Title: None
Pairing: Lila/Reid
Rating: T
Summary: Fluff.
Author's Notes: Hey! Just a silly little thing. If you like, you should go read my other stuff. A new chapter of Fetish (Rated M for BDSM-like things) is up. It's also Lila/Reid. And Hollow is also up, which is the latest in my Deal Breaker series/universe/whatever. It's the 4th of Morgan's, but you should read Elle's too, they go hand in hand. (You can go to Hollow for the order of them, it's in the Author Notes :D) and if that's not enough, theres also 20, yes TWENTY, Lila/Reid stories already written in that series too! Enjoy!
Spencer watches as her fingers comb through her hair as she puts it up in a messy ponytail. She was going for her morning run. She pauses by him to give him a kiss.
"If Hotch calls you in on a weird weekend case, don't leave before I can get back, okay? If something happens, I don't want the last kiss I give you to be a little peck." She jokes before pushing up his glasses.
"Then kiss me again…you know, just in case."
She looks at him over his shoulder as she goes to grab a bottle of water. She walks back over to him with a smirk.
"If JJ or he does call, I have to go and if you're 3 miles away, and you run a what? Seven-
"Six." She corrects with a smile.
"Six minute mile, that's 18 minutes. I can't-" He pauses when she moves to his lap.
"If you wanted to kiss me, you didn't have to get all math-y with it."
"I like math." He says, a playful look on his lips. "I want you to kiss me again." He tells her after a moment and she chuckles, but leans in and gives him a much better one than before. She pulls back first and his hands move to her back, keeping her in place when she tries to move.
"You know, calculating the speed you run at for the amount of minutes, you probably only burn 450 calories running."
"Uh huh, so what?"
"Well.. Normal sexual activity burns around 150 calories for every half an hour. So technically, instead of going for a run, you could expend the same amount of calories in bed with me for the next hour and a half."
She raises an eyebrow. "You don't say."
"Yes, and… instead of being alone on the streets where you could be followed and/or harmed by a fan or automotive vehicle, you could be inside where it's safe and…..be with me."
She grins. "You don't say."
"Yes! Over
122000 runners, walkers and cyclists get hit by cars every year!""and how many people die a year having sex?"
He pauses and she can see him trying to think of the actual statistic. He looks back at her a moment later, completely serious. "None."
She laughs. "None, huh?"
He finally breaks out in a grin. "Yes, None. Don't doubt me, I'm a genius."
She kisses him. "Yes, Dr. Reid."
He tugs her closer. "So…"
"Well you made a good argument, other than the fact that I don't know if you can keep up with me." She teases before he stands up, her in his arms. She squeals, clinging to him, as he moves them to the bedroom.
"Oh, I can keep up."