A/N: This chapter is just porn. Simple as that. I really hope you all enjoy this one. Thanks in advance for reading!

"Eros seizes and shakes my very soul
like the wind on the mountain
shaking ancient oaks"
- Sappho

Standing in the empty room, Spencer swore.
"You've got to be kidding me"
He walked to the bed and stood glaring at it, with his arms folded over his chest, as if he were trying to stop himself from throwing stuff around.
To him, it was the cruellest joke. He was a winner who had been denied of his hard-earned prize... which essentially made him feel like a loser.
'When I get my hands on you, Monica, I swear...'
He was pissed, not knowing whether he should kiss Monica or be mad at her. The anger was indistinguishable from merciless desire.
All of a sudden, his wrath became pointless. The very air in the room seemed to change. He could sense it. Something sweet and strong in its beauty - like a rose - was nearby. Spencer turned on his feet. His face was a mask of indifference but his heart thudded in his caging chest. Monica stood leaning against the open door, watching him.

He was torn between scolding her and kissing the sense out of her. In a second he realised he was incapable of scolding in his current state. It was a disturbing sense of serenity. What he felt, the anger, the arousal, whichever it was - it could only be expressed through his actions. His voice came out restrained.
"You tortured me"
Monica didn't move a muscle. She stood there watching him, still as a statue.
Spencer said,
"That was clever, I'll give you that. But it was cruel"
He took a step towards her. He had to shove his hands inside his pockets to keep himself from reaching out and ripping that flimsy excuse of a nightgown right off her body. She hadn't worn one of those since getting out of the hospital. The almost sheer cloth draping her curves made Monica seem ethereal, like she had been sent for his pleasure from heaven.
He recalled, painfully,
"I haven't touched you... really touched you in 64..."
"64 days and 11 hours", she said.
That melted away any anger he had. The fact that he hadn't been the only one counting the hours, suffering with longing, pining day and night for the one who slept in the same bed as him - it was enough to make him forgive her the prolonged foreplay. Eyeing her with a doleful expression, Spencer told her.
"I have had to practice so much self-control since you have come back"
"What do you mean?"
"I have...", he admitted, "urges"
"Such as?"
"They are basically about having sex with you"
Monica's face lit up. She asked,
"When do you get these urges?"
He shrugged, kicking lightly at the floor with his shoe.
"Every time you step into the room, I guess"
He took another cautious step towards her, and asked,
"You never noticed?"
"You always look at me with such innocent affection in your eyes"
Spencer gave a nod.
"Most of the time, I'm actually picturing you naked. Or wearing tight shorts"
Monica looked away, smiling and blushing. If there was only one word in the world to describe her in that moment, it was inviting.
Spencer walked to her until she took the cue to move away from the door. He closed and locked it from within. When he turned, Monica's face was a breath away from his. Her flushed face, her desirous eyes - they stoked his wickedness like kindling in a fire.
She had made him wait. Two could play at the game. It took all of his resolve to not just give in to his need and smother her with kisses.
He said,
"What I am about to do, I haven't done it before. So if I do something wrong, you tell me"
His eyes followed the bobbing pulse in her throat. With a promising smirk, Spencer dropped down to his knees before her.

He wasn't supposed to do that. He never did that.
"Dr. Reid..."
She had fantasized about it a million times, dreamed of his sweet mouth devouring her. But she had also resigned herself to the possibility that it would never happen. And that was okay. Her boyfriend had a thing against germs. He often started talking about them right after sex; in third person, of course.
The last thing Monica wanted in the world was to make him uncomfortable. So she had never as much as hinted at wanting oral sex.
"You don't have to do this"
"Spread your legs", Spencer said.
Not once in those fantasies had she imagined she would be so nervous. So nervous that her legs gave a little tremble as she spread them a few inches.
"You really don't..."
Monica gaped. Spencer's hand was inside her nightgown and slowly climbing along her thigh. She glanced down at him. He was so tall his face was in direct alignment with her abdomen. She could see only the top of his head and the back of his neck, not the expression on his face, not the look in his eyes. Sweat broke out on her skin in the cold room, as his fingers brushed against her panties. Spencer was taking his time with her.
Monica grew stiff as his fingers trailed along her most private part. She closed her eyes when Spencer pulled down her panties. He glided his knuckles against her inner thighs as he did so. He touched her leg and lifted her right foot, his long fingers curving upon her ankle in a firm grip. He did the same to her left foot and got her lacy panties completely out of the way. The soft gauzy fabric of her nightgown tickled her skin as Spencer lifted and gathered it in his hands.
"Hold it up"
Her fingers grazed his as she held it for him. It was a bit mortifying for her to stand there so, exposing herself to his face. But that's what he had asked.
Her legs twitched again when he touched her inner thighs. Holding and caressing them in that familiar way, Spencer moved his hand to between her legs. Gentle, inquisitive as ever.
Monica breathed easier as his thumb passed along her slit. She cried out in surprise the very next moment as Spencer's mouth replaced his thumb.

With an open, wet kiss, he took her. His mouth closed upon her like he was feasting on a cherry. His fingers parted her, gentle as a feather.
Spencer's mouth kissed Monica's lower lips inside and out. A shiver ran through her at the touch of his tongue. He pinned her in place by holding her waist with both hands and going down on her. He lapped at her velvety softness with deep, lingering strokes. Like always, he seemed to await her body's response before he kept going.
Monica gasped and closed her eyes as he licked a circle around her clitoris. Spencer licked it, kissed it, took it in his mouth over and over again only to let go too quickly. Pleasure pooled inside her right where his mouth met her body.
It was too much. No one had ever done this to her. No one had taken his sweet time in tasting her so. The fact that he, her Dr. Reid, was the one finally claiming her in that way - it made her throb.
When Spencer tilted his head from side to side to explore her with his mouth, she feared she would faint. He licked her almost dry, and she could swear she heard him moan in relish. His mouth must have filled with the taste of her.
He took her pulsating clit in between his lips and sucked on it. Monica moaned weakly. This time, he wouldn't let go. She bit her lip and revelled in his ministrations. When he kept his mouth on her clit and his tongue invaded her, Monica's knees buckled. Spencer held her in place and leaned even closer. His hair brushing against her thighs, his nose against her... Spencer kept sucking her clit.
"Oh god", she whimpered.
It began.
Tidal waves of a pleasure so intense, she feared she would drown. Holding her nightgown up with one hand, Monica grabbed his head with the other. He didn't look up. She rifled her fingers through his soft hair.
"Spencer... I'm going to", she whispered, "...cum"
He seemed to sense the pleasure surging through her. It grew and grew till there was nothing more to do but explode. Monica cried aloud as her orgasm hit, and Spencer buried his face deeper in her, drawing it out. She cried his name, wanting him to stop or she would go mad. But he didn't budge. She clutched at his hair and the folds of fabric in her hand, pursing her mouth tight to stifle a scream. Her legs shook like tongs as the vibrations ebbed away. Spencer slowed down his oral adulations too. He placed a sweet kiss on her mound before getting to his feet.

As she gasped for breath, Monica hoped for tenderness. Spencer loved kissing her. He was so good at it too. She couldn't help but gaze longingly at his lips as they stood close to each other. Monica reached for his mouth with hers but he drew back.
"No"
Her skin was warm and tingling. Her mind was so hazy with the onslaught of such ecstasy, she couldn't make sense of his denial. Spencer was holding her by the shoulders against the wall. It stuck to her bare, damp skin. With his fingers, he slinked the spaghetti straps down her shoulders.
"Take it off"
Monica waited for her breathing to turn normal. He was gentleman enough to wait with her. When she tried to take the nightgown off, he just stood there watching. She shimmied a little out of it, exposing her light blue bra (which was part of the set she had worn specially for the night), and pulling the nightgown over her head. It dropped to the floor from her hands. Spencer's eyes roved over her body in open admiration. Monica eagerly leaned forward to touch him, but Spencer swerved out of the way.
"What are you... oh!"
He lifted her into his arms. She put her own arms around his neck for safety. Though Spencer weighed more than her, she didn't trust his weight-lifting abilities all that much. But he walked to the bed and deposited her on it with ease, like she weighed nothing at all.
Monica rolled over a bit with the momentum. She was lying on her side when she rose, bracing herself on the bed with both hands. Modesty compelled her to shut her thighs tight together.
Spencer sat down on the bed, watching her. It seemed to her they were taking a breather.
Monica asked him,
"Why did you do that?"
She put her arms over her lap and motioned with her head towards the wall, against which he had eaten her out. He said, in a casual manner,
"I wish I had done it sooner. You taste great"
Monica struggled to control her fluttering emotions. Spencer licked his lips and went on narrating how she tasted, like he had just sampled a dip.
"...pineapple. And now I know why your romance novels keep using the adjective 'spicy'. It's..."
She blushed.
"Dr. Reid!"
"What?"
"You... it's not like you to say all this"
He almost laughed.
"If you could hear the thoughts in my head when I look at you, you would run away from me"
'Au contraire', Monica thought.
She wanted to know every feeling that transpired through that great mind. She wanted to be so close to him that the world couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
Running her hand against the front of his shirt, she tried to undress him. Spencer held her wrist and shook his head. She smiled anyway and tried to kiss him. He wouldn't let her.
Monica asked, a frown etched on her forehead,
"What is going on?"
Spencer said,
"I'm keeping my clothes on"
"But... then I'll be the only one naked"
"Works for me"
Before she could argue any further, he leaned forward and put his mouth on her throat. Monica closed her eyes, sighing in pleasure. Engulfed by his arms, she felt her head resting against the pillow as he lay her down. She turned her neck whichever way his kisses demanded. Spencer kissed the nook between her neck and shoulder blade, making her toes curl.
'Now we're getting there'
This was familiar, satisfying as always. Monica lay compliant as he kissed her neck and shoulders.
Spencer burrowed his face in her breasts. His hand slipped under Monica's waist, gliding up her spine, making her arch. He undid the hook of her bra and peeled it off her. She moved against the silken sheets, wanting the softness of Spencer's hands and mouth on her skin more than anything else. He obliged her by stroking her breasts. Reverently, he cupped and kissed them. Monica groaned when he licked the hard tips. Nibbling on one a bit, he took the right one in his mouth and suckled. Perhaps it was due to the abnormally long period of abstinence, but he had gotten surprisingly better at foreplay.
"Oh..."
She held his head in place lest he stray. Spencer released her nipple from his mouth, wet and taut, with a plop. She stroked his neck as his soft lips descended on her left breast. Monica purred.
"I like that, Spencer"
Her hands passed over his shoulders, down his arms. She bunched the fabric of his shirt in her hands, detesting its presence. Spencer reached upwards to kiss her scarred arm. She smiled and pulled him closer by the belt hoops on his pants, between her legs. He resisted her advances, still holding her knees apart. Staring into her eyes, Spencer moved down and licked her wet lips. A titillating shiver ran down her core at the touch of his tongue. Monica drew his head back up over her chest, holding his face in both hands. He turned his face down and began laying kisses all over her abdomen. He nipped at her waist, making her gasp. When he reached up again, Monica could sense the heat emanating from him below. She eagerly coiled her legs around his waist, pulling him in.
He was so hard. She could feel it right against her own heat. If only his bloody pants weren't in the way...
She reached for his belt buckle but he held her wrist down.
"Spencer..."
"Not tonight"
Her voice rose. She cringed on hearing herself sound so impatient.
"What do you mean not tonight?"
"It means no. Why don't you lie down and let me..."
Monica sat up. She demanded to know.
"Have you lost your mind? Is this part of your torture technique?"
"What's the big deal? I took care of you, didn't I?"
His flippancy incensed her to no limit.
"Are you serious right now?!"
He gave her a nod.
"Yeah"
"What about that thing... just... just flaming inside your pants? You're going to sleep on that?"
He said,
"There are other ways I can take care of it"
Her eyebrows rose. She spoke in a dangerous tone.
"You're going to masturbate while I'm willing and naked in bed with you?"
She hoped he was kidding. His expression was so sincere though.
"I am sorry, Monica. I don't feel like it tonight"
"What do you mean you don't feel it?! Hell, I can feel it!"
He took her hand off his crotch. She stared in disbelief as he stroked the back of her head with genuine affection.
"I know. But I'm not in the mood tonight"
Desperate, she adopted another tactic.
"But darling, we might not get this kind of privacy again any soon. Tomorrow, Veronica will be up at the first sign of sunlight and our day will begin. You come home late and I have to go to bed early to wake up in time for work"
Monica got on her knees and sidled up to him, pressing her breasts against him.
"Come, Spencer. Don't deny me something I love so much"
He said,
"One night won't hurt you"
She exclaimed,
"If you're trying to punish me for the treasure hunt, it's working, okay? In my defence, it was just harmless fun. It took you less than fifteen minutes, for Pete's sakes!"
When he wouldn't give, Monica put her arms around his neck. She crooned.
"Do you want me to say I am sorry?"
"No"
Dreading the idea before she even said it aloud, Monica asked,
"Do you... do you want to do it in the butt?"
He made a face.
"What? No!"
"Then whyyyy?", she shook him, "Come on! I'll be on top if you want. I'll do all the work. You just sit back and enjoy!"
Was his heart made of stone? Monica sure had begun to think so. They seemed to be at a stalemate, until Spencer said,
"We can do what you want. But first, you're going to have to tell me what book the following quote is from"
Here we go. She had known this would happen. Monica said with exasperation,
"I'm not the one with an eidetic memory"
"Oh this one should be easy for you. Do you want to hear it?"
If she had known he could be such a tease...
"Sure", Monica said, obliging him.
Spencer quoted Jane Austen.
"Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant"
Smiling, she was pulled into him by his hands on her waist. She buried her face in his shoulder, letting him fondle her nude behind with his hand. He had recited those lines with such meaning.
Of course he wasn't going to sexually deprive her, it was him.
Spencer asked,
"Do you want to make a guess?"
Monica turned to kiss his neck, then his ear. She whispered against it -
"Persuasion"
"That is correct"
"Do I get the coveted D now?"
A bemused sound escaped his mouth. Monica watched Spencer shake his head in vain, biting back a smile. He looked at her face, looking more like the friend she had made in the library over a year ago.
"My little skit", he explained, "...was to get back at you for the treasure hunt"
"I gathered as much"
Spencer talked as if he were confiding in her.
"I didn't mean that stuff about me not being in the mood. Truth be told, I have been stalling. When you took off the nightgown, I pretty much... let go there. Right then"
Like a patient listener, she let him talk.
"I would never deny you anything you wanted. You know that, right?"
"Yeah"
"That was just me, pretending to be authoritative"
Spencer asked, the side of his mouth quirking in a smile,
"Did you like my dominant side?"
"Not so much", she said, "Hell, Dirty Harry is better than Dirty Spencer"
"We are not calling me that"
She grinned.
"We so are"
Her amusement faded when his attention was recaptured by her naked chest. She watched his hands mapping the curves on her body. Spencer spoke softly, like they were sharing a secret.
"Do you know what has been the hardest thing for me tonight?", he added, "Other than stopping myself from... entering you"
She shook her head no. Spencer's fingers drifted into her hair. He looked into her eyes with genuine remorse.
"Not kissing you", he said.
Overawed, Monica heard her own voice come out in a solemn whisper.
"I love you", she said.
"I love you too. You have no idea how much", he held her by the arms, "My god, you have no idea"
He laid her down in bed on her side, doing the same himself and watching her. She waited on one breath as he cupped her face. With torturous deliberation, their lips met. Fire crackled in their hearts, ready to combust at a moment's notice. They shuddered at the touch, clasping one other tight.

Monica lay next to him, passing her hands over his bare shoulders. The slope of his back, the lean muscles in it, his skin - she wanted every inch of him. Spencer went on kissing her mouth, sharing with her her own taste. His teeth grazed against her lower lip as he gave it a little nip. She kissed him with hunger, holding onto him. He toppled her without breaking away from the kiss. As Monica felt him lift her leg over his shoulder, her mouth curved upwards into a smile. He eased against her entrance. His own mouth was still warm against hers. Spencer asked, his voice raspy with arousal,
"May I?"
"Yes, please"
He guided himself into her. Slow, gentle, like he feared she would break. One delicious stroke and he was inside her.
"Yes", she gasped.
Monica ached all over, wanting him to move. When Spencer did move, she yelped.
He was going deeper than ever with each push. Hard, unrestrained. Thank goodness he understood the difference between "harder" and "faster". It was divine.
Her whole body propelled backwards with the impact of his deep thrusts. She gasped and moaned louder than ever before, urging him on. Spencer moved inside her so, he grind against her clitoris with each thrust. Monica's head lolled back in pleasure.
"Spencer..."
Every molecule of her being was responding to his loving. He went slow but steady, invading her deeper and deeper. It was the most intoxicating thing she knew. Spencer inside her, throbbing, moving. A droplet of sweat fell from his forehead onto her abdomen. Monica sucked in a breath at its touch. It trickled down her skin into her navel. She was almost delirious, heading to her rapture.
"Monica...", he breathed her name, "Monica"
He kept holding her leg over his shoulder. Monica contorted herself around him, wanting to return the pleasure he was bringing her. She tightened further. His groan sounded almost painful.
"Oh god..."
Like fireworks, her pleasure exploded where their bodies were joined together.
"Ah!", Monica cried.
It consumed her. Rushing to her head, not sparing even the tiny spaces between her toes.
Her body seemed heavier and hotter as her orgasm rattled her underneath him. Monica arched helplessly into Spencer, crying his name and quivering. She drew her legs together to try to rein her merciless climax in. But her pleasure was almost an entity, as it clamped itself between her legs, refusing to let go.
"Monica... holy..."
Her eyes opened as Spencer's face struck her chest. He lay on top of her, grinding into her, jerking forward.
"Ah. Ahh..."
His cries were muffled by her breast. Spencer held her tight, coming inside her still. Monica's chest heaved against his mouth as her breathing returned to normal. She held him against herself. It tickled where the softness of his wavy hair met her skin. The damp heat from his mouth against her breast, the heady aroma of their sweat and arousal, the weight of his body on top of hers - she had no idea what she had ever done to deserve this. Him.

"That was..."
Spencer raised his head, looking at her, panting.
"That was... oh fuck. I can't think right now"
He rolled off her and lay on the bed, as Monica grinned. He asked,
"Did I just say fuck?"
That did it. She laughed without a sound and turned to him on her side. Her arm draped itself over his hard chest. Spencer wondered aloud.
"How the hell did we survive 64 days without this?"
Monica smiled and said,
"Be damned if I know"
"Me too"
After a moment, he turned his face to hers. He asked,
"What time do you have to go to work tomorrow?"
"Not until noon"
"Perfect"
Spencer got out of the bed and put on his pants again. She asked, annoyed at the loss of his touch,
"Where are you going?"
"To the kitchen. I'm making coffee for us"
Though she knew, Monica asked,
"Why?"
Her handsome boyfriend, looking dangerously sexy wearing his trousers and no shirt, gave her a smirk. He said,
"Because I have an unexplainable desire right now to make sure you walk funny tomorrow"
Raising a brow, she appraised him. In an instant, he reverted.
"That is, if that's what you want", he said, shrugging, "Or if you don't, we can just talk"
"If you think that we are just going to lie together in bed chastely tonight, like a pair of Amish sisters, you are a doodiehead"
Spencer nodded, grinning.
"I'll go get the coffee then"
"Good"
She turned away as he moved to walk out of the room. But he came back to her instead and kissed her on the mouth, withdrawing from her with a timid expression.
"For until I get back", he smiled.
Monica lay there staring after his receding figure. With a groan of renewed arousal, she rolled over and hid her face into the pillow.

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