Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. This chapter does feature Reid and Maeve together fully, like in bed. Nothing graphic so don't panic and is set eighteen months later. I could really use a cheer up today so if you can make me laugh in your reviews, I'll love you forever. Bloody man today wasted six hours of my time, so wasn't happy. Okay, enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you all.

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Eighteen months later

Spencer moaned gently as he woke up. He hit his alarm and decided ten more minutes was just what he needed. Even at seventeen and a half years old, ten minutes was glorious to him. He opened his eyes when he felt a hand brush through his hair. He turned over and brought his arms around Maeve. Kissing the top of her head, he stroked her cheek after. Last night, they had given themselves over to each other fully for the first time. They had planned to wait till they turned eighteen but they had gotten a little carried away. He'd never felt so nervous the night before. His only experience of sex was pain and being forced into it. They had taken it slow and it had been wonderful between them.

"You okay?" she asked, bringing herself up on one elbow. "I know we didn't plan last night but I don't regret a second of it. It was wonderful."

"It was amazing," he grinned at her. "Thanks for letting me have most of the control. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, you didn't. Where did you get the protection from?" she asked.

"Morgan," he chuckled. "He gave them to me on my birthday. Not because of the reason you think though. I was doing some experiments and it may have involved condoms exploding, that's all I'm saying."

"I should really go before your dad wakes up," Maeve said. "I don't really want to go, I could stay in bed with you all day."

"I'll see you later," he assured her, kissing her nose. "He wakes up in about twenty minutes so that gives us plenty of time. Look, I know that we were going to wait and I just want to make sure last night was what you wanted too. I love you, always have and always will. I don't want last night to change things."

"I love you too and last night, I don't regret. I know we were going to wait but we've been together for nearly two years. We both consented last night and we knew what we were doing. We didn't rush into this. We used protection and last night was out of love, not out of pressure. I know what you've gone through in the past. I know last night wasn't easy for you, not completely. You put your trust in me and we had a beautiful first time together. The only thing that this has changed is our love for each other. It made it stronger."

He kissed her lovingly before coming away. "What did I do to deserve you?"

Maeve giggled before kissing his cheek. "We can talk more about this later. Your dad will wake up soon."

Spencer got out of bed and pulled on some clothing. He had grown considerably in eighteen months and with Morgan's help, had a small amount of muscle to him. He kept his hair short. He could never shake the memory of William grabbing his hair and throwing him in the closet. He still had nightmares about his abuse by both William and his Uncle Ben. They were less frequent and therapy was helping him. Things had been peaceful over the last eighteen months. It had taken a while for him to get over the attack at the house fully. There had been one close call when he had almost lost his father. He'd been shot by an unsub out in the field and didn't wake up for two days. Spencer remembered looking after Jack as they stayed by their father's bedside. Apart from that, things had been normal.

He was studying online and was on good course to gain his first PhD in Physics. He had completed the necessary qualifications and couldn't wait to complete his PhD. Special adjustments had been done to accommodate his studies. It was still awhile till he gained the PhD but he was going to get it quicker than other people. He pulled on some pyjama trousers and a t-shirt. Maeve put on her trousers.

"Spencer, I need to borrow a shirt. You ripped the buttons off mine," she laughed quietly.

He saw some of the buttons on the floor. "What are your parents going to say when you walk in with my shirt on?"

He passed her a shirt, she put it on and rolled up the sleeves. "I'll get back before they notice."

She grabbed her bag and put her things inside. Tying her hair back, she couldn't help but notice how gorgeous her boyfriend looked in the morning. He finished putting on his mismatched socks, a quirk Maeve loved, and then took her hand. He opened his door slowly and they slowly made their way down the stairs.

"Spencer?" a voice came from the kitchen.

He froze and turned to see his father, Morgan and Emily in the kitchen, the door was wide open. "Crap," he muttered under his breath. He stood in front of Maeve, keeping hold of her hand as his father came forward.

"What is going on here?" he demanded. "You told me that she went back to her house last night. Why is she wearing your shirt?"

"Look, Dad. I can explain."

Maeve stepped forward. "Mr Hotchner, we didn't rush into this. We both consented and we love each other."

"You had sex," Hotch said angrily. "You're not eighteen yet! Maeve, I suggest you go home. I need to have words with my son."

"Please, don't be angry with him," Maeve said.

"Maeve, go home," Spencer nodded before kissing her cheek. "I'll be okay. See you later."

She glanced at Hotch before kissing Spencer on the cheek. "I'll see you later."

She rushed out of the door. Spencer walked past his father and into the kitchen. He opened the fridge door and grabbed some the juice.

"Spencer, I thought you were smarter than this. I can't believe you'd be so reckless."

Morgan and Emily remained silent but Spencer noticed Morgan's glare.

"I wasn't reckless," Spencer argued back. "This is none of your business."

"It's my business when my son decides to have sex under my roof."

"Oh my god!" Spencer said slamming a glass on the side, next to the juice. "I love Maeve, I've been with her nearly two years. Yes, we were going to wait till we turned eighteen but last night happened and we don't regret it. We both consented."

"Spencer," Morgan spoke up. "Did you use protection?"

"I'm not a moron. Yes, I used protection. Don't start lecturing me about this."

"With what you went through, you should have thought about what you did last night more."

"We took it slow and I didn't hurt her. Look, we love each other and we didn't rush into this. You can't tell me that you waited till you were eighteen."

"I did," Hotch snapped. "You're grounded."

"You can't ground me. This is ridiculous. This is good thing, not a bad thing. What Maeve and I did was out of love, not out of pressure or anything like that. We used protection. Look, last night wasn't easy for me but she helped me through it."

"You weren't ready," Hotch shook his head.

"You think I was ready when my uncle raped me?!" Spencer shouted at his father.

"Spencer!" Emily said. "That's enough."

"NO! I'll be damned if you all think what I did was wrong. Last night, was the best night of my life because I shared it with the woman I love. I was ready for it and I'm happy I went through with it. I was ready last night. I had control and Maeve helped me. It was my first experience of intimacy where I wasn't in pain. You think I liked it when my uncle pinned me down and put me through what he did. I didn't! I don't care what you think. Screw all of you!"

He stormed out of the kitchen and up to his room. He quickly dressed and shoved on some shoes. He grabbed his phone and wallet and stormed back down the stairs. Hotch caught his arm. "Where do you think you're going?"

Spencer ripped his arm out of Hotch's grasp. "Out."

"You get back up to your room. Now!"

"You can't tell me what to do."

"I'm your father, I'm telling you to go back to your room and stay there."

"You can't tell me what to do because you're not my real father!" Spencer shouted angrily. Hotch stepped back as if he'd been struck. He stared at Spencer with wide eyes. Spencer ran out of the door and down the path.

Emily came to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "He didn't mean that, Hotch. He's just angry and so are you. We all just need to calm down. He'll realise what he said."

Hotch walked away from her silently and went into his office. He closed the door. Morgan came to her. "I can't believe Spencer said that."

"Neither can I," Emily said. "I just think they need time to cool off and then they can talk."

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