A/N: Hey guys! Thanks so much for the reviews for last chapter. I hope you like this one!

Don't forget to check out dustytigers fic, Matters of the Universe.

~Angie

Reid stubbornly tried to tug the denim higher, but to his dismay, as soon as he let it go it fell until it was resting low on his hips again. The sign on the rack at Abercrombie and Fitch had read 'super low rise jeans,' and it hadn't been kidding!

He hadn't even wanted to get them, hadn't even wanted to go into the store when he'd heard the loud music blaring from two shops down, but Ashley had insisted they were an essential part of his makeover. He figured if he bought them and wore them just this once, then that would be enough to make her happy. And then they could hide in the back of his closet for the rest of time. He just wished he'd purchased a pair of 'super low rise boxers' to go with them.

He pushed the door to the storage room open and then turned the light on. Looking around, he finally spotted what he was looking for…high up on the fourth shelf. Figured. He grabbed the edge of the third shelf, stretched up onto the mounds of his feet, and then waved his hand back and forth trying to grab the cord he couldn't see.

"Do you always match your boxers to your socks?" came an amused voice from behind.

Reid spun around, grabbing his belt loops to jerk his pants up once again. Unfortunately, the computer mouse chose that moment to fall off the fourth shelf, hitting him on the side of the head in the process. "Owww," he muttered, rubbing the assaulted spot.

"You OK?" Prentiss asked concerned.

"Fine," Reid answered, bending over to grab the mouse. When he straightened, Emily had an expansive grin on her face. "What?" he asked self consciously.

"Nothing," she answered in a teasing tone.

He narrowed his gaze accusingly at her.

She shrugged. "I just…I like you in purple," she told him.

Reid looked down at his light brown t-shirt and dark blue jeans in confusion.

"With black stripes," she clarified.

"Oh," Reid said, remembering the boxers he'd put on that morning. Stupid super low rise jeans!

She turned to go and before Reid could stop himself, he gathered up every ounce of courage he had and softly called her name. "Emily?"

She turned around, a small smile on her face. "Yeah?"

"Do you…would you…would you like to go out with me on Friday? If we're not out of town?" he asked.

She grinned at him. "I would like that," she answered.

"Good," he said, returning her grin. "Consider that my phone call."

Emily Prentiss returned to her desk with a huge smile on her face. When Spencer had walked in this morning with his jeans slung low enough on his hips to be considered sexy, she hadn't thought this day could get any better. But when he'd asked her out, she realized that she was wrong. It had improved heaps.

And then Garcia opened her mouth. "We have a case."

With a sigh, Emily grabbed a pen and pad and headed for the conference room.

They'd caught a quick break in the case, having captured their UnSub late Friday evening. Hotch had decided that they'd fly back to Quantico the next morning.

Emily, having had a shower and a change of clothes, realized there was no reason she and Spencer had to cancel their plans. So she grabbed a few bottles from the mini-bar and headed to the room a few doors down. After a single knock, the door opened.

"Oh. Hello," Reid said, clearly surprised to see her.

"Hey," Emily returned, holding up the small bottles of liquor with a smile. "I thought that since we were finished up, there was no reason we couldn't go on with our plans."

"Oh," Reid said. "I'm sorry. Ashley's—"

"Just leaving," the blonde cut in as she appeared at his side with a grin. "Ashley is just leaving. Bye, Spence."

"She's subtle," Reid commented dryly as she walked away.

"I see that," Emily agreed with a laugh.

Reid stood there for a moment, studying her face. "Oh," he said after a minute. "Would you like to come in?"

She nodded and he stepped back, allowing her entrance.

She put one of the bottles down on the table next to her, then looked down as she twisted the top off the other one. "Tequi—"

As she looked up, Reid's hands gripped her upper arms as his lips descended onto hers.

In the split second before his tongue sought hers, Emily saw rampant passion in his eyes, along with a speck of fear as if the feeling was unfamiliar to him. The unforgotten tequila bottle fell to floor, its contents soaking the carpet. She grabbed at his white button up shirt, tugging at the fabric as his tongue melded with hers. She took a step forward to get closer to him at the same time he did, and their bodies crashed together, but neither of them seemed to notice.

His lips moved to the corner of her mouth and across her cheek before they met the soft skin of her neck. His tongue flicked out of his mouth to tease her skin and she didn't bother to try and stifle her groan.

"What color boxers are you wearing?" she rasped.

He wasn't sure why, but her words were like ice water on him. He pulled away and stepped back, blinking rapidly as he started at her, his breath coming in gasps.

Emily Prentiss was way out of his league.

"Spencer?" she said.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea," he told her softly.

"It is." she insisted, taking a step forward and grabbing his hand. She placed it over her racing heart. "Trust me…it is."

Spencer didn't know if it was the look of desire in her eyes or the smudged lipstick on her cheek that had been left behind from his kisses. Either way…it didn't matter. His lips were already on hers again.

A/N: The prompt for this chapter was 'Reid wears purple.'