Note-This chapter is sexy but I'm attempting to stay in the T rating. Still there is a warning for younger readers that this chapter contains a love scene and adult language.

The Zero Hour

Reid and Prentiss

January 2011

Chapter Two

In that uncertain interlude between when she had first kissed him- throwing herself on him just after he had opened his door- and the moment when his head dipped and he had kissed her for a second time, Emily Prentiss had feared she was about to be rejected.

How foolish and ridiculous she would have felt if Reid had sent her away.

Tonight she was moving on pure adrenaline. Jacked up on fear, thinking of the past and a man with a vendetta against her. Ian Doyle wanted her dead at all costs. As much as she knew about stopping killers it still might not be enough to save her own life.

Right at this moment she was still alive though. She could still fear, still touch, still need, still tenderly give, greedily take, kiss a man she never had before. She could still feel and, my God, was she on overload with new, amazing sensations at the moment.

Spencer Reid kissed with a tenderness but also confidence, as if he was leading her, rather than being led. Small, soft exploratory kisses led to longer, deeper, wetter ones as she jerked out of her coat, barely breaking away from him for a second, and he pushed closed the door, before they fell into each other's arms again, getting lost in this new agreement between them that they could have this, have each other- at least for tonight.

She needed this so desperately. To be out of control. To feel completely alive. To get lost in a heart pounding moment so intense that it muted her fears and worries, filled her with hot, throbbing desire to replace all the cold numbness that had invaded her the moment she realized that a killer was coming for her.

She needed him- needed Reid more than anyone else tonight- and he was giving her all that she needed.

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Damn, could she kiss.

Emily kissed with a passion unrestrained. Whereas Reid was firm, quiet and focused, she was wild, loud and sensual. She tugged on his hair, moaned into his mouth, jerked his shirt out of his pants with a rough tug.

Yet she didn't try to take the lead. And he was glad for that.

Spencer might not have as much experience as most men his age but when he had sex he did it ardently, almost as if he had something to prove to his partner and himself about how he wasn't in over his head.

But, good God, was he ever in over his head tonight. Emily's kisses were intoxicating. He needed another and another, barely pausing to gasp in a shaky breath between them, and her hands were everywhere on him. Before he knew it half his clothes were off and so were hers.

He lifted her up and quickly pressed her against his door. She let out a gasp, her face flushed, when her back hit the wood. He nipped at her shoulder and collarbone, one arm wrapped around her waist, and then closed his hand over her ripe, pert breast. He kissed up to her ear, nibbled the lobe and then licked gently at the soft fleshy spot underneath it, dragging mewing sounds out of her.

If he was going to do this, then he was going to make sure that she enjoyed it. He was going to worship her body and give her all the tenderness that she was craving. This gorgeous woman seemed to believe he was the man that could give her the comfort and stress release that she needed right now and he intended to prove her right.

Reid was a big time over achiever so his aim was to go way above and beyond what she was expecting. To be a very attentive and giving lover. With Emily, he found that he was enjoying sex in a way that he hadn't in quite a long time.

He'd never been with a woman so damn sexy before.

What was Emily Prentiss doing to his life? Once was not going to be enough but since he didn't know if they had more than tonight to be together like this- if she'd want more, if it would be wise- he would just have to make tonight last as long as he could.

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She was surprised by how strong he was, how he controlled things.

He lifted her away from the door, their lips joined, turned them around and set her down again. Kissing more, eager to discover every hidden crevice of each other's mouths, their lips stayed joined as they started to stumble towards the bedroom, her hands frantically working to strip him of his belt all the while.

Soon her knees hit the bed and she went down, propped on her elbows. He lifted her foot and removed each shoe, as she watched him intently. There was something so much more intense about him tonight than she had ever seen before. An intimacy swirled around them, convincing her this wasn't a mistake.

Emily had the feeling that she could back out at any time and he wouldn't get pissed, and yet he knew and she knew that neither of them were backing out tonight.

As his hands moved to her pants she lifted her hips and he stripped her of them. Moving back up her body his mouth closed around her breast. She cried out in pleasure, grasping at his back, digging her nails into his skin.

When his mouth moved down, kissing along her ribs and stomach, he quietly joked, as his hands spread her legs, "Would you like to know the percentage of woman who can only climax from clitoral stimulation?"

Laughter bubbled deep in her as she chuckled, throwing back her head. "Shut up with that."

He obliged her. They had plenty to keep them busy without talking about statistics.