Title: All the Good Ones...
Rating: M
Author: Trista Groulx (dustytiger)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters I just take them out play then return to all the lovely people who bring them to life each week.
Summary: After Prentiss has a few drinks she finds herself at a bar with Reid complaining about how men suck.
Notes: Continuing where we left off again... sorry for keeping you all hanging there, my dirty little muse would not stop talking! I'm glad you guys seemed to enjoy. Going to do a part five then this one is finished, working on a Garcia/Reid fic but it might be a long one, not sure when it will be ready to posted, soon I hope. Work is a little crazy right now and with summer here I want to spend more time outside.
Thanks for the reviews it's gotten me through the weekend... one more day of work then a day off!

Reid watched Prentiss as she easily went through his drawer and pulled out a foil wrapper. He was surprised that she knew exactly where he kept them. He didn't think she had gone through his drawers the night before. There was a mischievous look in her eyes as she got closer to him. She was just about to kiss him when he began to talk. She sighed, but let him speak.

"How did you know those were there?" he asked her.

"You haven't kept me waiting so you would keep them close," she explained. "This has been all about me so I know you would never think that protection would be up to me, although I am on birth control. All your books are on this side table so I know this is your side of the bed, so I guessed that you would keep them in the drawer."

"Are you profiling my bedroom?"

"Maybe a little," she giggled before pulling off his pants, finally revealing what she wanted to see. "That certainly looks friendly."

Reid blushed a little as Prentiss ran her hand along his toned chest, then along his back, enjoying the feeling of his soft skin against her finger. She took the condom out of its wrapper and then carefully rolled it onto him. Reid hissed when she touched him and she had to hold back a moan. She reached out to him again but he moved from her reach.

"This is about you, Emily," he told her pushing her hands from him.

"I want to touch you too," she protested. "Why is this all about me?"

"I need to redeem my gender. Besides I'm a geek I'm happy when my partner is satisfied since I am still amazed that any woman, especially one like you, would ever want to be naked in my bed."

"I'm very satisfied," she assured him kissing him gently. "It's stuff like that is going to make me fall very hard for you Spencer Reid."

"Good." He kissed her again with a little more want.

She ran her hands along his back gently as they shared a soft but hungry kiss. Everything about him was intoxicating. She loved the combination of smells that were now in the room, there was still a small of coffee and old books, but now it was mixed with sex. He ran his hands up the side of her body starting at her hips and ending under her arms. As his thumbs once again grazed her nipples he slowly began to push himself inside of her.

"Spencer," she purred wrapping her legs around him as he filled her.

"Emily," he squeaked enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around him.

They both looked at each other as they got caught up in the moment. Without any words they both shared confessions about how strong their feelings were. Prentiss then moved to rest her hands just above his ass. Reid let out a tiny squeak, when she moaned in response his body began to move as if it had a mind of its own. His hips began to thrust in time with hers slowly at first. She dug her nails into him a little and let her hands travel higher up his back. Reid captured her lips again as he very slowly rocked his hips against hers trying to muffle the moans of pleasure escaping him already.

Prentiss was amazed that he was able to keep such a steady and fairly slow pace for their first time together. She loved the feeling that was building up inside of her. If someone had told her that Spencer Reid would be such a gentle and giving lover she would never have believed them. She knew he must have been in a state but he still made it his mission to give her pleasure; slow and tortuous pleasure. She dug her nails deeper into him, her hands now hovering near his shoulders. The light feathery kissed that he was splaying on her lips and face were enough to send her over the edge once again. This one was smaller than the last one.

Reid let out a loud moan as her walls clamped around him and began to speed up his pace. He was still fairly rhythmic in his movements; although she had expected him to be frantic after that ride. When she felt herself coming back to her senses Prentiss grinned when she realised that Reid was still inside of her, glad that he had picked up the pace a little. She began to moan a little louder, encouraging him to go a little quicker still. He still didn't seem to be losing control as quickly as she would have liked and all of her efforts to distract him seemed to be failing. All she could do was lay back and enjoy the ride.

"Spencer," she whimpered. "Please?"

He buried his head in her shoulder. "So good Emily."

She quickly bucked her hips against his, not caring about his gentle rhythm anymore. As much as it was sending goosebumps all over her body she was exhausted. She needed to get Reid to give her break, and there was only one way she could do that. She started to scream out his name wanting and needing him to come with her, but he kept his past fast but steady. She squeezed her eyes shut so tightly she thought she would go blind and another orgasm ripped through her, the strongest yet.

Through the whole ride she could not believe that screams and yelps of pleasure were really coming from her lips. She wasn't sure how many of these she could survive. She was certain that Spencer Reid was trying to kill her slowly as his hips still ground against hers as he thrust into her. Her legs were still wrapped around him, trying to get him deeper inside of her. She ran nails up and down his back gently but he still seemed to stay in control of his movements.

"You need-" she stammered. "I can't. Spencer – please, soon, you."

She could barely string together the sentence she needed to tell him before she started to beg. Reid seemed to understand what she was telling him. His pace got a little quicker and she fell back against the mattress screaming in approval, not caring anymore how loud she got. What he was doing to her might be a little like torture but it felt so good. She could not believe that she was again rounding the bend, she was certain her heart was going to stop as she waited to see if Reid had the same reaction. Finally she felt his movements get frantic as her walls clamped around him once again. He cried out her name as she dug her nails into his back again, neither of them caring if she was marking him.

It took them both a moment to come back down to earth. Reid was collapsed against Prentiss, his face nuzzling her neck enjoying the smell of her hair, it smelled slightly of pears, while her skin had a hint of oranges, and something sweet and salty that came from her. He was so tired he could hardly. He slowly moved away from her, removing the condom and throwing it in the nearby trash bin. He then pulled her close to him again his nose settling near her hair.

"I should be the one who is tired," she whispered. "After last night and then what just put me through."

"Tell me you didn't like it," he challenged.

"I enjoyed every minute of it, but I'm not as young as I used to be."

"Don't give me that Emily." He kissed the back of her neck. "You're only as old as you feel. I've read many studies that say that being with a young man can keep you feeling young longer."

"Please don't start spouting statistics, Spencer."

"But that's who I am."

"And I love you very much, but I do not want to lie here and listen to statistics about virility by age."

"Did you say you love me?"

She nodded. "So much Spencer."

"I love you too, that has never happened so quickly before."

"We've known each other for four years, what you just did was just the icing on the cake. I am not letting go without a fight after that performance."

He smiled and nuzzled the back neck then kissed it softly. "I thought you might enjoy it. I find it odd that I have glanced at a number of those newspaper advise columns that a number of women have trouble reaching a climax, but I have never come across that. I realise my experience limited in the matter and that these columns are probably saturated with these kinds of problems."

"Reid!" she snapped to get him out of it.

"Sorry, I just…" she placed her fingers over his lips to silence him.

"I was one of those women, not that I would write to an advise columnist, before I met you."

"It can't be me that's the difference"

"It is you, I assure you it's you. Now you've tired me out."

"I'm sorry?"

"Don't be sorry, what you did was amazing, I didn't think it could be that good. You couldn't have had a very good night's sleep on that couch."

"You're right, I love you."

"I love you too."

He sighed and curled into her, he was never one for cuddling but this felt right to him. Having her close to him and smelling her mingled with the usual smells of his room, as well as sex was intoxicating, and relaxing to fall asleep. He could tell that she had fallen asleep almost immediately and was not awake long after her. For the first time in a long time they both got a restful nap.

End Part 4

Notes: All right I decided that really didn't finish this up properly so one more part and we're done. So yeah we'll do Mick's reaction. No team or fam this time tho, been there done that just want to move ahead.