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*** This chapter contains a lemon scene.***

Chapter #50

Reid softly knocked on the door, before opening it. He saw Ashley in bed, sleeping on her stomach, with the blanket kicked off. Her jeans were slung over the arm of the couch. Bailey lay on the couch, chewing on something that he hoped it wasn't one of their shoes.

He quietly went inside, and started to pull up the blankets over her where he noticed that she was only wearing her shirt and panties. She stirred in her sleep, opening her green eyes at him.

"Hey," she said, rubbing her eyes.

"Go back to sleep, I didn't mean to wake up, I just wanted to check on you," he whispered. She smiled, shaking her head no. She rolled on her side, holding her head up with her hand.

"I'm OK. Is Derek still here?"

He shook his head no as he sat down by her side, "He left about an hour ago. We finally did talk," he said. Ashley silently breathes a sigh of relief. He brushed her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

"You don't have to stay."

"I know, but I want to."

"So big mouth forgiven?"

He smiled, "I was just surprised that you did that." She smiled at him, sitting up, and sliding her arms underneath his.

"I knew that you were still troubled about what happened. I had to try." Reid slide closer to her, holding her.

"I'm glad that you did." She pulled back, looking at him with her emerald-green eyes. "

"I had to do something, I was afraid that you might give in once you left the house," she said. He nodded his head as he ran his hand up and down her arms.

"Your team is like ants," she stated.

"Excuse me," he said, surprise that she just compared his team to insects.

"I watched this TV show about ants a few days ago. It showed how ants lived and it reminded me a lot about you and your family." He raised his eyebrows up. "Those ants worked as a team, everyone has a job, whether it is to gather food, build their homes or protects the Queen. They worked as a well oiled machine like the BAU."

He tilted his head to one side as she continued, "Everyone in your team has different talents, different strengths. Derek has the muscles. Emily has the diplomatic skills. You can figure out complex patterns in the matter of seconds. Penny is the computer expert. JJ deals with the press. Hotch is the leader. And Dave." She paused, scratched on top of her head, thinking.

"OK, Dave is a writer and a charmer. But the point is your team is like a machine. If one part breaks down, the whole machine breaks down." He gave her a half-smile.

"Except if I bet you a million dollars that someone can come up with a computer program to be like your team. To be the BAU team, solving cases. It would fail."

"OK," he said, not understanding her.

"A computer lacks a heart," she explaining, pointing to his chest. "It does not know how the victims or their families really feel. Or even how the unsub feels. That is why your team is your family. That is why you all care for each other and support each other."

Reid, smiled, amazed at her explanation. "How did you figure this out?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "I told you, I have been trained to observe and read people," she said, taking his hand into her own where she pulled him closer.

She kissed him where he returned it. She could taste the banana pancakes in his kiss. He stood up, pulling back the blankets before sitting back down.

He held out his arms and she moved on to his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, nestling his head on her shoulder.

She wrapped his arms around his shoulders, as she yawns. "Excuse me," she said, covering her mouth.

He looked up at her, "Come on, you need to lie back down. I'll rub your back." Ashley slides off his lap and Reid picked up the bottle of lotion that was sitting on top of her dresser.

Ashley pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her black bra on. She lowered her straps down to her shoulders. She moved her long hair to the front. Reid straddled over her, gently massaging her back.

She smiled, "That feels great." He smiled, as he rubbed the knots out of her shoulders.

"Oh, I almost forgot. The copy of the contract is over there," she said, raising her hand up, pointing to the table in front of the couch.

"I will look at it later," he softly whispered. "Just relax." She lowered her hand back down, where she tucked her hair behind her ear.

She raised her head up a few moments later, "Did I tell you that you are the best boyfriend."

He raised his eyebrows up, "Actually you have. At the hospital, remember. You told me after I gave you that elephant." She smiled, remembering.

She twisted her body around where she kissed him. She wrapped her arms around him as she sat up. Reid stepped forward, setting his knee on the bed, causing it to dip. He leaned forward where he laid his hands on her bare shoulders. She felt her bra straps being threaded through his fingers, playing with the material.

Ashley wrapped her fingers around his arms, as she gently pulled him down. Reid sat on the bed. Ashley climbed back onto his lap again.

"Ashley, we can't, the Ashburtons." he said between kisses.

She smiled, knowing that he wasn't really stopping her. In fact, she can feel his member straining through his pants.

She pulled back. "Ah, fuck them," she said. She stuck her thumbs through the straps where she slides them up and down along the straps, teasing him. She set them back on her shoulders. She leaned forward, picking up her shirt. She slides her arms through the holes.

"If you don't want to, that is OK," she said, pulling her shirt over her head.

"I would rather fuck you instead," he said which cause Ashley to raised her eyebrows up at him. She was totally taken aback by he just had said. He never had used the F word in front of her.

He kissed her again, before pulling away. He held up his right index finger at her.

"Wait, wait," he said. He gently lifted her off of his lap, setting her right him. He climbed off of the bed.

Ashley watched him walking over to Bailey who was still lying on the couch, still gnarling on a shoe, not paying any particular attention to them. Reid grabbed him by his collar with one hand and the chew up shoe with his other. Holding the shoe by his fingers, cringing that he was touching his slobber.

He pulled Bailey off of the couch, "Come on," he said. He led him to the bedroom door.

"Sorry, but three is definitely a crowd," he explained as he opened the door. He held the shoe in front of Bailey as he took it in his mouth. Then letting go of his collar, Bailey walked out of the bedroom. He closed the door, wiping his hand on his pants.

He turned around, seeing his girlfriend standing there by the bed. The votive candles that were sitting on her dresser were already burning. He looked at her bathroom then back to her. She nodded her head. He quickly went to the bathroom where he washed his hands.

Coming out of the bathroom, he noticed that Ashley had already drawn the curtains closed so that her bedroom had this soft candlelight glow. He noted the foiled condom was sitting on her nightstand. He walked up to her where he wrapped his arms around her waist.

He gently kissed her as they started to slow dance in a small circle. He ran his hands through her long hair as he gently undid her barrette. Her long hair fell forward and he brushed it away from her face.

Ashley unbuttoned his green sweater, pushing it off down his arms, dropping it on the floor. Reid then slowly pulled up her shirt in an upward motion as she held up her arms so he could pull it over her head. He dropped it on the floor.

Ashley unbuttoned his beige shirt, pushing it apart before kissing his bare chest and neck. A moan escapes his lips as he closes his eyes.

He pulled back, bending his head down, kissing her. During which his hands slide along the material of her bra to where he touched the clasp with both of his hands.

He struggled, trying to unhook her bra. She stepped closer to him, sliding her arms around his waist. She remembered the last time, he tore off a button of her blouse and she didn't want him to be ripping one of her good bras apart.

"Just do one hook at a time," she whispered in his ear. Taking her advice, he unhooked her bra, one hook at a time until it was undone.

Ashley kissed his Adam's apple as she stepped back. Reid held onto her straps, pulling them down off of her arms, dropping it on the floor.

Standing on her toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck as they danced in a small circle. She felt his warmth pressed against her skin.

They danced for a few moments before Ashley took a step back. She undid his belt and then his gray pants.

Gently and slowly, she pulled them down his legs as Reid stepped out of them and his shoes at the same time. Leaving his mismatched socks and his boxers on.

Wrapping her hand around his shin, she slides her fingers inside his purple stripe sock where Reid lifted his foot and she took off his sock, setting it aside. Taking his other foot, she pulled off his brown argyle sock. She stood up, looking into his brown eyes.

"Why do you always wear mismatched socks," she asked. He smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

"I just like to wear them like that." She let out a laugh, holding him close to her.

"Don't ever change Dr. Reid. Don't ever change."

He smiled, "I won't." It was Reid's turn to bend down where he blew his hot breath on one of her breasts, making her nipple hardened.

He then kissed her flat stomach as he slid her panties down. His boxers were soon piled on top of hers.

He stood up, pushing them away from them with his foot. He pulled her closer again where they danced in a small circle without any music, except the sound of his heart racing inside of his head.

He stepped back, with his hand on her face.

"What are you looking at," she asked.

"You," he answered. "You are so beautiful." She smiled, looking into his brown eyes.

"What," he asked, noticing her reaction.

"Other men had seen me naked, but with you, it is completely different. I see the love in your eyes." She paused, biting her lower lip. "I feel absolutely happy and at peace." He stepped forward, holding her close to him.

"I don't want to lose that feeling with you ever."

He kissed her, "You won't," he promised. "You are a beautiful woman who had shown me things that I could never learn from books." He continued to slow dance with her in a small circle once again. Ashley slides both of her hands around his waist.

"I love you. I love you for your passion for life. And I love you for your free spirit." She smiled, reaching up on her toes, kissing him.

"And I love you. I love you for being grounded. And I love you for being normal." He smiled, kissing her.

He picked her up in bridal style and he gently laid her on the bed. Ashley laid back as she watched him sitting on the edge of her bed. He picked up the condom from the nightstand. He leaned forward, kissing her again before sliding on the condom on his hard member.

He laid down beside her, taking care of her bad hip. He kissed her neck and she let out a giggle.

He look up, "Sorry, but your whiskers are ticking me," she said.

He raised his eyebrows up, "Really." He rubbed his prickly cheek against her neck where she burst into laughter.

"Stop," she laughed.

He smiled at her. "I think I can find one or two more tickle spots on you," he said, giving her evil look. He ran his hands down her body, ticking her. Ashley couldn't stop laughing, so much she was worried that she might pee on the bed.

She manages to move her hands on his sides where she too started to tickle him in retaliation. Reid started laughing, rolling onto his side as Ashley rolled onto her knees, and kept tickling him.

Reid stop tickling as he slide his right hand down her body where he started rubbing against her clit. She leaned back on his hand, closing her eyes, enjoying his touch. She glides a hand around behind herself as she started massaging his balls.

Reid stopped for a second when he felt her stroking his balls. Looking up at her, he raised his head up, taking a nip on her nipple. He sucked on one of her breasts, gently flicking the nipple with his tongue inside his mouth.

"Ohh," he heard his girlfriend. He wraps an arm around her and with a strong push with his leg; he's now on top of her, grinning like a boyishly evil pirate. And yet, she can see the concern in his eyes.

"You let me know if this makes you uncomfortable with your hip," he whispered. Ashley nodded her head.

Setting himself in a missionary position, he slowly entered her. Moving in and out in a slow, tantalizing motion. This wasn't sex for him. This wasn't the times in the shower or even in the forest.

This was love. He wanted to make love to her. He wanted to show her of how much he loved her. He could feel her hands resting on his hips as her legs wrapped around his body.

He leans his head forward, kissing her again, making sure that he wasn't hurting her. Reading his mind, she shook her head no at him.

His hair fell in front of his face where he shook it away from his face. He wanted to see her without any obstacles blocking his view.

She pulls her hands out and places them gently on his cheeks, "Open your eyes. Look at me when we go over the edge. I want you to know it's ME and I to know its YOU." He nodded his head, kissing her again.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. He looked down at this beautiful woman, a woman who had his heart and he had hers. A woman whom he had seen men eying her in the bar or anywhere else, but she chooses to be with him. She sees the love and concern in his eyes and smiles gently up at him.

He felt her hands letting go of his face, sliding down in front of his chest, stopping at his waist. She moved her legs off of his hip and placed them back on the bed, spreading them a further apart.

"Always and forever," she whispered.

Ashley feels the edge approaching wanting to crash over her like a wave, but she takes a deep breath and focuses for a moment to hold it off just a little longer. She can see the glazed look on Reid's half closed eyes and knows he's fighting it as well.

She held onto his head, forcing him to look at him. She moved her legs further back. Biting her lip, wanting to drive over the edge and scream out his name. But she knew that would freak him out.

"Spence," she started to say, forcing it to whisper. She dug into his shoulders. He opened his eyes, looking into her emerald-green eyes as his wave crashed over him.

He collapses on top of her, while still inside of her. He quickly perched himself on his elbows so he wouldn't crush his girlfriend. His hair fell forward as he laid his head face down on the bed, catching his breath. He turned towards her, seeing her still recovering as well through his hair that he didn't bother to brush away from his face.

He kissed her cheek before she leaned her head closer to his face. They didn't have to speak at this moment. He knew that he didn't hurt her and it was absolutely incredible.

After a few moments, he heard clearing her throat.

He looked at her, "Your hip," he asked. She nodded. He rolled onto his back as he slipped out of her. She laid her head on his chest, smiling.

Reid already smiling back, smoothing her hair away from her. Ashley pushed herself up, looking down at him, still smiling.

"That wasn't premarital sex," she finally said pulling the covers over themselves.

He lifted his head up, "Then what was it?"

"Love," she whispered before kissing him. She sat up, setting a pillow behind her for comfort.

"We are pre-engaged and we just made love." He moved his head over to her lap where he looked up at her. She smiled, touching his face.

"What is the difference," he asked. He knew what was the difference, but he wanted to hear it from her.

"Well, we do love each other," she said. He nodded before taking her hand and laying a kiss on it. He threaded his fingers through hers, resting them on his chest.

"It wasn't wham, bam, thank you madam."

"I hope not." She shook her head.

"It was beautiful, gentle, and absolutely wonderful."

"So it was pre-engaged love," he replied as Ashley burst into laughter. Reid moved off of her, lying on his back again. He held up his arm where Ashley laid back down beside him. He wrapped his thin arms around her.

"The teddy bear song," he asked. She smiled at him.

"It's a lullaby that I used to sing to Charlie." Then she went quiet. He kissed her forehead.

"His birthday is less than two months away," she said quietly. He pulled her closer to his body, where she laid her head on his collarbone. He rubbed his hand in a small circular motion on her bare back.

"We will do something special on his birthday, to remember him. I promise." She nodded her head as tears build up in her eyes. She cried quietly. He was about to say something, but he didn't what he should say. And quite honestly, he hoped to God that he never will have to go through that.

He decided when he gets home; he is going to call Garcia to get his file. He knew that he wasn't able to bring her son back, but he hoped he can give her closure.

When she was able to stop, she pulled away from him, except Reid wouldn't let her go.

"Don't," he said. "Don't feel bad or guilty of how you feel right now, alright."

He sat up, pulling out a Kleenex from its box that was on the nightstand. He folded it up in half where Ashley was still lying down. Looking into her emerald-green eyes, he dried her eyes. He knew that this was her biggest trigger of all. This was going to challenge her sobriety.

"Thank you," she whispered. Reid pulled up the blankets over his girlfriend as he settled back down in bed.

"What time do you have to go to work?"

"Ahh," she said, moving her head away from him. She looked over his shoulder to where her alarm clock sat.

"Mary should be here soon," she commented.

"That's nice, but the class, honey?"

She looked at the clock again, "My class starts at six, but I need to be there around five to set up. So . . . I have to be dress, have something to eat and on the road by four thirty." Reid turned his head back to see her clock, noting that he had about four hours before she had to leave.

He kissed her again before letting her go. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He removed the used condom and threw it in the trash.

"I have been thinking," he announced.

"Really," she said as she laid back. Reid leaned in, kissing her.

Between kisses, "You are going to rest."

"OK"

He kissed her again. "I am going to finish the rest of the laundry including my things if that is alright. And I will take Bailey out for a walk. I will make you an omelet or a grilled cheese, whatever when you wake up. And my meeting should be over by the time you are done so I would like you to come over to my place where I will have a late supper waiting for us. I want you to spend the night with me at my place, please."

Ashley smiled, "I would love to. But I am going to have a quick shower before." She climbed out of bed, getting her robe off of corner of her bed.

Reid watched her slip it on as she pulled out one of her drawers. He put on his boxers and his pants on when he saw her still looking in her drawer with worry on her face.

"Hey," he said in a soothing voice, "What's wrong." She looked at him, covering her face with her hands, letting out a sigh.

"It's nothing," she said.

Reid rubbed her back in a small circular motion, "Yes, it is. Please, talk to me." She moved both of her hands up, scratching on top of her hair, letting out a low grunt. She looked at her boyfriend, where he nodded his head, silently encouraging her.

"Doc, something is not right," she said. He looked at her.

"I know this contract doesn't seem right." She shook her head no, patting her chest with her right hand.

"No, I mean me. Something is not right with me." She can see the concern on his face.

"I've been getting headaches, more lately. I'll get them before I go to work. I have been feeling more anxious," she explained, bowing her head down. She rubbed the back of her neck with her hand. Reid stopped rubbing her back, where he pulled her closer to his body.

"I'm having this sense of dread. I don't know how to explain it. But it is a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach," she said, touching her stomach. She looked up at him where he gently touched her face.

"You are still taking your pills?" She nodded yes, biting her lower lip.

"It could be from exhaustion, stress or working at the strip club, those triggers," he offered.

"Or maybe it could be Morgan's cooking?" She shrugged her shoulders.

"Why don't you go and have your shower. I am going to change the sheets." Ashley nodded her where Reid closes the drawer.

"You can decide on what to wear later." She nodded where she reached over, picking up the folded paper with a yellow post-it note with his name on it.

"The contract," she said.

He took it, "Thank you, but I will look at it later," he said.

The bed was already changed when Ashley came out of the shower. Reid offered her one of his shirts which she smiled. He knew that wearing it would make her feel better. He didn't understand because it was just a shirt. He would have to ask JJ or Garcia about this later.

It wasn't long before Ashley was sound asleep in the bed. He opened the door, letting Bailey in. He jumped on the bed, where he laid down beside her.

He opened his messenger bag and he pulled out a small Ziploc bag. Her purse was sitting on the cotton candy pink couch which was open. He carefully pulled out her orange pill bottle.

Remembering what Smythe had told her, was Rose able to switch her pills? Looking over his shoulder, seeing that she was still sleeping, only Bailey was awake, watching him.

"You know as well I do what she is feeling is not from exhaustion or work." Then he realized that he was explaining his actions to a dog. What would Bailey do? Tell Ashley?

After slipping one of her pills in the Ziploc bag, he recapped the bottle, putting it back in her purse. He slipped the baggie in his pocket.

He pulled out his cell phone as he walked out of the bedroom carrying the hamper. When he was in the laundry room, he scrolled his contact list on his cell phone before pressing a button. The phone rang several times before it was answered.

"Talk fast, I'm winning," he heard Garcia answered.

"Garcia," he asked.

"Junior, why are you calling me at home, on my home phone?"

"I need another huge favor from you and I am willingly to pay for it. I need a lab to run an analysis on something fast and I need to take a closer look at some financial records."