The Zero Hour
Reid and Prentiss
February 2011
Note- This is a T rated story that has sex involved but there will be no graphic scenes. Thank you for reading and reviewing.
Chapter Five
Spencer had a gut feeling that it was a bad idea to let Emily use sex to avoid answering his questions about if she had a stalker but it was proving extremely hard to listen to his gut when another part of his body wanted to be in full control.
He sat at the table in her hotel room, chess game forgotten, and watched as she stripped off her clothes. As she got down to her panties, her dark eyes teasing him, she said "Its rude to not reciprocate. Don't leave me hanging."
He swallowed hard. "This is definitely against the frat rules. Its written on page eleven, paragraph three: When in the field conducting an investigation..." Oh, God, he thought as she slipped off the panties. Her body is beyond gorgeous "team members of the same or opposite sex should not engage in any conduct that would distract from the purpose and intent of the field operation."
"I'm not distracted, not yet at least." Emily sauntered over to Reid.
His hands pressed up and down his thighs, as he wiped sweat on his pants, while she inched ever closer.
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His dark eyes were locked on her, encouraging her, even as his mouth mumbled something about frat rules. The way his pupils were dilated, his breathing more shallow, his tongue stroking over his lips to wet them, all screamed he was getting turned on.
Her eyes raked down his body- he was way over dressed in a sweater vest, a shirt, and slacks- and then back up to his eyes.
She hadn't quite made it to the table yet when he sprung from his seat and took her into his arms, slamming his mouth down on hers. They started to kiss frantically, desperately, with no finesse as she moved backwards toward the bed and, at the same time, started to rip off his belt.
Emily fell onto the bed and pulled Reid down with her. Reid's hand slid down her body, as he sucked and bit at her neck gently, and right then she felt all the tension in her over Ian Doyle escaping from prison with a vendetta against her fly away and be replaced by excitement over being with this sexy younger guy who made love with a fierce determination to please.
A woman could get used to this.
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He was mesmerized by the way she glowed after sex. Reid figured he was supposed to jump up and leave, like she had left his place the first night they were together, but he was too busy studying her to move a muscle right now.
Emily lay on her back, arm thrown over her eyes, breathing shallowly, her body flushed pink. He was propped on his arm laying on his side next to her. Taking a single finger he ran it from right under her ear, down her jaw, over her throat, between her breasts, over her ribs and then circled her belly button. His stroke was very slow.
He wondered how other people did this kind of stuff and it didn't mess up their lives? How they could casually hook up and then not fall for the person. It seemed impossible to think people really lived that way but he knew, of course, plenty of people did.
Reid was pretty sure he couldn't ever be one of them. Being so intimate with someone just made him feel for her...want to protect her, want to be all she wanted, want the good times to go on and outweigh the bad, want it to last long enough to temper some of his pain and ease some of hers, though it never did.
Being near her like this- smelling her, tasting her, being inside of her, being trusted by her, seeing her at her most vulnerable- it was a recipe for him to fall good and hard for her. Which would sure be a mess if all she wanted was simple, stress relief sex.
Reid kissed Emily's shoulder. She opened her eyes and turned her head, meeting his gaze, holding it for a long moment.
"Roll onto your stomach," she told him.
His eyebrows raised. "Um, why?" he asked, suspiciously.
She smiled lazily at him. "Oh, I'm disappointed. I thought you trust me. Pity. You would have loved what I had in mind."
"Would you like to place a wager on that?"
She chuckled. "Sure, if you're looking to make a sucker's bet. How much would you like to lose to me tonight? Lets not make it cash. You can do my paperwork for a month."
"It would probably take me just one afternoon to finish what you do in a month."
She smiled brightly. "Reid, you are such a jerk sometimes, do you know that?"
"Yeah," he joked before rolling on his stomach. He was shy about his body. He thought he was too tall, too slight, too gawky, too bony, had too many scars and not enough manly hair on his chest. It was one thing when they were having sex and his focus was completely on pleasing her but now was different.
He wondered what Emily thought of his body.
She straddled his back and began to give him a slow, sensual rub down, kissing from his neck down to his thighs between massaging him and caressing his back with her chest. She was right. He did like it. He wouldn't mind doing her paperwork for a month but in that month's time he'd like to get more of these massages.
But he knew it was foolhardy to think he could predict what would go down. Each day on this job taught him that tommorow was not promised anyone and it would more than likely only bring hell to his doorstep if it should come anyway.
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She loved the sounds of his moans. There was just something extra kinky about Dr. Spencer Reid, so staid unless he was quoting statistics or talking about Halloween, letting out sounds of pleasure.
Emily leaned over his back and whispered into his ear. "So hot."
Her fingers walked down his arms and back up again before she rolled off him and onto her side, as he did the same, and they shared a slow, tongue tangling kiss. Every kiss from him made her whole body go on red alert. She hadn't been kissed like he kisses ever. He was firm, strong, dedicated to the act and to making it pleasurable for her most of all. She felt taken care of, something she rarely if ever allowed anyone to do for her.
Slowly they broke the kiss.
"I guess," Reid said "I better go."
"I guess."
"Unless..."
She held her breath.
He finished "You've changed your mind about telling me who's stalking you."
Emily let out the breath she was holding and deflated. "Night."
He slipped from bed, dressed in silence and left. Emily got up and put the latch on the door and then took the gun to put on the night stand before she crawled into the bed again, burrowing beneath the blanket and deeply inhaling the scent of sex and Reid.
She prayed she could sleep tonight without nightmares. Comfort sex with Reid always felt like the perfect escape from her fears but once Reid was gone again all those fears crept back in, and she was left to wonder why she didn't just ask him if they could spend a whole night together.
After asking him for sex twice, why was asking to sleep in his arms so damn hard?