A/n Warnings for language and sexual content which I kept as non graphic as I could to keep the T rating.
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December 31st
Spencer Reid stood in the middle of his small kitchen. He surveyed the damage done by his attempts at cooking. There was flour everywhere, in his hair, on his clothes, and all over the counter tops. Pots and pans, and other cooking implements lay scattered and dirty. Everything he tried to prepare was either half raw, or burned to a crisp.
Okay genius, let's go over it again. Why did we decide that cooking for Jennifer was a good idea? Oh that's right you want to impress her, and get laid tonight.
"Hey, this is the woman I love we're talking about, so stop with smart ass remarks," He told himself. Wait isn't talking to oneself a bad thing, considering the mental health history of his family.
Come on Spencer, you're not disturbed so stop with the excuses, and let's revisit why the kitchen looks like Martha Stewart on a really bad day, exploded all over it.
"Oh come on it's not that bad, I can fix it."
Right, sure you can, but she's going to be here any minute, you don't have time to-
His doorbell buzzed, and he frantically tried to brush the flour out of his hair, and off his face. It rang again as he brushed at his clothes. He walked as calmly as he could to the door, and opened it.
"Hi Spence-"
She stopped mid sentence, and stared at him as if he grown a second head. She walked in the apartment, and shut the door. Reaching up to touch his hair she said.
"Is that flour?"
Nice job, quick think of something clever, you were working on an experiment to recreate-
"Spencer Reid, what have you been up to?"
"Why nothing my love, it's so good to see you, I missed you so much." He leaned down to kiss her, and she pushed one small finger into his chest keeping his lips away from hers.
"No way lover boy, no kiss for you, till you tell me why you're covered in flour." She walked toward the kitchen.
"Hey Jen, come sit down tell me about your trip back. Was the flight ok?" He stepped in front of her, blocking her view of the kitchen
"Move it buster." Her tone reminded him of something Morgan once said about dating a federal agent.
Never mess with a woman who carries a gun.
He stepped aside and followed her. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the mess. She turned around, and had to bite down hard on the sarcastic remark she'd wanted to make when she saw his face. He'd flushed crimson, and looked absolutely miserable.
"Did you do all this for me Spence?"
He nodded miserably. She stepped up to him, and took his face in her hands. She kissed him and said,. "Thank you, it was very sweet for you to try."
"Yeah...but there's nothing edible, and I wanted this evening to be prefect for you."
"Babe, you don't have to go to any trouble for me, I just want to be with you. I don't care what we do...or what we eat."
"Do you really mean that Jen?"
"Of course I do...now wipe that look off your face, and smile for me." He smiled, but he still felt stupid for even trying.
"It's no big deal we'll just order pizza," She said, "You call them, and I'll get to work on this mess."
"No way Jen, you just got off a plane you must be tired and-"
"Don't be silly, it's New Year's Eve, it'll take them at least an hour to deliver the pizza so we might as well stay busy."
He called in their order, and sure enough, he was told it would be an hour for delivery. He then helped her clean up, and wash everything that couldn't go in the dishwasher. She helped him get the worst of the flour out of his hair, and off his face. That was the best part of the evening so far. She pushed him down in a chair, and began to brush her fingers through his hair.
You see, dinner might not have worked out, but she's got her hands in my hair, and touching my face, so who's the genius now?
Yeah, yeah don't break your arm patting yourself on the back big boy, the night is young, and there are many ways you could still mess up the plan.
What, did you say something, I missed that last remark, I'm too busy enjoying the smell of her, and the way her breath feels on my face-
"Spencer, are you awake?"
"Ah…sorry did you say something?"
"Yes, I said that's the best I can do"
"Oh, well thank you." She was staring at him questioningly.
"I ah-I was just wondering how cooking can be so hard. I mean it's only a matter of chemistry right. You add ingredients, and there are certain reactions that happen with the applied heat and-"
He was cut off by the buzzing of the door bell, Saved by the bell, literally.
They decided to eat in front of the TV so they could watch some of the New Years Eve specials that were on. When they were placing the pizza and beer on the coffee table, JJ noticed the brightly colored package lying on one end of the table.
"What's this Spence?"
"Since we didn't officially exchange gifts for Christmas, this is what I got for you."
"Can I open it?"
"Of course, I was going to give it to you after we ate but, you can have it now." He twisted his hands nervously as she tore off the paper.
Inside the rectangular box was necklace. The chain was a delicate gold, and hanging from in also done in gold was an origami fox.
"Oh…Spencer….it's beautiful…thank you, baby. " She threw her arms around him and kissed him.
When they came up for air again he said, "It's an origami fox, its good luck. Foxes were supposed to be the messengers of Inari the Shinto God of rice."
"Well I love it, would you help me put it on please." She turned so he could put it around her neck. She gathered her hair up out of the way.
Fortune favors the bold. He thought and leaned in to plant a kiss on the back of her neck, which was smooth, white, and warm to the touch.
"Hmm…that's nice Spence, but don't start, I'm hungry."
He seems to be getting over his shyness; this could be an interesting night.
They were watching the ball drop in Times Square when JJ fell asleep with her head on his shoulder. This he'd discovered when he turned to kiss her at midnight. She looked so peaceful that he didn't have the heart to wake her up. He got up as quietly as he could, and moved her into a sleeping position on the couch. He pulled off her shoes, and then reached up to pull the throw blanket down over her. He kissed her fore head before heading off to bed himself.
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It was pitch black, and silent when JJ woke up. For a moment she forgot where she was, and then she remembered.
Right its New Years, and I'm at Spence's place. Wait, where is he anyway?
She realized she was lying on the couch, alone. She sat up, and slid over to the end of the couch where the floor lamp was; she stood up, and switched it on. The light blinded her, and she stood squinting for a while, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the light. Looking towards the clock on the wall, she saw it was just after two am. Turning around she went down the hall to Spencer's bedroom. She turned on one of the hallway lights, and noticed the door was open.
Looks like an invitation to me!
She entered softly, and saw that he was lying on his side with his face to the door. In the half light from the hall he looked like an angel from a renaissance painting. His hair was a little mussed from sleep...and his long eyelashes rested delicately on his cheeks. His face was more serene than she'd ever seen it...all the worry and care smoothed away. Her heart began to race at the sight before her...and she could hardly breathe. How was it possible that someone so beautiful was so lacking in ego? Then the spell was broken as he murmured a little in his sleep, and turned over on his back, his face in shadow.
She stripped down to nothing, and stepped around to the other side of his bed. She climbed into the bed, and was pleasantly surprised to find he slept in the nude. He whimpered, and woke with a start when she touched him. He was stunned to see her there, staring at him with those beautiful blue eyes. Her golden hair spilled over her shoulders. His eyes moved down, and he flushed at the sight of her naked body so close to his.
"Jen...what are-" his voice shook so hard he could hardly speak. His body's reactions began to interfere with rational thought.
"Shh…its okay baby." She leaned down, and kissed him very softly at first...her tongue licked over his lips.
"Hmm…" His mouth opened under hers, and their tongues danced together for a while. She moved down his neck with small kisses to the pulse point, where she began to lick and suck. Just the right spot for a love bite. She thought with a smile. He moaned...and fisted his hands in her hair as she moved further down to suck on a bare nipple.
Oh God...no one had ever touched him like she did. His need for her was a fire under his skin.
"JJ please-" He couldn't wait anymore; he needed to be inside of her.
"Just relax Spence...let me do the work."
She moved over to straddle him, joining her body to his. She'd never experienced anything so intimate...and so hot at the same time. Sure she'd had other lovers, but no one she loved like him. She reveled in the sighs...and soft noises he made - the way his body moved under hers - the way he touched...and kissed her...and the loud cry he made at the ultimate moment. Her own body's reactions were greater than they'd ever been before - she knew she never wanted to be anywhere else ever again without him. She also knew she would never forget this night for as long as she lived.
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The sun was bright, and high in the sky when he woke the next morning. The bedside clock read eleven-twenty seven. He groaned, only a few hours had passed since they'd finally fallen into exhausted sleep. He still couldn't believe it...a beautiful and sweet girl lay sleeping with her head on his chest. He couldn't work out how it had all come about, but did it really matter. She was there, and it had been wonderful with her. How was he going to live without waking up with her every morning? They had today...but what about tomorrow. Nothing changed the fact that she lived, and worked in another city. What were they going to do?
As if she heard his thoughts, JJ lifted her head off his chest, and looked at him with the eyes he loved, and said softly.
"It's going to be okay my angel...I love you and that will never change - no matter how much distance separates us."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she slapped him playfully on the shoulder and said, "I'm starved...let's get up and see if there's anything in this place, besides cold pizza and beer for breakfast."
He was suitably impressed when she found enough egg,s and cheese for a pair of very nice omelets. There was coffee, and yes there was cold pizza, which JJ ate along with the omelet much to Spencer's disgusted surprise.
"Oh man...you didn't even warm it up before you ate it."
"Come on - haven't you ever had cold pizza for breakfast, besides you wore me ou,t and I'm starved," She said with lascivious wink. "Anyway, it's almost noon so this really qualifies as lunch - does that make it less gross for you?"
"No!" He stated emphatically.
"Have you ever tried it?"
"No!"
"Then don't knock it till you do."
He looked so adorable when he was disgusted; in fact he looked adorable in just about any mood. She got up from her chair, and deposited her self in his lap. Leaning down she whispered a suggestion in his ear.
He went purple and said, "Isn't that physically impossible."
"Well...I don't know...but I'm up for trying if you are."
She got up, and sashayed down the hall. He followed because she was so damn sexy, wearing one of his old tee shirts that hit her about mid thigh, and nothing else, in fact watching her move around his kitchen to cook dressed that way, had nearly given him a stroke, so he followed her back to his bed. When it came time for her to finally get up, shower and get dressed to leave, he became very quiet again.
"Spence...what's wrong sweetheart?"
He was standing by the window, staring out at the sunset, when she'd come out of the bathroom, and for a long time he didn't answer her. She walked over, and put her arms around him from behind.
"Do you think were moving to fast, Jen?" He asked her.
"No, what makes you say that?"
"I don't want you to leave. I want to be with you always...every day...waking up beside you...going to sleep beside you. Making love to you when ever we want to, or just talking to you. All the things other couples do."
"What are you saying Spencer?" She hoped this wasn't a proposal; she wasn't ready for that yet.
"I'm saying I want to live with you - let's find a place between Quantico and Washington DC. A little rental house or condo, I don't care...as long as I can come home to you every night.
She was silent for so long, that he was afraid she was angry. He turned around, and saw she was crying.
"Hey...what's wrong...what did I say?"
"Nothing's wrong - every thing is right...I didn't want to go back to the way things were...so yes I'll live with you. We'll start looking for some thing this weekend, if you're not off on a case."
He groaned, remembering he had to go back to work in the morning.
"Don't worry babe, working for the Director has its perks, as in guaranteed weekends off unless something extraordinary happens. I'll start looking if you can't be here, okay."
His face brightened considerably, and he said, "Okay, but if I'm not here, send me pictures on my phone before you decide anything."
"Well of course, we'll look at any good possibilities together Spence."
"I know, but if you find a good deal jump on it, don't wait for me."
"Okay babe whatever you want."
She kissed him one last time, and she was gone.