UnSub's POV
Spencer follows me up the wooden bridge type slope to my front door and I unlock it. I let him go in first, then I shut the door behind me. I put my bag on the floor, and offer Spencer a seat on the couch. As soon as you come into my house, you're in the living room, it's rather convenient.
"Would you like a cup of anything?" I ask, and walk to the kitchen that branches off from the living room.
Apart from the bedroom and bathroom, my house is open plan, so I can still see Spencer. He nods. "A cup of coffee, one sugar and milk please." He chirps.
"Coming right up. Pick a movie if you want." I say to him as I wait for the kettle to boil. He kneels in front of my large TV, and looks through the DVD's I have on the small stand underneath it.
When I've made our drinks, I place them either side of the couch on the floor, and then I sit down next to him. He plays the movie he selected for us.
It's an old romantic horror movie that I've only seen in about ten times; it's a really good film. I wonder if Reid actually enjoys these type of movies...I mean, after working around gore all day, I would've thought he'd steer away from this sort of entertainment. On the other hand, I only have thirty-something movies, and at least thirty of them are horror's or thrillers, so he didn't really have much choice. I'm surprised that he picked the only romantic one though.
We watch the opening scene, and neither of us are phased when a teenage girl is brutally murdered. I'm fascinated by the fake blood, and Reid looks like he couldn't care less what he was watching. I think Emily's death has really gotten to him. He looks so numb; I wasn't expecting him to take it this hard.
We've been watching the movie in silence for a while, when my favourite scene comes on. It's just been revealed who the murderer is, but not before 5 gruesome crimes. The murderer has just killed a girl, when his own girlfriend comes home. He tries to get rid of her, but she insists on staying, and invites herself in. She discovers the body, and he panics. He's about to hit her with a vase when she turns around, and she's smiling. "My my my, hasn't someone been a bad boy." She says in her 1950's 'accent'. He looks confused, and before he can do anything else, she pins him against the wall and kisses him. The scene is romantic in a strange way, and extremely thrilling. They're both so powerful, and you can see it in the way that they move together. Little does he know, that she's also a killer, and he's her muse. It's murderously magical, and it captures my attention and imagination every time.
I'm distracted when Reid drapes his arm around my neck. I look at him, and for the first time since I met him, I can't read him; I can't tell what he's thinking. He pulls me closer to himself, and kisses me...Wow, he's an amazing kisser. It feels nicer than I want it to, and I feel things I haven't felt in a long time. Comfort and security, but more importantly I feel loved.
I'm surprised he hasn't ended the kiss, but at the same time I'm not, because he's not himself right now. He tugs at the hem of my shirt as we explore each others mouths, and we pull away just long enough so that he can pull it over my head. His kiss isn't gentle. It's passionate and fierce, like he's angry at the world, and this is how he wants to deal with it. I'm okay with that.
Fuck my plan. I want him more right now. He lays down on the sofa and pulls me down with him. I swing my leg over his body, so I'm resting on top of him. I pause the kiss again, and rip open his shirt. Buttons fly everywhere, but neither of us care. The top gets thrown on the floor, followed by the rest of our clothes, and then we get down to business.
I'm in love...