Reckless

Chapter Four

Spencer swallowed slightly as he stared at Hermione. She was putting her things inside of her back. She was laughing gently at something Derek had told her. Harry shook his head as he watched the young man stare at his best friend.

"She's not going to change her mind," he told him. Spencer jumped at the sudden voice. Harry smiled in amusement. "She kept a picture of you for years. She carried it everywhere with her." Spencer's cheeks flushed slightly at the promise. "Just go, man!" Harry stated with a laugh. "Have her back by at least one." Spencer couldn't help but laugh. Harry folded his arms across his chest and watched as Spencer walked toward her. He leaned in close to her ear and asked her something. Hermione looked back at him with confusion.

"Now?" She asked. Her brown eyes were slightly wide. Spencer smiled softly and nodded.

"There's no better time," Spencer quoted her from a long time ago. Hermione smiled softly.

"Alright, alright," she consented. She looked back toward Derek. "I'll see you tomorrow then, Agent Morgan."

"See you," he stated. Spencer rolled his eyes at the cheeky smile Derek was giving him. It was the look Derek often gave him when a woman was showing interest in him. It was that "go for it" look that often annoyed Spencer. Right now though, it inspired a small amount of confidence.

"So where are we going?" Hermione asked as he shut the car door for her. He ran around to his door.

"I thought we'd keep tradition," he told her teasingly as he drove toward his apartment building. Hermione laughed.

"Dominoes under candlelight?" She asked teasingly. Spencer smiled. Hermione stared over at him. Her heart warmed significantly as she took him in. Hermione bit her lip slightly and eyed his hand not on the steering wheel. It rested in between them, almost begging her to take it. Oh, how she ached too. She had forgotten how his hands felt. Had they grown rougher over time or were they just as smooth as they had been when they were eighteen? Hermione reached over and placed her hand over his. She looked over at him as she touched him. His brown eyes lit up slightly at her initiated contact. She smiled softly as he glanced over at her.

"I've missed you," Spencer whispered as he entwined their fingers. He couldn't pull the smile off of his face. It felt so good to have her next to him again, but a small part of him worried that she would disappear again. The very thought made him squeeze her hand a little harder. Hermione smiled and squeezed it back.

"I've missed you too," she told him as they pulled into his drive. He smiled and motioned for her to wait on him with one finger. A small giggle slipped from her lips as he raced around the car. She was still smiling as he opened the door. Her brown eyes were shining happily as he extended his hand. Hermione couldn't help herself. She slid into his arms instead of taking his offered hand. Spencer's brown eyes were wide, but he smiled gently and wrapped his arms around her. He couldn't help but bury his face into her neck. Hermione smiled as he kissed her neck before releasing her. She stepped forward and allowed him to shut the car door. They shared a small laugh as they once more entwined their fingers. Hermione smiled happily as they walked through the lobby.

Spencer smiled back at her as he flicked the light on. He motioned slightly toward the couch.

"Take a seat," he suggested. Now that she was with him after all these years, he had no idea what to do. He watched her as she sat down for a moment, then he tapped his fist into his open hand down near his waist. She smiled softly at him and winked playfully. He smiled widely and dug his cell from his pocket to order a pizza. It was so comfortable to be around her. He didn't feel nervous or fidgety around her. He really shouldn't be surprised that the effect stayed even after all these years. It was a part of who she was.

"Do you have candles around here?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows. He pointed toward a cabinet. Hermione nodded and rose from the couch. She opened the cabinet just as a worker at the local Dominoes picked up the phone. She smiled softly as she spotted the candles. She took them from the cabinet and set them on the small round table pushed in the corner. She dug a lighter out of her purse and lit them. Spencer raised his eyebrows at the sight of the small lighter.

"Ah yes, ma'am. I want a flatbread cheese pizza with Canadian bacon, pepperoni, and sausage," he glanced at Hermione as if to confirm it. Hermione smiled and nodded. She pushed the lighter back into her purse as he gave the woman the address to his apartment building. As he hung up and lowered the phone, he stated, "I didn't know you smoked."

"Oh, I don't," she said with a small laugh. "Harry does. I just go behind him and pick up his lighters." Spencer raised his eyebrows.

"So you wanna tell me about him? The way he talks the two you have been friends since before we met." Hermione smiled.

"I met Harry when I was eleven years old," Hermione told him. "We went to the same boarding school together so I saw him more than I did my own family." Spencer looked over at her as they sat down on the couch.

"Did anything ever happen between the two of you?" He asked. His brown eyes suddenly looked vulnerable. Hermione laughed suddenly and shook her head.

"Goodness no," she laughed. "He's like my brother. Any type of romance between us would just be weird." A small secretive smile touched her lips. "Besides I only have eyes for you…" A small blush filled his cheeks at the admission and the soft look in her eyes. Hermione glanced over at him. She hadn't lied to him. Ron tried to sway her attention from him, but it hadn't worked. While his comment about saving the house elves that night had touched a chord of happiness in her, she couldn't…just couldn't go to him like he begged her too. She just couldn't forget Spencer. She couldn't forget the feel of his touch or the feel of his lips against hers. They were the only touch she wanted. "Was there anyone for you?"

"No one serious," he admitted. Hermione raised her eyebrows. "She was an actress that was being stalked by her assistant. She pulled me into the pool and kissed me." He told her. "I kissed her back." Hermione fought off the jealous reaction that threatened to rise. "But I couldn't forget your face…you. I felt like I was betraying you." A small annoyed breath escaped him. "Even after you disappeared and didn't attempt to contact me, I still felt like we were still together…" Hermione blinked back tears. Spencer looked over at her again and angled his body toward her. His hands were laced tightly in his lap. "I still love you if you haven't noticed." Hermione smiled softly at him.

"I still love you too," Hermione whispered. Her eyes drifted to his lips. She couldn't help it. It had been so long since he had kissed her. She fought to tear her eyes off of them. Spencer smiled slightly at her and leaned forward. Hermione let out a small sigh as their lips touched for the first time in years. Her memory did him no justice. Again and again their lips met. They jumped like scolded children when a knock sounded at the door.

"Dominoes' pizza!" The delivery boy announced. They looked at one another for a moment and giggled. Spencer stood up with a laugh and looked through the peephole. True to his word, a Dominoes' pizza man stood outside his door with a pizza box. Spencer opened it and smiled. He dug the change out of his pocket and handed it to the young man. He smiled and handed the pizza to Spencer. "Time to eat," he grinned. Hermione smiled and stood up.

"That smells delicious." Hermione stated as they headed toward the small round table.

Meanwhile back at the apartment Hermione and Harry share, Harry Potter lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling. Hermione was off having a hopefully magnificent time with Spencer Reid. Harry couldn't help but feel delighted about the two of them being reunited. Hermione deserved to be happy. Harry let out a pleased sigh and closed his eyes. Hermione could have all the fun she wanted; Harry just wanted to sleep.

After the delicious meal, Hermione helped Spencer do the dishes. Once the last one was placed in the strainer the two agents turned toward one another. Both were reluctant to let one another go. Once more Spencer leaned forward and kissed her lips. The heat that had existed between them as teenagers raged up in the silent apartment. Hermione moaned lightly as their hips knocked together when he pulled her closer. Spencer gave a small shudder. In the heat of the moment, Spencer pulled his lips away from hers and trailed them down her neck. Hermione pulled him closer. Somewhere in her mind, she wondered if it was too soon for them to be this intimate, but as he lifted her onto the counter she found that that wonder was slowly dying. She had waited so long for him. This intimacy was years overdue. All thought soon disappeared as he rid her of her top and lifted her once more. Hermione didn't pay attention to the direction they were going; she simply focused on unbuttoning his shirt. Sometime between Spencer laying her down on the bed and his climbing on top of her, she acknowledged that there would be another annoyed neighbor tonight.