"Spencer?" Lila called when she heard the door to her hotel room door open and shut. She stepped out of the spacious bathroom into the equally spacious living room of her suite. She saw him walking sluggishly towards the bed.
"Oh no you don't, you need to get into the shower we have to get going. The party starts at 7:30." She started pulling the rollers out of her long blonde hair. Her makeup was flawless and her hair hung in gentle soft curls. All she needed was to slide into her mini cocktail dress and she was dressed to kill.
"I don't think I can. It's been a long week." He sat down heavily.
"You ALWAYS say that." She rolled her eyes. "Why don't' you rest up on the plane back? That's what I do on the way back from a shoot." She placed her hand haughtily on her tiny waist.
"Your job and my job are completely different." He ran is hands over his face.
"Oh sure, you're job is so much better than mine. I forget. I don't work as hard as you do is that it?"
"I….I never, never said that." He stammered hating this arguing every time something came up it always turned into a fight.
"No but that's what you imply. I'm beneath you. You know what I may not be as smart as you are but I know when I deserve better." She ranted.
The 27 year old FBI agent stood up and sighed knowing where this was headed. Again. She opened her mouth to yell at him again but he kissed her cheek and left.
"I mean it Spencer. Were Done!" She shouted as the door shut.
Riding the elevator down he walked wearily to his car. He started his deep green Nissan and pulled out his cell phone.
"Hey kid. What's happening?" Morgan greeted happily over loud music and laughter.
"Not much. You're still at the 8th street bar right?" He pulled out into traffic.
"Yeah, you and Lila coming out?"
"Just me…I'll be there soon." He tried to tame his unruly hair.
"We'll save a seat for you." He hung up and made the 20 minute drive to the bar.
The bar was open and in full swing. A live band playing covers of popular 80s 90s and country songs, but it was being drowned out by the rowdy Saturday night crowd. Weaving his way through the crowd awkwardly he found his co workers and friends at a pub table in the back.
"Hey Spence, Lila being a pain?" JJ sympathized.
Even though she was happily married the genius couldn't curb his school boy crush. "Yeah a bit. I guess it's over." He shrugged.
"Again!" The tech analyst exclaimed in disbelief.
He nodded.
"My God, That's it you need a rebound." Morgan began scanning the bar looking for a hook up.
"Hold up, let me get my drink first." He laughed nervously. Making his way to the bar he found an open space near the corner next to a gorgeous brunette in a tight red dress. She stood out from the crowd. She appeared board and slightly depressed, picking at the coaster her cosmopolitan sat on. He stood waiting for the bar tender trying to appear comfortable but he was fidgety and wired.
"Hello." The bombshell acknowledged coyly. Giving him a shy smile.
He looked around and behind him.
"I'm looking at you handsome. " She giggled. "You here by yourself?" She lazily let her finger trace the edge of her glass.
"Um…no I'm here with some co workers….are you here by yourself?" He stuttered a bit.
"Well, I was supposed to be meeting a guy here but it looks like he stood me up." She sighed.
"I'm...sorry."
"His loss, maybe your gain." She ran her fingers over his hand softly. "Actually it's pretty loud in here. Wanna go somewhere more….private?" Her pink tongue darted out to wet her cherry red lips.
Before he could responded a bar tender came over. She was about 5' 3" brown curly hair fell to the middle of her back. Her black muscle shirt with the bar logo across the bust emphasized her big bust and toned waist. She flung a white bar towel over her shoulder and leaned both hands on the bar.
"Nikki, I know damn well you're not in my bar trying to pick up a john, especially not after my warning of a nice set of silver bracelets and an escorted ride to the cop shop." She warned over the loud music.
The girl, Nikki, said something he didn't quite catch but grabbed her clutch and drink disappearing into the sea of bodies.
"What can I get for you?" She asked sweetly.
"Seven and Seven." He laid down a ten dollar bill, and took the now vacant seat. He made himself slightly more comfortable popping the first 3 buttons of his cotton blue button down shirt.
"ID?" She smiled. She was beautiful. Full lips, prominent cheek bones, button nose, perfectly manicured eyebrows. What caught him off guard were her eyes. They were a very unusual color. Stormy grey with a splash of violet. A beautiful contrast to her dark hair.
He pulled out his FBI credentials; she scanned it and handed it back to him.
"Hard day?" She pulled out a cold bottle of Seagram's Seven.
"Just had my girlfriend leave me?" He said softly.
Handing him his drink, she smiled sadly. Making his change he thanked her and just as he was about to leave she grabbed his arm. "Wait. Wait right here." She went to the mini fridge and pulled out an unlabeled bottle that held a neon rouge color liquid. Grabbing frosted shot glasses she poured two shots. "I just left my boyfriend. Caught him in bed with some red head. Bastard, this one is on the house." She pushed his too him.
"What is it?" He sniffed it.
"Panty dropper. Hopefully you'll find someone's panties to drop and I can find someone to drop mine." They took the shots. "Good luck Spencer." She winked and when to help other patrons.
Back at the table he found JJ beating some men at darts, and Garcia was over at the jukebox. Prentiss and Morgan were smiling at him.
"Wow, that girl in the red was pretty hot. She seemed to want to get to know you." Prentiss smiled.
"Yea and she probably would have robbed me blind in the process. I'm fairly confident she was a prostitute. "He took a big swig.
"Ok well," Morgan scanned and saw a lot of hot women dancing and talking, he settled on the bartender his young co worker had been talking with. "What about the bar tender. She keeps looking at you. And was that a shot she got you to take?"
"Yea she called it a panty dropper. What do you mean she's looking at me?" He turned and caught her smile as she turned her attention to an old man at the bar.
Morgan and Prentiss shared a knowing look. "I think we found you're rebound."
"I don't," He began
"You're fresh out of a relationship and she seems to like you. I think you need this."
"I don't even know here besides she just got out of her relationship too."
"All the more reason, I'd say go for it. You never know. "He finished his beer.
"What am I supposed to do? I have no reason to go over and talk to her at least I needed a drink before." He ran his hands through his hair.
"Go show her a magic trick. Chicks love magic." The tall dark haired beauty of an agent stated.
"Yea, go work your magic genius." He clapped him on the back and turned to Garcia who had rejoined there table.
He sighed and finished his drink. He was not on a mission to get drunk or get laid but if he was going to make a fool of himself he might as well have a reason for talking to her. He made his way to the bar and found the seat still open so he planted himself there and rolled his sleeves to his elbows.
"Back again." She smiled wiping down the bar.
"Yea," He smiled nervously. "Can I get another?" He gave her his empty glass.
"Of course." She mixed it and slid it across the bar to him. She smiled waiting for cash or card and was met with his empty hand. "It's $2.50."
"Yes and you have it." He smirked at her confused look. "It's in your front pocket."
She stared at him for a minute then reached into the pocket of her shorts and pulled out three dollars. Her mouth hung open. "How did you do that?" She asked in disbelief. "That's amazing."
"A magician never reveals his secrets." He leaned in on the bar. "What would be amazing would be if you told me your name."
She thought for a moment and couldn't help the smirk that spread across her face. "Faith. My name is Faith."
"It's beautiful."
A light blush crept across her face. "Thank you." The bar had died down quite a bit which was unusual for a Saturday night but there was another band playing in the square a couple blocks down.
"Hey! Hey Genius!" His friend called from the back. "Were gonna head out. You coming?"
"Nah, I'll see you later!" he called back and waved ignoring the looks from Prentiss and Morgan. Turning back to the bartender. "So Faith," He began feeling confident which was weird for him but it had worked so far for him so he went with it. "What time do you get off work?"
Glancing at the clock above the mirror in the bar, "Um…45 minutes." She dried some glasses.
"Care to join me for a night cap back at my place." He stuttered his confidence wavering. He was also distracted by the way she was chewing on her lower lip. He felt himself stiffen a bit.
"I don't know." She drawled out.
"I just meant," he fumbled. Stopping her took a deep breath. "Sorry, I just meant I like talking to you and would like to get to know you. That's all." He gave a small smile.
She was just about to reply when a busty blonde in a tight thin white shirt and hot orange bra and black booty shorts turned her around. She wrapped her arms around her neck like a hug and pulled her close.
"So don't look now but James just walked in with his slut." She had a deep southern drawl.
Faith let her eyes wander to the door where she saw exactly what she didn't need to. Spencer followed her gaze and saw a tall Norwegian looking man with long blonde hair tied into a low pony and beautiful blue eyes. Under his arm was a taller woman with wild flame red hair and amber eyes. They were a most unsettling couple he'd seen.
"Son of a bitch." She growled and sighed. The other bar tender hugged her tight and kissed her cheek.
"Sorry sugar." She glared at him and flipped him off.
Spencer could see the pain, anger and sadness in her eyes. "Boyfriend?" He ventured.
"Ex. And his whore." She tried to smile sincerely.
"Well, he defiantly downgraded. She wears too much make up. And a bad push up bra." He observed. He wasn't exactly sure if he used the term 'down grade' correctly but he heard Morgan use it on women he tried to pick up or wanted to flatter.
She laughed. "Thank you."
"Hey sugar. Why don't you take the rest of the night off?" The blonde offered.
"Are you sure. I can stay. He doesn't bother me that bad."
"I'm sure go home darlin." She swatted at her butt.
She turned back to the young man who had talked to her for the last half hour. "Is that invite still open?"
"Of course." He stood trying to flatten the wrinkles out of his shirt.
"Great. Let me grab my bag and I'll meet you at the front door." She left him and his untouched drink.
When she came out he was swinging his keys around his finger. She breathed deep as she danced down the stairs to the music drifting in from the square. "It's beautiful out tonight."
He watched her twirl under the cloudless sky of stars. "Yes it is." He opened the car door for her and watched her slide in. Climbing in to the driver's seat he started the car and took off for his flat that was 25 minutes away.
They drove through the older side of town. The building designs were gorgeous. A different era of time. Very 20's like an old movie theater or hotel that had been converted to apartments.
"You live here?" She asked in awe as he opened her door.
"Yes. Third floor. Come on in." He used the key to open the door that led to the lobby. It was decorated like an old twenties building too. Lots of reds and gold's.
"It's beautiful." She looked all around as she was led to the elevator.
Nervously he began to ramble about how in 1926 it had been the premier hotel for the rich and famous. She smiled at his antics.
They stepped out onto the third floor. There were only two doors. He chose the one to the left.
"Welcome to my home. "He opened the door and turned on the lights.
There were books everywhere. Neatly put on shelves but somewhere on the coffee table or the counter top, his living room held a blue loveseat and dark brown recliner facing a 32" flat screen.
"So you're really FBI?" she stuck her hands in her back pockets and bounced on the balls of her feet.
He nodded.
"What do you do there?"
"I'm with the Behavior Analysis Unit. I'm a profiler. I help catch bad guys."
"You're so young." She walked up to him. She was so small next to him. He was tall enough to rest his chin on the top of her head. Standing so close to him she could smell his cologne. It smelled of dark spices and soap. She became aroused by the smell and by his nearness.
"I'm a genius." He said half heartedly.
"Well, I'm not a profiler but I can tell you don't want to talk about it so…." She let the subject drop. "How about you tell me your last name."
Smirking he stepped closer. "A name for a name." He bartered.
"So you can run a government check on me?" He was so near she could feel his breath on her face.
"Maybe or just good manners." He said softly.
"Summers. My name is Faith Summers."
"Dr. Spencer Reid."
"Doctor huh?" she looked up at him
"Yea. Three PHDs." He looked away from her.
She didn't miss a beat and kept true to her word of not prying. "It's getting late." She looked at the clock on his dvr.
"I didn't uh," She cut him off by standing on her tip toes and capturing his lips in chaste kiss. He tasted of mint and 7 and 7. She pulled back. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done,"
He cut her off by pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss. Which she responded to with as much passion as he did. His arm snaked around her waist and wrapped the other one behind her neck. Her hands roamed from his chest to his neck and tangled in his hair.
Moving to his bedroom meant they had to go all the way through his apartment. 'Damn.' He cursed his large floor plan. Talking his chance he let his hands wander to her bottom and lifted her. She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist moaning when her hot center felt his straining hard on.
He pressed her against the wall gently grinding his hips against hers. She moaned which only made him harder. Her delicate fingers made quick work of the buttons of his shirt. She kissed down his neck softly nipping his flesh causing his breathing to hitch.
'She is so different from Lila.' He shook the thought from his head, he pulled back to look at her.
Her eyes were dark with desire, her full lips red and puffy from kissing. Her chest rising and falling quickly. He could feel how much she wanted him; it was almost as much as he wanted her.
"We should take this to the bedroom." He growled out as she softly bit down where his shoulder met his neck.
"Sounds good." She responded huskily. Unwrapping her legs from his waist he let her slide down his tall frame between him and the wall until her feet touched the floor. Grabbing her hand he led her down the hall to his bedroom.
His room was much the same, books everywhere, neat and clean, room darkening curtains pulled closed mostly. In the middle between to nightstands was a king sized sleigh bed with dark blue heavy bedding. It was beautiful. She ran and jumped on the bed coming to rest on her knees and shed her shirt tossing it to the floor and willing him closer with a finger to which he obliged. He captured her lips letting his hands trail nervously up and down her sides.
Pulling away to breath she whispered, "Are you sure you want to do this?" She held his face in her hands making him look at her. His green eyes were darker but filled with doubt.
"Yes," He whispered and began kissing her fingers.
"Then relax. Just feel." She pushed the shirt off his shoulders as his fingers expertly undid her bra letting it fall somewhere with their shirts. He laid her down assaulting her mouth their tongues fighting for dominance.
Her hands reached between them to undo his pants. He shed his pants kicking them off and kissed his way to her breasts. He took in the sight of them. His mouth descended to one of the pink buds flicking his tongue of it causing it to pucker under his breath. His hand was massaging the other.
"Spencer," She panted her back arching a bit to get closer to him. Her legs rubbing against his to gain some much needed friction.
He left her breasts and trailed kisses down her toned stomach to the top of her jean shorts. His long graceful fingers popped the button and slowly unzipped them revealing red lace panties. Pulling her jeans down him muttered, "Beautiful." He watched a blush creep into her face. 'Thank God for eidetic memory.' He said knowing this image would be burned into his mind.
He kissed along the line of panties. Sucking on the hollow of her hip he left a beautiful strawberry mark, loving the sounds she made, a cross between a whimper and a moan. "Please…." She begged.
"What?" He thought he was doing something wrong. Maybe she didn't want to be marked.
"Touch me. Please." She arched her back slightly.
He rubbed her aching soaking core, her hips jerked involuntarily. Rubbing faster he watched as she grabbed at the bedding her hips still trying to get closer to his fingers as they moved. "Let's get rid of these." He slid them down her soft legs and settled himself between them.
He kissed her glistening lips and flicked his tongue over her sensitive skin. He lapped her inner folds sucking on the nub that was the most sensitive area. Her legs spread wider for him. She panted hard and moaned loudly which only gave him the confidence to go farther. He slipped one long finger inside her heated entrance and was surprised when she gasped and called out his name.
'Lila never made these sounds. Hers were fake, like porn. She never moved this much either. Usually it was just fuck me and be done.' He thought trying to push that thought out of his head he moaned against her when she wrapped her fingers in his tousled hair.
"Please don't stop….please." She begged shakily. "God faster….yea..." She exploded against his tongue, lapping at her watching her body twitch in the aftershock. Pulling out he kissed his mark on her hip. "That was…amazing." She ran her hands through her hair dreamily.
He kissed her letting her taste herself on him. Quickly she flipped him onto his back and straddled his lower stomach. "Now," She smiled with a post orgasmic glow. "Your turn." She kissed down his chest scooting down to settle between his legs. She stopped at his hips and sucked his skin marking him as he had done to her. He had never had anything like that done to him. He jerked a bit in surprise. She smiled and looked at his large hardened member. She leaned down to take him into her mouth when he stopped her.
"You don't have to…" He stammered.
She pushed her hair over her shoulder and kissed the tip of his manhood. She bobbed her head so slowly each time taking more of him into her mouth. What didn't fit she wrapped her hand around and moved it in time with her mouth.
His eyes rolled in the back of his head and he moaned involuntarily. When she found a rhythm he softly bucked his hips to match making sure he wasn't choking her.
Sucking on his hardened member she flicked her tongue over his head, licking him with the flat of her tongue, he thrust upward when she began to massage his jewels. Increasing her speed his throaty moans and breathing came faster. She didn't stop until he begged.
"Faith….stop...please stop."
That caught her off guard. He seemed to be enjoying everything she was doing. He was close she could feel it. "What's wrong?" She asked saddened at being told to stop. Maybe he didn't like it.
"You don't have to…I know that…." He was flustered and had a serious case of blue balls at the moment which wasn't helping his thought process. With Lila she hated swallowing and typically if he got a bj there was no sex. It was one or the other and he desperately needed sex.
"Spencer," She trailed her fingers over his quivering thighs. "Stop." She said softly.
He looked at her confused. "What? I just wanted to,"
"Stop comparing this to what you and your ex would do." He was speechless. "I can see it in your eyes. "Trust me I'm not doing anything I don't want to. Just enjoy this." She massaged his twin weights again. He nodded and relaxed. She took him into her mouth again, finding her rhythm it didn't take long for her to have him on the edge of ecstasy again. His muscles tightened and he grasped the bedding for some way of keeping grounded as he fell over the edge spilling his seed into her hot waiting mouth. Swallowing everything he gave his body shuddered and collapsed with the release he finally was granted.
She smiled and lay next to his panting body that at the moment was the consistency of Jell-O. "Told you." She whispered.
It took a moment for him to come down off his high and for his arms and legs to start working again. He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her to sit on top of him. Pulling her down for a kiss he could feel she was ready for him and aching for him.
"Top drawer." He whispered. She leaned over him causing her breasts to fall in his face which he took full advantage of.
She moaned and was just able to grasp the foil packet. He smiled delighted he could bring so much pleasure to someone who reciprocated the feeling.
Rolling the prophylactic down his shaft she resumed her position on top of him. He entered her swiftly both of them calling out. He captured her lips and found a slow steady rhythm. She was tight not virgin but tighter than any girl he's been with. She rocked her hips in time with his and sat up,sending him deeper. Using her knees as leverage to go up and down. The new friction caused him to grasp her thighs tightly as he pushed harder into her. She rubbed her breasts as he picked up speed. Watching her touch and rub herself was increasing his erotic high.
Quickly and smoothly he flipped them. Never breaking contact and slamming his lips against hers dominating her completely. She dug her nails into his shoulders and wrapped her long legs around his waist trying to grasp on to anything that would bring her closer to him. He quickened his pace to a more urgent needing rhythm. She pressed her hands against the headboard to keep from sliding all over the place.
"Oh...Spencer…"She moaned panting and on the verge of screaming his name. A sound he thoroughly enjoyed.
"Say my name." He asked timidly even though he was about to scream her name as well.
"Spencer….Spencer…Spencer!" She screamed and over as her walls were tightening around him. He felt the coil in the pit of his stomach and knew he was close again. A couple more thrusts and they fell over the edge together calling out each other's names. Slowing his pace they rode out the after shock waves, coming down from the euphoric high.
Putting his forearms to keep most of his weight off her placing soft gentle kisses about her face. She sighed happily. "Wow," Was all she said. He couldn't help but let his chest and ego swell a bit with pride. "Yea." He said simply.
They laid together kissing and touching gently and smiling He rolled to the side and assumed she'd be jumping up to get dressed.
'She's not Lila.' He mentally scolded. A tiny voice in the back of his mind replied, 'No she is DEFINATLY not Lila.'
"What are you smiling about?" She pushed the hair back behind his ears. Enjoying the feel of its silkiness and fullness even if it was slightly damp with sweat.
"Just thinking this was the Best experience of my life." He kissed her cheeks.
"You're just saying that." She blushed again. He liked her with a faint pinkness to her fair
"Trust me when I say this, I've never known anything like this. Or like you." He rolled off her and gave her some space. All she did was smile.
"Um…mind if I use your bathroom?"
"No. not at all. Right through there." He pointed a little sad that she was leaving. But he was again struck in amazement as she got out and walked in all her glory with no sheet, no clothing, nothing. Just her beauty. He disposed of the condom and tried desperately to tame his hair.
She came back and crawled back into the bed, burrowing under his blankets next to him curling herself into this side which he automatically wrapped his arm around her gently stroking her spine.
"Do you want me to leave?" She asked shyly. He was silent. What did he want? She had a small sad smile and nodded. "No problem." She made to get up when he tightened his grip on her waist.
"Stay, I" He was cut off by his phone ringing on the nightstand. He sighed and looked at the ID. Lila was on the screen. He sighed.
She smiled. "Want me to answer it?" She laid on her stomach her chin on his chest. He thought. He was done playing Lila's games and besides, she was the one ending the relationship. He handed her his phone.
Clearing her throat she answered sweetly even though it was 3 am. "Hello?"
"Who is this?" the voice demanded.
"I'm sorry, who is this?" she smiled at the agent as he tucked one arm under his head and she sat up tucking the sheet under her arms.
"Don't play games with me. Where's Spencer?" She was pissed.
"He's uh….indisposed at the moment. Can I take a mess?"
"Who is this?" She growled.
"A friend. And you are?"
"His girlfriend. What are you some whore he picked up at the bar? That's always his rebound. But he gets tired and bored with them he comes back to me. Every time sweeties so don't get to comfy before you know it he'll be back with me." She sneered
"This wouldn't happen to be the same girlfriend who left him earlier tonight would it?" She smiled and ran her fingers lightly over his chest and stomach causing him to shiver slightly.
"I didn't leave him he left me!"
He scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Well, you can tell him it's over. I'm not going to be waiting for him anymore. I've moved on with a guy that can actually be there for me when I need him."
She smiled at him. Some of her hair falling in front of her face. He moved it behind her ear and kissed her.
"Then why are you calling?" She smiled and kissed him back ending the phone call and letting it fall on the bed.
"I don't normally take girls home, I" He started.
"Relax, I could tell, this is way out of the norm for you." She kissed him back. "Even if you did. What does that say about me? Going home with some guy and banging for an hour and a half." She smirked and cupped his face with her hands. He relaxed into her touch.
"I know you just got out of a relationship and I have a job that keeps me away for days at a time, but could I see you again?" He looked deeply into her beautiful eyes loosing himself in the violet grey depths.
She looked back at him and smiled. "Sure you know where I work." She yawned.
"Let's get some sleep." They snuggled under the covers. Her head on his chest and holding hands. It was the best sleep he had in months.
When he awoke the next morning he found the bed empty and cold. "Faith?" He called and received no response. Stretching he pulled on his boxers and walked to the kitchen to start his coffee. There he found a note on his counter.
'Spencer,
Thank you for a fantastic night. I hope we can repeat it again soon.
Take care,
Faith'
He smiled and started the coffee and filed the note away in his top night stand. Smiling like a fool he went to shower. 'Yes there would be more nights like that.' He was determined to get to know her one day.