Overheard
Reid and Prentiss
June 2010
Note-If you ever saw the movie 'When Harry Met Sally' you may recognize the inspiration for the telephone scene in this chapter. Thank you to everyone who is reading and reviewing this. I love writing this pair and I'm hoping to finish up a story or two more about them soon so I can post those. Crossing my fingers the muse will stay interested.
Chapter Seven
Reid turned on a lamp in his apartment before he asked Emily if she wanted a drink. She declined the drink but asked to use the bathroom. While Emily was gone from the living room Reid went to his bedroom and took out the small gift he had bought her.
His hands shook slightly as he held it, debating still giving it to her. He had spent last night figuring out where to buy this in DC and then rushing to that shop before it closed and making his purchase.
A part of him thought he shouldn't give it to her because it might seem like too much for a first date. He might scare her off. She might think he was just creepy and too serious. Not fun and relaxed and carefree like she wanted. That he was making too big of deal of one date.
On the other hand, his original purpose for buying it was to give her something more special than flowers to show her he put thought into this evening and appreciated her spending her time with him. And he had told her in the car he had something for her so if he didn't give her this gift he'd have to give her something else or seem like he had been lying just to get her upstairs.
And that would truly make him look immature and lame, he was sure of that.
He left his bedroom and headed to the living room to wait for Emily. Once she was came out of the bathroom she joined him on the couch. He handed her the gift. Her eyes lit up.
Emily asked "What is this?"
"You have to open it to find out. That's how boxes work."
She shook her head at his snarkiness. "Oh, really? Thank God you are a genius or I may have been here all night trying to figure this out." She set the box down. "You didn't have to get me anything, seriously." Gently she lifted the lid to find a pair of antique tortoiseshell hair combs. They were exquisite and hand crafted. Her mouth dropped a little before her eyes jerked up and met his anxious ones.
"Reid?" She gave him a small smile. "Thank you. They're beautiful."
He told her "Even though your story about that star puzzle that you had a few months back made no sense to me it did let me know that you like romantic fables. The most romantic one I know is The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry and it does make sense and teach a lesson, the way a fable should."
"Oh," she breathed out the word, her eyes going back to the combs, with a tender expression in them, before she turned to Reid again, leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
As she pulled back she had a soft smile on her lips. They stared in each other eyes for a moment before he bent and kissed her shoulder, that exposed patch of perfect pale skin had been calling to him all night, and then his lips raised to kiss up her throat before he started to nibble on her ear, eliciting soft sounds of pleasure from her as her hands reached out for any part of him she could caress.
Against her ear he said "Emily, its getting late. I think we should say good night."
Her hand had been on his thigh, inches from his aching cock, and he knew if she so much as grazed it he would be helpless against his lust and not send her home tonight.
Hearing what he said Emily groaned in protest but quickly stifled it and gave him a strained smile before she said "Sure."
"I'll walk you out."
Down in the parking lot, standing by her car, they exchanged more hot, open mouthed, deep kisses, bodies smashed together before she slipped into her car, looking throughly loved on, and drove away while Reid stood there with his hands shoved in his pockets watching her car go.
As much as he wanted her to stay tonight he didn't want her thinking he took her out just to get sex. Every moment with her was making him think beyond sex now and wonder what they could really have together. This all came out of the blue- he had never expected to feel so much for Emily Prentiss.
He was shaken to his core. Things were good. And that was very rare indeed in Spencer Reid's life.
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Emily was driving home and her mind was slowly clearly from the haze that had fogged it when Reid was kissing her. The more it did, the more confused she got about why she was driving away from his apartment on a Saturday night when they had just had an amazing date and didn't have to work in the morning.
She grabbed her bluetooth and put it on before she made a call.
"Speak to the Goddess of all things knowable and unknowable."
"He sent me home! ALONE! What the fuck is that about?"
Then she heard Derek chuckle softly.
Emily hissed "Take me off speaker."
A moment later Penelope said "Sweetie, our boy genius is a true gentleman. It was only your first date and he probably wanted to show you the uber respect that I'm sure you agree that you deserve. How did tonight go? Wasn't that improv fabulous? I love that place. Did Reid get it?"
Emily let out a frustrated breath and then smiled a little. "Tonight was the best date of my life."
They kept chatting and soon Emily's frustration was fading away, for the most part. She still planned to go home and pleasure herself to thoughts of Reid but that wasn't really anything new.
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Reid answered his phone. "Hey."
"You sent her home alone? Kid, tsk, tsk, come on now. What is up with that? I should have told ya to forget getting her flowers and pick up a box of condoms cause when a date goes good you wanna keep it going till the a.m."
"You want to."
Derek laughed. "Damn right I do. And Prentiss did too."
"She did?" he asked, hopeful as a puppy. A big smile spread on his lips.
"So what were you thinking? Do you have performance problems or something?"
"Do you sleep with every woman on the first date?"
"Just when it goes well. And when they give me the go signal. You totally missed that tonight. She was waving you in and you waved her off."
"Sex on a first date is statistically unfavorable to cultivating a long term relationship."
"Ugh, you and your statistics! You got me feeling as frustrated as Prentiss right now. Good night, Reid, and take my advice, please, next time shut your big brain off and let your little head do all the thinking for ya. That is if you wanna get laid anytime soon."
"I think...I think maybe...I think maybe we could have something...good."
Reid could tell Morgan was smiling when Morgan said "Well that's good, kid."
"And I don't think I made a mistake in sending her home tonight because I think women, on average, don't feel good about having sex on a first date."
"If you do it right they feel fantastic." Derek laughed. "Talk to you later, you Romeo you! I gotta wrestle the phone away from Garcia over here before she gabs the night away to Prentiss. We were in the middle of something, if you know what I mean."
"Watching a movie?" Reid deadpanned, knowing that Morgan and Garcia never had sex with each other on all the nights they stayed at his place and had dinners together.
"Don't you worry about it," Derek teased, even though Reid was sure that he had guessed right.
"Bye."
They hung up. Reid sat there wondering if he did the right thing by sending Emily home but after replaying the whole date in his mind he had a smile on his face and couldn't say he would have done anything different. He wanted sex but also something deeper...it was that deeper that kinda worried him.
He knew he wasn't good at relationships. He was secretive. He shut down on women. He hid his fears and doubts deep inside and told Morgan or Hotch or Garcia, rather than his girlfriend or his crush.
More than likely, just like with all good things in life, it would end up going horrible somewhere down the road. But even though he knew that he wanted to keep moving forward with Emily anyway.
Just like how he thought about the chance that he could get schizophrenia, like his mother, Reid rationalized that he still had today and all the days until that happened to live his life the best he could. These new feelings he had for Emily felt like the best gift he had ever been given...this exciting new dating thing dropped into his lap with a sexy good friend of his...and he wouldn't turn his back on that gift.
He hoped she stayed interested and didn't feel rejected because he had sent her home tonight. Before he went to bed he sent her a text to say goodnight. It took nearly an hour before he got back:
I was just thinking about you. :) More like fantasizing actually :) Night
After reading that he stripped off his clothes and got in bed, his hand immediately sliding down his body and wrapping around his cock, imagining he hadn't sent Emily home alone and she was there happy to get him off over and over again until the morning.
