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Poker Face

Emily decided she didn't like the jet late at night after a case. It was too quiet and dark, and she couldn't sleep. Her eyes found Reid who sat across from her and appeared to be sleeping. In fact, it appeared that everyone was sleeping, which was a little unusual. JJ was on the bench, Morgan sat across from Rossi with his I pod in his ears, and his head thrown back. Rossi slept with his head hanging on his chest. She couldn't see Hotch who'd sat at the back of the plane with the lights off, so she only assumed he wasn't doing anything but sleeping.

Her eyes returned to Reid, as if she had no control over them. It wasn't as if she had any reason to stare at him, she thought morosely. It wasn't as if he were sweet, good, kind and gentle.

He was wearing what she liked to call his 'Dr. Reid' uniform. A long sleeved white shirt, a black, white and red pattern vest unbuttoned, another black wool sweater over all and a matching tie. His shoes were dirty, his socks didn't match and his black slacks were a little wrinkled, but he pushed her buttons like no other man. How could someone just ooze so much sensuality without trying? In fact, he went out of his way not to attract attention, which just peaked her interest even more. She longed to just reach over grab his tie and yank -

"I can't sleep if you're going to stare at me." He startled her out of her desires to ravish him.

She felt her face going hot, which angered her irrationally. "I'm not staring at you." She hissed.

His beautiful, milk chocolate eyes alternately called to mind a small puppy in the rain, or an old man that had seen way too much in his life. At the moment, annoyance darkened his orbs, which didn't do much to dampen her desire for him much to her chagrin.

"I can feel your eyes on me." He said.

"I think you're imagining things."

He sat up and rubbed at his eyes, like a little boy and her stomach began to tingle. She should just get up and go sit somewhere else, but she couldn't make her legs move.

"Why don't we play cards?" He suggested.

"It's one am."

"So, neither of us are sleeping," He reminded her.

"I'm not in the mood to lose to you." She said.

He shrugged. "If you win…"

"If I win," She rolled her hand to encourage him.

"If you win, I promise I'll stop avoiding what happen last week at my apartment."

Her eyebrows went up. "What if you win Reid? What do you want?"

He suddenly sat up straight and leaned forward in his chair. "Why don't I tell you after the game?"

She nodded her ascent. "Alright, but I get to deal."

He smirked at her. "Do you really think that's going to help you?"

"I have beaten your before," She reminded him as he pulled the cards out of his bag and began to shuffle them.

"One time," He held up one finger while she cut the deck for him. "That's kind of a pathetic average.

She tried to keep her eyes on the cards as she dealt out the hand, but she found that she couldn't stop staring at his fingers. They moved restlessly as if he wished that he were dealing out the cards. She had very vivid ideas about what those hands could do if he touched her face or slid them down her bare back, over along the inside of her thighs…

"Hey!"

She looked up to see him sitting there staring at her like she'd missed something very important.

"What?"

He directed his gaze to her cards. "How many cards do you want?"

"That's supposed to be my question. I'm the dealer, remember."

He raised one of his eyebrows. The light in his eyes changed again as he observed her with the same single minded concentration he gave books, and there was something else.

"I didn't forget. I just want to get on with winning so I can finally get some sleep."

"Cute! I need two cards." She threw away two and took two from the top of the deck as he watched.

He smirked, perused his cards and asked for three cards. She smiled back and began moving her cards around.

"You know, I was thinking about the other night." He said suddenly.

Her heart picked up a little as she watched his fingers move over his hand of cards. "What?"

"I was thinking that I really liked the way you kiss me."

She nearly dropped her cards on the table and for a moment wondered if he said that on purpose.

"Did you?" She managed to say without stuttering.

He pulled one card out of his hand and moved it. His eyes didn't leave her face and they made the butterflies swarm inside her gut. "I don't have much experience, but I think you're a great kisser." He said.

"Oh."

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No. Why don't you show me your cards?"

He lifted his eyes from his hand again to stare at her and it was as if he'd reached across the table to tangle his hands in her hair. Her scalp tingled and her heart raced.

He laid his hand on the table and she winced. He had a straight flush in hearts, which beat her pathetic three of a kind.

"You win." She tossed down her cards in disgust. "What's your prize."

"Hm…" He closed his eyes as if he hadn't already decided and needed to think about it. She wanted to shake him silly at the smirk on his face.

"How about another kiss and we'll call it even."

"Right here." She squeaked and he began to laugh.

"Everyone's asleep Emily. I don't think we have anything to worry about."

Just when Reid had taken the upper hand, she didn't know. All she knew was that she was starting to feel like a school girl again.

His eyes held a challenge and there was nothing to do but rise and meet it.

She stood went around the table and sat down next to him where she could smell what made him Reid, coffee, the faint scent of wool, and something else she didn't understand.

He slid around in his chair and faced her. She found that she couldn't quite meet his eyes. In that moment she realized that he was in control and her heart dropped so that she couldn't breathe

When she found that she was leaning toward him instead of the other way around, she wanted to resist, but something was pulling forward as though there was an invisible line attached to her belly button. She closed her eyes and waited as her heart thumped and her hands went cold.

She sensed when he leaned into meet her, understanding for the first time the strength of what she had begun to feel for him months before Ian Doyle had almost ruined everything. Her warmth reached out to his and they twined together. Anticipation curled like a fist in her belly and she just wanted it to be over because she couldn't take the waiting anymore. Then, instead of his mouth tasting her lips, they touched her cheek and her eyes flew open. He was sitting back with a satisfied smirk on his angel's face.

"What was that?" She hissed.

"Shh…" He put his finger to his lips.

His conspiratorial grin made her want to smack him silly. What was he playing at?

"Spencer!" She growled.

His eyebrows winged up and he pointed over her shoulder. She whipped around to see that JJ eyes were fluttering open. Emily was out of her chair and back in her original seat before JJ sat up.

"Hey Spence…" JJ said groggily. "Why are you sleeping?"

"Emily and I were playing cards." He said innocently.

JJ rubbed a hand over her face. "Why do you play with him when you know you're going to lose?" JJ asked.

Reid picked up the card, and began to shuffle them. "I guess she's a glutton for punishment."

There were so many things she wanted to say and do at that moment, but because JJ was right there staring at them, so could only clench her hands into fists and try not to glare.

"Is there something wrong?" JJ asked.

Emily bit down hard on her tongue, while managing a weak smile. Damn JJ for her perception. "Nothing's wrong JJ, I'm just tired."

"She's irritated that I won." Reid said helpfully.

"I'm going to close my eyes now." Emily said desperately.

"You should know better by now." JJ lectured, but Emily ignored her and closed her eyes.

If Reid thought he was getting away with something he was sorely mistaken, she thought as she fell into sleep.