A/N: Enjoy :)

Chapter Three

"It's really not fair, Mia."

"What, like it's my fault?"

"Well I just don't understand it."

"I can't explain it! It just happened."

"Makes no sense. I've been working here for, like, three years and nothing. You're here three days and you meet the perfect man?!"

Mia smiled softly. "He is pretty perfect, isn't he?"

Alice rolled her eyes with a smirk and went back to her work. The butterflies in Mia's stomach fluttered excitedly as she double checked everything she'd prepared for her date with Spencer. The two of them were going out for the fifth day in a row, and she'd planned a romantic little picnic in the park for him after finding out he'd never been on one. She'd woken up extra early in the morning to get some sandwiches and salads from a nearby deli, some fresh cheese, handmade chocolate, and a few apples and peaches from an outdoor farmers' market, and a nice bottle of wine from a shop she'd found a recommendation for online. Despite her grumbling—which Mia knew was all in fun—Alice had loaned her a big red and white checked blanket as well as an adorable wicker basket that included dishes, flatware, and a pair of wine glasses.

In honour of her wonderfully romantic date with the adorable Spencer Reid, Mia had worn a short, flirty blue and white striped sundress cinched at the waist by a braided brown belt, a pair of red flats, and a light denim jacket. Her dark hair fell about her shoulders in lose waves and she wore only a bit of lip balm and mascara for makeup. She felt cute and confident, and was beyond excited to go out with the man who was quickly becoming her favourite person. They hadn't even known each other a week and already any minute spent without him was a minute too long.

When the bell above the door jingled, Mia spun around and felt her heart skip a beat in the most cliché way. Spencer grinned, gazing at her appreciatively behind a pair of dark sunglasses. He wore a simple pair of jeans, a grey striped t-shirt, and his favourite pair of blue Converse. In the short time they'd known each other, she hadn't seen him without a cardigan, or his messenger bag slung across his body. While she loved his typical, slightly geeky attire, she quite liked the casual look, too. Removing his sunglasses, revealing the dark eyes she loved so much, he crossed the short distance between the door and the counter in a few steps. Mia was certain she'd died and gone to heaven when he pulled her into a sweet, gentle kiss.

"You look great," he said quietly, gazing down at her in a way that had her heart racing. "Is that my surprise? Cause I like it."

Mia laughed softly. "You're too sweet," she said, feeling herself blush. "But no, that's not your surprise. I thought we could have a little picnic today."

Spencer glanced at the basket and blanket she motioned towards and his smile grew. "Really?" He asked, the excitement evident on his face. "And you think I'm the sweet one!"

Taking her by surprise, he leaned down and kissed her again. In the short time that they'd known each other, he seemed to have come out of his shell a little bit. When he initiated public displays of affection, Mia found herself indescribably happy. Smiling widely, pleased by his almost childlike excitement, she watched him carry the picnic supplies out to the car before turning to Alice. When her friend had assured her yet again that she was fine being left on her own for the afternoon, Mia thanked her, said goodbye, and hurried out the door. A bright warm sun and beautiful clear blue sky greeted her. The weather could not have been better, the company was adorable, and the day was sure to be amazing. Everything was perfect, and Mia couldn't remember ever being more excited for a day at the park.

"This is my favourite part."

Mia smiled softly as she gazed up at the fluffy white clouds lazily drifting by, her head resting on Spencer's chest. "Really? Why?"

"It's just…nice," he replied, playing with her hair absentmindedly. "I mean, the food was great, and it's such a nice day, but lying here…with you…it's definitely the best part."

Shifting so she was on her stomach, Mia pushed herself up on her forearms and gazed down at the man for whom she was developing feelings for at an almost alarming rate. She smiled down at him happily before planting a quick kiss on his lips. "This is my favourite part, too."

Before she could pull away, Spencer put a hand on the back of her head and brought her back down for a longer, deeper kiss. Sighing happily, Mia sunk down, allowing him to wrap his arms around her tightly. In no time at all her hands were tangled in his thick hair, while his were skimming her curves appreciatively. Mia was so into it, so blissfully happy, that it didn't even register that they were lying in a very public place, having a very steamy makeout session. When the overwhelming desire to unbutton Spencer's shirt struck her, she very reluctantly pulled away, not wanting things to get too far.

Spencer presumably had similar thoughts and didn't resist too much when she sat up, neatening her hair and straightening her dress with a small smile. He continued to lay there, his breathing slightly ragged, his dark eyes following her every move. Mia brushed a lock of his hair out of his eyes, fighting a very serious urge to fall back into his arms and kiss every inch of him. He grinned an adorable, lopsided grin, and her heart fluttered excitedly.

"I know I've never been on a picnic before today," he said quietly, "But I'm pretty sure this has been the best one ever."

Mia laughed softly, pressed another quick kiss on his lips, and reached for the wine. Spencer obligingly sat up and took one of the glasses she held. He leaned up against the tree next to their blanket and, after forcing the cork back into the wine bottle, Mia moved to sit next to him, smiling as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Taking a sip of her wine, she melted into him, resting her head on his shoulder happily. He wasn't far off, she decided. It really had been the best picnic ever. The weather could not have been more perfect, the food was delicious, and, with the sun setting in the distance, it was easily one of the most romantic dates she'd ever had.

A few short hours later, Mia turned to face Spencer as he pulled up outside her building. "What are you doing tomorrow evening?"

"I have no plans," Spencer replied, "As far as I know."

"Ok. Feel free to say no," she said quickly, "But I promised an old family friend I'd go to this charity dinner and dance thing, and I have an extra ticket. It was supposed to be for one of my brothers, but one's out of town until Sunday, and the other couldn't get the time off work. It's probably going to be really long and boring, and there will be a bunch of snooty old rich people there, but the food might be good, and I'll be wearing a really great dress—"

"I'm in."

Mia eyed him for a moment before smiling softly. "Really? It'll be super lame…"

"You'll be there, right?"

Mia laughed. "Of course I will be."

"Then I'm in."

Spencer glanced at his watch for the umpteenth time, pulling at his tie nervously. He'd only been waiting for five minutes, but the longer he sat in the quiet lobby, the more nervous he got. He tried telling himself that there was no point in being nervous, that they'd gone out every day for nearly a week, but it was to no avail. Apparently a date that involved a black tie event brought with it a lot more pressure than a day at the park. The thought of the park made him smile, temporarily calming his jittery nerves. He couldn't quite figure out how this beautiful girl had so quickly become such a big part of his life, but he was very glad that she had.

At the sound of heels on the old wooden staircase, Spencer glanced up and immediately was at a loss for words. Mia was gliding towards him in a simple, sleeveless black dress that went to just above her knees and hugged her curves in the most mouth-watering way imaginable. As she neared him, she did a graceful little spin, and his breath caught in his throat when he realized there was no back to the dress. He'd never really considered the back of a woman as especially attractive, but suddenly it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. With the dress she wore pair of shiny red high heels that made her legs seem to go on for miles. Her hair was down and curly and pinned to one side, her blue eyes were perfected with a small amount of dark eyeliner, and the lips he loved to kiss so much glistened appetizingly.

"What do you think?" She asked as she came to a stop before him. "Do I look ok?"

Spencer had to swallow a few times before he could even attempt to respond. "Amazing," he managed. "You look…amazing."

Mia smiled and kissed him, forced to stand on tiptoe despite her heels. He placed both hands on her back, deepening the kiss and loving the feel of her bare skin beneath his fingers. They kissed for a few moments before reluctantly parting and, hand in hand, heading outside. The entire drive to the event Spencer could think of nothing but Mia and her dress, and how badly he wanted to take it off her. By the time they arrived at their destination, he was completely certain he wouldn't make it through the evening.

Despite Mia's warnings that the evening would be stuffy and boring, Spencer found that he was enjoying himself immensely. They'd been seated at a table with a few very friendly, very funny older couples, and spent the evening getting showered with compliments on how adorable and young and delightful they both were. Dinner was delicious, and dessert was even better. There was a brief period of speeches, during which the head of the organization thanked everyone for attending, and then the bar opened and the music started. Before he knew it, Spencer was being led out onto the dance floor by an ever so slightly tipsy Mia.

"I really don't know how to dance," he insisted, smiling despite himself. "You're just going to laugh!"

"Nonsense," Mia giggled, glancing back at him with a smile. "It's easy. I'll show you."

When they reached the center of the dance floor, Mia turned to face him, placing the hand she'd been grasping on her lower back. She placed one of her own hands on his shoulder, and took his free hand in hers. Smiling up at him, she started moving in a slow, circular motion, and Spencer was surprised to find that it wasn't all that difficult to keep up. After a few songs, Mia released his hand and draped her arms around his neck and, following suit, he wrapped both arms around her and pulled her close. He'd always imagined he'd hate dancing, but here, right now, with the most beautiful woman he'd ever known in his arms, he couldn't imagine anything he'd rather be doing.

Until Mia reached up and kissed him.

Suddenly it didn't matter that they were in the middle of a dance floor, in an overly crowded ballroom; all Spencer could think of was getting her out of the dress. He'd never had such animalistic desires before—not even during his brief stint with Lila. With Mia, however, it was like he became an entirely different person the moment their lips met. It took every ounce of will power he had not to undress her right then and there. Judging by her hands moving from his shoulders to his chest, sliding beneath his jacket and fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, Mia was having similar desires.

"What do you say we get out of here?" Mia asked breathily, sending excited chills throughout Spencer's body. "Maybe head back to my place?"

Spencer didn't need any further encouragement. Taking her by the hand he led her over to their table so she could grab her little purse, and then they hurried out to the valet parker to retrieve his Volvo. The drive back to her apartment building seemed to take twice as long as it should have, despite Spencer breaking every traffic law he could without getting caught. By the time they stumbled through the door to her room, he could barely think straight. All he was aware of was the gorgeous girl who was working quickly to remove his shirt and tie, the dress he'd been waiting all evening to remove from her body, and the enormous bed awaiting them.