Authors note: I know I usually don't stick with stories I always start then and never finish but I really want to finish this one.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Rated M for later scenes.

Plot/Summary: Set at the end of zugzwang, what if Maeve had been shot but was still alive? For now...

(A few days later out of the hospital, no ones POV)

After a few days on bed rest and Spencer taking care of her Maeve was feeling so much better , the bleeding had completely stopped, and most importantly she was in much less pain. When she was released from the hospital three days ago Spencer had taken them to his apartment so he could look out for her. It was Monday night, it had almost been a week since she was shot. All that was left of that day was a scar on her chest and memories, which they vowed they would push out of there minds.

Maeve was snuggled under the covers on Reid's been reading her favorite book. She had read it so many times she didn't even have to pay attention to it. She could pay attention to the man sleeping next to her. She noted how he slept on his side and how cute he looked. Suddenly one of his eyes popped open startling her.

"Hi" she whispers, almost as if she's trying not to wake him, even though he's already awake.

"Hi" he repeated, his eyes adjusting to the light.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

"No no, I was having a bad dream, statistically every one out of seven people have nightmares, not to mention the-"

She cut him off leaning over pulling him into a deep kiss. Their touches battled together and Maeve flipped to her side to make it easier for them to kiss. She pushed her hips down against his hips and he bit his lip holding back a moan. Maeve noticed this.

"You're cute" she smiled and Reid flipped her into her back careful not to hurt her and climbed on top of her.

He resumed their passionate kiss and Maeve starting to roll her hips up against his. This time he did moan and pushed his hips down on hers. She could tell he was aroused by the tent in his pants. She snaked her arm down his body and touched him through his sweatpants.

"Ah!" He moaned from the unexpected stimulation. He couldn't help but roll his hips into her hand. She moved her hand up hooking it under his shit and pulling it off over his head. She trailed her hand down his chest.

"Maeve... Your amazing" he reached his hand under her shirt and gently pulled it over her head, being careful not to injure her wound. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked very nervously.

"Yes want this more the anything, I love you. I'm just a little scared" she answered.

"Why are you scared? " he asked concerned

"I'm just afraid, y-you won't like me, my body I mean" she corrected herself.

He sighed and brushed her hair off her bangs. "Maeve, I love you so much, I love all of you, it doesn't matter what you look like, your already the most beautiful girl in the world to me." He sighed. "To be honest, I'm a little nervous to."

"Why are you nervous?"

"Because because... I'm afraid I won't be... Good."

"It doesn't matter to me, to me it's not about the sex, it's about connecting to you, in every way." She pushed his hair behind his ear just as he had done to her.

"Maeve, I don't have much experience... Actually none, I've never... I'm a v-virgin" he stumbled on the words and he bit his lip waiting for her response. "I don't know what to do or how to do things."

"I'll talk you through it, and if I do something you don't like, just tell me and I'll stop immediately. Ok? She asked.

"Ok, same for you, if I do anything you don't like please let me know ok?"

She nodded slowly and he leaned in to his her again. She trusted her hips up and he pushed his down. He trailed his hand down her hair all the way to her bra. He reached around her back then hesitated.

"Can I take it off" he felt the need to ask before he just went ahead and did it.

She thought for a minute, then nodded.

Once again he reached around her back with his hands and fumbled with the clasp. Damnit! He thought, how do girls deal with this everyday. He blushed when he couldn't get it off.

She smiled at him "Let me". She reached around her own back and in a second it was undone. How did she do that? He mentally said to himself. She held the bra in place for a minute.

He reached for the strap to help her take it completely off, and when it was all he could do was stare. She started feeling insecure and folded her arms across he chest.

How could he have been so stupid! He mentally kicked himself. What are you doing say something you idiot, you can't just stare at her. "You're beautiful Maeve."

He ran his finger over over her scar and she jerked away.

"It's ugly" she stated.

"Every part of you is beautiful. I love you so much." He reached his hand out and grasped her hand pulling it away from her chest. She didn't protest, she just let him guide her hands down to her side.

"What do I do now?" He asked.

She responded with her hands, trailing them down his bare chest and hooking her thump into his jeans. She undid the button and zipper slowly, staring up at him every now and then to make sure he was ok with what she was doing.

He stood up to make it much easier for her, and she pulled his jeans down to his feet.

He stepped out of them and climbed back on top of her. He leaned in to kiss her again, while running his fingernails up and down her side.

She giggled, tickling was always her weakness. She was so focussed on that, she didn't notice he started to pull down her pj bottoms. Immediately she tensed up. He noticed her uneasiness and stopped immediately.

"You ok Maeve?"

"Yeah yeah I'm fine, just nervous"

He kissed her cheek, "we will get through it together."

He continued pulling her pants down to her ankles until they were completely off and discarded them onto the floor. He started to pull her underwear off, careful not to touch her, in case she wasn't ready for that.

Her breathing sped up and she cautiously pulled his boxers down, careful not to touch him, just as he was with her.

They stared at each other for a minute until Maeve spoke.

"It's ok, to touch me" she reassured. "If you want" she added.

He gently brought his hand up to gingerly cup her breast, the one without the wound.

She moaned and bucked her hips up into his, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body.

He left her breast and lightly trailed his fingernails down her stomach. When he got to her lower abdomen, he stopped and looked at her. She nodded, and he kept going. He moved his fingers around until he found a spot that made her back arch.

"Ahh Spencer. " She moved her hand down his body and grabbed his erection lightly, causing him to thrust his hips into her hand.

She lined him with her entrance, "I'm ready if you are."

"Wait" he said "do you have a condom?" He didn't carry them on himself, this was his first time after all.

"I'm on birth control." She smiled.

"Are you sure?" He asked not wanting to responsible for an accidental pregnancy.

"I'm sure" she said "but if it makes you feel better you can... You know... Pull out." She blushed.

"Alright" He blushed as well.

He entered her slowly, enjoying the feeling, and she groaned in pain a little.

"Oh my god Maeve I'm so sorry did I hurt you?" He had a worried look on his face.

"No, no your fine, just give me a minute."

He was so worried he had hurt her, but she insisted he hadn't.

"Go ahead." She said.

He pushed himself in a little more but this time Maeve moaned from pleasure not pain. He kept going until he was slowly thrusting in and out of her. He used one hand to steady himself and the other was on her breast.

He fought back the urge to climax, to make sure she did first. He didn't think he could hold out much longer when she tightened around him and he knew she was climaxing. He didn't want to orgasm inside of her, just in case of pregnancy, but he knew that he couldn't hold out any longer. He pulled out and Maeve groaned in the loss of pleasure, but he quickly replaced his fingers inside of her and kept up the pace so she could ride out her orgasm. He climaxed on the bed almost immediately and was glad he pulled out when he did.

When they both came down from their highs Spencer rolled over and laid next to her, stoking her cheek with his thumb.

"I'm glad my first time was with you." He smiled.

"I'm glad your glad" she giggled slightly.

He wrapped his arm around her embracing her in a semi-hug. It didn't take long for both of them to fall asleep together, in each other's arms.