Chapter 7- the night cap
"How about a night cap?" she asked turning to face him. "Sure," he agreed changing his course towards the bar. "No, I can't take another night of bad piano playing. What say we hit up the mini-bar in my room?" "OK," he agreed and they walked towards the elevator. Without knowing it, his hand had fallen to the small of her back as though this was its natural position. In the elevator she leaned into him tired from an eventful day, his arm sliding around her waist. No words were exchanged as he followed her into her room. He noticed her open suitcase, heavy because it was full of books, not shoes. His smile broadened when he saw that most were about D.C., the F.B.I., and profiling serial killers. Apparently she did her homework better now than he ever remembered her doing it in high school, he smiled to himself.
"So…since you don't drink, coke or water?" "Um, Coke would be great," he said, deciding to be bold and sit on the loveseat so that should she choose to sit by him she would be very close. As he hoped, she handed him a can, kicking off her flip-flops and sliding onto the cushion next to him. She flipped on CNN, but the TV was not his focus. "Spencer?" she asked, as she turned to look at him. "I had a huge crush on you then," he spit out before he could stop himself. "Yeah?" she asked, and then laughed. "But I never told you because I knew that was the reaction I'd get," he winced prepared for a 'I thought we could be friends' response. "Spencer, it isn't the reaction you deserved, I am just pleased. Sorry…" she whispered. When his eyes returned to her, she leaned forward.
She was kissing him. He was only ninety six percent sure it was real, and even his mind could not process any facts to calm him. She leaned in more, and his hands went automatically to her face. He felt her fingers go into his hair, and she whimpered into his mouth. "Spencer…" she mumbled as he began to kiss her neck and chin. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, suddenly realizing that was likely what she wanted. "NO!" she almost yelled…they both giggled. "no…please…" she said, beginning again to kiss him. Moments passed, deep with passion, hot with desire. She freed her arms from the tangle and slowly unzipped her dress the top sliding to reveal perfect breasts barely hidden beneath a red lace bra. She whimpered as he forged a path with kisses down her shoulder until gently, he found a nipple through the fabric.
She pulled away, slipping off his lap and tugging his hand, leading him to her bed. She slipped out of her dress revealing matching boy-shorts that hid nothing from the imagination. She slid onto the edge of the bed and pulled him to her, removing his shirt slowly. She took her time, planting a soft kiss just above each button as she undid it, until both of her hands slid the shirt off his shoulders and met again at his belt buckle. He released a moan, as she released his belt. Her hands pressing his pants and his briefs towards his ankles, until his already hard cock sprung out against his stomach. Spencer's mind was failing him. He had been with women before, not often, but he had. Still, it had never felt like this, he was scared by this new lack of control, and engulfed in the heat of the encounter.
She kissed his stomach gently, working hard not to touch his manhood with her lips, but sure that her breath against him sent shivers up his spine. Slowly working her way down, and up again along the side of his groin, finally, methodically, taking his head into her mouth. He had to force himself to exhale but could not control the urge to thrust towards her, wanting the warmth of her mouth. She used her hands and cupped him, slowly taking all of him in, and rolling her palm around him while she sliding smoothly deeper on his manhood.
She pulled away, and began to work her way back up his body. She paused to kiss his flat stomach, stopped to nip at his nipple, leaving her teeth mark on his shoulder, until he could take no more and recaptured her mouth with his own. She pulled him on over her, forcing his weight between her thighs. He slid her back on the bed, lifting her hips to free her panties as he did. Every inch of their bodies touched, and through his kisses she managed only, "please."
He placed himself at her ready opening and pressed into her with a forceful thrust. She cried out, her head pressing into the pillows. He paused, not wanting to hurt her, before sliding partially out before pushing all the way into her again. Slowly at first, but rapidly growing faster, he pumped in and out of her. Her legs circled his hips, her hands clawed at his shoulders, her eyes closed; she bit her lower lip and whimpered softly with each deep thrust. He quickly realized it was as much from pleasure as pain. The pent up desire, the sexual tension of a decade spilled out, and he knew he would not last long. For years he had dreamed of this act, the sting of her nails the only thing reminding him it was finally reality. So much emotion accompanied by immense physical pleasure filled his mind, his entire body. He felt himself tense; his breathing was no longer something he controlled, as she cried out with pleasure, their lips met. One last thrust and her body fell limp beneath him, his muscles giving way as he struggled to catch his breath.
As sunlight poured through the sheer window coverings, Spencer lay still, trying to process everything that had happened. His thoughts quickly silenced, when she stirred, her hair falling into his face. He memorized the smell, incase he thought it was the last time he would know it this close. "Morning," she yawned, kissing his chest as she slipped out of bed, showing no inhibition as she slid naked into the bathroom. She paused at the door, "I gonna shower, you're welcome to join me."
He lay in the bed speechless, and laughed as he rolled to the edge of the bed. Morgan would never believe Spencer Reid speechless. As he slid into the shower behind her, he took a moment to memorize her form. She was beautiful. Her curves were petite, but amazingly symmetrical, her hair begged him to slide his fingers through it, and as she turned to face him with a smile he admired again her lips. Her full lips that captured his in a light yet passionate kiss; this is what he knew he would love most about her.
She playfully teased him tossing him a towel as she brushed her hair in the mirror. As he dressed time forced him to say what he feared to hear. "I should go pack and get ready. You have to be at the airport in," checking his watch which seemed to betray him, "in less than four hours." For the first time since her arrival, her smile faded. "Yeah," she whispered, stepping to him. "Stop by here when you are ready? Shouldn't take me more than thirty minutes." He nodded, daring to kiss her one more time before heading to his room.