A/N: This is a follow-up to my stories "Alaska" and "Safe Word" This contains spoilers for the episodes JJ, Middle Man, and Devil's Night. This is a 3 part story, it begins during "Middle Man"

Disclaimer: I own nothing. the show, the characters, etc belong to CBS.

She never thought she would be doing this again. Emily was in front of Reid's hotel room, knocking on the door. They weren't a couple anymore. No one on the team knew they were dating, so no one knew about the break up. It wasn't much of a break up, they just stopped calling each other and stopped spending time together.

It happened when JJ was forced to leave the team. It just seemed to take the wind out of everyone's sails. Especially Spencer's.

Reid's. She didn't call him Spencer. We're just co-workers now, she thought to herself.

So why are you outside his hotel room?

Because I need him to answer a question.

So why not ask him in front of the team?

Because... Just because.

I see.

Oh shut up!

She knocked on his door. It opened to reveal Dr. Spencer Reid.

Some people described him as scrawny. Even before she started dating him, Emily would never such a derogatory word to describe him. Lean, perhaps, even lanky. Thin. Long. But not such a derogatory word as scrawny.

His face looked puzzled. "What are you doing here?"

"Really, you are so charming sometimes Dr. Reid."

"I didn't mean that like it sounded Emily. It's just...it's been a while since...did you want to come in?"

"Yes." She entered his room. She turned around when she heard the door close. "There's a question I've got to ask. It's been bothering me for a while. Why don't you like technology?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you are a man of science. You like knowledge and learning, yet...Not wanting to have personal email or be on something like Facebook I kinda get. Or at least understand. But you looked relieved when Garcia didn't give you an IPad."

"I was."

"You would rather have paper than a computer?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"What does it matter?"

"Hi, I'm Emily Prentiss. I'm a profiler and deeply interested in human behavior, have we met?"

Reid smiled. "I guess...I need the tactile component. It helps me to feel the paper in my hand. I realize that the digital interfaces represent a more pure and abstract relationship to data, but I...it's not the same has reading it off the printed page. Or on an evidence board."

"Are you telling me you can only speed read off the printed page?"

"I can read just as fast, I guess, but touching it helps be feel connected to the knowledge. I find being able to have that tactile experience ..comforting."

"Really?"

"Sure. I mean take this, for example." Reid took her hand in his and with one finger he began to trace a series of concentric circles in the palm of her hand. The soft, electric thrill she felt as his skin touched hers was familiar. She couldn't bring herself to talk.

"I mean, there's something about touching your skin that grounds me. Don't you feel like that? Grounded?"

"That's not the word I was thinking of." Emily found it hard to speak, but somehow she found her voice.

Then, without warning, she felt the touch of his lips on hers. The only explanation she had for what came next was muscle memory. As their lips touched in a kiss, her mouth opened and accepted his tongue entering her mouth. Then her tongue moved to touch his tongue with hers. They were kissing like that for a while when somehow he lowered her on the bed, so she was on her back, and he was on top of her.

You need to put a stop to this. You're not dating anymore. It ended. This is not longer what you do with him.

Those thoughts went through her head.

They vanishes about the time she felt his hand reach down her pants. She felt one of his delicate fingers enter her pussy. Some how he managed to insert inside her pussy, and reached deep inside her, cause her to moan in delight.

It figures. Just about every other man I've dated couldn't find my G-spot with flood lights and turn by turn directions. Spencer, on the other hand, does it easily. I should stop. That would be the smart thing to do. I should put an end to this right now.

But maybe not just yet.

"So...do you like that, Emily?" Spencer said softly.

"That's...nice."

"Yeah?"

"Except...I always thought you were more of a visual person."

"Visual?"

"Yeah, visual." Emily pulled his hand out from her pants. She couldn't resist sticking his finger in her mouth and sucking on it a little, but then she got up from the bed. He lay there looking up at her, a little bewildered. "I mean, sometimes your do your best work looking at the evidence board. Not touching it, but looking at it. Today you seemed to indicate you liked watching strippers."

"That's not what I said. All I said was that I don't judge. And I don't."

"You didn't go to strip joints after school?"

"Not so much."

"Because you always follow the rules, right?"

"Emily, I..." he was searching for something to say.

She took off her shirt, revealing a lacy bra underneath.

He stopped talking, and she could see his pupils dilate in desire. She smiled a lusty little smile. Then she began to sway to a saucy song playing in her head.

"So, you have no way to judge how good a strip show I can give you, right?"

"I...I didn't say I've never seen one."

"Oh...I see."

What are you doing, the voice in her head was asking.

He started it.

You end it.

Soon.

Not soon. Now.

Emily ignored the voice and slowly unhooked her bra and threw it as Spencer. "Go ahead, Dr. Reid, touch it. You can smell it if you want."

"I...don't have that fetish."

"Oh, that's right, you like to touch." She leaned in close and he reached up. She slapped his hands and backed away," I didn't say you could touch." The disappointment on his face made her smile. "So, I guess you'd like to touch like this." She moved her hands over her breasts slowly, caressing them.

Reid rewarded her efforts by licking his lips.

"Or maybe, like this," she pinched her nipples, which caused him to widen his eyes. "I'll tell you what, I may ...may let you touch me I you take off your shirt.

Reid took his shirt off in almost record speed. Emily smiled and straddled him. As she rocked back and forth on top of him, he reached his hands up to touch her. She leaned down, held his hands flat against the bed. "I said, 'I may let you touch me'. I didn't say I would. Keep your hands on the bed. I will tell you when you can touch me."

She moved her hands over his torso. She began to place kisses over his chest. Then she lightly bit one of his nipples, causing him to let out a sound that was part cry, part moan, and part squeak. She kept working her way closer to his waistline.

"There is," Emily said," one part of you I want to touch me. She undid his pants, and pulled them down. She smiled as she saw that his cock was hard and erect. "That's the part, right there." She wrapped her hand around it and began to slowly, gently, almost lovingly stroke it. He rewarded her efforts with a soft and gentle moan. Then she began to suck on his balls, which made him moan loader.

Then she licked his shaft and took it in her mouth. She alternated between sucking on it and fluttering her tongue on its tip. After she did that for a while, with Reid's moans getting progressively louder and more frequent, she could feel his legs shaking. That was a tell-tale sign he was about to come.

She took that as a cue to stop. She stood up.

"Wha...Why did you stop?" He was quite bewildered now.

"Not yet, you naughty boy. I don't want you to come, just yet." She had a mischievous gleam in her eyes. She slowly removed her pants and underwear. Reid took the time to kick off him shoes. Then he began to stroke his cock.

"Not too fast. I don't want you to come yet." She warned. Then she straddled him, and began to slowly move up and down on his cock. Then without warning, Reid grabbed and spun quickly so she was on her back and he was on top of her.

"I didn't say you could touch me." She complained.

"Did you want me to stop?" Then he thrust himself deep and hard inside her, and just stayed there, putting an amazing amount of pressure on the g-spot he was fingering before. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, did you say something?"

"Oh God, don't stop. Please don't stop."

He smiled. It was so gratifying to get her to say that. He resumed thrusting in and out of her, going faster and faster until he felt the release of climax. As she felt him explode inside her, Emily started to come too. When the waves of pleasure ceased, they collapsed next to each other. They were quiet for a while. Then Reid broke the silence.

" I forgot how good this felt."

"Yeah. Well, that's what happens when..." she couldn't bring herself to say the words.

"When what?"

"It doesn't matter. Just, be quiet and don't ruin the moment."

"What do mean? I was saying it's been a little while since we've done this or anything."

"Not now Spencer. Let's just enjoy the afterglow. Unless you want to go again."

"No, I mean I do, but ...what's been going on? It seems like everything just stopped for a while."

"It did."

"Why?"

"You know why."

"No I don't."

"Mr. Genius Profiler doesn't know?"

Do you? The voice in her head was back.

"All I know," Spencer said," is that you stopped calling."

"And you didn't either. Of course, you never did much of the calling. It was all on me. Well, I couldn't anymore. Not after..."

"You keep stopping Emily. What is it?" She was quiet. "I mean, it seems like it all stopped right after JJ left."

Emily got off the bed and started getting dressed. " I should go."

"That's it, isn't it? Why? Why did that change things?"

You should tell him. Doesn't he deserve to know? Emily hated her inner voice.

"I saw how you looked when she left. You looked like your dog died. That's when I knew."

"Knew what?"

"That you would never love me as much as you do JJ."

Spencer didn't know how to respond to that.

Emily put herself together and headed to the door. Reid, however, blocked her way to the door.

"I'm sorry Emily. I should …. I know all about the reasons why people do things, but I never seem to realize what I'm doing."

"What are you saying?"

"We see it all the time, don't we? When someone has a less than ideal experience in their family origin, they seek to create a good family experience in a different context. My father abandoned me, and sometimes it felt like my Mom did too. Mentally, anyway. So...you're right I love JJ.

"I know." Emily's voice was tight.

"And I love Hotch. And Morgan, Rossi and Garcia too. Just like I did Gideon and Elle. My family. This team gives me that feeling I know families had, but it seems I didn't entirely have growing up."

"I noticed you didn't include me in there."

"No. It's different with you."

"I see."

"Because I don't love them the way I love you. I love you more than...I have no one and no experience to compare you to. I'm sorry I haven't done a good job expressing it. It's just, I thought maybe you changed your mind about me."

"What made you think that?"

"Well, you stopped lingering by me desk. Then at Halloween...You didn't want to listen to me. You always listened to me before. But I go on a little bit about it this time and you look at everyone and say, 'I just asked if he had plans this weekend.' You never had that tone before. Not ever. It made me think you didn't love me anymore. So I..." He bowed his head, the feeling of sadness washing over him.

He felt Emily's hand on his chin. She lifted his chin up, until her eyes were gazing into his. "I'm sorry too. You're right. I didn't listen like I used to. I shut you out, all because I thought you loved JJ. I...I don't know exactly how to say other than to say this," and she kissed him.

He returned the kiss and they stood there kissing each other for a while. When they broke off the kiss, he held her close to him. "Does this mean we're back together."

"Yes."

A few minutes later, they were naked again under the sheets, consummating being back together.

A/N: I will update about this time next week with part 2, which takes place just after the case in Middle Man is over