SUMMARY
When the rest of the team forgets Spencer's birthday, he and Penelope have their own private celebration.
Reference to 7x11. I own no characters or canon of Criminal Minds. Many thanks and blessings to those who created them. Any mistakes are my own.
This fic is a one shot in honor of MGG's Birthday (Yes, I know Spencer's canon birthday is in October. It is Matthew Gray Gubler's birthday today, March 9). This is a gift for Felena1971 and SunnyInOregon in honor of our new Facebook page celebrating The Many Loves of Penelope Garcia.
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Spencer hears the knock well-before it registers. Once it does, he shakes his head and makes his way to the door.
The beautiful flamboyance that is Penelope greets him.
"What is up with you, my sweet G-man?"
Spencer turns from the foyer, trusting she'll lock it as she always does.
"What, no 'Junior' now that I've hit the big 'three-oh'?"
She puts her bags down in the kitchen and bedroom respectively and then saucily saunters back to him where he sits on the sofa.
"You haven't been 'Junior'-anything since we started this thing, My Love," she pauses. She relishes snuggling up as close to him as possible as she knows very few people get this close to him. She reaches over to take one of his hands in hers. "Are you upset about the surprise party once you got back?"
He turns toward her with one leg and knee up against the back of the sofa. Putting his arm around her, he draws her back into his chest and sighs.
"No, I just have a lot of feelings about turning thirty and what I want to accomplish. I thought I'd have more done by now, I guess, in some way. The team not remembering my birthday wasn't really important." He relaxes, closing his eyes. "In addition to that, I didn't get to see you much today and I didn't like that very much. But thank you for having everyone gather."
She startles, exclaiming, "I did no such…" She quiets under his questioning eye.
"Pen."
"Okay, FINE," she huffs before giving him one of their private smiles. The smile could not be fonder. It's deep and intimate and quiet… just like they are together.
"We were always going to have our private celebration, you know that, right," she asks rhetorically, in a whisper.
"I know," he reassures her and pulls her down further so they're reclining into the sofa. They both enjoy the closeness, touching and kissing languidly.
Some time later, she sighs again and gives him a squeeze. She places a brief kiss in the middle of his chest where her head lays.
"Alright, My Birthday Boy. I have a triple order of Chicken Tandoori and enough sugared treats to make even your head spin."
She stands up over him and offers him a hand to follow.
Before they go to the kitchen, he stops her. She turns to face him and he puts his arms around her. They hold each other tightly before relaxing into their embrace.
"You know I love you, right," he whispers.
She tisks at him and runs a hand soothingly up and down his back. She takes a half-step and looks up at him.
"Of course I know that. Just like you know I love you. Neither of us would have risked what we have in friendship for a casual roll in the hay."
"I know," he trails. "I just want to make sure you know my dissatisfaction about the day thus far has nothing to do with you. You are… perfect and what we have is… flawless. I apologize I was in a mood when you arrived tonight."
She squeezes his hands. She giggles.
"You're really excited about Tandoori and sugary treats, aren't you?"
They laugh together and fall into each other's embrace again.
"Absolutely."
"Come, my love," she leads him to the kitchen. "I have the cure for all that ails right in here… and the even-better stuff comes later."
After they share more laughter and eat dinner, Penelope cleans the kitchen quick before finding Spencer in his bedroom. What she knows to be the deliciously soft King bed is made impeccably. He's lighting the last of several candles he spread throughout the room.
She gasps when she sees him in the soft light and approaches him slowly.
"I think this was supposed to be my move, my sweet," she holds him from behind, around his waist.
"I think it's my birthday and I should get what I want," he responds and smiles as he turns in her arms.
"That you do," she hums and pulls him down to her for a kiss. The kisses start slow and sweet. They grow deeper and faster, their mouths widening to allow access to the other. Soon, they are nipping and pulling on each other's quickly-swelling lips. Breaths come shallower and quicker until they must break apart for oxygen.
Penelope pulls Spencer's blue-striped button-down out of his trousers and grunts a little as she lifts his sweater vest over his head. She loosens his tie and starts to unbutton his shirt until he reaches for her short, lavender shrug cardigan. Soon all of their clothes are together in a pile on the floor.
Once naked, they lay in bed and start kissing again slowly. Their hands roam seductively, although they do this dance often.
He rolls them from their sides so he above her. He nuzzles behind each of her ears, down her neck until he arrives between her ample breasts. He covers each of them with kisses while she murmurs pleasure and encouragement for him to continue.
Soon, she begs for him to enter her.
"Sweet Boo, I need you, please," she pants. She pulls him up to kiss her again and hooks her feet behind his trim ass to urge him forward toward her opening.
"You, my beautiful Priestess, shalt not ask twice." While he leans on one elbow, he reaches down and uses his cock to rub between her labia lips, pressing in to find her wet warmth.
He moves forward to capture her lips again and whispers. "You're so ready for me, Pen. I love you so much."
The first thrusts he makes are not enough for her. She grabs under his arms, around his back and pulls him to her. When he fully seats within her, she lets out a whimper. He continues to work to massage her clit with the top of his cock and peppers her with kisses.
Making love together is passionate and celebratory and comforting. They each climax and fall into each other's arms. Spencer holds her close to his side. Her head is on his shoulder while an arm and leg reach atop him.
Before they drift off to sleep, he raises her chin so Penelope looks at him. "Thank you for tonight. It was perfect."
"You're never forgotten, my Spencer. Happy Birthday."
