Title: Wedding Date Blues: Friends And a King Sized Bed (Part 3 of 5)
Author: Trista Groulx
Rating: T, same as the show
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I just think they need to get out and play more often. I shall return them unharmed. They belong to their network, creator, writers and actors and actresses who brought them to life.
Summary: Emily Prentiss is told she must attend a high profile family wedding, along with a date. She decides to bring her friend and co-worker Spencer Reid. Being a date rather then a friend means sleeping arrangements.
Notes: I am evil, but could have been farrrr more evil with this one. Thank you for the reviews hearts to all of you, some are very flattering, it really does mean a lot to me you have no idea. This fic going to be getting a lot more fun… you'll see!

Prentiss and Reid had gone back up their room after a nice dinner with her mother and aunt. Reid hoped that he had not upset Prentiss at all telling a few stories, mostly just elaborations of things they had done on cases, or with the group.

"You are quite the little liar Doctor Reid," Prentiss said, coming out of the bathroom wearing a crisp white hotel bathrobe, glad to be out of her dress.

"You asked me to make it believable," he reminded her.

"I didn't think you'd do such a good job. I was starting to believe all that crap you were saying about respecting me, and wanting to wait to make a move until the time was right."

"Maybe I wasn't lying," he challenged.

Prentiss' jaw dropped. "What does that mean?"

"You're a very smart woman Emily. I think you can figure it out."

Her heart began to pound. "Spencer, this is just to fool my mother isn't it?"

When had he moved so close to her? She wondered. He was now a little too close for comfort, standing in front of her. Usually she would be uncomfortable when someone was so close to her, but with Reid it was different. She liked him close, and wanted him close more often, but she was afraid to admit it.

"That's up to you," he explained. "Now it's my turn to shower before we go to bed."

"All right," she said, as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Prentiss flopped down on the soft and cozy hotel bed. Not sure now what she wanted from this trip from Reid. Ever time he had taken her hand electricity had charged through her. When he was talking about their, admittedly made up, stories had sent goosebumps up her arms, and to other places.

She tried to read the book she had brought along, planning on finishing it, but instead she stared at the page. Her thoughts went to Reid and how read a book, staring at it, running his hand along the pages, somehow retaining the information upon the pages. He had sexy hands, those long fingers could make a woman very happy, she thought. She wanted to change her train of thoughts but was unable to do so. She was far too distracted she was now imagining him in the hotel room, with his glasses on, and nothing else.

"Emily he is your friend," she tried to remind herself, but her mind just kept wondering.

She put down the book and went into the kitchenette, glad she brought a few things from home, including a kettle. She put some water it in, and made herself a cup of tea. She was pacing back and forth across the room, cup of tea in hand, thinking many naughty thoughts about the skinny man who was currently showering only a thin hotel room wall away.

She was so distracted that she didn't even notice him coming out, steam coming out of the bathroom. He was now also wearing a hotel bathrobe, and was going through his luggage. She stopped seeing him there, glad he was in the fluffy robe or she'd be staring at his butt. Prentiss tried to look away, but she couldn't tear her eyes away.

"I forgot to grab my pyjamas," he explained.

Spencer Reid was naked underneath a bathrobe in her room, it took all of her willpower to not walk over and pull the terry cloth cover off of him. She just watched him going through his bag. She wasn't sure where all of these thoughts were coming from, but she didn't want them to go away.

"You're staring at me I can feel it," said Reid all of a sudden, stopping what he was doing.

"Sorry I, uh," stammered Prentiss.

He asked, "what's on your mind?" Once again he was in her personal bubble.

She blushed. "I was just thinking."

"About?"

"You."

"Me?"

She nodded. "And about those stories your told my mother, and my aunt."

"What about them? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, they were perfect. I want them to be real."

"What?" he asked shocked.

"All that stuff about how I was so pretty, and about not being able to resist me after so long of working together. About being a gentleman, and not even touching me, other then to kiss me. It all seems kind of – nice."

"Isn't that the kind of things you wanted me to say to your family?"

"Yes, I just never thought it would get me thinking like this."

"Like what?" he queried.

"Like, I wonder if Reid is naked under that robe."

He blushed deeply. "Prentiss?"

She ignored his shock, wanting to tell him what she was really thinking about him. "And how if he is I want to pull off said robe, and show him that I don't want him to be a gentleman anymore. But then I realise that all that stuff isn't real."

"Maybe this was a bad idea."

Her jaw dropped. "What all that stuff you told them about me was bunch of lies?! About my eyes and how you have always had so much respect for my mind as well."

"No they weren't lies."

"So what's wrong with me thinking about how you are probably very naked under that robe?"

"We're friends," he squeaked as she got closer to him.

"What if I want more?" She played with the tie of the robe he was wearing.

"What if I'm not ready?"

"Then you need to stop getting me all hot and bothered," she mumbled, before wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him deeply.

Reid kissed her back for a long moment. He could taste the wine she had had that night, as they did. He knew he had to pull away. She had had a couple less drinks then he would have liked that night for him to continue. He ran his hand along her face gently.

"As amazing as that was Emily. I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with this right now," he explained, a little out of breath.

She huffed. "Spencer Reid you are enough to make a girl explode."

"Um, sorry?"

"That's all you're going to say?"

"No, but I'm tired, and I'm going to go change," he said as he scurried into the bathroom pyjamas in hand.

He was gone before she could catch him. He came out of the bathroom wearing one of the goofiest pairs of flannel pyjamas she had seen her life. She couldn't stifle her fit of giggles when she saw him. She never thought he could look geekier then in a sweater and tie, but she was just proven wrong. She wondered where anyone could find a pair of pyjamas with dancing bears on them. She was laying in the large hotel bed, propped up with the pillows.

"Come on Reid hop in," she urged him, smiling at him as she pulled down the other side of the comforter for him.

"Thanks Prentiss," he responded nervously. "Are you sure this is still a good idea after all that stuff before?"

"I had a few too many glasses of wine, I shouldn't have said anything," she explained. "Sometimes I say things that I don't mean especially when I'm reading Vonnegut he likes to slip very naughty things into his books."

"I noticed that when I read it before."

He got into the bed next to her. He was shocked by how comfortable it was. Prentiss gently touched his hair, as if she was trying to say she was sorry for the way she had acted. Reid smiled at her, he didn't feel uncomfortable next to her, and knew he could be an adult for the next couple of nights. He was terrified he would lose the friendship if he tried anything.

"Well, um, goodnight?" he said curling into the covers.

"Yeah, goodnight Reid," she said before flicking off the light.

Prentiss was sure she would not get any sleep that night thinking about the sleeping form next to her. Her mind was still filled with many thoughts about him which she never thought would ever think. But somehow the thoughts had helped her to fall asleep. Reid meanwhile had fallen asleep almost right away, and for the first time in a long time he hadn't woken up in the middle of the night with a nightmare.

When Prentiss woke up she found herself curled up Reid who had unbuttoned his pyjama top in the middle of the night. Her head was now resting on his bare chest, and her hand was in his now tousled, slightly curled hair. Reid woke up and took a deep breath, not saying anything. It felt nice to wake up in a strange place on not be alone. He was a little surprised that he and Prentiss were so tangled together, but it felt so good.

"Morning Emily," he whispered, noticing her big brown eyes staring into his. He ran his hand along her face.

"Morning Spencer," she replied, smiling at him, playing with his hair.

"This is kind of nice."

"What is?"

"Waking up with a beautiful woman draped all over me."

"I can tell that you like it," she whispered, as she ran her free hand along his bare chest.

"I thought we were just friends?"

"We don't have to be if we don't want to. We are both adults after all."

"You're right, we are." He ran his hand along the side of her face gently. "As long as you're sure this is what you want?"

"I'm sure."

"I can ignore one kiss, but if I get experience another one I know I'm going to be hooked."

She nodded, "me too."

She then moved closer to him kissing him gently and tentatively. He snaked his arm around her gently pulling her closer to him. She let out a tiny gasp when she felt his hand go to her ass, but didn't pull away. She began running her hands through his hair. He pulled away a few minutes later, slightly breathless.

"Wow," she whispered resting her forehead against his, smiling at him.

"Yes, wow. You could be a drug Emily," he mumbled. "Was that cheesy?"

She let out a small giggle. "Not until you pointed it out Spencer. Maybe you shouldn't say everything that pops into the brilliant brain of yours when you are in bed with a woman."

"I'll keep that in mind, as long as the beautiful woman next to me is always this gentle when she tells me I'm being a geek."

"How can she get mad at you if she's a geek too?"

"I don't see a geek."

He smiled kissing her again, running his hand along her face gently. He wanted to stay in bed with her the whole day. He didn't even care if they didn't even take it to another level. Just knowing that she wanted to stay there and make out with him like they were teenagers again thrilled him.

Over an hour later the pair were still in the bed, lips all over each other, hand exploring each other, but with no more flesh exposed. They were so into each other that they didn't hear the soft knocking at the door, which was getting louder until became pounding.

"Emily!" Elizabeth Prentiss yelled through the door. "Wake up!"

Prentiss pulled away from Reid quickly. She flew out of the bed, and without even thinking about it had opened the door to her mother. Reid was still on the bed stunned to have lost the warmth of the woman who had been all over him a moment ago. His hair was tangled mess between sleeping with it wet, and Prentiss' fixation with it playing with it while they were kissing.

Elizabeth looked at her daughter, her eyes were looking a little droopy. Her lips were red and looking rather swollen. She understood right away why she hadn't gotten an answer the first ten minutes she was knocking at the door. She also noticed that the phone was off the hook, which explained why they had slept through their wake up call.

"You are aware you have less then three hours to get ready Emily?" Elizabeth asked.

She blushed. "I guess we lost track of time."

"I can tell."

"Sorry Ambassador Prentiss," Reid mumbled, wanting to be anywhere but where he was.

He couldn't believe that he was interrupted by Prentiss' mother. They weren't even doing anything. They were just getting to know each other a little better. He felt like he was a teenager again. He didn't have a lot of experience with women, but they had often ended that way. He coudln't believe that it was happening again. He realised he needed to use the bathroom, so he got up slowly, and disappeared. He could tell that Elizabeth was glaring at him, and he needed to get away.

"Do you two need a chaperone?" growled Elizabeth.

"Mother!" growled Prentiss. "I am a grown women. Spencer and I can do what we like. We won't be late for the ceremony."

"Okay I'm going but if I don't see the two of you dressed in two hours I can't be held responsible for my actions."

"All right, whatever."

Reid was getting out of the bed, and heading for the bathroom. He heard the door to the room close then the door to bathroom flew open. He looked up at her stunned, his pants around his ankles exposing his blue boxers as he stood by the toilet.

"Don't you ever do that again!" she growled.

"Go pee?" asked Reid.

"No! Leave me alone with my mother when she is like that."

"I'm sorry?" he offered. "But can I have a minute?"

"Is Spencer Reid too bashful to pee in front of me?"

He blushed. "We haven't even seen each other naked, I don't want to."

"Well you're just no fun."

Prentiss then left the bathroom, and began to look through her luggage in order to find everything she needed to get ready for the wedding. She slipped off her night gown, exposing her matching black panties and sports bra. She heard the bathroom door opened, and she looked over to see a very stunned Spencer Reid standing there in a pair of pyjama pants.

"You've never seen a woman in a bikini?" she laughed.

"Yes, but those women aren't you," he replied. "I am not ridiculously attracted to them and can't do anything about it right now."

"Sorry Spencer."

"I'll just have to do something about it when we get in tonight, Emily."

"I like the sound of that. What about you being a gentleman?"

"It's hard to be a gentleman when I know the woman of my desires is wearing black lingerie under her dress."

"You might be right. I guess it's something to look forward to after suffering through this wedding."

"You're right it is," he smiled at her, then leaned in to kiss her.

"Oh, no you don't Doctor Reid, if we start this again my mother is going to walking on us, and that will ruin this whole thing we have going on."

"All right, that wouldn't be good."

"I have to get ready. I will be forever indebted to you if you can find me caffeine and sugar while I put some make up on. I promise I'll be dressed when you come back."

He nodded. "Sure I can do that." He said changing pulling on a collared shirt.

"Aren't you going to put on a real pair of pants?"

"Uh, these are the loosest ones I packed. I kind of want to keep them on a little while longer, thanks to you."

She blushed. "Sorry."

"There is nothing to be sorry for," he assured her before disappearing into the hallway.

He rode down the elevator, noticing a woman was staring at him the whole time. He ignored her, and decided not to try his luck with the hotel food when he saw the woman go into the dining room. There was something about the way she was looking at him that made him feel very uncomfortable. He hoped he wouldn't see her again. He left the hotel, and was thankful to find a Starbucks not even a block away.

End Part 3

Notes: I am fully aware that this was a bit of a tease, but it could have been more evil had it been two parts. I hope that I am getting the characters right here. Part the next shall be be called "Confrontations and Comfort"