AN:
Right at a week! Sorry! -.-
I had two-thirds of it written yesterday - I think...maybe Monday... - but I got pretty damn sick so it just sort of sat there, unattended to. Super sorry! But, here it is and I hope you guys like it!
As per usual, if there's anything wrong, just let me know! :D
x
Special shout outs:
Guest (can't wait...): Well here it is! Hope it was worth the wait! :)
BrooklynSommerson21: Well here's some more of them for you! Thank you for the enthusiasm, it makes me fangirl like...well...a fangirl. haha. ;)
Sara188: Gah! Thank you. :)
Guest (more tyler and lace): Will definitely work on that, promise!
Guest (i love it): Thank you [it totally loves you too]! Here's more Reid and Avery for you! :)
Guest (update): Here you go! Sorry for the wait, hope it was worth it! :D
To all my reviewers: you guys rock, thank you for the encouragement, it means a lot!
To all you non reviewers: you rock too, and I'm glad you're still reading!
x
He awoke to the press of a warm body sheltered in the curve of his own, his legs framing bare, soft skin, his arms wrapped tight – rather possessively – around the sleeping, peaceful woman with her face pressed into the shoulder of the arm beneath her head; his left hand tangled in the sea of midnight spread out over the shared pillow.
Reid couldn't stop the smile that pulled at his mouth even if his audience hadn't been watching so blatantly smug.
A brush against his mind had him forcing his gaze to move from the slumbering Avery and to Natalie, who sat cross-legged on her bed across the room, watching the entwined duo with a smug smirk but warm, affectionate eyes.
"Please tell me you two are naked?" The wicked mirth in the quiet mental tone had Reid rolling his eyes and pulling Avery just a little bit tighter into him.
"Half-naked." Was his response, eyes leaving blue-hazel to return to the woman wearing an extra t-shirt of his that he hadn't even realized was his, not until she was picking it off the lamp it had landed on when he'd stripped it from her.
"You're wearing boxers, aren't you?" A soft accusation filled with the frustration of a friend who had spent years silently wishing them together.
His gaze met Natalie's briefly, the amusement in his eyes, the laughter in his head, was enough of a confirmation to have her throwing her hands up in faux-exasperation; as if to say 'I give up', but he knew that wasn't true, Natalie wouldn't ever give up on Avery finding an intimacy she had lacked when the others had not.
"So does this mean you guys are…you two are okay, right?" Hesitance in her voice that made Reid think that she was far more concerned than she had ever let on.
"We still have to talk," He admitted, too much shit had been going on last night, he had brought her back from the edge and then they had crawled into bed. "But…" He went on when Natalie's disappointment was near palpable to him, "We're good."
A soft kiss against his collarbone had his skin burning, "You two talk far too much." A husky, sleep-filled murmur that had Reid's boxers stirring.
"You ever going to tell me how you do that?" He questioned, pulling her ever closer, turning to his back so that she was lying on top of his chest, one of her legs pressing against his hips – it was a manipulated position, she was making sure he didn't physically tent the sheets; and if the sudden smirk against his chest was anything to go by, she knew just why he had moved her.
"Get in line," Natalie grumbled, eyes alight with joy as she watched them, "She still won't tell me."
Laughter in her voice, Avery spoke, "What time is it?"
"Just six thirty." Natalie responded.
"How was Devon?"
Natalie let out a sigh, lying back on her bed with a small smile, "Excellent, as per usual."
Reid groaned, "Information I did not need to hear."
Avery's soft chuckle brushed over his skin like a live wire, and dear god he was turning to stone beneath her.
When her thigh brushed against him she sucked in a quick breath, the fingers of one of his hands clenching into her hair, the other sliding beneath the shirt to scrape against the sensitive stretch of her spine. Her fingers dug into his torso in response, and he had to bite his lip to keep from groaning – he was never more glad to not be wearing jeans than he was in that one moment.
Natalie, feeling the sudden rush of sexual warmth flood her friend's bodies, clamored off her bed and headed for the door, "I'm going to go check on Liz and Lace, be back in an hour or so. Breakfast?"
"Yea," Avery absentmindedly agreed, admittedly distracted by the hot, hard muscle pushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
As soon as the bedroom door shut behind Natalie's figure, Avery found herself on her back; Reid balanced over her, his hips pressed firmly to hers in a way that had her back arching off the soft mattress.
But aside from one, gentle rubbing and a very deep good-morning kiss, things didn't progress and Avery found herself looking into intent, concerned blue eyes. "You okay?"
She settled into the mattress, hands lifting to run through his tangled, messy platinum hair, "Yes," and surprisingly enough, she was.
She felt better than she had in months, she couldn't remember the last time she had slept as well as she did when sheltered by Reid's lean, solid body; when wrapped securely in his arms in a grip she knew wouldn't ever unconsciously break.
And despite syphoning Elizabeth's fear, and all of her dreams for the rest of the night; Avery herself wasn't overwhelmed at any point in the night – by any dreams, whether they be from Liz or any of Spencer's unconscious students.
Even more calming, was waking up without the pressure of nightmares and fear on her mind, the only thing on her mind being the man she had woken pressed so securely against.
"It's Friday." He murmured quietly, expression suddenly, unexpectedly shuttered, his eyes trying to hide the hesitance he suddenly felt.
Placing a kiss to his jaw, she looked up at him, wondering what on Earth could possibly have him so concerned as to already be minutely distancing himself from her, "It is."
His jaw clenched, "There's a party in the Dells everyone else is going to." Her head tilted, chestnut eyes watching him unwaveringly, giving him her full attention – and for a moment, that unwavering attention stole his breath, he couldn't really remember anyone besides Avery ever giving him their full attention.
Unable to stop himself, he leaned down, brushed his mouth against hers in a gentle, simple kiss before pulling away, "Go out with me instead?"
A small, warm smile pulled at full lips, tenderness darkening chestnut eyes in a way that had his heart pounding. "Of course."
His grin grew slowly, a quirk of his lips before it spread until it reached his eyes, the joy in his eyes completely unfettered.
His smile was answered with one of her own, and then she was arching up to take his lips in a teasing, biting kiss before she was pushing at his shoulders and clamoring out of bed, "It's still Friday and school starts in a bit."
He groaned, "I need a shower."
A low, earthy chuckle that went straight to his throbbing groin had him fisting the sheets, "A cold shower." He rectified before rolling out of the warm bed and padding over to the kitchenette to watch her make coffee.
"If you want to shower here, I can text Tyler, have him bring over some clothes?"
He smiled at the offer, and though he wanted to take her up on it, he really didn't think they needed to be in the same vicinity when he was naked, she was half naked, and he was hard; especially if the cold water didn't work and he was forced to take matters into his own hands.
"How about I go shower and come back? That way we're both on time."
The smirk that lifted her mouth, the still darkened rings of her eyes had his jaw clenched – yea, if he stayed, they wouldn't be making it out of the room, at all.
"Sounds good." A husky murmur that had him crossing the distance between them, hands burying deep into her loose hair before he was bleeding into her mouth the passion, the need, that was taking all of his self-control not to act on.
It was only when he heard her soft breathy moan, felt the pull of her nails against his back that he realized he was grinding himself into her – and on the heel of that realization he jerked back, "Fuck." He cursed, eyes pinned to the quick rise-and-fall of her chest, the hem of his shirt riding up higher on her thighs with each inhalation.
"Fuck." He cursed again, her dark eyes dilated, her lips parted. "Shower," He mumbled through a thick voice, a constricting throat, "Shower, and then I'll be back, and we'll both be clothed, yea? Yes," He answered without waiting for her own concurrence, "Shower, clothes, coffee." He reiterated before casting her one last glance and turning around; jaw clenched and hands guarding his tenting dick as he practically sprinted to his room – already knowing that his rather outspoken anatomical 'hello to the world' would warrant a more hands-on approach then the simple spray of a cold shower.
All followers, favoriters, reviewers, non-reviewers, continuous guests, and first-timers: I hope you enjoyed!
Feel free to review!
Until next time,
x