Disclaimer: see my profile

A/n Adele decided that "Afternoon Delight" needed an M rated followup. I don't have any control over her. I'm just her willing slave. I'm not sure how many chapters will be involved. It depends on Adele and the plot bunnies.

See

"Come in…" Garcia called over her shoulder. Her hands never stopped their work, even when she saw that it was Reid, rather than Kevin, in the reflection off her monitor. "Hey sweet cheeks, this is a wonderful surprise. What can I do for you?"

He didn't answer which made her fingers stop their mad dance on her keyboard. She turned in her chair and confronted him. He resembled someone on too much sensory overload, "What's wrong?"

He lifted his eyes from studying the floor. "I should just go. It was a bad idea to come in here. Emily will be mad if -"

"Oh," Garcia grinned. "So you're disturbing my sanctuary for woman problems." She kidded.

"It's serious!" He suddenly flapped his arms around so that she had to duck or risk a smack in the face. "She's coming to my place tonight and we -" He broke off so suddenly it was like a cork shooting out of the mouth of a bottle of shaken wine. "Never mind," He went scarlet in the cheeks. "I shouldn't be in here talking to you about it. She'd be really mad and -"

Garcia went to her office door and shut it firmly. "Why don't we continue this discussion with a little more privacy?"

"Garcia!"

"You came in here to ask me something." She reminded him as she moved past him to her chair.

The perfume she wore reminded him of flowers in springtime. Her eyes sparkled behind the tortoise shell frames she wore. "If you're going to laugh at me, I'll leave." He snapped

"No you don't," She stepped back and blocked his exit from her 'bat cave,' with a hand on his chest. "Talk to me Dr Reid, or I'll call Morgan in here."

"Alright… I surrender to the great Penelope Garcia."

"That's better." She went to her chair and sat down, sweeping her dark green skirt under her with both hands.

"I invited Emily over and sort of told her that I was - well you know. Do I have to say it?" He blurted out miserably.

"I get it. You're planning a romantic evening. I think it's sweet." She grinned at him.

"I don't know what to do. What if she expects me to be someone I'm not, like Morgan? I don't know how to be suave and romantic. She's going to laugh at me."

Garcia pinched his bare forearm hard. "Stop it or I'll smack you silly then call Morgan in here."

"I'm serious!" He got up to pace her tiny office. "I don't know how to be romantic or -" He faced her door and went silent.

"Oh…" She faced her computer so they were back to back. "You should go talk to Morgan."

"He'll laugh at me. I'm a twenty-nine year old virgin Garcia. I'll never hear the end of it."

"Come over here and let me tell you a little secret." She turned around again and patted the chair next to her desk.

"NO!"

"Don't make me come over there and get you." She patted the chair again.

He came back and sat down. "I hate this!" He slapped his hand down on the desk. "I'm tired of always stumbling around like a teenager that doesn't know anything about love!"

"Hey… Stop it right now. You know more about love than most people ever learn in a lifetime. Just because you don't have experience with women, doesn't mean you don't know how to love. Besides, you men always equate sex with love. It drives us crazy! Women don't think that way."

"That's not true Garcia. Emily and I have been going out for three months. She wants to take it to the next level. I'm the one that's been resisting. Then the other night we were walking around the Lincoln Memorial after dark. The moon was full and it was so beautiful. I looked over at her and I just knew that I…"

"Wanted to get in her pants," Garcia finished for him with a slow wink.

"That's not funny Garcia."

"I'm sorry Reid. Look, just go with your heart. You already did the hard thing. You asked her out for the first time and you decided when you felt ready for intimacy. You'll know what to do tonight. Trust me!"

He began twisting his hands around in his lap. "I know that Garcia. I just want to make everything perfect."

"Oh…" She put a hand under his chin and pulled his face up to look at her. "Listen to me sweet cheeks. By the time I'm done with you Emily won't know what hit her."

Reid jumped and almost knocked over one of the wine glasses he'd put on his kitchen table when his doorbell buzzed. He looked up at the clock in the soft light of the room. Nine pm. His heart began to pound so hard, he got dizzy as he went to the front door.

"Hi," He squeaked handing her a single scarlet rose, so deep in color it looked almost black.

She wore a black chiffon halter dress with matching heels and handbag. She'd left her hair down in flowing waves over her shoulders just the way he liked it. Her scarlet lips smiled at him as her eyes roamed around the entryway and living room of his apartment.

"Wow!" She stepped up and kissed him on the lips, much too briefly for his taste. "Your place looks beautiful." She put the rose to her nose and breathed in deeply. "I'm impressed. Thanks for the beautiful rose."

There were fat white candles on every free surface of the room. All of them were lit, so that golden light filled the room in fluttering waves. Some of them must have been perfumed because she could smell the gentle scent of vanilla and cinnamon. More red and pink roses stood in vases all around the room. Soft music played from his entertainment system, something with a lot of sax and piano.

"You like it?" Reid asked hesitantly.

She pulled him in for another long wet kiss that left him breathless. "Is that a yes?"

She laughed and hugged him tight. "That was a yes Dr. Reid. Your living room looks great. I like the music too."

"I bought some white wine. It's your favorite." He informed her.

She stopped him from leaving her side with another kiss. "I think we can forget the wine for now." She said right before he lost the ability to think from lack of oxygen.

"Oh… Um… Do you want something to eat?" He fumbled feeling like a complete jackass.

"No… I'm not hungry, for food, that is." She winked at him and his mouth went dry.

"We should talk -"

She pulled him back in for a third kiss. This time her tongue worked its way into his mouth. He tasted the faint reminder of her peppermint toothpaste. Her hands tangled in his short hair tugging it hard so that he inhaled sharply as their mouths pulled apart.

"I don't want to talk Spencer."

She led him down the hall to his bedroom where he'd placed more candles and rose petals along the wood floor to his bed. "Very nice Dr. Reid."

Her warm hand pulled him to the bed. She pushed him down into a sitting position and kicked off her shoes.

"Emily!" He breathed. "You have to stop for a minute, please."

She took a seat next to him on the bed and grabbed his hand. "I'm scaring you." She stated with utter certainty.

"Honestly, a little," He admitted looking down at his shoes.

"Why don't you take off your shoes and socks while I go get the wine?"

He watched her walk out of the room with a sinking heart. He'd hurt her feelings for sure. He wouldn't blame her for leaving. What kind of man was he that he couldn't finish this little seduction scene? He kicked off his shoes, which he'd so carefully polished for an hour that afternoon. He took off one white sock and the other black sock. At least he'd be halfway ready for sleep if she came back and told him that she was leaving.

He sat staring at the rose petals strewn across the floor wondering why he'd suddenly thought that sex was good idea at this point in their relationship, when Emily came in with two glasses and the wine he'd been chilling.

She'd opened the bottle in the kitchen and poured out a little into their glasses. "Here you go." She handed one to him. He held it but he didn't drink it. His throat felt way too tight to swallow.

"What's wrong Spencer?" She sat down and turned to look at him.

"I'm messing this up for you." He said.

"I'm still here. Why don't you tell me what's really bothering you?" She took a sip of her wine while he swirled his around in the glass.

"I wanted everything to be perfect for you. I even went to see Garcia." He looked up and saw that she wasn't angry. In fact, she was smiling at him as if she had some big secret. "What?" He said.

"I know you went to see her. I knew you'd panic and go to her. She is your best friend."

"You're not mad at me."

"Don't look so surprised." She took another sip of her wine. "You aren't that hard to figure out."

"I'm not?" He wanted to be offended, but he knew she was right.

She reached out and ran a finger over his arm. "No…You don't have to be a stud like Morgan." She said.

He flinched at Morgan's name because he had been thinking that in the back of his head. "I know! I just don't know how to be me."

"Why don't we start with a touch?" She suggested.

"I don't know how." He squeaked.

"Of course you do… Just follow your instincts. What does your heart tell you?"

He closed his eyes and tried to find something that spoke to him besides his racing brain. All of the stuff he'd read in the last two days about sexual techniques and lovemaking went out of his head as though they'd never been there.

"Stop thinking about it so much and just feel." She said very close to his ear. The heat from her mouth sent little shivers running down his back. "Forget logic and intelligence for a few minutes."

He reached out and touched the curve of her right breast through the fabric of her dress. She sighed under the exploration of his fingers. He opened his eyes to see her smiling at him. "You've got great hands."

He let his fingers roam to the edge of her dress and slip inside to touch the warm, soft flesh inside. His body instantly responded to her hitching breath and the heaving of her chest. He let his other hand join the first in exploring her nipples as they hardened and became erect under his touch.

"Hm… don't stop what you're doing Dr. Reid."

He brushed his thumbs over her nipples as she arched into him. "You've got the magic touch."

She moved away long enough to remove her dress and the black lace thong she wore under it. "Look at me Spencer." She rejoined him on the bed lying back on the pillows covered in dark blue cases. "Did you know that men find the greatest arousal in visual stimulation? Women find it in the heart and mind. Do I arouse you Spencer?"

He'd lowered his eyes to the bed when she'd taken off her clothes. It wasn't right just to ogle her like that when she was at her most vulnerable. "I - I um… yes, you do." He squeaked.

"Look at me!" She repeated.

He looked… No, that wasn't right; he worshipped her with his eyes taking in every curve and valley from her toes to her head.

"What do you want to do?" She asked.

He pulled off the purple tie he wore then threw it over his shoulder. "I don't want to talk anymore."