A few weeks had passed by, and Amelia and Spencer were thoroughly enjoying each other's company. After the kiss that the two shared, the couple were practically inseparable. When Spencer wasn't out of town working on a case, he could normally be found at either Amelia's apartment or her quaint coffee shop, reading a book in the corner. When they weren't together, they would text whenever possible, and Spencer had become accustomed to calling Amelia at night before he went to bed. He would tell her about the new books he had read that day, and the jokes that Morgan made at his expense, and she would laugh until her cheeks hurt.
It was late Friday night, and Amelia was curled up in bed, a blanket wrapped tightly around her body. Her phone was being held in between her cheek and her shoulder, and she was carefully painting her toenails a light shade of purple. Spencer had gone momentarily quiet, and she stuck the brush back into the polish. "Spence?"
"I'm still here." He said, clearing his throat briefly.
"Are you tired? We can hang up," she started, but he quickly cut her off.
"No, I'm fine. I was just wondering; would you want to meet my team tomorrow night? Since we've been so busy lately, they decided that we should have a night out and not have to focus on work." His voice was quiet, and she could sense his undeniable shyness. A smile bloomed over Amelia's face.
"Spence, I would love to meet them." She told him, and he chuckled.
"I don't know why I was so nervous, it's not like I was asking you to meet my mom." He said, but his voice trailed off towards the end of his sentence. "Would you want to meet my mom one day?" He asked, and Amelia was shocked. While Spencer spoke highly of his mother, he was still so burdened by his guilt that Amelia wasn't sure she would ever get to meet the woman.
"I'd like that. Maybe we can make a trip to Vegas for a weekend." She suggested, her heart pounding in her chest. They had only been officially together for about a month, so she wasn't trying to rush things. She didn't expect him to buy plane tickets that night and hop onto the next available flight. They had their whole lives ahead of them, they were both still so young.
Amelia admired everything about Spencer. His intelligence, his incredible memory, but what touched her heart the most was the fact that he wrote a letter to his mother every single day. He would tell his mother about the cases he was working on, and most recently, he wrote about Amelia. She didn't know that, of course, but she was his favorite subject to write about. He could ramble on forever about Amelia and never get tired of it.
"That sounds good. We'll figure it out." He said, and she heard him yawn.
"Someone's tired." She teased, and he chuckled softly.
"I am, I just didn't want to hang up yet." He admitted, and butterflies erupted in Amelia's stomach.
"You're sweet. But, you need some sleep, you've been working hard this week." The two said their goodbyes, and Amelia hung up her cell phone. Her toenails were finally dry, so she slid underneath her cool sheets and turned the volume down on the television. It didn't take her long to fall asleep, even though she was excited and terrified to meet Spencer's team the next day.
When Spencer arrived at her apartment the next day, Amelia was slightly frantic. "Spence, what should I wear?" She asked, digging through her closet, frowning at the articles of fabric. Spencer was perched neatly at the end of her bed, trying to keep himself from smiling and failing. He was wearing nice dress pants and a dark blue button up shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his black tie was slightly crooked. His hair was disheveled, like always, and it sent Amelia's heartbeat into hyper speed. He stood up and made his way over to the closet, but he hesitated, as if he was asking for permission. "Go ahead, I give up." She said, throwing her hands up in the air.
Spencer Reid was not a fashionista. He didn't care about the latest trends, he didn't care what other people thought about his clothes, and he didn't care that his socks were never a matching set. Women's clothes were a completely strange entity to him, but when his eyes landed on her little black dress, he knew that it was a winner. "This one." He said proudly, holding it out to Amelia. She pursed her lips for a minute as she scrutinized the dress before grabbing it and heading into her bathroom.
The dress fit Amelia like a glove, she had to admit. She forgot that she even had it, because she never had an excuse to wear it. It was tight fitting enough to show her womanly shape, but not tight enough to show every dip, bump and crevice on her body. A light coating of mascara was on her eyelashes, and her red hair hung down her back in bouncy curls. However, she couldn't reach the zipper. Amelia mentally cursed herself for being so awkward, and she hesitantly stepped out of the bathroom.
"Can you help me?" She asked quietly, and Spencer swallowed harshly as he saw her in the little black dress. She turned her back to him and his face flushed as he saw the creamy white skin of her back peeking out of the fabric, and he reached over and grabbed the zipper. His hands were shaking slightly, and he cursed himself internally. He was acting like a prepubescent teenager. She jumped as his cold hands brushed against her exposed skin, and she gave a breathy giggle. "Cold hands." She explained, and he chuckled in response.
"That's nothing new, I'm surprised you aren't used to them by now." She turned around to face him, and she gave him a wide smile. His heart was pounding in his chest as he took in her appearance. "You're so beautiful." He told her, brushing a loose curl out of her face and placing it behind her ear.
"That was smooth." She told him, grabbing his tie and pulling him flush against her. She stood on her tip toes to connect her lips with his, and his hands instantly grabbed her waist in response. The two stood in the middle of her bedroom, bodies close together and hands wandering, when his phone beeped loudly. Amelia jumped back as if she had gotten shocked, and he let out a slight groan. Morgan had texted him.
'Hey pretty boy, we're almost at the restaurant now, so try to keep things PG before the dinner.'
Spencer's cheeks turned pink, and he rolled his eyes. "They're almost at the restaurant, so we better head out." He told Amelia, and she slipped on a pair of black high heels. Her purse was hanging on the door and she grabbed it on the way out.
Spencer drove them to the restaurant, and he interlaced his fingers with Amelia's and kept their hands rested on her knee. He would massage the back of her hand with his thumb, and she couldn't fight back the smile that lit up her face at the contact. "Do you think that they'll like me?" She asked, and Spencer laughed.
"They'll love you. Morgan has been dying to meet you since .. well, since I first met you." Her stomach churned nervously as they pulled into the restaurant parking lot. It was a nice Italian restaurant, and she was glad that she dressed up.
"Well, let's go meet your team."
A/N: I'M SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT. I wasn't sure where to pick up from the last chapter, so this is sort of a small filler chapter. Thanks so much for the love and support with this story, and I'm hoping to keep working on it this upcoming week! Please, review/favorite/follow!
