Author's Note: Thank you to those of you who took the time to review last chapter. I hope you enjoy the final installment!
"Spencer Reid," Emily said in a scolding tone as she pulled her leg down off the seat. She nearly knocked his cheek with her knee in her haste.
"What?" he asked, straightening. The grin on his face was one she'd never witnessed before.
"I think…" Her voice was shaky; it matched the trembling between her thighs. Her skin was still tingling where Reid's breath had warmed her flesh. "I think Halloween is bringing out a different side of you, Spencer Reid," she finished as she sat down next to him. "A wicked side."
"Well, maybe I'm sick and tired of the old Spencer Reid," he confided. "Maybe this is the new and improved me."
Emily frowned. "But I like the old you," she informed you.
"You do?" he asked.
She nodded as she took a sip of her beer.
"You like the me who kept everything bottled up? The me who spent six months grieving not only your death, but what would never be?" he asked.
Emily looked at him in surprise. "Wha…what did you think would never be?"
"Well…" Reid deliberately softened his voice. "I never thought—"
"Wait, wait, wait," Emily said. "Let me close my eyes."
"Why?" Reid asked in confusion.
Emily grinned. "Because I want to hear this from you, not Reidlejuice."
Reid chuckled. "OK," he said, waiting as she closed her eyes and cleared her throat.
"I'm ready," she said.
Reid lifted his arm to rest on the spot behind her, and then used his fingers to toy with her hair. "I never thought I was going to see you again, Emily," he said painfully. "I thought you were gone forever. I've always been haunted with missed opportunities, but never to the extent I suffered when I thought I'd lost you."
He watched as she swallowed past the lump in her throat.
"When you walked into that conference room, Emily, I was overcome with emotion. I was angry because you lied to me, elated because you were alive, relieved because…I might get to tell you everything you make me feel." Reid couldn't believe he was coming clean in a bar, but Emily was right; it was Halloween. He could be anyone he wanted to be. And tonight he wanted to be the man who laid it all out on the table.
Emily's eyelids fluttered open, her eyes filled with as much emotion as he was feeling. "Reid," she breathed, her eyes falling to his lips.
Emily Prentiss would be lying if she said she'd never wondered what Reid's lips would feel like on hers. She'd studied them at length…across from the conference table when no one was looking, sitting across the plane watching him sleep. Her eyes had always been inevitably drawn to his lush lips, and tonight Emily was finally going to get to fulfill that part of her fantasy.
"I had those same regrets, Reid," she confessed, reaching for his hand. Suddenly his costume didn't matter anymore. He was simply Reid, sitting across from her with everything he'd ever felt, everything she'd ever wanted a man to feel for her, flickering unabashedly in his eyes. She laughed nervously. "I just decided I do like this Reid."
"Really?" he said, looking up at her as she slid to edge of the seat and then stood.
She bit her bottom lip as she nodded. "Mmm hmmm," she confirmed, giving his hand a slight tug. "Come on."
"Where are we going?" he asked as he stood. She didn't move back; his body brushed against hers as he stood.
Emily lifted her free hand to his mouth, running her middle finger along his lower lip. "I've always wanted a close up of these," she told him, her eyes locked on his.
She spun around and headed for the back of the bar, Reid hot on her heels.
As soon as they rounded the corner to the dimly lit hallway leading to the pool tables, Emily backed against the wall, and grabbing the front of Reid's costume, she pulled him roughly against her. He had to brace his hand against the wall to keep his balance. His mouth came down onto hers, her lips warm and moist beneath his.
Reid didn't want to miss out on anything, on any part of her. Even after she'd parted for him, he traced a leisurely path around the inside of her lips before his tongue thrust forward desperate to discover hers. He stepped forward, entrapping her against the wall as he spread his legs, his inner thighs cradling her hips. He moved his chin closer to his chest, angling his head over hers to command their kiss. He heard her whimper as his tongue stroked hers, the taste of beer mingling with something that he could only describe as pure Emily.
His head was jerked away as her hand tugged on his hair. "Reid," she said breathlessly as he placed a soft kiss behind her ear. She shivered as she tugged on his hair again. "Reid," she repeated huskily.
"What?" he asked as he pulled away, his eyes swimming with desire.
"I think we should go back to your place."
"You do?" he asked in surprise.
She nodded. "Mmmm hmmm," she said with a grin. "Cupid wants to show you her bow."
Reid's eyes widened. "Let's go," he said. "Should we let Morgan and Garcia know—"
"They'll figure it out," Emily told him.
"But we—"
"Reid…what I have for you, is better than Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Swedish Fish, and Snickers combined." She shrugged. "But if you want to waste time talking to Morgan and Garcia—"
He grinned. "They'll figure it out," he conceded.
With a sexy smirk, Emily Prentiss took Spencer Reid home…and restored his faith in Halloween.
***THE END***
Author's Note: Want to know what happened with Pen and Derek…and what they were wearing for costumes? Then keep an eye out for my follow up fic! It'll be posted on or before October 31st, and it's called 'Halloween Hot Stuff.'
