The Most Life Changing Thing

Reid and Prentiss

Chapter Two

November 2010

As they sat together on her hotel room bed, Emily leaned over and gave Reid a short kiss, shocking him at her bold move after all he had asked is if she would talk to him and let him help her.

Soon they were exchanging kisses until he broke away, breathless with eyes shimmering with lust and confusion.

Emily panted and begged "Don't stop. Oh God, whatever you're thinking right now, Reid, don't you dare think about stopping."

He cupped the back of her neck, pulled her close to him and they started to kiss some more, exploring each other's mouths with their tongues while their hands roamed over each other's bodies. He took her holster off and laid it on the night stand. Reaching for his hand she held it and proceeded to kiss the palm and then each finger, with her eyes locked on his, before letting go of his hand and taking off her shirt.

"Emily," he choked out, in a throaty tone, as his eyes raked over her chest.

She took off her bra before saying "You're falling behind."

"Right, right," he squeaked, going for his buttons with shaky hands.

"Let me." She unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off him. His sweater vest was left back in his hotel room before he came to her room. She then pulled off his white t-shirt. "So many layers you hide under." Seeing his chest she started to kiss it and whispered "God, you're beautiful."

She knew he wouldn't believe it. And he might never understand why she so much wanted him tonight. Maybe she could never explain it to him in a way that would make sense. A few months from now it would all be a moot point, if everything happened the way she had planned. She'd be gone from the BAU, never to return again. Maybe she would drift apart from all her friends there. She didn't want to think that is what would happen but Emily was a realist.

It sucked to know she might lose contact with the people she loved like a family but it didn't change what she wanted most for herself, or what she was going to do.

Things were in motion and she couldn't...she wouldn't...go back now. She'd have to make the most of being with him tonight because, due to the circumstances of her life, she couldn't see this turning into something long term. Still that didn't stop her from wanting him.

Emily craved Reid in a way that was primal.

Too many fantasies about him had her hot, bothered, and aching to play them out. She kissed all over his chest, helped him out of his pants and boxers, kissed along his stomach, his thighs, his dick. She licked him with vigor, loving his slightly salty taste.

His hands on her were gentle one moment, rough the next and then gentle again. She shivered under his sensual, needy touch, and smirked when he cried out her name as she swallowed down his essence. While Reid lay there panting and breathless, coming down from his high, Emily stood, on shaky legs herself, and stripped off the rest of her clothes till she was completely bare in front of him.

He watched her as she went to her purse and got a condom. She had never had reason to use one on a case before but she always carried a few in her purse. Coming back to the bed she kneeled on it, caressing Reid's legs for a moment before she crawled up his body and started to kiss on his throat. A moment later she nibbled his ear and confessed "I've never wanted anyone more than I want you right now." She moaned softly. "You want this too, don't you?"

Emily turned her head to look in Reid's eyes.

"Y...yes..." he stuttered slightly before repeating in a stronger and surer voice "Yes," then capturing her lips in a kiss and whispered against them "Yes...yes...I want this," as they kissed. His hands caressed her bare ass and she ground against him.

Reaching down Prentiss stroked Reid to full hardness again before slipping the condom on him. She hauled her leg over him, guided him against her wetness and slid down slowly, moaning and biting her bottom lip, till he was seated in her fully, her wetness slicking the condom and making it a smooth slide.

She sometimes had to use lube to get wet enough but not tonight. Tonight there was nothing in her brain telling her body that this wasn't quite right.

Emily started to rock against Reid, moaning and humming in pleasure, for a moment until he rolled her over, hitched her leg up and stroked in and out of her fast and sure. She exploded into a quick orgasm, biting back a scream.

As soon as she came down he took her lips in a possessive kiss and changed his pace to slower, longer strokes, working her body like the magician he was, leaving her mumbling words of barely coherent praise until she came so many time she briefly passed out, to wake and find Reid smirking at her.

He asked, with a cheeky grin on his lips, "Did that help as much as you thought it would?"

She gave him a very lazy, sleepy smile. "Very much so." Emily rolled to her stomach and lay her hand on Reid's chest. After a moment she said "I don't usually let guys sleep over unless its serious and its hardly never that serious."

"Don't they get offended?"

"Probably. I don't really care though." She stared deep into his eyes, while brushing back a sweaty curl from his forehead. "You can stay, if you don't got any better offer to be somewhere else."

"But you just said that you don't usually let guys sleep over. That's your M.O."

"I said usually." She winked at him. "But if you don't like morning sex then, by all means, take off."

A smile grew on his lips. "I would go back to my room, honestly, but I'm too tired to move and I think I strained my knee."

"Oh," she teased "poor baby!"

"Baby?" he teased back. "You thought I was all man a few minutes ago."

"I'll let you in on a little secret...I fake it well."

He stared at her for a moment, trying to figure out if she was telling the truth before she smiled and Reid said "Don't joke like that," while moving in close to her.

"Or what?" she teased, right before she burst into sexy giggles while he nibbled on her neck.

Oh, yes, he really did help her that night, indeed. Later on she would wonder if it wouldn't have been so much smarter to talk a little more though. He had wanted to listen and the time to confess really should have been before they had sex for the first time.

Then he would have went into everything with his eyes wide open but she never gave him that chance. She wanted him too much to risk him settling for just talking once he knew the real reason she was biting her fingernails again and checking her phone constantly.

He'd learn soon enough but for right now she was too busy enjoying herself to explain. It might be a mood killer and Emily just couldn't let that happen on the night when she had the most orgasms in a row that she had ever had.

She'd tell him the whole story later.