Author's Note: Steamy enough? Or should I go over it again and make it even hotter? Tell me!

The Lambada on You Tube: .com/watch?v=5AfTl5Vg73A –listen to that when you read the last part.

9 Months

Chapter Seven

Persuasive

-Month Three, Week Three-

"A pervasive and excessive need to be taken care of that leads to submissive and clinging behavior and fears of separation, beginning by early adulthood", said Spencer, sitting cross-legged on one of his armchairs, stretching his arms.

"Uh...", Harper was half-lying on the couch and scratching her head, her eyes focused on the ceiling as she was thinking hard, "...what's a...what's a...a Dependent personality disorder?"

"Correct", Spencer acknowledged and Harper made a victory-fist.

"Can we stop now?", she asked and looked at him like a kid asking her father for permission to go to a party.

"If you think you're well enough prepared for you last exam", Spencer shrugged and shot her a challenging look, "after all this is about your degree"

"We've been playing mental disorder-jeopardy for two hours now, I think I'm well enough drilled now", she answered with a hint of spite in her voice, as if she was going to stick her tongue out to him, "please?"

"Hey, I can't decide that for you, if you're ready you're ready", he sat up, "but I do think that endless repetition stops being helpful at some point" He gave just a hint of a wink but she'd got it anyway.

"Thank you", she smirked, "and thanks for learning with me"

Spencer didn't mind, it wasn't like her presence caused him angry outburst or irregular behavior anymore, somewhere during the last two weeks he'd really started to appreciate her company. He'd always lived alone, since his mother had been hospitalized when he was eighteen (not that he hadn't been practically autonomous before), so he'd never learned how it felt when you had someone waiting for you at home that you wouldn't have to fear to have an episode of any kind. Now she was there nearly every day when he got home from work and as she'd promised, always with dinner ready. He must've put a good one and a half pounds on and she'd always look at him and say: "Much better"

It almost felt like a real family, it was nice, a nice thing and she was trying hard to be an easy room-mate, always cleaning up after herself, putting everything back to its place when she used it and she always worked to keep the light mood, talked a lot about funny things at uni, initiated lame-jokes-competitions that Spencer always won and distracted him from his sometimes distressing job. Although he hadn't been away for a case since she'd moved in with him, they'd had a case in Washington that had been rather gross. But as soon as he entered his apartment and saw her, almost always with a spoon in hand with her head on top of the jars and pots, he left the darkness behind and sank into this weird unknown world she'd made his private life.

He also found he was making progress of getting to know her, the real her, not the treacherous brat he'd wrongly thought her to be. For example, he found out that she was incredibly clumsy and always ranted at herself about it. Once she'd tripped over her own feet and broke an old vase that Spencer had always liked because it was rather old and had Dr. Ahab and Moby Dick painted on it.

She both apologized and hated on herself for about half an hour. An other time she'd been cooking and splashed boiling water over her hand, causing her a nasty bleb she constantly whined about but not in an annoying way, more so that it made Spencer laugh. Also, she was completely immersed when she was reading, if you called her across the room, she wouldn't look up because she wouldn't even have registered that you'd even spoken. And, every second she wasn't reading or talking, she was humming or singing a song stuck in her head and she knew about every song by heart, no matter if it was top forties or old children songs, Elvis, Genesis, she knew them all.

When Spencer woke up the next morning, he heard her singing from the living room, some old song, he knew that one..."You are my sunshine, my only sunshine" He smiled even before he'd opened his eyes. She was such a joyous person, there was rarely ever anything that could stop her from smiling, except when she had one of her 'hormone-attacks', how she liked to call it, when they were watching a sad movie or she was reading a sad book or sometimes just randomly started to cry. "The baby does that", she said.

He got up when she repeated the chorus for about the sixth time, it seemed to be her favorite part and she lingered on every single syllable, making it sound very jazzy.

When he stepped into the living room she greeted him with the verse: "Smilers never loose and frowners never win" grinning widely to underline it.

"You're funny", he stated when she handed him a plate with pancakes.

"I know", she smirked, "eat up, I have plans for today"

"What plans?", he said with a full mouth from his first bite.

"The public swimming pool", she declared, "I haven't been swimming in a decade"

"Uh...well, have fun then", Spencer tried but she wasn't going to have it as he'd predicted.

"You're coming with me", she said as if it was a statement and not a plea.

"I don't think so", he insisted.

From the look on her face he could tell that she was not going to let it go, she was persistent and stubborn and had a long breath.

"Why?", but now that question threw him of track and he stuttered again when she tilted her red head as always when she was curious. He'd expected her to go on saying 'please, please, please' with her puppy eyes that she knew to use perfectly,always toying with her naïve impression and her child-like round and rosy cheeks bringing out the protective instinct in Spencer all too naturally and blinking with her long lashes the way the Lolitas in the High School-Chick Flicks did, she sometimes made him watch.

"Uh...I...well", it was embarrassing, he wouldn't tell her, "I don't like people seeing me half naked"

"Liar", she said after a short frown, "your left eye twitched and when your left eye twitches, you''re lying, I've noticed...so...tell me the truth, why don't you want to join me at the swimming pool today? You don't have work and it's warm, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and I am still adorable-looking in a bikini, that won't stay like this forever, as we're well aware...come on, Spence, this is the perfect day"

"No really", he said, his voice gaining a slightly suffering note as he imagined her in a bikini and his brain unfortunately chose to replay another memory-shred of their night together, "I can't"

"Of course you can, it's easy, you get dressed, we take the subway, we pay three dollars and on we go", she shook her shoulders a bit, like dancing and spoke on with a baby-voice, "splishy, splashy"

"Harper; I can't", he whined, why couldn't she just let it go?

She pulled her lips together, so they formed a thin line of disapproval and she pierced him down again, nailed him at the pot with her green-brown eyes and waited for him to tell her the truth. He sighed.

"I can't swim", he finally admitted, painfully aware that he was blushing. He'd never bothered to properly learn it, also because as a child he'd other interests.

Harper fell silent for a moment, again checking his face for signs of lying and as she didn't find any she took a deep breath and looked at him distinctively.

"Then it's time you learned it", she would never stop until she got what she wanted, "come one, finish your pancakes and then we roll"

"I don't even have trunks", he complained.

"I have some for wake-boarding, you can have them...I guess they'll fit, with your hips...they're almost narrower than mine", she chuckled and then turned around to her room, her curls bumping up and down. This woman...

About an hour later they stood in the cue for the nearest public-open-air-swimming pool and Harper was happy as ever, paying both their tickets and leading him across the open field to her favorite spot; a half sun-half shadowy place underneath a grand oak tree. She put the picnic-blanket she'd brought to his apartment (Spencer didn't own such a thing because he never picnicked) widely on the ground and a second later stood before him without her white light summer-dress that she'd let carelessly dropped on the floor. He couldn't help but take her in, it was a reflex and he did his best to keep his jaw from dropping the way she stood there in her green bikini, revealing only so much you needed to have your mind blooming (how on earth did a girl like that ever end up in bed with him?) and there, very subtle, the way you wouldn't see if you didn't know, was a little bulk right beneath her navel. His eyes lingered there, on his child and from the corner of his eye he saw the corners of her mouth going up.

"Now, you go", she said suddenly, "so I can check you out for once" What was this flirty tone about? Didn't she know that flirting didn't worked with him? He was unskilled, it always just threw him off track.

"Uh...I don't know", he stumbled. He wore the trunks under his pants, all he needed to do was unbutton them and take his light pullover off but something held him back. It felt like everyone was starring at him, just like back at High School. And then, as if she'd read his thoughts, she said: "No one's watching...but me", she added with a smirk.

Spencer closed his eyes, channeled all his will power and took a deep breath. What would she take him for if he didn't dare to do it? He didn't want to know so he slowly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his ever so pale, naturally unhaired chest, that looked more like that of a twelve year old girl than a twenty-seven year old man. He was glad his pullover was stuck for a moment or two on his head to hide his blushing.

The pants were down quicker and when he stood there, stripped down to his trunks he felt as uncomfortable as anyone would that had just once in his life been that exposed to society.

"I really don't see why you worry", Harper said, looking at him up and down so his ears suddenly got really hot, "now, let's teach the genius how to swim"

She turned carelessly away from her basket with their wallets and the leftovers of the breakfast-pancakes and ran down the little hill to the pool. Spencer only retreated so involuntarily.

"What's with our stuff?", he asked her and across the distance he saw her turn and shake her head as if he'd just said something really ridiculous.

"People don't steal around here", and walked on.

She awaited him in the pool, at the end where the water was low for the kids. She stood in waist-high water and waved at him to join her. Reluctantly, he strode into the water, trying not to think of the statistics on public-pool-contamination.

One in twelve public swimming pools was contaminated with parasites that caused infections that could give you diarrhea, skin rashes, ear infections and/or upper respiratory infections. This illness often occurred when swimmers submerge their heads underwater or if they swallow water that is contaminated.

"Don't look so disgusted", Harper commanded when he reached her, "the water's not going to give you HIV"

"I should hope so", he said, frowning his brow.

"Okay, so,lesson number one", she started straight away, making him lay flat on the water, she put one hand under his stomach to hold him in place, the water cooling none of the flames she caused with her touch.

He worried that he was too heavy for her, despite the fact that water lightened every body but she just said: "You're not much heavier than me and soon, you won't be at all" She looked down at herself and smiled.

"Now, paddle with your arms and put your feet like a frog, yeah, frog-legs...no, it's great this way, now kick...ah...almost...yes, just like that, now...now both together, hands paddle, legs kick, good, you're doing good, see it's not that hard"

She commented every single move he made, always encouraging like a mother teaching her child to drive the bicycle without training wheels. The movements were somewhat easy but the feeling was weird, he was light but still every strain in his body was working. He concentrated on moving all his limbs at the same time and he only noticed when he almost hit someone else that he'd been moving. Harper had let him go, now he'd almost crashed into someone and was startled. He lost his concentration and paddled frantically, for a long moment sincerely panicked before he remembered he was in low height and his feet touched the ground, he turned around to snap at Harper for letting him go but when he saw her his anger ceased. She looked like a proud Mom and clapped, the widest grin on her face. He waded back to her and she patted his elbow.

"Great job!", she applauded, "see, you swam, after half an hour of training...I told you there's nothing you couldn't do"

She held her hand out for a high five, a pathetic little children thing to do but she did it quiet often and he'd gotten used to it and clapped his hand against hers.

"I think you should buy your swimming instructor a big old Popsicle now", she smirked and linked arms with him, pulling him out of the water.

The sun was beaming and there wasn't a cloud on the sky, when they sat down on a bench next to the little ice-bar, the drops on her skin reflected the light, making her pale skin shine as if it was covered in diamonds and her curls, which had remained fairly dry in the pool shone even more brightly.

She enjoyed her ice thoroughly, saying 'yummy' every couple seconds. Spencer had ditched out on the ice, not trusting the kiosks refrigerator-system. It didn't seem to bother her.

"Ahhh", she suddenly squealed after she'd finished her ice.

"What's wrong?", he'd turned around to her so rapidly, his head spun but then he saw that her scream wasn't due to sudden pain but sudden glee.

"It's the Lambada", she immediately started waving her body with the rhythm coming from the PA system of the kiosk.

"Come on, let's dance", she ordered and he just sat planted, looking up at her -she'd already gotten to her feet, overly exited- like she was crazy.

"Stand up", she ordered, being as bossy with him as he'd been with her before.

He shook his head, "I don't dance"

"Today you do", and with that she pulled him up to her feet and a bit away from the bench.

"I can't dance", he said again, desperately. How could she be so damned persuasive?

"It's simple...just", she took his big hands into her little ones and placed one on her waist and kept the other one up, wined in hers.

"Come closer", she commanded but he didn't move an inch, "closer!"

She sighed as he, again, didn't move a limb, looking like he was forced to watch Hotch making out with Morgan and she let go of his hand in the air and then, in a moment that immediately took out all air from Spencer's lungs, put both her hands on his hips and pulled him close so there was no room between them.

"The Lambada's a close dance", she stated with a grin, so close to him that the tip of her nose almost touched his chin. He could feel her breath on his still wet neck, making him shiver.

She took his hand back and started shaking her hips against him ever so softly.

"Use your hips", she smiled.

"I don't have hips", he whined desperately.

"Yes you do, see", she moved her pelvis even closer to his – not good, not good at all, "now just lift one leg slightly up from the ground at a time, like me, don't worry, I lead"

They were moving in unison before Spencer even knew. He didn't want to know how stupid he must've looked but she was so happy, he did her the favor.

The rhythm grew faster and her scent was filling his nostrils, her skin was radiating heat and everywhere her body bumped against his it felt as if little fireworks were setting off.

How was he going to deal with her? She would drive him nuts eventually. He wondered what consequences his sudden physical desire for her would have and his rational mind told him to let her go but he couldn't, they just kept turning and swaying to the summery song.