A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews for last chapter! :)

I hope you're reading dustytiger's Matters of the Universe! I am, and things are certainly heating up with Reid and Emily!

I just want to let you know that I have an idea for an AU story that wouldn't involve the BAU at all. Our favorite agents would have entirely different lives and careers, but before I tackle this, I want to know if it's something you're even interested in. If you'd like to weigh in, feel free to visit my profile and let me know what you think.

Thanks for reading...and as always, enjoy!

~Angie

They weren't exactly on stand down, but Hotch had assured his team they wouldn't be getting called back this weekend. He knew they needed some downtime, and he'd put his foot down with Strauss if he had to to make sure it happened.

Reid had seized the opportunity to invite Emily over for a romantic dinner. Ashley had gone out for the night and assured him that she wouldn't be back before tomorrow afternoon, so he'd eliminated that issue.

He stood in front of the mirror and straightened his light purple bow tie. His black corduroy pants and light gray button up were way more him than the super low rise jeans Ashley had picked out, and though he was incessantly ribbed for his choice of attire, it was important to him that Emily know who he was—without his roommates interference…no matter how well intentioned she may be.

He pulled the gel off the bathroom counter and squeezed a small amount into his palm. Then he rubbed his hands together and ran his fingers through his hair to give it a bit of a messy look. After that, he proceeded to place the locks specifically where he wanted them. A man needed to look good when setting out to seduce a woman—not that it was going to take much in the way of persuasion. Emily seemed as eager as he was to be together. He grinned at the thought.

The house smelled delicious—thank God for Stouffer's frozen lasagna—and it was perfectly cleaned courtesy of Ashley's mild case of OCD.

The doorbell rang at precisely eight p.m., and Reid stopped and took a deep breath before opening the front door. "Emily," he greeted softly.

"Hello, Spencer," she returned in the same tone.

"Please," he invited, stepping to the side. "Come in."

Emily smiled at him as she walked into his apartment.

"Can I take your coat?" he asked, as he closed the door.

"That would be wonderful," she said, reaching for the belt on her knee length trench coat.

Reid watched as the lapels parted, revealing Emily's attire for the evening. His breath caught in his throat. The blue of her coat matched the lingerie she was wearing. The silk material of her cobalt colored top had cream colored lace running along the vee of the low-cut neckline. The lace gathered between her breasts, and then travelled just underneath, causing the silk to pucker perfectly over her chest. The bottoms were low rise panties, and when she turned around, Reid discovered they only hid half her ass.

"Something smells delicious," she complimented just as naturally as if she wasn't standing in the middle of his kitchen two-thirds undressed.

Something looks delicious was the first cheesy line that came to mind, but Reid decided to rein it in. She didn't need to know all of him right away.

"It's the lasagna," he said, springing into action. He hung her coat up on the hook behind the door, and then made his way to her side.

"Oh," she said in surprise. "I could have sworn it was your cologne."

"I…you look…" His voice trailed off as he was unable to find the right words to describe just how she looked.

She couldn't help but grin at him. "Thanks," she said. "You look…, too. Here, let me straighten this for you." She turned to face him and he lifted his chin as she fiddled with his bow tie. "Perfect," she announced with a pat on his chest.

"Thank you," he said in a strangled voice. Did she really expect him to concentrate on anything else while she was parading around his kitchen like a sex float? He wasn't even sure he was going to be able to swallow anything.

"So…should we…eat first?" he asked, not exactly sure what this evening had in store for them. He'd thought he was the one in control, but when she'd shown up wearing that, it was clear who was in charge.

"Oh, yes," she informed him with an amused glint in her eyes. "You're going to need your strength for what I have in mind, Dr. Reid."

Reid nodded dumbly, resisting the urge to kick himself in the ass at his present state of astonishment.

It was hard to concentrate on eating with Emily sitting across from him giving the poorest demonstration of table manners he'd ever seen. First of all, no one came to the dinner table so scantily clad. Second of all, she had her elbows on the table, and with the way her arms were positioned, they were pushing her breasts up and out, making them so plentiful that they were spilling out over the lace trim of her camisole. He had to focus on not choking…swallowing the lasagna around the lump of desire in his throat was a challenging task.

"Mmm…" Emily said, closing her eyes as a moan escaped from her lips. "This is so good."

"Is there something wrong with your wine?" Reid asked in a strangled voice.

She opened her eyes. "I'm more of a beer girl," she lied.

"We have beer," Reid said, springing to his feet. Anything to get his eyes off her for a second. She was driving him absolutely insane with need.

But she dropped her hand to his before he could get away from the table. "I'm fine," she assured him.

"Are you sure?" he asked with a bit of desperation.

She nodded, and he sat back down with a sigh.

"The aftertaste won't mingle well with the way you taste," she informed him with a sexy grin. "And I loooooove the way you taste." Her tone was so seductive that Reid felt the little hairs on his arms stand on end. He quickly grabbed his glass of wine and downed it in one swallow, hoping to douse the anticipation a bit.

At this rate, they'd never make it to dessert.

He'd really wanted to be smooth. He'd really wanted to take things slow…but for God's sake, hadn't dinner been foreplay?

He brought his plate to the sink and rinsed it off, counting to ten before turning back around. He winced as Emily stood up and turned to face him. He should have counted to fifty.

His eyes must have darkened or his expression must have given him away—something happened—because Emily gave a soft gasp just as she stalked forward. When his body reached hers, he didn't stop, just backed her into the table. His mouth came down onto hers at the same time his hands gripped her waist. He lifted her up onto the table, then ran his hands down her legs in a soft caress before parting her knees, stepping forward so her hips were cradling his thighs.

He ran his tongue along the closure of her lips and she instantly opened her mouth with a soft whimper, her arms lifting to wrap around his neck. She clung to him as his tongue thrust forth, her breasts flattening against his chest. Underneath the faint taste of spaghetti sauce, he could taste her. His tongue swirled around her mouth, searching for more.

He couldn't resist her, couldn't resist what she was begging for when her thighs squeezed his waist. He took half a step back, his index finger making a path from her waist to the spot just beneath her belly button. His hand splayed over her flat stomach, before moving lower and pushing inside the waistband of her panties. He tore his mouth away from hers, his forehead falling to her shoulder as his fingers encountered the soft hair between her legs. He moved his hand lower, until he reached the apex of her folds. Sliding a single finger inside, he followed the slit downward until he found her opening, then plunged two fingers inside her heat.

"Spencer," she gasped, as her head fell backwards.

He moved his fingers back and forth, using his thumb to find her center. "Oh, God," she groaned, using her foot to drag the chair closer before resting it on the seat. She wrapped her other leg around his waist, her hips bucking off the table to meet his finger thrusts. "Spencer," she said again breathlessly. She landed on the lip of her plate that time, filling the room with a loud crashing noise as it slammed back onto the table.

He wrapped his free hand around her, rendering her unable to move. She nearly came unglued as the tension built within her; Reid had mastered her body in less than three minutes. She hadn't even known that was possible!

She whimpered again and again until her body finally found its release, and she slumped down onto the table helplessly. Reid had to hold her up so she wouldn't land in the lasagna pan still sitting there.

"Emily?" he said softly.

"That was amazing," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him and resting her cheek on his chest. "I just…" She sighed contentedly. "...need a second."

Emily hoped it was the hormones from her pregnancy that was causing this to happen. She'd never been one for emotion, and this was certainly new. She'd never had an orgasm that had brought her to tears before. Although, she was pretty sure it had more to do with the man who'd delivered it, and the fact that she was lying to him.

And she was going to tell him. She was. She was just waiting until she'd slept with him first. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it. The thought of not being with him was just too much to consider, and the fact of the matter was, this was a now or never situation. She chose now.

So she blinked back her tears and pulled her cheek away from his warm chest to look up at him. "Where's your bedroom?" she asked softly.

Instead of answering, Spencer cupped her face with his hands and leaned down to give her a sound kiss. After pulling away, he reached for her hand and led her wordlessly to his bedroom. Once inside, he closed the door, and when he turned around, she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him with every ounce of what she was feeling…adoration for the man he was, and gratitude for what he'd just given her.

They made their way to the bed, and she was straddling his waist, leaning down kissing him while she loosened his bow tie and unbuttoned his shirt. She pushed the fabric to aside to run her hands over his warm flesh. He lifted his upper body off the mattress just enough so she could rid him of his shirt, and then leaned back down, once again cupping her cheeks as she kissed him. Emily couldn't help but revel in the possessive gesture.

She shimmied her body lower, not breaking their kiss as she fumbled with his belt until it was undone, the unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. "Condom?" she asked as she pulled her lips from his.

She followed his gaze to the night stand, and leaned over to open the drawer. She pulled out the empty box and frowned. "Do you have another box?"

"No," he said huskily. "That was…" His voice trailed off and he pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

"What?" she asked.

"Ashley must have helped herself to them."

"Are you telling me—"

"No," he interrupted, not even allowing her to verbalize the thought. "I'm sure she's replenished her supply by now. I'll be right back."

Spencer pushed her gently off of him before practically jumping off the bed and heading toward the door. Emily was right behind him as they walked into the dark living room.

A loud crashing sound came from the kitchen, and Spencer froze, causing Emily to bump into him from behind. Giggling and kissing noises persisted as the front door banged shut. Ashley and her 'date' never noticed them as they made their way to her bedroom, the door slamming in a gesture of finality.

Spencer groaned as they made their way back to his bedroom.

This was too big of a sign for even Emily to ignore, and she realized she had no right allowing Spencer to form even more of an emotional attachment to her without being honest with him.

As he dropped down onto the bed with a heavy sigh, Emily gently closed the door, and leaned back against it, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath to gather her courage.

"Spencer," she said softly. "There's something I have to tell you."

He opened his eyes, not moving from his spot on the bed.

"I…" There really was no way to soften the blow, so she just blurted the words, "Spencer…I'm pregnant."

Spencer's eyes widened as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. "But we haven't even had sex yet."

Author's Note: The prompt for this chapter was 'They almost sleep together, but get interrupted.'