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Sex and Pizza

The door to the house looked very unyielding in the low light reflecting from the street. He stood there staring at it, wondering if he should just turn around and leave. It was not his fault that she had lost her temper. He hadn't done anything wrong. He squared his shoulders and put his hand on the doorknob.

The living room was dark but for one lamp in the corner that burned low enough so that the room fell half into shadow. "JJ…" He called out from habit more than any affection.

"In the kitchen," she said.

He dropped his bag on the entryway table and went to the kitchen. His heart, which normally sang at the sound of her voice, beat hard for another reason. It had been the longest three days of his life on this case. He'd barely been able to concentrate on work, nearly missing the vital clue to finding the missing girl.

"Hi," she said nervously.

She stood in the middle of the kitchen looking beautiful and afraid in a new pair of blue jeans and a dark red tank top.

"Hi," he said.

She sighed. "I'm sorry for the other night."

"Are you?"

She stepped forward and he stepped back. "Yes, I'm sorry. I haven't slept since you left Spence."

"Don't call me that." Reid snapped.

He watched her beautiful face pale and her eyes drop to the floor.

"You don't get to butter me up with that name." He continued. "You say you haven't slept." He went on relentlessly. "Well, I haven't closed my eyes in three days. I'm exhausted and disgusted with my job and my life that's lost its magic because you aren't there."

"I'm sorry."

He found he couldn't stop his feet from striding forward or his hand from grabbing her shoulders. "I love you more than anything in this world, except for my mother, and you treat me like I -"

She reached up and framed his face with her hands. The touch of her soft skin on his cheeks sent his heart racing into overdrive. He watched her eyes move closer to him as though it were slow motion. Then her lips met his and his blood fired hot in passion rather than anger. His brain and common sense lost the battle with his overtaxed emotions and his hormones.

Her mouth greedily devoured his until he couldn't breathe anymore and had to pull away. She stared at him, her breasts heaving with pent up emotion. "Spencer…"

He pulled her back into his arms, his hands found their way to her jeans clad bottom. He worked his tongue along the edge of her jaw and she gasped aloud. He buried his hands in her long golden hair pulling it up so that he could breathe in the scent of jasmine that always surrounded her.

She licked the outer edge of his ear and he groaned. The pressure in his slacks increased to the point of near pain. He picked her up and carried her to the counter top.

"Spencer… I don't think -"

He decided not to listen to her voice or the voice in his head that told him this was the least opportune time for sex. He should be talking not pawing at her like a randy teenager.

"Shh…" He said tracing one long finger down her face. "I don't want to talk."

Her lovely eyes, almost black with passion wouldn't leave his face as he pulled off her tank to reveal her bare breasts. His hands, very fond of her bosom, stroked them until the nipples rose up hard and turgid under his fingers.

She writhed and moaned under his touch. He pulled the zipper on her jeans, lifting her hips so that he could pull them off.

"You have too many clothes on," she breathed, as he took in the red thong she wore.

"Why don't you help me with that?"

She began sucking on his Adam's apple while her fingers lowered the zipper on his pants. She pushed her hands into his boxers sliding them to the floor. One hand closed over his throbbing erection and stroked him. Waves of pleasure nearly knocked him off his feet.

"Slow down," he hitched out his breath pushing her hand away.

He rid her of her thong and pulled her up close so that her legs wrapped around him. He drove into her pumping his hips like a piston. He covered her mouth with his lips so that her moans were swallowed as though they'd never left her lungs.

It was over much faster than he wanted, but his body wouldn't let him hold back after JJ cried out and tightened around him. He let the orgasm take him so high he almost lost his hold on the world and JJ. He opened his eyes moments later to shaking legs and heaving breaths.

"Spencer?"

He could see the question in her eyes that he didn't know how to answer, because he was supposed to be angry. He stepped out of his pants, picked them up and left the kitchen. He decided a shower to cool off, and some distance might be the best thing at that moment.

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She pulled on one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers. The doorbell rang just as the shower turned off. She jumped in surprise and then remembered the food she ordered. The young man at the door goggled at her dress as he handed her a large pizza, cheese bread and a liter of soda.

"Thanks…" She shut the door on his leer and took the food to the kitchen.

Reid entered the kitchen in a pair of his favorite sleep pants and a dark blue tee shirt that read Comic-Con 2000 across the front in gold letters.

"What's all this?" He asked opening the pizza box. "Sweet…" He exclaimed happily, pulling a slice free from the rest of the pie.

"It's your favorite. Garcia called me as soon as you were on the ground. I called for delivery and here we are. It's a good thing the delivery guy didn't get here ten minutes earlier."

She smiled to see his blush. "Reminds me of that first time we had sex on the counter."

Reid rolled his eyes. "You mean the second time we had sex before we even discussed dating." He reminded her.

"I remember that you were so freaked out afterward. You thought sex on the counter was totally unhygienic."

"Very funny," but he couldn't look her in the eye.

She pulled some of the cheese bread free of the paper bag. "Why do we always give in to lust when we're mad?" She asked him.

"Often when people are dealing with intense emotions in a relationship, it leads to sex. The release of hormones during climax can relieve stress, or pain or -"

"Really?" She interrupted, while grabbing her own slice of pizza.

"JJ!"

She bit into Reid's favorite super supreme combination pizza and chewed for a minute. "I didn't mean for you to come in here and this to happen. I wanted to talk to you."

"So that's why you ordered all my favorite stuff." He opened and poured out the soda into waiting glasses.

"It was a gesture of goodwill."

"You are the diplomat." He said.

"I really am sorry Spence. I had a lot of time to think about what I said the other night." She reached over and took one of his hands. "I'm not embarrassed by you. I want to marry you. In fact, I think what you did to Strauss was awesome."

"Then why -"

She put her hand up to his mouth. "I was afraid." She said softly.

He put down the half-eaten pizza and touched her face. "I don't understand."

"We've been through so much, your kidnapping, the Dilaudid, Gideon leaving, your shooting. It's like we're in the middle of some soap opera or television drama where the writers have to keep the popular couple apart or unhappy because it's more fun that way."

He stared at her like she was speaking Arabic.

"I just mean that now I have another job. Our lives are separate from the BAU. Everyone knows about us now."

"Oh, so you liked the secrecy and now that we're outed you feel cheated." He said logically.

It was her turn to blush bright red. "That's not true." She protested.

"Yes it is." He argued calmly. "You think we'll lose our spark now that we don't have to keep a huge secret."

"Spencer Reid!"

"We've been together for three years." He said pulling more cheese bread from the bag. "I know how you think."

She ripped at the paper bag that held the rest of the cheese bread. She couldn't look up at him because he was right. "Okay, I admit it. Are you happy?"

"No, I'm not happy. How can I be happy when you're so stressed over something that's not going to happen?"

She stood up and climbed into his lap. "How do you know?"

"Because I'm not going to let it, I love you JJ. It's not because we're star crossed and doomed to failure. If I believe that, I wouldn't have asked you to marry me."

She felt something that had lived like a rock in her chest burst apart. "I'm sorry I messed it up for you."

He smirked. "Why don't I tell you what you can do to make it up to me?"

She rolled her eyes. "What do you want?"

He whispered in her ear.

"Okay, but we're going need your hand cuffs." She advised.