Author's Note: Thank you all so very much for the reviews for last chapter!

There was no prompt for this chapter, just the title. However, just to warn you...I did have to bump it up to an 'M' rating in order to move the story along.

I hope you're reading dustytiger's Matters of the Universe...I am, and I love it!

I hope you enjoy this chapter!

~Angie

In his entire stint with the BAU, Spencer Reid had never had so many cases in such a short period of time. Before he'd even made it to Emily's apartment, his phone had rung and he'd been called back to Quantico. He wasn't one to believe in fate; he was much too logical for such a thing. Having said that, he couldn't help but think that if there were fates, they were doing their level best to sabotage any chance of him and Emily spending time alone. Well, the damn fates (that didn't exist, of course,) were going to lose. Obviously they didn't realize he was from Vegas, and Spencer Reid knew how to stack a deck in his favor.

Aaron Hotchner knew his team needed a break. It was day six of their third grisly case in a row, and it seemed to be getting to them—even Rossi, who was like a machine most of the time. Murdered teenage girls could do that to even the most seasoned of agents.

"There's nothing else we can do until we get another body," he reasoned aloud, looking at his watch. "It's eight-thirty. Let's call it an early night and head back to the hotel."

"Hotch, we could be—"

"Morgan…you guys are beat. I want you to go back to the hotel," Hotch commanded.

One of the things that sucked about small towns was that if there was something going on while you were there, hotel rooms were not plentiful. In such cases, Reid was put up with Derek Morgan, Snoring Extraordinaire. How Hotch expected him to get any rest under these conditions, Reid had no idea. The drug store down the street must have some ear plugs. He'd take a walk down and see. It was his only hope for rest tonight. At least...that had been the plan. But then he'd walked out into the hallway, and Emily was there. "Hey," he said, pleasantly surprised.

"Hey," she returned. "What are you doing?"

Reid grinned. "I'm headed down to the drug store I saw on the corner. Derek sounds like a foghorn when he's sleeping, so…if I don't fall asleep first…I don't fall asleep."

Emily laughed. "Well, you know Derek—he doesn't do anything halfway. His snore would have to be loud and proud."

Reid chuckled at her assessment of their fellow agent.

"Do you want some company?" she asked with a smile.

Reid nodded. "I'd like that," he told her.

"Let me just grab my coat."

As it turned out, they did have ear plugs, so Reid would get his sleep tonight. As they walked back into the lobby of their hotel, Emily grinned. "So…I never did get that dance," she reminded him.

"Tell me about it," Reid commented dryly.

"Why, Dr. Reid. You said you wanted to take things slow. Are you getting a bit frustrated?" she asked in a teasing tone.

"More than a bit, Emily," he admitted.

She grinned at him. "Let's go into the bar," she suggested.

"There's a bar here?" Reid asked, looking around.

She grinned. "Follow the music."

"You know I don't really dance, right?" Reid asked. "Slow or otherwise?"

"What if I promise to make it worth your while," she coaxed.

"I—" He was interrupted by the ringing of his phone; he answered instinctively, immediately regretting it.

"Hey," Morgan said. "Where are you? Don't you know there's a crazed murderer on the loose?"

"Heading into the bar," he answered. "And seeing as I'm not a teenage girl, I should be fairly safe."

"Are you heading into the bar alone?" Derek asked.

"Emily is with me."

"Oh, good," Morgan said. "Seaver and I are on our way."

"But—"

"See you in a few."

With a sigh, Reid disconnected the call.

"What's wrong?" Emily asked.

"Morgan and Seaver are on their way down."

"Oh," Emily said, noticeably disappointed. "Well, we'll just have to make the most of it," she said as they walked into the dimly lit space.

"There's a table," Reid said, pointing.

"I have a better idea," Emily said, taking his hand and leading him to the booth nearest the back of the bar.

Reid frowned as he slid into the side opposite her. "This is a better idea?" he asked.

She grinned at him. "At least we'll have a little bit of privacy," she reasoned.

Reid cleared is throat. "Have you met Morgan and Seaver?" he asked.

She laughed. "Well, a girl can dream."

She'd leaned up against him for most of their walk, her scent teasing his nostrils with its sweetness. The warmth from her body had nearly made him shiver; the soft skin of her hand had felt right as her fingers laced with his. All of those things had probably contributed to Spencer Reid's current state of uncomfortable arousal. His corduroys had fit just fine when he'd left the hotel room. Enter Emily Prentiss, and he suddenly went up a size.

"Oh, I love this song," Ashley said animatedly.

"Seaver," Derek said dryly. "Do you wanna dance?"

She grinned. "Love to!"

Emily's eyes narrowed as the two walked away. "I thought they didn't like each other."

"Ashley and Derek don't like each other," Reid clarified. "But Agent Seaver and Agent Morgan seem to get along all right when we're on the road."

"What's the difference?" Emily asked.

"Ash is much more professional in the field, and Derek respects that." Reid grinned. "It probably doesn't hurt that she once took down an UnSub with a gun aimed at his un-Kevlared chest, either."

Emily grinned. "No. I suppose that doesn't hurt." She leaned out of the booth and looked towards the dance floor. "So…how long before they're back, do you think?" she mused.

"At least until this song is over," Reid said. "Possibly longer. They both love to dance."

Emily nodded. "Three and a half minutes at least, then," she deduced. "That should be enough time."

Reid frowned. "Enough time for what?" he asked.

Instead of answering, she lifted a brow, and then disappeared beneath the table. The next time he saw her face, she was looking up at him from between his legs.

"Emily!" he hissed, looking around. "What are you doing?"

"Making it worth your while," she answered in a low voice.

"But—"

"Reid," she said, not looking at him, but instead the belt she was undoing. "I have this CD in my car. This song is only three and a half minutes long, and I really want to make the most of it."

If she was about to do what he thought she was about to do, it was only going to take him half that time to get off.

Once his belt was unbuckled, she had the crotch of his pants separated in no time. She pulled his boxers down so his erection sprung free, and immediately used the tip of her tongue to tease the slit at the tip of his cock. Reid yelped, and as his hips bucked up off the seat, Emily's head hit the bottom of the table.

"Sorry," he said in a strangled voice.

Apparently she hadn't noticed, because her lips closed around him, her head bobbing up and down as she took a little more of him with each journey down his length. The things she was doing with her tongue while she was sucking with her lips were driving him crazy, and as his eyelids slid shut, he had to coach himself to remain seated in the booth. "Emily," he grunted, reaching for the back of her head. He hissed as he tugged on a handful of her black locks.

His lap was hit with a breeze of cool air as her mouth disappeared, and his eyes opened objectionably.

"Slow, Dr. Reid," she taunted. "Is that what you said you wanted?"

"I changed my mind!" he informed her.

With a saucy grin, she returned to her task; the way she was moaning and groaning sounded like she was the one on the receiving end of this bliss. "Emily," Reid said in a warning tone just as he burst inside of her mouth.

Instead of pulling away, she sucked harder, and the whimpering sounds she was making, along with the lapping noises, made it clear she liked it. With a satisfied sigh she pulled away, and returned to her side of the booth. "Here come Seaver and Morgan," she informed him in a calm tone.

Reid fumbled with the button and belt on his pants, and then proceeded to sit up straight as if Emily hadn't just made him see stars. He hoped to stop gasping for air any second now.

He'd assumed it would that heavy breathing, or perhaps his red cheeks that tipped his teammates off, but that wasn't the case.

Derek gave him a suspicious sideways glance as he sat down next to him. "Dude," he said out of the side of his mouth. "You might want to zip your fly up."

He quickly reached for his zipper.

Spencer Reid wasn't normally such a carnal man, but it was clear he was going to have to take Emily Prentiss to bed...and the sooner the better!