Chapter 10: sleeping arrangements
Elle looked up at him and smiled, "I am getting kind of tired, but there is no way I can drive anywhere. Spencer, would you mind horribly if we all invaded your house for the night?" "No," he quickly responded, "Though I only have one guest room, I have this couch, the duvet in the sitting room, and my bed. I will be happy to sleep on the floor." "Don't be silly," Morgan said, "at least one of the girls can share the guest room with me, and another can share your bed, it's big enough." Elle and Garcia exchanged quick glances. "Sorry Morgan, Penelope and I already claimed the guest room. I am sure you can manage on the couch, unless of course you want to fight J.J. for that extra spot in Spencer's bed." J.J. glared at Elle, then Garcia. "I can sleep on the couch if you want to share with Spencer," she said to Morgan. "Fine, I'll sleep on the couch," Morgan said, defeated, "but that means I am getting comfortable." Morgan stood up and removed his shirt, and then his began to undo his belt. "Ug!" Elle screeched and began to walk down the hall towards the guest bathroom. Garcia sat back to enjoy the show and J.J. approached Reid. Soon Morgan was giving Garcia a lap-dance in just his boxers, and Spencer could not help but be envious of his body.
"I can sleep on the duvet," J.J. offered. "No, I can." "Spencer, I am not going to kick you out of your own bed. So you either share it with me or I sleep down here and risk seeing more of Morgan than could ever be appropriate." She pointed over to him teasing Garcia, and they both laughed. "Ok," he agreed quietly excited, and more anxious than he had been in a long time. Elle met them in the hall and asked if she could borrow a t-shirt to sleep in. "Good idea!" J.J. chimed in, and they both followed him upstairs. He provided each with F.B.I. t-shirts still in the wrappers because he had never worn them, and the three crept over to the half wall to look down on Morgan and Garcia. "Maybe I should give them the bed," Elle joked. Spencer suddenly realized Derek might have sex in his house tonight, and stopped breathing for a moment. He remembered an old college roommate always talking about christening a new place. Spencer had owned this house almost three years and had never even had a woman over before tonight. Derek was whispering something into Garcia's ear and she was wiggling and laughing below him. The two got up and headed down the hall towards the guest room and the threesome upstairs heard the door shut. J.J. and Elle started laughing and Spencer stood back to appreciate the humor in the situation. "You two can have the bed. I will sleep on the couch," Spencer offered, almost glad for the excuse not to have to sleep next to J.J. and pretend it wasn't affecting him. "No," Elle said, "I sleep better with some noise in the background, so I'll take the room with the TV and the champagne room down the hall." Spencer didn't have a champagne room, but when he pointed that out, J.J. and Elle just laughed. Elle retreated down the stairs, and J.J. headed to the bathroom presumably to change.
Spencer quickly changed into a pair of pajama pants his mother had sent him and a t-shirt. He usually slept in his underwear, and he worried the new t-shirt smell would make J.J. think so. He walked over and turned off the main lights upstairs, and flicked on the bedside lamps. He looked over the ledge of the wall and saw Elle already curled up under the blanket he had given Haley earlier in the day and happily flipping through the channels. Spencer was stopped in his tracks when he turned and saw J.J. standing by the bed in his t-shirt. It hit her mid-thigh, and she made no attempt to pull it down. "Which side do you sleep on?" she asked him. "Um, usually the left, but it doesn't matter. Where ever you will be most comfortable. Are you sure you don't want me to sleep downstairs?" "Spenc, if it will bother you, I will go sleep downstairs. But it will not bother me at all to share a bed with you. We are both adults, right?" He caught himself looking at her body, and just nodded, hoping she wouldn't notice the way he had been looking her up and down. She passed him and slid under the covers on the right side of the bed.