Author's Note: Hey, peoples. So, even though I still strongly disagree with the decision to keep Maeve dead, I'm very pleased at how the writers are handling the aftermath. MGG's performance was completely believable as a grief stricken man who lost his woman (the scene when he curls up on the couch with Maeve's gift made me sob…) and I like how the team is proactively rallying around him. I felt that they really didn't with the whole Strung Out/Detox thing, which is what prompted this fic in the first place, so it's good to see now. Hopefully, they'll keep it up and hopefully Reid will be better but not healed. Never completely healed.

The Olitz (Olivia/Fitz) bug from Scandal has taken a huge bite out of me and they are perfect for Lemon Fuel. I'll be writing something for them soon but you can thank them and their M rated goodness in the Archives for this steamy chapter between Reid and Emily. Oh, and the Italian spoken within here (yeah, I went there…) was translated via Google so if there are any mistakes, let me know and I'll fix them.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

Reid could feel her muscles begin to tremble again and he stroked the outside of her legs as they tensed over his shoulders. His tongue explored her intimate skin thoroughly, her scent and taste intoxicating to him. Emily was delightfully responsive and had a full arsenal of noises that drove him mad. She hissed when he played with her saliva coated nipples. She sighed when his tongue dipped inside her, moaned as it moved inside her and panted as he suckled at her throbbing nub between licking up and down the length of her to make her buck and growl…

He heard a loud clang and his eyes flicked up to her flushed face, one hand firmly gripping his wrought iron headboard and the other quickly descending to the back of his head. Anticipating her, he focused his attention solely on her clit, her hand and thighs holding him hostage as she rode his face. He was burning with need, his cock dripping all over the sheets and his body howled at him to join with her, to take her, have her, claim her…

"Get up here and fuck me!"

The snarling quality of her voice made him shiver and he slid up her smoothly, sure to keep skin on skin until he put his forearms on either side of her head on the pillow. Emily's eyes were feral and ink black, only a ring of chocolate visible around her dilated pupils. Her hands slid down his chest and he felt a jolt of testosterone laced pride as her tongue went across her lips like she was looking at her favorite dessert. Said eyes followed his movements as he reached into his bag, pulling out a freshly bought and unopened box of condoms. She smiled at him softly and spread her knees wider, accepting him, inviting him into her.

Both of them were panting softly but his hands remained steady as he sheathed himself, her hands urging him back to her impatiently. With a soft laugh, he kissed her and she moved her hips against his, the friction making his head swim as he slowly, tenderly, finally entered her. Emily keened and ran her fingers through his hair, murmuring between kisses to his neck and jaw line…

"…così buono... così pieno... mio dio, Spencer... così, così buono... (so good...so full...my god, Spencer...so, so good...)"

"…Si è solo andarea stare meglio di qui, Emily... bella Emily... Emily squisita...così perfetto...(... It is only going to get better from here, Emily...beautiful Emily...exquisite Emily...so perfect...)"

Her delighted giggle quickly became a gasping moan as he started to move, slow and very deep. While he wasn't nearly as experienced as most men his age, he was very good at turning theory into execution. Emily was quivering underneath him, her moans increasing in pitch and frequency as he hitched her legs up further around his waist...

"...more...oh god, please more..."

"Tell me how."

"Faster...harder...want all of you...want to feel you...ohhhh..."

He buried his face in her neck and slowly but surely obeyed her. Her hips were swiveling and grinding underneath him, causing more of that delicious friction. Her nails bit and scratched at his back and he could feel a chain of love bites bloom over his neck and shoulder, her moaning mouth intent on him. His fingertips dug into her hips and her hands went to his behind and squeezed firmly, causing him lose his grip on his control. Emily's cries urged him on, the headboard clanging again as they both gripped it, his hand on top of hers. He was moaning loudly, pink tinting his cheeks yet again. She noticed and swiftly reversed their positions, plunging onto him to make him groan and the blush deepen...

"... love hearing you...don't blush...you like what I do to you, Spencer? Do I make you feel good?"

He nodded mutely, his voice trapped in his throat, his hips snapping up into her slick tight silk.

"You make me feel so good...so full and warm...you feel so..s-so...oh, god...oh, Spencer...ohhh..."

Breathless little "ah!"s escaped her as her core began to yield and twitch around him and he hissed, his fingers sliding down and into her humid heat, stroking and loving until she shattered with a high pitched moaning scream, taking him with her with a hoarse shout of her name.