Disclaimer:I own nothing. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just telling an alternate version of Season 6
A/N: This is the next installment of my Alaska series. This will be an alternate version of the Doyle saga. If you haven't read "Alaska" Safe Word or "Figuring It Out", you might want to.
January 2011
The man who was known as James Bailey rolled over in bed. He didn't roll over because he wasn't comfortable, but because he wanted to be closer to the woman who lay in bed next to him. He was close to her now, but that still wasn't close enough for his taste, so he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.
Michelle Bailey felt her husband's arms pull her in close. She looked like she was asleep, but she wasn't really. She smiled as she felt her husband's body come closer and closer to hers.
"Someone's insatiable." she said.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." he said.
"Someone spent several hours ravaging me, now you want more."
"You're misremembering it. I did not ravage you. Not even a little bit. And all I want right now is to feel you up against me. I don't think that's too much for a man to ask."
She rolled over so she could face him. "Misremember? I don't think so. I climbed into bed and someone was all over me."
"No. You crawled into bed and I gave you a kiss. You're the one who did the ravaging."
"You're way too young to start developing Alzheimer's."
"I'm not the one telling a revisionist historical account of last night."
"I love how you find different ways of accusing me of lying. It's insulting and sexy all at the same time."
"I can't tell, does that mean you like it or not?"
"You're the genius, you tell me."
"No, Spencer Reid is a genius. James Bailey is just an average guy."
"I thought we agreed, no saying those names in this house."
"No, we said no calling each other by those names. There's a big difference."
"So why are feeling frisky this morning, Mr. Bailey?"
"Because in a few hours we stop being Mr. and Mrs. Bailey and go back to being Spencer and Emily."
"Don't remind me."
"So, I just want to touch you and feel you close to me while I can."
"It's not like Emily and Spencer don't touch each other occasionally."
"No, they don't."
"How does it feel to be wrong?"
"I don't know, I'm not wrong. Emily and Spencer don't touch each other. At least not when they think people are watching, which they always are."
"Some times they do. When their hands are going for the creamer in at the same time. Or maybe when one or the other almost gets blown up."
"But never like this." Then he kissed her. It started as a tender kiss, but became a passionate, hungry kiss. Michelle (or as she was otherwise known, Emily Prentiss) wrapped her legs around James (otherwise known as Spencer Reid) and pulled him close to her. As she did, she rolled so she was on top of him. The whole time, their lips never broke contact.
Neither one of them were wearing clothes. Their pajamas were lying in a heap on the floor.
When their lips broke contact, she looked at him slyly. "So tell me, husband, what are you going to do in these few hours before we go back to Spencer's and Emily's world?"
"I'll show you," he said.
He rolled over, so he was on top of her. Her legs were still wrapped around him. "The tricky part is deciding whether to go slow or give in to frenzied passion." He began kissing her gently along her neck. As he did that, his slender hands ran down to her breasts. His hands found her nipples and began to gently finger them. She let out a gentle moan.
She could feel his cock harden, and took that as her signal to relax her legs. He kissed his way down just below her breasts. He moved one hand down to her pussy, and worked two fingers inside. As he did, he heard her let out a gasp. He worked his fingers in and out of her pussy, and was rewarded with a series of moans. Then he inserted his fingers that were in her pussy to her mouth. She sucked hard on his fingers while he inserted his cock deep insider her.
Soon he was thrusting deep inside her with increasing speed and force. He grabbed onto the head board so he could leverage himself even deeper inside her. No matter how many times they did this, it always amazed her how much pleasure he could give her like this. It very short order she climaxed, screaming and grabbing him close to her as she did so.
Once the waves of pleasure stopped rippling over her, she looked up and smiled at him.
"That wasn't slow was it?"
"It's hard to hold back with you."
"You didn't come yet."
"Not yet. I don't need to come every time."
"Wrong again." She rolled him over onto his back. She lightly kissed lips. Then she kissed her way down to his chest. She gently sucked on his nipples, giving each one a gentle nip, before continuing to kiss her way down to his groin. She wrapped one hand around his member and began to stroke his shaft until it was fully erect and hard. Then she ran her tongue along his length, which elicited a moan from him. Then she took his tip in her mouth and sucked hard on it.
He gasped.
She took more and more in her mouth, sucking hard on him the entire time. She kept sucking on it, every so often swirling her tongue around it. Then she heard him say,"Oh my God, Em." She knew from experience that mean he was about to come. She started to suck even harder, while she waited for the tremors from his body.
She didn't have to wait long. It started in his legs. It always started in his legs. First they shook a little bit, then she could feel his entire body shimmy and shake uncontrollably. A few seconds later, he ejaculated in her mouth, and she swallowed all of his fluid. When it was over and his body was still again, she shifted her body so she was laying on top of him.
"Now isn't that better?" she asked.
"Yes dear."
She snuggled close against him.
Here's the thing that James and Michelle Bailey had in common with Emily Prentiss and Spencer Reid, both couples were married.
The difference is that while all of the Bailey's neighbors knew they were married, none of the acquaintances of Emily or Spencer knew they were married. It was just one of the many secrets of these two complicated individuals. Of course, secrets are like a mad woman locked in the attic. You can keep her locked away from the world for only for so long. But eventually, events occur that cause her to be released. So it is that no one can keeps secrets forever, and revealed secrets always have consequences.
