each other even closer than before, he'd known that she wanted to sleep with him that night, but he still wasn't sure if it would actually happen.
And now the question was moot. Sex had happened, at her instigation. Reid lay on his side, curled close to her with his head tucked against her neck, his cheek resting on the smooth plane of her shoulder, just basking in the feeling of her soft, strong body against his. She had one arm around his back, her hand idly playing with his hair. They'd been lying like this for about twenty minutes, comfortably silent, soaking each other up.
Any nervousness he might have thought he'd have about having sex with her had vanished as they stripped each other naked. He'd just been so damn turned on that there wasn't room in his head for performance anxiety. How sexy she had looked lying beneath him, looking up at him with a deep flush in her chest and cheeks, her pupils dilated until her eyes appeared almost black, her hands opening the fly of his jeans as she murmured that she wanted him. He'd been tempted to pinch himself to make sure this was real and he hadn't fallen into a fantasy. The reality of her had left any fantasy he'd ever had far in the dust. Her skin was so smooth and her hands on him were demanding. The first time her hand had wrapped around his penis he'd had to bite his lip and think about probability mechanics to avoid coming right then and there, but he'd managed not to embarrass himself. Her body was as beautiful as he'd imagined, and the fact that she was inviting him to make it his, and that she was so forthrightly claiming his as her own, was a deeper turn-on than anything else.
When he'd finally slid into her with a deep sigh of fulfillment, she'd wrapped her arms and legs around him as if she never wanted him to leave, and he got it. For the first time he really got why men for millennia had fought and killed and died for this, because at that moment he felt like he'd do anything, he'd lie or cheat or steal, as long as it meant he could stay here forever and never be parted from her again. He had no idea how he'd managed to hold off long enough for her to come first, but the effort was worth it because it meant he was able to watch her, her beautiful neck arching and her mouth dropping open as she cried out, her fingers clutching in his hair and on his shoulder, her breath gasping fast in and out of her chest as she rode it out. She'd kissed him ferociously as she moaned out the tail end of her orgasm, crushing his head between her hands and thrusting her tongue into his mouth, then drew back and growled in his ear, "I want to see you come now."
That was just about all it took, actually. A few incoherent thrusts and then he was groaning into her mouth and burying himself deep, his brain shutting down in white-hot overload for a few moments.
He'd fantasized about the sex, sure. But what he'd daydreamed about more was what they were doing now. Just lying in each other's arms, not speaking. He could feel a connection knitting itself tight between them and even after he went home and they were apart again, he knew it would still be there.
Reid shifted and scooted up a little bit so his head was even with hers. He propped up on one elbow and looked down at her. Emily turned her head to meet his eyes. There were a lot of things he would like to have said, but one practical thing took precedence. "We didn't use a condom."
"Nope."
"Should we have?"
"I trust that you don't have any diseases."
"Thanks, but that wasn't my primary concern."
"I have an IUD. The Pill gives me awful mood swings."
He nodded. "I should have asked first."
"I'm responsible for my own body, Spencer."
"I know." He leaned over and kissed her, slow and lingering. When he drew back she was smiling up at him.
"That was amazing," she whispered.
He felt himself blush. "It's okay, you don't have to stroke my ego."
"I'm not. I'll be happy to stroke other parts, though," she said with a mischievous little nose-crinkle, her hand wandering over his shoulder and down his upper arm. "Anyway, it's true. That was quite a ride you just gave me."
"Yeah?" he said, daring to believe her.
"Hasn't a woman ever told you that before?"
He shrugged. "Maybe it was never true before. Anyway, I was never sure what to do afterwards. Stay and cuddle? Kiss goodnight and get the hell out? I never knew what to say or how to act."
"You don't seem to be having trouble now."
"It's different with you." He met her eyes. "Everything's different with you."
"So this isn't normal for you?"
He chuckled a little. "I told someone once that I'd never known a normal day in my life. I hardly know what normal is. But...I'll tell you one thing."
"What?"
"This is the most normal I've ever felt." He smiled down at her, his friend and now his lover, and was surprised to see a little extra wetness in her eyes. She drew him down and kissed him again, her hands running up and down his chest. When they pulled apart, that moisture in her eyes had been replaced by desire.
"I can't believe you were hiding this body under those grandpa sweaters," she said.
"It's nothing special."
"Oh, I’ll be the judge of that," she said, grinning. She bent and kissed his chest, flicking her tongue over his nipple. He shivered. "I think it's very nice."
"It'll do, as long as you don't find muscle tone appealing."
"Stop putting yourself down. It isn't very attractive," she said, lifting her head from his chest and frowning at him.
He shrugged. "I've just learned to be realistic."
"What's realistic is that not every girl is looking for a Morgan."
"Sometimes I think that's only true in theory."
She sighed. "Dr. Reid, you are naked in bed with a woman who is very satisfied, and she's telling you that she finds you ten kinds of sexy. Empirically, what does this evidence lead you to conclude?"
Her words buoyed him up and he grinned at her. "I can't make a conclusion yet. I'd need more evidence." He pulled her to him and rolled them both over, pinning her under him again.
She giggled very fetchingly and grabbed his ass. "You are a harsh taskmaster, Agent Reid." She gave him a shove, hooked her leg behind his knee and somehow flipped them both back over, landing astride him and wriggling her butt back against his rapidly hardening cock. "But this round's to me." She bent and kissed him, and he knew that there would be no more talking for awhile.
"Can we look inside?"
"It isn't safe right now. The building's in pretty bad shape structurally. I got it for practically nothing, so I can use most of the money to renovate. Morgan's going to help me do it frugally, so I'll still have some to save for my mom's medical bills. They’ve started on the subfloors already.”
"It's amazing. I can't wait to see it when it's done."
He grinned. "Yeah. Me neither."
--How to Fight Loneliness, Chapter 5
They got back in the car, Reid taking one more look up at this house that was, incomprehensibly, his. He was a little terrified of all the work ahead and all the checks he'd have to write and the rapid denuding of the balance in the account where he'd deposited the money from his father, but told himself it would all be worth it in the end. He'd have a unique house that was just what he wanted, and it would be paid for. No rent, no mortgage. What a fantastic notion that was.
Emily was looking around the neighborhood as they turned around and drove out the way they'd come. "Hmm. Suburbia."
"I know."
"It's a little terrifying."
"I don't know what I'm going to say to these people."
"Maybe you won't have to. Maybe they're the insular type."
"I don't think so. I've already been accosted twice when I was here looking at the building. I think the whole neighborhood is champing at the bit for someone to either fix up that place or bulldoze it. They're going to be riveted when the renovations start."
"Well – if you start wearing Dockers and talking about your stock portfolio I'm sending in the deprogrammers."
He grinned. "I'm glad you have my back."
They had just pulled up to a stoplight. Emily leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I'd rather have your front," she said, and suddenly her hand was on his fly.
Reid jumped. "Driving! I'm driving here!"
She drew back, looking pleased with herself. "All right, I'll be good. For now."
He pulled through the intersection. He wanted to ask her what was happening next, but he was afraid she'd say something like "Well, I have a lot of things to do, so just drop me off..." and that would be it.
Think of something to say that's not presumptuous but gives her an opening.
A few blocks later, he thought of something. "I ought to take a shower after all this exertion," he said.
"You can shower at my place. Don't you have a go bag in the car?"
It was all he could do not to beam in triumph. "Yeah, in the trunk."
She looked over at him and he could see that she wasn't fooled. "You're not inconveniencing me, you know. Quit giving me chances to send you home." She blinked, then looked a little uncertain. "Unless you want to go home," she said.
"No! I mean – I'd rather stay with you."
"I don't want to keep you from your work. You always seem to be doing work on the weekends."
"I work because I don't have anything better to do. It makes me feel productive."
She smirked. "Are you saying that I'm something better to do?"
He glanced over at her. "It beats reading back issues of Journal of Behavioral Profiling."
"Gee, thanks." She slid her hand over his knee. "And don't worry. I'll make sure you feel extremely productive."
Reid stepped on the gas a little. No reason to dawdle.
They were already kissing before they got in the door of her condo. Emily fumbled for the key with one hand, her other arm wound around Reid's neck, her back pressed against the door. Reid slipped his arm around her waist and hauled her against him, plucked the key from her hand and opened the door himself. They stumbled through, laughing as they tripped on the threshold, and Emily kicked the door shut as she shoved him up against the wall of the entryway. Reid dropped his go bag on the floor so he could get both hands on her. He feared he wasn't exhibiting very much finesse, all grabby hands and grasping arms and haphazard lips, but she wasn't much better so he guessed it was okay. He turned them around and pressed her back to the wall, angling his head to dive deeper, get more of her, he just wanted more. She raised one knee and he grabbed her leg under her thigh, hiking it high over his hip. A moan slipped past her lips as he ground their lower bodies together, looking down into her upturned face, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She reached around him and grabbed his ass, pulling him in even tighter. Reid's heart was racing; he was practically gasping for breath. "You drive me crazy," he muttered, the words escaping him before he even knew he was going to say them.
She rewarded him with a low and sexy laugh. "How crazy?" she said, her hands busy on his lower back and ass.
"I don't know," he said, sliding his hand up her chest until it was filled with her soft breast. He kneaded it gently, watching her eyes go half-mast. "You tell me."
Her chest was heaving with deep, aroused breaths now. "Well, you drive me crazy like – crop circles crazy."
He smiled, still fondling her breast, his other hand on her ass, holding her tightly to him. "How about learning to speak Elvish crazy?"
"You're telling me you don't speak Elvish? I'm disappointed." One of her hands had migrated around to the front of his pants and was stroking him through the fabric.
"That’s a nerdy bridge too far, even for me." He ducked his head and pressed his lips to her neck, sucking on the soft skin there, feeling her racing pulse under his lips. I'm doing that to her. I'm making her heart beat like that, just like she's doing to me. She arched her neck and tangled her hand in his hair, holding him close, while her other hand stayed busy on his fly. Suddenly her hand was inside the front of his jeans and wrapped around his erection. "Crazy like if Hotch found out about this," he murmured, recapturing her lips.
"Crazy like us having sex right here in the hallway," she growled between kisses. Both her hands were at his fly now, scrabbling to unzip him. That statement left Reid beyond any kind of verbal response. His mind went blank and all there was in the world was her and him and the need to be inside her like he'd die otherwise. Then his pants were open and she was shoving her own down and turning around; he didn't like that, it meant he couldn't see her face or kiss her, but he was beyond arguing. She reached back and yanked him tight up against her. He slid his hands over the tops of her thighs, bent his legs and pushed forward, seeking her center and finding it. She groaned and pushed back at him, flattening her hands against the wall. Reid sagged forward against her back, wrapping both arms around her and kissing whatever he could reach, her neck, her cheeks, her shoulder blades. "Come on," she hissed.
I never imagined she'd be so...uninhibited, some vestige of rationality mused. But it didn't have much else to say. This wasn't like the lovemaking they'd shared the night before. This sex was hard, it was fast, it was frantic. He couldn't think about drawing it out or holding back, all he could do was give it to her like she wanted as much as he was able, although he didn't know if hallway-sex was really his forte. He'd have felt more confident in a bed, where there were familiar things – where there was leverage. Emily was making amazing little high-pitched grunting noises that spurred him on despite the awkwardness of the position and Reid knew he couldn't last. That primal urge was rising in him again, the reptile brain that made him want to come inside her and do it sooner rather than later. One of her hands was now between her legs, stroking herself; Reid slipped his hand under the hem of her shirt and cupped her breast.
It was over too quickly. She clenched around him and slapped her free hand against the wall, her head dropping down, and that pulled him over the edge with her. They stayed there for a moment, sort of propping each other up while they caught their breath. Emily slid off him, turned around and kissed him with frenetic enthusiasm and uncertain aim. "Damn," she breathed. "That was hot."
"Ow," he said, straightening up, his bad knee giving a twinge. He gave it a little shake.
"Oh!" she said, her satisfied post-sex expression falling away to be replaced by concern. "Oh, your knee...that couldn't have been good for it."
"It's fine."
"I'm sorry, I..."
He held up a hand. "I don't remember you twisting my arm."
"No, I just pounced on you." They were both straightening themselves up a little. Pants were back in their appropriate places.
"You said something about a shower earlier," Reid said, palming a little sweat off his brow.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." She picked up his go bag. "C'mon. Upstairs." His knee kept pinging now and then as he climbed them. Emily watched him ascend from the top step, looking worried. "Oh, honey. You didn't hurt it, did you?"
He barely heard her. "What did you call me?"
She smiled a little shyly. "Um...I think I called you 'honey.'"
"Wow."
"Is that okay?"
"Sure. I just didn't think I'd get an endearment this quickly."
"We seem to be doing everything at breakneck speed." He followed her into the bedroom where they'd spent such a memorable night. "Towels are here. Use whatever, although I'd stay away from the brown shower gel unless you want to smell like a cookie for the rest of the day."
He nodded, opening his go bag on the bed and pulling out a change of clothes. "Glad I packed these cords. I don't really want to hang out here wearing dress pants and a blazer."
Emily grinned. "You do look cute in them, though."
He blushed again and gave her a little eyeroll as he passed her on his way into the bathroom. A sudden thought struck him and he paused, turning back to face her. "Uh...you didn't...did you want to, uh...join me?"
She blinked. "No, why?"
"Oh. Good. I just thought women liked that sort of thing."
"Showering together? Overrated. I'll take my turn when you're done."
"Sweet."
Reid came downstairs, hair damp, and found Emily sitting on the couch with her laptop. "Shower's all yours."
She got up and smiled at him. "Your hair's all curled up at the ends," she said, fingering the wet tips of his hair.
"I have to let it air-dry or it turns into a giant frizzball."
She headed for the stairs but stopped and turned back just as she reached them. "What do you want to do today?"
"Umm...I don't know. How, uh...how long do you want me to stay?"
"How long do you want to stay?"
"I don't know, as long as you want me to stay."
She shook her head. "Well, this is getting us nowhere."
"I don't know what to say."
"Tell me what you want. Don't worry about what I want."
"Honestly? What I want is to spend as much time with you as you'll let me."
"I think we're on the same page, Spencer." For a few moments they just stood there beaming at each other. "I'm going to take a shower and then we can just chill," she finally said. "We don't have to do anything or even talk. You'll deny it, but I know that there is something you probably want to work on or read or commit to memory. You can. Do your work and I'll do mine and at some point there'll have to be food and maybe later we can go out. If we feel like it."
Reid smiled. That sounded like the perfect day. "Awesome."
