Author's Note: Oh, my God. I can't even…dear Jesus God, why?As you all know from my previous A/Ns, when Dr. Maeve Donovan's character was introduced, I immediately felt dread. As happy as I was to see Reid seeking and finding a truly viable connection with someone, anyone, even with the Phone Booth cloak and dagger shit…I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that it would not work out, not in a 500 Days of Summer way but in a horrible heartbreaking BAU worthy way.
You guys have no idea how much I wish I had been wrong.
I'm fucking crying right now and I feel like I'm gonna hurl. Criminal Minds is back with a vengeance in 2013 and they're going straight for the jugular part of my Feels and everyone else's too. Well, goddamn it, if TPTB aren't going to give Reid his happy ending in canon, then I will with this story with Emily and I will with at least one story with Maeve!
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!" (…and I do not want it!)
Emily's heart was beating hard and fast, her hands trembling even as she gripped his sweater clad arms. Spencer's whole body was trembling and his kisses had a tinge of desperation, of pure want and need that made her whole body flare up with heat. They fell back onto his bed and his left hand went on top of hers palm down, fingers sliding into the spaces and squeezing. His now raspberry lip balm tinted mouth moved away from hers, descending over her chin and burrowing into her neck, making her arch into the touch, her free hand going to his shoulder to urge him closer.
After a few moments, he pulled away and sat up on the bed, pulling her up onto her knees to cup her face, to play with her hair, to look at her with completely focused hazel honey eyes. Neither one of them spoke but she made her whole body language open, welcoming, pleading with him with her eyes to have her, to let her have him, to let her touch, taste, feel…
His hands slid under the hem of her dress and she raised her arms, letting him take it off. His pupils dilated and the irises of his eyes darkened to a rich chocolate. To hell with tiny gauzy gag panties, he was looking at her regular underwear and more importantly her like he wanted to devour her. Holding his gaze, she showed her usual impatience with her bra and pulled it over her head, freeing her breasts. Tenderly, he bent and pressed two soft kisses to the aureoles, his thumbs teasing over her tightening pale tan nipples. Emily moaned and he pushed her back with a soft grunt, standing up and shedding his clothes with no care as to where they landed.
Her tongue went across her lips as she took him in. He was long and lean and his skin was so creamy. She had seen him shirtless before, felt him but this time, there were no Detox symptoms to distract her. Sitting up, she pulled him back on top of her, both of them moaning as hands removed the last barriers between them. He was like an oven and smelled so fucking good, musky and utterly masculine. This was no gangly awkward man-child. This was a grown ass man who knew what he wanted to do and who he wanted to do it to. Dr. Spencer Reid was a grown ass man and he was the only man she wanted…
"You're so beautiful."
She had heard it from others, both in and out of bed, but never had she been so certain that he meant it. In response, she bent and spread her knees, two of her fingers parting her lower lips. Two of his slid inside her and Emily gasped, mewing as he moved them in a come-hither motion, finding and working her spot…
"Spencer!"
"Shh…just relax and enjoy it. I want to make you feel good…"
A breathless cry escaped her as his thumb found her throbbing nub, sending delicious electricity lancing from her aching channel upwards. His lips returned to her nipples, kissing and suckling as she squirmed underneath him, trying to get closer, burning to be closer…