The First Time

A Criminal Minds Fan Fiction

Disclaimer: I own no names of Criminal Minds. Only the story is mine

Chapter two

Spencer's Resolve

Three months went by before Spencer got the courage to ask Amelia out.

As it happened, he stumbled into her dance studio quite by accident.

It was raining in DC, and Spencer was trying to beat the rain to the subway. He ducked into the studio.

Amelia appeared in a pink ballet outfit. Spencer had to catch his breath. She was beautiful.

"Spencer! Welcome! Have you come to learn ballet?"

Spencer chuckled. "No, I actually..."

"I'm kidding. I have some coffee brewing for the parents of my students."

"You only teach kids?"

"No. I teach adults too. You should take a beginner's class."

"I'm afraid I don't dance. You'd be wasting your time."

"I'd like to think no one is unteachable. I'd have you dancing like Fred Astare in no time. I've got to get back. Feel free to join us."

"Sure."

When Spencer walked into the dance area, he was met with surprise. Amelia was dancing ballet to Tchaikovsky's The Sleeping Beauty.

Her eyes were closed as she executed each move with precision.

When the music ended, Spencer clapped. "Beautiful."

Amelia shyly smiled. "I didn't realize I had an audience."

"Amelia, I was wondering if you'd like to grab a bite to eat."

Amelia was stunned. She'd learned in the past three months that her neighbor was not only a genius, but socially awkward.

"I'd like that very much, Spencer. Just let me change into my street clothes."

When Amelia returned, she was in a pair of jeans and a pink shirt with an owl on it.

"So, where will the night take us?"

"There's a little Italian place not too far from here. They have the best Stromboli, or so I've heard from a co worker."

"Italian sounds heavenly. How did you end up in this area?"

Spencer gave a sheepish grin. "My car is in the shop, so I use the subway. I didn't expect it to rain."

"You don't listen to the weather reports?"

"You know, most weather forecasts are best guess. In fact, I don't give the reports a second thought."

Amelia smiled. "I carry an umbrella even if there is a five percent chance of rain."

When they reached Sabario's Pizzaria, a large man said, "Dr. Reid! Welcome back. This is a surprise. You have a guest, and dining in as well. Let me show you to a table."

As they were seated, Amelia smiled. "You come here often?"

"I do. It's easier grabbing something than cooking for one person."

Amelia shook her head. She knew the feeling.

"So, how did you become an FBI agent?"

Spencer launched into his story. He was a twelve year old high school graduate. He'd graduated several colleges before being recruited to the FBI at the tender age of 21. That was nine years ago.

"What about you? Did you always want to be a teacher?"

"Yes. I love kids. But I almost didn't become a teacher."

"Why not?"

"I met this guy, who I thought was the one. He turned out to be a real jerk. He was very controlling, to the point he was abusive. I left him before he could do any permanent damage. He was a real head case. I guess you could call him a world class stalker."

Her words hit home for Spencer. His stalker, Cat Adams, was never far from his thoughts. She'd not made a move in three months, however, that didn't ease Spencer's mind.

After dinner, Spencer walked Amelia to her door.

"Thank you, Spencer, for a lovely evening."

She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

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Christmas had come to DC. Spencer's job as a profiler took him all over the United States. However, he had to admit he loved coming home. It was because of his lovely neighbor. He wanted to surprise her.

Because of Cat's escape, he'd not wanted to take the chance to get personal with Amelia. He decided to step out of his comfort zone.

He walked into a high end jewelry store and made a purchase. Tonight, he would tell Amelia how he felt.

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Spencer smiled as he called Amelia that night. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he was falling hard for her.

"Hi Spencer. Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas. Umm..I was wondering if you'd like to stop by my apartment tonight. I have a Christmas gift for you."

"That's funny. I have one for you too. See you in a few minutes?"

Spencer replied, "Sure"

He was nervous. He'd never had a woman in his apartment. His life was just so crazy.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when there was a knock at the door.

Spencer opened the door. Amelia stood there in a festive ugly Christmas sweater and a pair of black leggings.

"Come in."

Amelia took in his apartment. It was a typical bachelor pad with one difference. Books. Lots and lots of books.

"I hope you don't mind, but I baked some Christmas cookies today. I thought you might want some."

"That sounds great."

When they were seated in his living room, Spencer pulled out his gift.

"I know I can come off as weird or awkward, but I saw this and thought of you."

Amelia opened the box. Its contents made her catch her breath.

A gold chain with a set of pink ballet slippers. The bows of the slippers were diamonds.

"Spencer, it's beautiful. Thank you. This almost puts my gift to shame. I know we've been seeing each other over the past few months. I know your job allows you to see the worst in people. I got you this."

He opened the small box. In it was a lifetime membership to her dance studio.

"Spencer, You deserve to be happy. There's a time to mourn and a time to dance."

Spencer, for the first time in his life, was speechless. He stood up and took the necklace from her hands.

"Allow me."

She stood up and faced away from him, pulling her hair aside. He clasped the necklace around her neck.

Spencer turned her around to face him. He leaned down and kissed her.

"Thank you. Since I've been with you, I've never been happier. Can I have that first dance now?"

Amelia smiled. She placed her arms around Spencer's neck and placed his arms around her waist.

She led him in a few slow steps. Spencer stopped and looked down at her, intensity in his eyes. He kissed her again. His tongue exploring her mouth.

Amelia allowed him to taste her. When he pulled back, they were both breathless.

Amelia said in a shaky voice, "Spencer, don't stop."

He reclaimed her lips. Amelia allowed him to walk her to his bedroom.

"We don't have to do this, Amelia."

"I want to, Spencer. Make love to me."

Spencer removed her sweater and bra. Her breasts were beautiful. Perky with a rosey hue to them.

Spencer massaged them. A small sigh escaped her. Spencer leaned down and kissed her nipples. He swirled his tongue around the rosey tips and blew on them, causing a shiver to run down Amelia's spine.

He gently guided her to the bed. She sat down on the edge. Spencer knelt in front of her. His hands spreading her thighs. His hands massaging the inside of her thighs, his thumbs rubbing her moist area.

Spencer helped her remove her leggings. With her panties, he took his time.

"Lie back."

She obliged him. He was still working with her panties. He pulled them off with his teeth. He spread her legs and kissed the insides of her thighs. Then his tongue went for her sweet spot. Her hot folds were wet. He licked her clit. It caused Amelia to jump.

He placed his finger inside her, exploring her. He was getting excited from this.

He removed his shirt and his pants. However, Amelia stopped him when he tried to remove his briefs.

Amelia got on the bed on all fours. She kissed the bulging member thru the cotton. She licked at it. Spencer was getting frustrated. He pulled his briefs down.

Amelia's eyes grew wide at his size. She began licking him like a child does a lollipop. Eventually, her mouth went over his member, taking him all in. He was so large that her gag reflexes kicked in.

Spencer pulled her hair back, enjoying the sight of her closed eyes and her mouth around him.

"Oh God, Amelia."

Spencer pulled his cock from out of her mouth. He laid on the bed and she slid up beside him.

She kissed him, wanting more.

Spencer got the hint. He moved on top of her and spread her legs. He entered her gently, wanting to take his time. He would enter her and pull out.

Amelia whined in frustration. "Spencer, fuck me. Please!"

Spencer allowed his fully erected member to enter her. He began a rhythm that she could follow. The only sound was the slapping of skin and the bed post hitting the wall.

Amelia rolled over on top of him, never breaking contact. She wanted to ride him, wanted him to writhe beneath her.

Amelia leaned her head back as she rode Spencer. Her brown honey hair a waterfall down her back.

She took Spencer's hands and placed them on her erected nipples.

He massaged and squeezed them.

Spencer could tell she was on the brink. Tell the truth, so was he.

Amelia bent down and kissed him passionately. She continued to roll her hips on him.

"Amelia, I'm about to come!"

Amelia grinded down harder on him. She wanted him to come. She was near her orgasm as well.

As her breathing turned ragged, she began screaming his name.

"Spencer! Oh my God! Don't stop!"

Spencer grabbed her hips and began to pound harder. He groaned aloud. He caught a glimpse of her face. Euphoric, eyes closed, head back, mouth opened.

He came inside her, coating her insides with his hot seed.

He allowed her to ride out the remainder of her orgasm. Her body trembled and shook as she collapsed on top of him.

"I love you, Amelia."

Amelia looked at him. His fingers playing with her hair. His dark brown eyes loving her in a way that Kurt never did.

She kissed him deeply. "Spencer, I love you too."

"Would it be weird if I said that this was my first time?"

Amelia was shocked. Then she started giggling.

"What?"

"What are the odds of two virgins finding each other?"

"You too?"

Amelia pushed his dark hair out of eyes. "I'm glad you were my first. I wouldn't have it any other way."

She laid her head on his chest. His heart beat was the lullaby that sung her to sleep.

Spencer toyed with her hair. He was in love.

The next morning, Amelia didn't want to leave. She had a family party to attend.

Spencer had a Christmas party at Rossi's to attend

They showered together, which defeated the purpose. They ended up making love in the shower.

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Two nights later, Spencer was about to leave the bull pen when his phone chirped

"Dr. Reid."

"Dr. Reid, this is Dr. Wayne here at Our Lady hospital. We have a patient here, who had your card with her."

"Who is it?"

"Amelia Lane."

"I'm on my way."

Spencer entered the hospital. He flashed his credentials. "I'm looking for Dr. Wayne."

The nurse pointed Spencer in the direction of Dr. Wayne.

"Dr. Wayne? I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. You called me about Amelia Lane. Is she okay?"

"Well, she has three broken ribs and severe face trauma."

"Can I see her?"

"I don't see why not."

He walked Spencer to Amelia's room.

Her appearance caused him to gasp. Her face was bruised and bloody. One eye was swollen shut.

He looked down at her. "Oh Amelia. What happened to you?"

Amelia opened her good eye.

"Spencer? Is that you?"

He gently brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"What happened?"

"It was Kurt. He found me. He saw the necklace you gave me. He began to beat me. He even..."

She began weeping.

Spencer was getting angry. He gently kissed her forehead. "I promise to take care of you, Amelia."

Spencer never knew it, but a woman was watching the exchange.

"Oh Spencie. You have a new friend."