Love and Logic

By AnitaB

Chapter three: Romantic Traditions

Will power alone helped him keep the contact between them small. Reid kept one of her hands clasped in his and positioned one arm carefully just at her waist. When all he really wanted to do was lift his JJ against his chest, wrap her legs around his waist, and carry her to the nearest bed. //Not yet,\\

Reid let his fingers at her waist spread wide against the satin of her dress. He let his other hand guide hers around the handle of the cake knife. His JJ seemed to be struggling a little with the space issues too, pressing her back against the line of his chest. Groaning low in his throat, Reid tightened his arm around her waist and lowered his mouth to the line of her neck. "Please, JJ, it's hard enough to be good without your influence."

She giggled quietly and he felt his muscles fight to pull her closer. "Yes, it is hard, isn't it, Spence?" JJ turned in his arms, lifting a piece of cake to his lips with a smile. Her body pressed close along his, his hands sliding along her waist to her hips. It was all he could do to keep himself from dragging her hips tight against the hard length of his erection. Her smile said she knew it. "Open up, my Spence."

"My Jay-bird," Reid knew the heat running through his body was burning in his eyes. He simply adored the shiver that ran along her back under his hands. Eyes locked on hers, Reid slowly accepted the bite of cake and licked the icing from his lips. It was his turn to shiver at the heat on her face as her eyes followed the tip of his tongue. He was going to lean down for another kiss if he didn't stop himself right now… Reid took a piece of cake and put it to her lips instead. Those pretty lips closed around a bit of chocolate cake and Reid found himself intensely jealous of it. When her eyes locked to his lips and she licked a little icing off her own… Reid felt a line of his control shatter.

"Spence," Her voice set his hands trembling but there was no stopping now. His hands clenched on her hips, lifting her into a deep and desperate kiss as her arms curled around his shoulders. He was lost in the warm, sweet depth of her kiss. She was sweeter on his tongue than the icing and he needed more. One hand slipped into her hair to angle her head for a deeper slide of lips and tongue. //Oh, my sweet JJ.\\ Reid loved the sweet moan on her lips and the urgent grip of her fingers almost as much as he loved the feel of her in his arms.

"Reid,"

A voice intruded just enough to let Reid hear the laughter and cheers of their friends and family. Dragging up the very last fragments of his self-control, he pulled back enough to rest his forehead against hers. "Sweetheart,"

"I know… soon." Her fingers stroked along his jaw before JJ did what Reid wasn't sure he could do right now. She pulled herself out of his arms with a shuddery breath and turned with a smile toward the crowd. "We don't have all day, people, grab a fork already."

She was so beautiful it made his teeth hurt, so damn gorgeous his hands itched to touch her. If he didn't give himself something of her, some little contact to feed his nerves, he was going to throw her over his shoulder and head for the car within the next five minutes. Reid came to a logical compromise with his body. Moving close against her back, he put one arm around her waist and spread his hand out flat against her stomach. But he couldn't let her turn to face him. One more of her kisses and they would be leaving early. Reid wanted his married slow dance.

He'd make it through every little tradition she or her parents wanted today, for just the smile on her face and the way she said his name. "Do you want some champagne, sweetheart?"

"Only if you can get us both some without letting me go, Spence." JJ leaned back against his shoulder, but seemed to understand it would be dangerous to both their senses of control to turn around right now.

"I think I can manage it, Jay-bird." Reid tightened his arm at her waist and leaned over just enough to pull Penelope's attention up from the hellion twins batting at the fluffy hem of her dress. "Hey, Garcia, how about some champagne?"

She gave him a wide grin as her eyes flicked to his hand against JJ's dress. "Sure thing, Mr. Jareau." Penelope caught each little boy by a hand to get their attention. "Do my angels want to do Uncle Reid and Aunt JJ a favor?" They practically bounced off their feet nodding. "Okay, then. You're going to go over to that nice man in a suit over there and ask him for the bride and groom's champagne. Each of you will carry one cup, very carefully, and no sips. Got it?"

"Yes, mama." Both boys dashed off towards the waiter on the far side of the room under the smiles of the entire wedding party.

JJ leaned back against Reid's chest with a laugh. "Delegation at its best, huh, Spence?"

"You saw how happy they were to fetch and carry. And this way I get to keep holding you." Cody and Danny moved far more slowly on their way back across the room, tiny hands tightly gripping a champagne flute. Reid accepted a glass from Danny and watched JJ's delicate little fingers wrap around the stem of her glass. Those little hands felt so good on his skin and he had to wait a little longer before he could get them where he needed them. Taking a sip of champagne, he fought his body to keep from dragging her curves closer and tighter.

If he made it through the bouquet toss, he had a surprise for his Jay-bird. Elle had made sure JJ was ready during the all girl hair and makeup session earlier. His JJ took a sip from her own glass and leaned into his arms. "I vote for anything that keeps you holding me."

//That's the plan, my sweet JJ. That's always the plan.\\

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When the time for the bouquet toss came, JJ weakly pulled herself out of Spence's arms and positioned herself in front of the group of remaining single women. They were mostly friends and cousins. Everyone employed by the BAU proper was already married. JJ herself was the last lady to tie the knot. Giving Spence a twist of a smile, she closed her eyes and threw the bundled flowers high over her head into the crowd of women.

JJ turned in time to watch the bouquet bounce off the tips of her cousin Mary's fingertips. The arc of the new flight path had it flying towards the edge where the groomsmen were standing. The stems hit Gideon in the face as his daughter's tiny hands fisted in the lace edging. She couldn't help a wide smile at the giggle and kick the three year old gave before little Erica dragged the bouquet tight against the front of her dress. "Fawas, Daddy, I catched da fawas."

"Yeah you did, baby girl, but you aren't allowed to get married for a long, long time yet." Gideon lifted her off his shoulder to hook an arm around her legs. JJ felt Spence slide an arm around her waist and lean his chin on her shoulder. His hand spread wide over her stomach and she just knew he was imagining having a little girl of their own. What that little girl might look like. Holding her close like Gideon was holding his baby girl. He cupped a hand around that little girl's cheek and planted a kiss on her forehead. "You have a lot more years to just be my baby girl, right, my Eri?"

"Daddy's little princess." Elle couldn't resist that much cuteness, moving to put an arm around her husband and running her fingers through her baby girl's curls.

JJ bit her lip and clutched Spence's hand closer to her stomach, cuddling into the grip of his arms around her. "Someday, my Jay-bird, someday we'll have one of those." His hand rubbed lower to rest between her hipbones, fingers spread wide over her dress. "Maybe more than one."

She could see them in her mind, two blonde little girls with their father's eyes. "Not until we get out of here and out of these clothes we won't."

Lips touched the side of her neck and it was all she could do to hold still. "Soon, my JJ, soon." His hands shifted against her hips and he turned her to face him. "But there's something else we need to do before the slow dance." Spence smiled into her eyes before lifting one of her hands to his lips. "Stay right here." His eyes flicked to her lips before he let go of her fingers and headed across the floor. "Elle, are we ready?"

//What is he up to?\\ JJ watched Elle put a chair in the middle of the floor and slip something out of the pocket of Gideon's tux jacket. "We're set, Reid. Ready when you are." This had something to do with making Spence blush earlier.

He took off the tux jacket and hung it on the back of the chair. On his way back to her side, Spence unbuttoned and rolled up his cuffs a few inches. JJ fought to control her urge to unbutton those shirt buttons as casually as he'd undone his cuffs. Her eyes were still locked on the fit of his vest over the long, lean lines of his chest when his hands reached for hers. "Come with me, my Jay-bird, I've got another tradition for you." His smile made her breath catch as her husband guided her to sink onto the chair. Her Spence pressed a soft kiss to her lips and took a step back. "You have something I'm supposed to take off you. And I'm not supposed to use my hands." He glanced over his shoulder and put both hands behind his back.

Elle grinned and dangled a pair of handcuffs from one finger. "It's not often that I get to do this. Hold still, Reid." The metal clinked around his wrists before he turned back to give her his eyes. //Dear sweet heaven, Spence…\\ The heat in his face sent her pulse racing and clenched her hands in the folds of her skirt. He usually looked at her like that before he climbed into bed without anything between them at all. And now he was wearing that look of desperate need like his heart on his sleeve.

"Spence," Her hand moved on its own to reach for him, fingertips sliding down the front of his shirt as he moved closer.

"No, JJ. Hands on the arms of the chair." His knees hit the ground in front of her toes, his body leaned back to be out of her reach. "You don't get to use your hands either, sweetheart." A groan was sitting at the back of her throat but she knew her husband very well. Spencer Reid wasn't going to budge an inch until she put her hands where he wanted them. Usually he wanted to be touched. She sank her teeth into her lip to keep the words in her mind off her lips. JJ dragged her hands back to clench her fingers around the wooden arms. "That's a good girl." He leaned forward with a smile. "Now put that pretty ankle up here." One lean shoulder angled forward in invitation.

She could already feel it, could feel those lips high against her inner thigh. His hair would fall against her knee on the way up her leg. Like hell was she going to be able to keep her hands off him when he put his mouth that close. "Spence…" Her fingers started uncurling from the wood when he shook his head and gave her a smile.

"No, JJ, the tradition with the garter is no hands. Lock those fingers or I will ask Morgan and Hotch for their cuffs." Her first thought was that they wouldn't dare handcuff her at her own wedding… but then they both smiled at her in a particular manner over their wives' shoulders. //Oh yes, those two would dare to cuff me at my own wedding.\\ JJ knew she was glaring gently at Spence as she curled her fingers back around the arms of the chair and rested her ankle on his shoulder. "That's my good girl. My sweet JJ."

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There was nothing in the world more beautiful than the look on her face when she helplessly reached out for him. Nothing in the world felt better than the first taste of her skin on his tongue and the shiver he felt trembling through her body. Reid found himself smiling against the skin of her ankle as her grip made the arms of the chair squeak just a little.

She was bound just as tightly as he was. And that was beautiful too.

Reid stroked his cheek up the curve of her calf, dragging the silk and lace of her dress higher. At the back of her knee, he stopped again for another kiss. A flick of his tongue over her skin put the most gorgeous sound on her lips, something between a sigh and a gasp. Then he just had to do it again, hoping for another sound just like the first one. But what he got was almost better. His JJ groaned his name as every inch of her body trembled and tightened. //That's my girl. Need me, sweetheart. Want me as much as I want you.\\

He wanted to see her face, to watch what she was feeling move over her expression. Reid rubbed his cheek against the edge of her thigh just above her knee. Turning his head, he placed a soft, wet open mouth kiss against the inside of her thigh with his eyes locked on her face. Her eyes fluttered, her teeth sank into her lip, and every inch of her body shifted to invite him closer. He knew exactly what she was seeing behind her eyelids and he could almost taste the slick need of her on his tongue. //Soon, my Jay-bird, very soon.\\ Angling his head, Reid edged his nose under the fluffy hem of her skirt and dragged his cheek flush against her skin, higher and higher up her thigh.

"Spence," Every gorgeous inch of her body simply stuttered around the sound of his name. That was exactly the tone and pitch she used in his bed. He loved it.

"I'm right here, JJ. I got you. And I'm about to get that garter too. Hold still for me, just a little longer." The look in her eyes told him he was asking for the impossible, but he knew she could do anything for him. At her nod, he pushed the skirt a little higher and spotted the lacy blue edge of his target. The garter had no idea how lucky it was to be wrapped around one of the most beautiful stretches of skin on the planet. "There it is." Reid dropped one more kiss just above the strip of elastic before lifting his lips entirely from her skin. "Hmm, how should I get that off you without my hands?"

"Quickly, Spence. Hurry, please." He adored her voice and the heat it held. But if he spoke right now, it wouldn't be anything fit for public ears. Nodding, Reid caught the edge of the fabric in his teeth and started a smooth drag down her thigh. The tension in her muscles made him stop for a moment, for a soft kiss to the softest of skin inside the bend of her knee. He adored the sudden grip of her hands on his shoulders and the gasp that almost sounded like his name. Now he could hurry since he'd gotten her to lose a little control first.

"That's it, Jay-bird, I got you." It took a little twist of his head to get the elastic over her ankle and down her foot. The high heel tried to tangle in the lace edging, making Reid pause with his face resting against her calf. "Illogical women's shoes,"

"That's not what you said about the red stilettos I wore for you last week." The sigh in her voice made his hands shake. He remembered those shoes… very fondly… and the fact that she had worn nearly nothing with them.

Reid let himself look up for the sight of heat in her eyes. "Then I got to use my hands." Taking a breath, he kissed the arch of her foot before clamping his teeth into the lace and working the garter over her toes. Rising high on his knees, Reid leaned up between her knees to drop the garter into her lap. "And so did you." Before his eyes JJ let go of the chair arms and ran those hands up his chest to pull him closer. Those hands were warm against his skin as his wife cupped his face and led him in for a soft, sweet kiss. A twist of her tongue against his brought a groan to his chest and a sharp pain to his wrists when he automatically tried to reach for her. "Hmm, Jay-bird, where's the key so I can use my hands now too?"

He could feel the smile curve her lips before she laughed just a little. "And ruin this whole helpless and handcuffed look? I could do anything with you."

"You already can, JJ." Reid found himself smiling back and leaning closer into her arms. "But without the handcuffs I can do more with you." He felt her trembling against his chest before his wife pulled her hands back, leaving his skin just a little cold. She smiled against his lips before she pulled her lips back too.

"Turn around, Spence, and I'll set you free." Her hands found and removed the handcuff key from the lace of the garter. Such soft, delicate little fingers. But they always felt so good on his skin. And if he wanted those hands on him, he had to pull away for a moment. Reid turned on his knees to present her with his bound hands. "That's my good boy."

Those gorgeous fingers stroked over his wrists in the process of unlocking the cuffs. As soon as he was free, Spence was on his feet and pulling his wife up into his arms for a kiss. Her arms curled sweetly around his neck, the garter still in her hand brushing his skin. //Oh, yeah. Part of the tradition is still left.\\ With a low moan, he pulled back with a soft smile. "Hold that thought, Jaybird." Snagging that garter from her fingers with a kiss to her palm, Reid turned around. "Bachelors, front and center."

At the very front of the crowd stood little Cody and Danny, each wearing a wide smile and positioned like a linebacker about to go for a tackle. //Family is the best.\\

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