After Henry was born and Spencer and I got engaged, life went back to normal. Spencer and I were making a lot more effort to be open with each other instead of hiding away when we had bad days, but luckily nothing too major had come up. My life was fairly drama free and Spencer's cases had all been fairly tame, well at least tame by serial killer standards. Things were nice and calm which was refreshing after the last few months we'd had.
Spencer was on his way home from a case in Atlanta one Sunday when I had no classes so I decided to make use of the time and roll out my mat. I didn't usually practice at home since I spent most of my days in an actual yoga studio, but I'd slept funny the night before and had spent the day cleaning the apartment so I was feeling a bit tight and figured I could use a stretch.
I was halfway through the practice I'd planned when Spencer came home. He startled slightly as he found in the middle of downward dog, but relaxed when he realized what I was doing.
"Hey, Spence," I smiled, peering at him from between my legs.
I lowered my knees to the mat then pressed back into child's pose for a moment to stretch out my back before turning to the side to face Spencer.
"You can't even give your poor muscles one day off?" He asked, an amused smiled on his face.
"I was feeling tight," I shrugged. "I was mostly just stretching things out a bit."
"That looked like more than stretching to me."
"Downward dog can be a resting pose once you get used to it," I smiled as an idea hit me. "Why don't you join me for the rest of my practice?"
"No, I don't think so," Spencer shook his head looking horrified at the thought. "I'm fine, not tight at all."
"That's such a lie!" I insisted, shaking my head at his obvious mistruth. "You're always tight! Especially after a case and a long flight home."
"Then I'll buy a neck massager."
The smile on Spencer's face made it clear he was joking, but I frowned anyway.
"You never want to do yoga with me..."
The pout on my face showed my displeasure at his answer and he sighed.
"We've talked about this before, Mick," He reminded me. "It's just not my thing."
"But if you've never tried it, how do you know that?" I asked. "Just give me ten minutes then you never have to do it again even if you do love it. I won't mention it again."
Spencer looked torn, but after a moment of hesitation, he nodded.
"Alright, just let me change and I'll give it a try."
"Yay!" I grinned, clapping my hands. "You won't regret it, I promise."
He didn't look convinced, but reluctantly went to get changed.
A few minutes later, Spencer reappeared wearing loose sweatpants and a t-shirt.
"Alright, let's get this over with," He sighed, sitting next to me.
"The first step is a positive attitude so paste a smile on, please," I teased him earning myself a big, fake cheesy grin from Spencer. "Okay, so, we'll start on our hands and knees and do some simple movements to stretch out your back."
I guided Spencer through cat cow pose, an easy stretch where you slowly alternate between arching and rounding your back. Spencer followed my instructions perfectly and I could see him relax slightly as we repeated the movement a few times. Next I made him tuck under his toes and press up into downward dog and that's where the complaining started.
"My shoulders are aching," Spencer whined after holding the pose for barely five seconds.
"That's because you're weak," I teased, rolling my eyes.
"Hey! That's not very nice," He protested indignantly. "I hope this isn't how you speak to all your students."
"No, the ones that pay me get things a bit more sugarcoated," I assured him. "Now gently lift your right leg up high behind you and step it through between your hands."
I executed the move perfectly and watch with a giggle as Spencer awkwardly thudded his way through it. I then instructed him to lift up into warrior pose and could see him shaking as he concentrating on holding it properly. Knowing that he wasn't exactly known for his muscle strength, I moved him on quickly, guiding him back down to a low lunge before telling him to step his leg back into a plank. That's when he gave up, letting himself fall to the carpet onto his chest.
"I can't do it," He groaned. "My arms are already killing me."
I giggled from my plank position and rolled my eyes.
"You didn't even make it five minutes," I teased. "But alright, I guess you gave it a shot."
I lowered my elbows slightly so I could press up into upward dog before moving back into downward dog. With Spencer watching from the cross legged position he'd moved into, I repeated what I'd shown him on the other side to even it out before stretching back into child's pose for a moment.
"It's amazing watching you do that," Spencer informed me as I crawled over to sit in his lap, my legs wrapping around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. "You're really strong."
"That's pretty basic stuff, Spence," I giggled. "Even my beginners can do that. I think we need to work on your strength a bit, maybe Derek will take you to the gym with him."
"I don't think so," Spencer quickly dismissed the idea, a look of horror on his face as his hands cupped my bum to keep me supported. "Besides, what I lack in muscle I make up for in charm, a woman even asked for my number at work today."
"Oh, did she now?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at the little smirk on his face. "And why are you charming women while you're out of town on cases?"
"I told you, Morgan thinks I have no experience with 'the ladies' as he calls it," Spencer explained. "We were handing out flyers with pictures of the unsub so the women in one of the clubs he frequents would be on the look out and I went about it the proper, professional way whereas Morgan charmed his way into four phone numbers. He saw my lack of success and decided to 'school' me in how to win them over and made me talk to the bartender, give her the profile and ask questions."
"Sounds like I need to have a word with Derek Morgan," I glared playfully. "Engaged men should not be flirting with or winning over any women that they are not engaged to."
"I just did it to prove to him that I could," Spencer assured me. "Even though he still assumes it was all because of his coaching despite the fact that I'm the one who's happily engaged and he's the one who's alone."
I smiled at Spencer's comment, but had more questions to ask.
"So how did you do it?" I asked. "How did you win her over?"
Spencer's cheeks grew slightly pink as he answered me.
"Magic..." I tried not to laugh, knowing how proud Spencer was of his magic tricks, but the smirk on my face gave away my amusement. "What? I like magic and I'm good at it. It impresses some people."
"I know! It's cute, I could see why it would win her over," I insisted, feeling bad for the pout that was on his face. "I'm just glad that I did most of the charming when we started dating."
"That's not true," Spencer protested. "I pulled out all the stops for you. I set up a table on top of the library of congress and bought you desserts from your favourite bakery. I was incredibly romantic."
"Awe, that's true. You were such a gentleman," I smiled at the memory. "Seems like such a long time ago now..."
"Two years," Spencer nodded. "Feels like I've known you for a lifetime, but it's gone by so fast."
"Time flies when you're having fun," I smiled, playing with his hair. "Or, I guess, time also flies when you're constantly stressing each other out by being kidnapped or attacked by crazy stalkers."
Spencer laughed, but nodded, his nose rubbing against mine as he did so.
"There's been more fun than stress though," He insisted. "At least for me, I know it's hard on you when I go away."
"I'm getting used to it," I shrugged. "I miss you and I worry, but the good still definitely outweighs the bad."
"Good," Spencer smiled as our lips hovered just barely apart. I could feel the tension building as I shifted my hips gently against his, but I resisted the urge to kiss him as he
started to speak again. "You know, I could think of one magic trick that might impress you..."
"Go on..."
"Well I have an excellent track record of making your clothes disappear."
I stared at him for a moment before tossing my head back laughing.
"Oh my god," I wheezed as I fought to control my giggles. "That was so cheesy, you've killed the moment."
"I'm sure I can revive it," Spencer smirked before attaching his lips to my neck.
I continued to giggle as he traced kisses up my jaw until he finally captured my lips with his. I instantly felt a flush of heat run through my body, tightening my grip on his neck to keep him close. It didn't take long before I could feel how much Spencer was enjoying it. The position we were in, his loose sweatpants and my tiny yoga shorts didn't put much between us and his bulge became obvious. Instinctively I rolled my hips against his and a soft moan fell from his lips.
"Watching you move like that, doing your yoga," Spencer started, his breathing heavy and his voice low. "It was really entrancing."
I smiled, moving my hands down over his chest until my hands were at the hem of his shirt.
"Entrancing?" I asked, sliding my hands upwards again, taking his shirt with them. "Do you mean arousing? Was it sexy?"
"Mhmm," Spencer groaned in agreement as I pulled his shirt over his head.
"I was hoping you'd catch me," I admitted. "That's why I wore this outfit."
I saw Spencer's eyes drift down to my sports bra that I was almost bursting out of with each deep breath, enjoying the view for a moment before looking back to my eyes.
"Naughty girl..."
Before I could respond, he captured my lips again, his hands roaming over my back, sending shivers down my spine. I arched my back towards him, pressing my chest against his, rubbing our hips together once again. He practically growled against my lips at the sensation and slid his hands under the back of my bra. He pushed it up frantically, but with it being a sports bra, it resisted. After he struggled to move it much, I reached down and lifted it from the front, wiggling in a much less sexy way to get it over my head.
"Why is it so tight?" He grumbled, annoyed by the delay.
"That's how it holds things in place," I giggled. "Plus it's a bit small for me, but it makes my boobs look nicer than my other ones."
Spencer smiled, shaking his head.
"You really did want me tonight, huh?"
I nodded before pulling him in for another kiss, but he had other ideas. He dodged my lips and attached his mouth back to my neck, trailing kisses down to my chest. Before he'd even made any contact with my nipple, I was moaning and squirming on top of him. He chuckled at my enthusiasm before sucking it into his mouth as his hand teased the other. I moved my hands back to his hair, gripping it tightly as he continued to lick, bite and tease my nipples until I couldn't take it anymore.
I moaned, pulling his hair just hard enough to get him to stop what he was doing and as he looked up at me, he instantly knew what I wanted. With a nod, he tapped my bum with his hand, urging me to move. I quickly pushed myself off his lap, just long enough for me to slip out of my shorts and underwear and for him to slide down his sweatpants and kick them away.
Spencer watched as I squatted back down, pressing his chest slightly.
"Lean back," I instructed.
He nodded and leaned back on his palms as I hovered over him before finally sinking down and taking him inside me. Both of our heads tipped back as pleasurable sounds fell from our lips. I took a minute to enjoy the sensation before I hooked my arms around his shoulders again for stability and began slowly moving up and down. I watched him for a minute, his head still hanging back, his eyes closed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard and soft groans steadily came from his mouth with every move I made. The sight alone had a familiar sensation building inside me.
I leaned forward slightly to press a kiss to Spencer's neck, but the shift in angle made me gasp. Spencer noticed and moved a hand to my back, holding me in the same position, almost chest to chest with him.
"Does that-" He groaned as I nipped at his neck. "Does that feel good?"
"Mhmm," I moaned, moving my hips just a little bit faster. "So good, Spence. S'the perfect spot."
And it was. The angle I'd moved to let Spencer slide deep inside me, while my nipples and my clit caught friction against his body. I could feel my legs start to tremble as my orgasm grew closer, but I powered through, bouncing harder against him. He mumbled words of encouragement in my ear as I felt his muscles begin to tense as well until, after a few more thrusts of my hips, I saw stars. I gasped and moaned, desperately trying to keep my hips moving as my muscles clenched around Spencer until I felt his orgasm follow mine.
I rested my head on his chest as he lowered his arms down to lay on his back.
"I should go on top more often," I mused as his hand came up to play with my hair.
"No complaints from me," He smiled, his chest moving as he talked. "Especially since we just discovered which of us is by far the stronger one."
"Hmm, then maybe I should stay on the bottom," I teased. "So you can at least get some kind of strength building exercise in your life."
Spencer moved his hand down to gentle swat my bum in protest as I giggled and rolled off of him to get away, but staying close enough to curl up at his side.
We probably would have looked ridiculous if anyone could see, with our clothes thrown around the living room, laying naked together between our coffee table and a yoga mat, but it felt good.
It felt good to be spontaneous, passionate, loving, goofy and all the other things that came out when we had sex. It felt good to lay next to the love of my life without a care in the world for once.
It felt good to be happy.
