The Most Life Changing Thing

Reid and Prentiss

Chapter Twelve

December 2010

They were careful to not touch too much or flirt too often during the day while out of town on a case, keeping it as professional as possible. Only in rare stolen moments here and there did they let their masks fall enough to feel like their true selves, the Emily and Reid who were in love with each other and flying high off the feeling.

While working, though, they were more co-workers than lovers. The balance shifted at the end of each day.

Each night that they were out of town he always came to her hotel room. Since JJ had left the team, and Garcia rarely traveled with them, Emily never had to share her room anymore so they had all the privacy they needed.

It was nights when they were out of town that they would rip each other's clothes off quick and come together in a fury. The days of having to think about work and be near each other but not able to show affection made them feel pent up and desperate to re-establish their connection the first chance they got. They needed to confirm to each other that, yes, they were still more than just co-workers and buddies.

They were lovers who ached for each other's caress and kiss.

This night Emily was particularly frantic. She helped Reid out of his sweater vest. "God, too many layers! What did I tell you about so many layers?"

He quickly yanked off the sweater and the button up shirt underneath it, then went for his under shirt. Emily stripped out of her shirt and bra as fast as possible and they came together, skin to skin, sighing in relief when they got the chance to feel that contact, as their lips found each other, while fingers nestled in hair.

Her hard, pebbled nipples pressed against the rough skin of his chest, covered with very light, coarse hair. Moving together they stumbled back toward the bed until her knees hit it and then they climbed on, still kissing, and lay down. Reid's lips moved down to kiss over her throat and then her breasts, capturing a rosy nipple to suck while his other hand massaged her other breast.

Her body flushed with an ever increasing warmth.

Eager to be completely naked, Emily kicked off her shoes and started to work on her pants. Reid sat up and helped her and then stripped himself of his pants and underwear, while Emily was pulling off her panties. She reached for his dick, stroking it and laying light kisses on it, then licking around the head.

She moaned, laying back, "Oh, God, hurry. Hurry, Spencer."

He got this devilish gleam in his eye and smirked. Doing exact the opposite of hurrying, he started to kiss slowly up her leg and then over her hip, nipping there and eliciting a pleasurable gasp from her, and then over her stomach and back down until he was between her thighs.

She whimpered, as he lay a soft trail of kisses over her pelvic bone, "Please," dragging the word out to be six syllables.

Throatily he asked "Please what?"

She only moaned in response when he stroked a finger against her wetness. He then let his tongue follow the path his finger had, before asking "Please this? Or maybe please this?"

He sucked her clit and her hips bucked up. A loud cry was wrenched from her lungs and it wasn't long before her orgasm overtook her. Before she even calmed down, he had the condom on and was thrust inside of her, with a fast, hard rhythm that pushed her toward her next orgasm at rapid speed.

She met his every thrust as they sped toward their release, not caring at all about finesse, just needing to get there together as fast as possible.

The sounds of their passion mixed and mingled in the otherwise quiet hotel room, her moans growing louder and more high pitched as she got closer and closer to that crest she was striving to reach.

Spencer kissed Emily as her body clamped down on his, stifling her last scream, and kept thrusting for a few more rough strokes until he joined her in climax.

They lay there afterwards too worn out to speak. After he went to the bathroom, they just cuddled together and fell asleep without saying a word, in a comfortable silence brought on by knowing they were both right where they wanted and needed to be that night.

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Emily woke up to find Reid sitting at the table, writing something on a legal pad. "Oh, there you are."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up."

"I reached for you and you weren't there. I should probably be worried that I sleep like crap if you aren't next to me."

"I couldn't sleep and I thought it might bother you if I was tossing and turning."

"What are you working on? Something for school?"

"A letter to my mother."

"Oh."

After a moment he said "I hope you don't mind that I told her about us."

Emily got a little excited but also a little nervous. "You told your mother about us? Seriously?"

"I tell my mother every important thing about my life that I think she can handle hearing."

"So what did you say about us?"

"The truth, that I'm dating an amazing woman-"

"Older woman. Did you tell her that part?"

"No, was I supposed to? Why would she care?"

"Mothers care about that kind of stuff."

"Mine doesn't. She only cares if I'm loved."

Emily titled her head to the side and gave him a tender look. "That's sweet." After that she got up and went to the bathroom, when she came out she walked over to Reid and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, from behind, bending to nibble on his ear.

She told him "I'm going back to bed until the wake up call or another body turns up to start our day extra early."

"I can go back to my room, if the light is keeping you up."

"Reid, its fine, really." She crawled back in bed and snuggled into the blankets, yawning. "I hope you told your mother that you're very loved...because you are." She gave him a small smile before closing her eyes.

A long pause and then Reid said, nervously, "I did, actually, and I also told her that you'd meet her at Christmas."

Emily bounded up. "What? Why would you promise something like that to her? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, I can not meet your mother. Mothers hate me!"

"That's ridiculous. Who could hate you, Emily? But if you don't want to meet my mother then I'll just tell her you had other plans already, even if we both know it's a lie. I'll lie to my mother for you."

"Nice. Guilt me into it, why don't you?"

"I'm not trying to do that." He walked over to bed and sat down. "Its just that I never wanted my mother to meet any woman I was dating before but I really want her to meet you." He stroked Emily's hair away from her forehead. "I want her to know someone like you could have feelings for someone like me. That a woman who is everything any man could ever want would want me...love me." His eyes beseeched her. "Please?"

Barely audible, she answered "Okay," and right then Spencer gave her a passionate kiss. Emily was not sure about this whole idea but she knew she didn't want to let him down.

Christmas in Vegas, meeting Reid's mom. It couldn't be as bad as spending the holiday with her own family but she worried that Mrs. Reid would take one look at her and say she was all wrong for Spencer and ask what future Emily saw for the two of them.

Emily couldn't even answer that for herself. How could she answer it to Reid's mom?

Note- I can't remember Emily meeting Reid's mother during the show so far. Emily was not part of the team when Reid's mother visited Virginia for the episode called The Fisher King.

And when Reid was in Vegas I thought only Rossi and Morgan stayed behind so I think they would be the only people who could have seen Mrs. Reid that trip. But if Emily did meet Reid's mom on the show then, as far as this fic goes, that never happened.