Santa Claus is Coming to Town

"So Emily, you little minx, why did you not tell me about you and the delightful Dr. Reid?" Prentiss was so busy watching Reid from the other side of the room that she hadn't noticed Garcia arrive beside her. As Emily turned to face her friend, Penelope noticed she had been crying. "Hun, what's up? Tell your Fairy Godmother all."

"I've done my usual and screwed up another hopeful relationship." Emily tried her best to hold back another batch of tears.

"Sweetie, please. You have done no such thing."

"Oh yeah? Then why has Spencer not spoken to me for the last hour?"

"Possibly because you haven't been here to talk to," Penelope sighed. "What you did was brave, or stupid, you can choose, but I can assure you that once you put that on for him later, all will be forgiven." Even Emily had to smile at this. "Spencer's a sensitive soul. He was a bit shocked by your actions. To be honest, we all were. Emily, the look on his face when he realised that you were trying to tell everyone you are together was priceless. That guy loves you, regardless. He's just a little embarrassed at the mo." Garcia gently squeezed her hand and smiled reassuringly.

"How do I get myself into these messes?"

"I don't know, but I do want to know how you got yourself entwined with Dr. Reid. Time to spill, girl."

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The party was starting to lull. No one wanted to be the first to leave, but as they had reached the early hours of the morning, they each knew they should make a move. The conversation was quieter and yawns were starting to creep in; not out of boredom but the level of pure tiredness that came with true relaxation.

Rossi stood. "It is with great sorrow I bid you all farewell. May I miss you a very Christmas and a Nappy Hew Dear," he slurred. The other giggled. The first Christmas Rossi had one too many everyone had been surprised; no one had ever expected him to lose his level of control. Now it wasn't Christmas until Rossi slurred.

"I'll call the cabs," Hotch added.

As everyone gathered their gifts, coats and other random belongings, Hotch felt a hint of sadness. He'd wanted tonight to last as long as possible. Ever the gracious host, he saw Rossi, then JJ out to their cabs. Next to leave were Garcia and Morgan. As Hotch walked back into his living room, he was struck by the silence. It wasn't just the normal after party hush, there was a real atmosphere.

"The cab should be back for you two soon. I'm right to assume you're sharing?" Hotch looked from Reid to Prentiss. They both nodded silently. The silence grew to become unbearable.

"I'm sorry if I sounded off hand earlier. I was just caught off guard by your confession. I don't have a problem with you two seeing each other, as long as it doesn't affect your work that is. I am a little disappointed that neither of you felt you could tell me." Hotch wanted to clear the air before Christmas. He didn't want this hanging over them. Their first Christmas together should be their happiest ever. He had fond memories of his and Haley's.

Prentiss looked up at Hotch.

"I'm sorry," she started, "I made Reid promise he wouldn't tell anyone. I guess I was worried how everyone would react. I know this is against FBI regulations. I'm sorry." The pain was evident on Emily's face.

Reid was still busy avoiding becoming part of the conversation. Inside he was reeling. He had wanted to shout from the roof tops that he and Emily were together, but she had stopped him. Now everyone knew, and he just wanted to hide away as if nothing had happened.

The ring of the door bell came as a pleasant relief. Prentiss and Reid thanked Hotch for his hospitality and left. Watching them go, Hotch smiled. If that was their first lover's tiff, then he was certain it would be easily rectified.

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Emily set her keys down on the table, dropping everything else beside them. She turned to face Spencer. The cab journey home had passed in silence. Emily tried desperately to find something to say.

"I'm sorry," escaped her lips.

Slowly Spencer looked up at her.

"Really? What for?"

"What do you mean what for?" Emily was struggling to hold her emotions in check. "I'm sorry for embarrassing you in front of our friends. I'm sorry that I was stupid enough to think that this was a fun way to tell our friends that we are together. I'm sorry for upsetting you." Emily paused hoping for a reaction. Nothing came. Spencer looked at her blankly.

"I love you, Spencer Reid. I want everyone to know I'm yours. I'm sorry that I did it in my own typically misjudged geeky way, but the sentiment is the same." As Emily finished speaking, slow silent tears traced down her cheeks.

Spence moved forward, closing the gaping space between them. Gently he wiped a tear from her cheek and kissed her lovingly. Her eyes met his. She could see the damp tears forming. She couldn't bear to see him cry. Spencer leant towards her, resting his forehead on hers.

"I love you, Emily Prentiss," he whispered. Before she could respond he kissed her again. Slowly. Sensually. His hands cupping her face. She enjoyed every moment of the sensation. She responded eagerly, moving her body closer to his. Neither wanted the moment to end. Spencer teased at her lips, quick but meaningful licks. Emily deepened the kiss in response to his unspoken request. Her fingers entwined in his hair as she did her best to make sure he could not escape too quickly.

When their kiss finally ended, both were breathless and smiling. Emily took Spencer's hand and led him towards the couch. She left him to make her way through to the kitchen. She poured them both a glass of wine from the bottle they had started earlier. Returning to take a seat next to Spencer, she offered him a glass. Kicking her shoes off, she curled up next to him. Emily placed her head on his shoulder after taking a sip of the wine.

They sat in silence. Spencer's arms wrapped tightly round Emily. The both felt safe, secure in the fact that they both believed in themselves, as a couple. Emily shifted slightly so that she was leaning back against Spencer. He began to nibble down her neck. She tilted her head back allowing him easier access and she purred her approval. His hands slipped down her body, over her hips and back up, caressing her lovingly.

Emily moaned softly. "I always think of our first time when we curl up on your couch like this."

"Is that a good thing?" Reid questioned quietly.

"Mmmm," she murmured.

His nibbles became kisses. Emily had hoped he wouldn't stay cross with her for long, but she hadn't imagined the making up would be this enjoyable. Turning to face him, Emily kissed Spencer long and hard. She was unbelievably turned on and wanted to make sure Spence knew it. Spencer pulled her closer, and soon she straddled his lap. Their kisses were deep, passionate. Their love was evident.

Pulling back from Spencer, Emily smiled.

"What?" he questioned in semi-annoyance.

"Is this the wrong time to suggest I try on the Santa outfit?"

They both started laughing. Maybe it hadn't been such a bad idea after all.

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He's making a list
And checking it twice;
Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice
Santa Claus is coming to town

Santa Claus is Coming to Town

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Author's note: I shall leave the rest to your imagination. I hope you have enjoyed. I feel there may be more R/P for me in the future. Have an idea for New Year's Eve (possible m-rated just to warn you).

Scotchandsoda, I hope I have used you prompts well, sorry I couldn't get a Christmas movie in too!

I would like to thank everyone who has read and especially those who have reviewed, alerted and favourited (made up word, I know). But a huge, huge thanks goes to Tracia and Tonnie who proofed for me. I cannot thank them enough!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the ideas. (As I have forgot all along)

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Ann