Author's Note: Good evening, everyone. This week I was actually glad that it was a rerun. Don't get me wrong, I still desperately want to see what happens with the elusive Team stalker plot but at the same time, my Feels needed the respite. So, going off of what I did with RtD, Support is going to last until the season finale. I'm not sure what I'm gonna do really but there will be more sex involved. Lots of it. Reid and Emily deserve that and more.
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
Emily had seen him sleeping before. On the jet, in the backseat of an SUV, at his desk, and one hilarious time that he had been sleeping at the board standing up, marker still poised for action. Then, there were the times outside of the BAU. All the time they spent together through the initial Detox and afterwards, the times she got up in the middle of the night for a glass of water on the way back to the guest room…
Seeing him sleep the sleep of the sexually sated was a completely different animal.
Spencer was on his side next to her, his left arm propped under his pillow. His hair was an absolute wreck. Half of his face was lost in the folds of his pillowcase but the other half was utterly serene, a small smile lingering at his parted lips. The cluster of love bites on his left shoulder became individual ones scattered over his torso. One was right above his left nipple and a sly smile curved her lips at the memory of his delighted cries as she tasted him there. The sheets had slipped down to his knees so she could see the one right above his navel…and the one on his right inner thigh. She pulled the sheet over his hips and he shifted as the heel of her palm went over the patch of hair that his more than skilled penis rested in. He wasn't the biggest man she had been with but he was certainly more than she ever expected. And Lord Jesus, did he know how to use what he had.
He had played her like a symphony. She hadn't expected that. She expected shyness and there had been initially, but once he knew she accepted him, he came at her with abandon, putting his full mind and body into their lovemaking and it was lovemaking. Sex didn't come close to defining what they had done and she didn't dare call it fucking. Fucking had too many negative connotations, especially given the nurtured connection between them, a connection that was stronger than ever.
In her previous experiences, once physical intimacy had been added into the mix, Emily felt like they were pulling a plug and the relationship (if there was one…) just withered away. Things were different with Spencer. She was different with Spencer. She could let down her shields and just feel. Growing up, she had been taught by both her diplomat mother and trial and a shitload of error that uninhibited emotions led to weakness, to hurt and pain…
Dr. Spencer Reid had managed to disprove that idea so far and instinctively, she knew that she could trust him, not just with her body (that he took very, very good care of…) but with everything.
It was disconcerting.
It was exhilarating.