A/N Sorry if this is too crappy, I didn't have time to write at ALL today. I'm actually REALLY frustrated because I wanted to make this one perfect *sigh* Oh well...
Disclaimer:
Me: NO! I WON'T!
Elle Greenaway: Say it before I shoot you in the face.
Me: You wouldn't do tha- oh yeah, you would. Fine, I don't own Criminal Minds it's all property of CBS.
Day 4: On A Date
Wiping his sweaty palms nervously on his pants, tugging his suit jacket a little tighter around himself, Spencer Reid stood nervously outside her door. This was it. The moment he had been waiting for. His first date with Ashley Seaver, his not-so-little crush.
He raised his hand to knock, then froze. Why exactly, he wasn't sure, but he suspected it had something to do with his extreme fear of not being up to her standards. What if dinner was a bad idea? What if she hated it? What if it was too conventional?
Spencer dropped his hand, then raised it again. This time, he was going to do it. He was really going to-
The door opened, and there stood Ashley. His jaw dropped.
She looked...stunning. A deep purple dress with a sweetheart neckline, just past the knees, that accentuated her curves. Her golden hair fell over her shoulders, wavy, and she had done something with it that made it even more shiny. For all intents and purposes, she was beautiful.
"Spencer?" Her hand was waving in front of his eyes, and he blinked quickly, regaining the power of speech.
"Wow, Ashley. You look...exquisite."
A blush colored her cheeks. "Thanks. You look...handsome."
An awkward silence. Then Ashley commented randomly, "Have you ever noticed that the only way you can compliment a guy's looks is 'handsome'? I mean, 'adorable' or 'sweet' are more to describe their personality, while a veritable arsenal awaits anyone who wants to compliment a female."
Spencer cracked a grin. "You stole my line."
She beamed back.
He offered her his arm. "Milady?"
"I love it when you talk fifteenth century to me."
REIVER!REIVER!REIVER!REIVER!REIVER!REIVER!REIVER!REIVER!REIVER!REIVER!REIVER!
Spencer pulled up in the parking lot of Bellini's. Him and Ashley had been chattering merrily up until then, causing another one of those damn awkward silences to fall, more like tumble and crash, upon the two. He quickly got out and raced around the car to open Ashley's door. As she stepped out, she read the name of the restaurant. "Ah. I assume Rossi is the one who you went to for restaurant recommendations?"
"Now how did you know that?"
As they walked up the paved walkway, the conversation resumed.
"So, Bellini's? I hear it's pretty high-end, as far as Italian restaurants go."
"Yeah, I didn't think Domino's was what Rossi had in mind when he said 'Italian is the way to that girl's heart."
Ashley snickered. "He actually said that?"
"This is Rossi we're talking about here," Spencer replied.
"Touché."
When they entered, a waiter immediately appeared to seat them. "Any specific table preferences?" he asked politely.
"No." Spencer looked at Ashley. "You?" She shook her head.
They were seated at a table smack dab in the middle of the restaurant.
"Lovely," Ashley muttered as she picked up her menu. Scanning through it, she decided on spaghetti alla chitarra. Across the table, Spencer had already chosen paglia e fieno.
They talked and laughed over dinner. It was the first time in months they were both able to relax and be Ashley and Spencer, not Agents Reid and Seaver.
After dinner, Spencer paid the bill like the gentleman he was, and they both walked to his car. Once they got in, Spencer handed Ashley a long piece of black cloth.
She gave him a questioning look. "And this is...?"
"A blindfold. Put it on," he said simply.
"Oooookay..." She tied it around her head.
Ashley decided not to ask any questions, so she let him drive in silence. When they finally got there, she made to remove the blindfold, but Spencer said, "Keep it on." He walked around to her side and helped her out. A woodsy smell reached her nose, and she inhaled deeply. He guided her to their destination, and said, the excitement in his tone evident now, "Okay. Sit down."
Ashley did as told, then felt her shoes being removed "Wha-?"
"Just go with it. Okay, you can remove your blindfold now."
Untying it, she looked around. They were sitting at the end of a pier, their feet dangling in the lake. The moon cast its reflection on the glassy surface of the water below. It was...
"Magical," Ashley breathed. "Spencer..." her voice trailed off as she looked around, just in time to see his countenance change from nervous to relieved. "This is amazing."
He blushed. "I'm glad you like it."
"I don't like it, I love it!" She kicked her feet, causing ripples to disrupt the reflection of the moon. "Glad you got rid of my high heels, though. Those wouldn't have gone over well with the water."
Spencer laughed - her stomach flip-flopped - and asked wonderingly, "What is it with women and shoes?"
"Oh, Spencer. For all those factoids and statistics, you don't know a thing about women and their fashion."
"Factoids? Was that necessary?"
"Yes."
"May I kiss you?"
The question caught Ashley off guard, but she regained it quickly. "Certainly, Dr. Reid, but remember, fifteenth century manners."
Spencer grinned one more time, and his lips fell upon hers.
The kiss was magical, it was beautiful, it was breathtaking, it was every single adjective and synonym that Spencer could think of, which was a considerable amount.
They broke apart when the need for oxygen reared its ugly head, and stared at each other for a moment, each memorizing every detail of the other's face.
"May I make a humble request, milady?"
"By all means, kind sir."
"May I repeat our previous activity? It seemed we both took great pleasure in it."
"How could I refuse?"
And the courtship of Spencer Reid and Ashley Seaver began with one magical kiss.
A/N *cringe* Sorry it's so cliché, I didn't have time to be any more creative...I'm SO frustrated with this, sorrysorrysorry that it's so bad! I DID get all the Italian stuff from Google/Wikipedia, and I chose the name Bellini's because I'm rereading The Cricket in Times Square...Anyways, I have to post this, it's 11:54 pm, so bye!
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