Title: Our Game
Summary: Game (n): 11. Stratagem: a way of behaving that is aimed at manipulating people or trying to deceive them.
Disclaimer: Hi, I don't own Spencer Reid. I've never posted here before and this a little dirty, so it's rated M, for sure. Enjoy. :)

Chapter One:

"Spencer."

His name hung in the air between them; Spencer on the outside, Macie on the inside. It was midnight and she had been trying to sleep when the quiet knock had stirred her and then her cell phone ringing finally had woken her up. She was wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of tiny boy shorts and standing in front of her was her ex-boyfriend. The ex-boyfriend who had broke her heart a little over a year ago and since then, they've been playing this little game. He would show up whenever he wanted and they would do what any two severely frustrated people seeing the awful things they saw every day would do. They wouldn't even make it to her bedroom most nights, and often collapsed against the hallway or on top of the kitchen island.

"Bad case. I don't want to talk about it," he pushed his way inside with no protest from Macie, and she shut the door behind him, turning to his sullen, disheveled figure, "I was in fucking Canada."

"Did you just get back?" Macie said, making her way to the kitchen. She pulled a bottle of vodka out of her freezer and poured it half full of orange juice and then mixed a couple shots of the alcohol in with it. Macie walked over to where he had sat down on her couch and handed him the drink, sitting down beside him.

She folded her legs underneath her and watched as he downed half of the drink right then and there and then he nodded, "Just got off the jet and came straight over here. I needed to see you."

Macie nodded in acknowledgement, "You got a haircut since I last saw you."

Spencer looked at her and shook his head, laughing softly, "My head feels a lot lighter."

"It looks great. You look like a completely different person," she smiled, lightly, as they made eye contact. She could see in his eyes how exhausted he was, and surely he could tell that he had woken her, but neither was pushing to sleep.

It took all of five seconds for Spencer to lean over and kiss Macie, slowly sliding his tongue across her bottom lip, letting her know immediately what he was there for. She responded as she usually did, threading her fingers through his hair, but when she found there wasn't any hair to do that with, she simply gripped the back of his neck, letting her thumb rest behind his ear. Another ten seconds and Spencer had pulled Macie onto his lap, leaning his head back against the couch and letting her kiss him while he returned the favor, sliding his hands under her tank top slowly. She moaned lightly when his thumbs made circles around her nipples and took his bottom lip between her teeth, biting softly. Spencer smiled and his hands moved to the hem of her top and pulled it over her head in one quick movement, ending their kiss, and instead, attaching his lips to her neck, working his way down.

Macie breathed out loudly when his tongue danced down her chest and over her left breast, then to the right, working her nipple with his tongue. It was sloppy and wet and warm and Macie bit her lip as he bit down lightly on the soft skin on the side of her breast before bringing his mouth to hers again, kissing her firmly.

"Get up," Spencer said shortly, pushing her off him and into the floor. He stood up and pushed her down on the couch, and then pulled his shirt over his head. She looked up at him, pulling him closer to her by his hips and then her fingers worked the button on his pants, purposely grazing his erection as she did so. As soon as his pants were around his ankles, she started to work on getting his boxers off, but he moved her hands, placing them by her sides.

Macie looked up at him, confused and he was about to ask what was wrong when he pulled his underwear down and pulled her head forward, holding his cock in place. She smirked and took him into her mouth slowly, trying to work her way up to getting most of his member down her throat, but Spencer had other ideas and thrust his hips, pushing himself all the way to the back of her throat.

"Fuck," he mumbled, as Macie recovered quickly from the intrusion, quickly getting used to the fact that this wasn't a blow job, but this was him taking what he wanted from her. She looked up at him and smirked to herself, seeing his head was thrown back and his eyes were shut tightly. He only thrust a few more times before he completely withdrew himself from Macie's warm mouth, and practically jerked her up off the couch, pulling her back through the hallway and to her bedroom.

Spencer pushed Macie onto the bed and she turned over on her back, watching him taking in all of her and notably licking his lips before he shook his head, "Turn back over, on your knees."

She obeyed and turned over promptly, but only after he had removed her underwear. Macie looked back at Spencer, who was biting his lip. She gasped lightly when she felt his fingers against her entrance and let out a loud moan as he pressed them into her slowly, going as deep as possible. He angled them down against her spot and felt her tighten around him automatically. She let out a small whimper and shuddered, dropping down to her elbows to give him a better view of her backside and a better angle to work with.

Macie was close to her finish and Spencer was being relentless with his fingers, pounding them into her like his life depended on it, only slowing to give her a break every few seconds.

"Fuck, Spence," she gasped, her hands clawing the sheets underneath her, "Don't stop."

She heard Spencer mumble something and then he suddenly withdrew his fingers and Macie groaned at the lack of friction. She stayed there, catching her breath for a moment before she felt a hand tangle in her hair and pull her back up on her hands. She gasped, experiencing a whole new wave of sensations course through her body, and when Spencer pushed into her without warning, sliding as far into her as he could get without stopping, she moaned loudly, biting her lip.

"Oh god, Spencer," she mumbled as he held his position for a minute. She pushed back against him, feeling him go even deeper. Spencer let out a curse word and tightened his grip on her ass as he pulled out of her slowly, only to drive into her again, just as hard and just as deep.

By the time the two had worked up to an almost frantic pace, Macie had been moved on top of Spencer and she was bouncing on his cock with the help of his death grip on her hips. He was watching her with heavy eyes and meeting her every thrust with his, driving them both to the edge.

"Spencer… I can't-" Macie said, trying to find a word, any word in her jumbled vocabulary.

He cut her off with a kiss and pulled away almost immediately, "Me too. Come for me, Macie."

She smiled at him, leaning in to kiss him again and moaned into his lips when his thumb covered her clit, rubbing small circles. Macie tightened around Spencer's cock, feeling herself lose control slowly. Spencer noticed and thrust his hips up hard, sending her over the edge. She nearly screamed as she shuddered violently against Spencer's chest, letting her forehead drop to his shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him thrust into her a few final times before she felt him spill into her, his moan filling her ears. He rode his orgasm out and leaned his head against Macie's, catching his breath.

The two stayed there for a while before Spencer felt Macie shiver from the air conditioner and he laughed, "Get up, you're freezing."

"No," she mumbled against his shoulder, "I feel too great to move."

"Too bad, you'll get sick," Spencer said, tapping her hips with his fingers. She groaned and stood up slowly, immediately making her way to the bathroom to clean herself up. When she had returned, Spencer was sitting on her bed in his underwear and t-shirt, looking at his cell phone.

"You don't have another case, do you? It's Thursday." She asked, skeptically, not wanting him to leave so soon. He shook his head and closed his phone, sitting it on her night stand.

"Morgan asked if I made it home okay," he said, softly, "Macie, listen, about tonight."

"Spencer, you don't have to explain yourself every time this happens, okay? I get it," Macie said, pulling back the comforter. She climbed into her bed and sighed, looking over at him, "Are you gonna stay?"

"Do you want me to?" He asked, looking back at her.

"You're the one that left me, Spencer. You know that I want every minute I can get with you. It's up to you if you don't feel right staying."

Spencer turned to Macie and sighed, getting under the blankets with her, "You know I didn't want to leave you, Mace. Nothing's changed with the way I feel about you."

"You keep saying that but I still don't understand it," she said, yawning, "Let's just sleep, Spencer. I'm tired of these deep conversations that get me nowhere. I'm still in love with you, always will be. I'm just waiting for you to get the courage to face this relationship."

Spencer sighed, as Macie rolled over and pulled the comforter around her shoulder, closing her eyes.

The next morning, Macie woke up to an empty bed and a note on her refrigerator.

Borrowed a granola bar and some coffee. There was another case, decided to let you sleep in. Have a good weekend, kid. We'll talk when I get back and when you're not mad at me. I'll explain everything. I love you, Mace. - Spencer