Amy tensed in Spencer's arms. while she didn't think anything was wrong, she didn't like the idea of talking. She had a feeling about what he wanted to talk about, and it wasn't something she wanted to open the door on. At the moment she preferred to live in denial. But that obviously wasn't going to happen.
Relax Angel," Spencer said, kissing he forehead. "It's nothing bad. Well, not technically. We just need to figure out what, if and when we are going to tell people about us."
"Oh," She replied sheepishly. "We have been avoiding that issue haven't we?"
"Yes, and it's something we really need to discuss," Spencer said. Amy moved on the bed, trying to get into a more comfortable position. That resulted in the blanket that had been covering her to slip below her breasts. "However I don't think I can focus on that while you're naked."
"Well let me see what I can do about that," she said, sliding off of the bed. Spencer watched as her naked form walked over to the bureau. "You need to get clothes on as well Dr. Sexy," Amy said, pulling on a pair of underwear, followed by pajama pants.
"I thought I was Dr. Naked?"
"You can't be Dr. Naked when you wear clothes," she said matter-of-factly.
"But I'm not wearing any clothes," he replied with a cocky grin.
"You will be," she said, pulling his shirt he had discarded earlier over her head.
"How am I supposed to get dressed when you take my shirt?" he asked. He actually didn't mind her taking his shirt, he liked the way it looked on her.
"It's just a shirt," she said, walking over to his bag and pulling out some pajama pants. While that's what she had intended to get for him, she was also pleasantly surprised that he had packed any. It was kind of nice to know he didn't expect to be naked with her all of the time. "Put these on," she said, throwing the bottoms at him.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, compliantly slipping them on. When he looked back up at Amy he said, "Did you know the reason men like seeing their girlfriends wearing their clothes is because of a primal instinct. Sort of like marking their territory."
Amy smiled, "Is that your way of saying you like me wearing this?"
"Yes," he said, standing up and walking over to her.
"Because it marks me as yours?"
"Yes." he placed his hands on her waist.
"I thought the hickey did that?"
"Ha ha," he replied before giving her a quick peck on the lips.
"Come on, it's getting close to dinner time," she said, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the bedroom. "Lets get you something to eat."
"What did you have in mind?"
"Well I don't know about you, but I don't feel like cooking," she said, pulling a take out menu from the drawer next to the phone. "How does pizza sound?"
Spencer agreed and while Amy ordered the pizza, he grabbed some glasses and soda. He set up the living room, preferring a cozier place to eat then the kitchen table. Then they decided to hold off on the talk until dinner arrived.
As soon as there was a knock on the door, Amy hopped up, grabbing her wallet along the way. She opened the door to find a guy in his early twenties with curly brown hair and blue eyes. A few of the curls in the front and on the side had been dyed green. He also had a slight stubble, which Amy thought would look super sexy on Spencer.
"Helloooo," he said when she opened the door and he got a look at her. It was obvious form his drawn out greeting that he found her attractive. That, and the fact that he was checking her out head to toe. Which seemed ridiculous to her considering she was wearing a baggy shirt and her hair probably looked like hell. "Mario's delivery. You didn't order this whole thing for yourself now did you honey?" he asked, leaning against the door frame.
Amy fought back a laugh at the lame pick up line. "Actually," she began, the felt Spencer come up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist.
"Hey honey," he said, kissing Amy on the spot where he gave her the hickey. "Oh, pizza's here."
The pizza guy cleared his throat, standing up and clearly getting the message that she was taken. "So, um, that will be $12.75."
Spencer took the pizza while Amy handed the guy $15. "Keep the change," she said. As soon as the door was closed she burst out laughing. "What was that?"
"What?" Spencer asked innocently, setting the pizza on the coffee table.
"You are adorably possessive," she said, sitting down on the couch next to him. "But what are you going to do when we go back to work and some guy makes a pass at me?"
"Put a sign on you that says Spencer's property," he replied smiling.
"Oh, so now I'm your property?" Spencer got a look of panic on his face which made Amy laugh again. "I was just joking Spence. Besides, I kind of like the idea of belonging to you."
"Really?"
"Yes," she replied. "But we are going to have to find another way to deal with it at work. Jealous antics are going to get us fired."
"I doubt you'll have to worry about anyone going after me," he said. "You're not exactly dating a guy like Morgan."
"Are you kidding me?" she asked completely shocked. How could he not know how much of a catch he was? "I know I'm not dating Derek. I'm dating Spencer Reid, the guy half of the women in the building day dream about. The guy who is the subject of speculative gossip in the ladies room."
"Yea, probably about whether or not I'm gay," he said, unconvinced of his appeal.
"Actually it's more like how much of a closeted ladies man you must be," Amy corrected. Granted she had heard the gay comment form one girl. she didn't know what planet that girl was from, but Spencer was definitely not gay. Him and his Reid had proven that. "Like on Tuesday how you went in with you tie loose and the top two buttons of your shirt undone. A look of 'I just got laid' plastered on you face."
"I really looked like that?" he asked, starting to come around.
"Yes. And to think, you didn't get laid until last night," Amy grinned. "I can't believe you never noticed the way they looked at you."
"I just always thought it was directed at Morgan," Spencer replied.
"All these years you could have been mackin' on the office hunnies," she joked.
Spencer scoffed. "There is only one office honey I am interested in."
"JJ?" she asked, pretending to cry.
"No."
"Derek?"
"Hell no," he said, face filled with disgust.
"Oh no," Amy whined. "Not my brother."
"You're getting closer," he said. Actually he was the one getting closer, face only and inch or two away from hers.
"Me?" she asked excitedly.
"Exactly," he replied before kissing her. It was only a short kiss, but enough to prove his point.
"Well, now that we have that settled," Amy said. "Are we telling anyone about us?"
