Reid looked around the room, ready to throttle Garcia. He had no idea how she had even talked him into coming, and he just wished that he could find Blake, knowing that she would commiserate with him about the severe lack of intellectual conversation. His eye landed on Garcia, and he smirked a little to see that she was wearing cat ears, making her a dead giveaway to anyone in their group.
Adjusting the mask on his face, he made to go to her side, only to bump into someone. "Excuse me."
The familiar tones of Blake's voice cause him to pause, and he reached out, touching her shoulder lightly. She looked up into his eyes, her face relaxing into a warm smile as she recognized him. "Finally, I found you," she breathed out, taking a deep breath before stepping close and wrapping her arms around his waist.
There was something a little unsettling about the way that she felt in his arms, as if he didn't really know how he should be reacting. His body was screaming one thing at him, while his mind was yelling another. "I heard about James, I'm sorry."
"Penelope has a big mouth." The words were sharp and clipped, and Reid knew that in her mind she was reciting hip hop lyrics, trying to calm whatever part of her was currently roiling. He nodded slightly before leading her out onto the dance floor. The DJ seemed intent on playing only slow songs that evening, since they were currently on the tenth consecutive one.
Reid let Blake take the lead, not certain what she would feel comfortable with. It shocked him a little when she pulled him flush to her, resting her head on his chest as they swayed in time to the music. "How are you coping?"
"I'm not, I've just made myself so busy that I don't think about personal things." She sighed and rubbed her cheek against his shirt. "Though I find myself missing him less and less as the days go by."
He nodded as he rested his chin atop her head, his hands splaying out on her back. "Have you thought about coming back here?"
Alex shook her head. "I've made a life for myself in Boston. I'm up for tenure already, since I've proven myself in my field. What would I have here? You've already filled my vacancy on the team, after all."
There was a small trace of bitterness in her words, and Reid found himself sad for that. Stepping away from her a tiny fraction, he looked into her eyes, taking in the pain there. And without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her tenderly. It felt right, for reasons that he couldn't quite put his finger on. "They filled it because you gave me your credentials. I kept hoping that you would call me, talk to me, but the silence drove me away."
"I didn't mean to drive you away," she whispered, closing her eyes before resting her head on his chest once more. "I just couldn't be so close to the things that were hurting me any longer. I killed Erin, I almost killed you. It seemed like everything I was touching was being destroyed in front of me, and something just broke. I should have taken a sabbatical."
"Perhaps. But then again, you wouldn't be up for tenure already." He hoped that she understood that he was teasing her, trying to make her feel better, and he relaxed a fraction when she nodded. "Would you want to go somewhere more private and talk?"
The suggestion came out less innocent than he intended, but still, she nodded once more. "Perhaps we could dance through a few more songs, and then I can take you up on that offer? I really like this song, I really like dancing."
"As if I could ever deny you anything, Alex," he murmured before pulling her closer once more. Her perfume tickled his nose, and he breathed in deeply, letting the sensations overwhelm him. He knew that they were playing with fire, but this was a fire that he wanted to touch. She sighed as the song changed to a more upbeat tempo, pulling away from him to fit in more with the others.
"I just wish they'd choose one song tempo. I love slow songs."
He nodded before tugging her closer once more. "Screw them, we're dancing to our own beat," he said, waltzing her around. Somehow, Reid knew that she was smiling as she let her arms wrap around him, one hand draping over his shoulder possessively. "Except you're probably singing along to hip hop once more."
"Surprisingly, no. All I can hear is the beating of your heart, and I'm letting that be my rhythm."
Reid took a deep breath, letting his hand slowly slip lower to caress and cup her ass. She made a low noise of disapproval, so he was quick to raise it to the dip of her waist once more. "I didn't mean to be so forward," he murmured in her ear, feeling her shiver against him.
"Forward is okay, I just don't like my ass being fondled. I prefer my chest. Though, perhaps we should take that sort of behavior upstairs. I'm ready for that. Are you?"
He nodded before reaching for her hand, threading their fingers together. "I am, Alex." She smiled at the use of her first name, and he led her through the crowd, trying to avoid the others of their team that were still on the dance floor. One last look, however, had him finding Penelope, dancing close with a blonde woman. They were so close, and he thought that he saw said mystery woman dip her head and nip at Penelope's neck. "I wonder who that is?" he said as they stepped into the elevator.
"If I didn't know better, I'd swear it was Erin. That ass is hard to forget."
"Yeah, that can't be, seeing as how she's dead and gone," he muttered, feeling Alex stiffen against him. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, I'm just still sensitive over losing her. There are some things that take longer to get over than others. That happens to be one of them, since I never had the opportunity to say goodbye." She rested her head against his shoulder as they rode up to his room.
"I'm sorry, I should have had a little more tact," he said as they got off on his floor. She shrugged a little before following after him. Luckily, his room was close to the elevator, and they were soon behind closed doors. "Here, let me take your mask."
Alex reached behind her head and untied it, handing the scrap of silk over before running the zipper of her dress down her side and stepping out of it. Reid felt his mouth go dry as he looked at her, his groin tightening with desire as he looked at her. "Do you like what you see?" she teased and he nodded before reaching out and brushing his knuckles against the tops of her breasts, watching as her nipples stiffened in reaction.
"I do," he said before pulling her close, his hands fumbling with the clasp of her bra. Soon, it was off, and he lowered his head to run his tongue along the place his fingers had just touched. A soft moan slipped from her lips and he lapped at her soft skin, seeking out one stiff nipple. She arched her back in offering, and he began to suck and nip at her breast while his free hand massaged the soft flesh of her chest, letting his fingers tug and pull at her other nipple.
It didn't take long for her soft moans and coos to turn into louder grunts and groans as she pressed his face into her chest. "Spencer!" she cried out as her orgasm spread across her body. Reid wasn't prepared for the sudden way her body turned boneless, so they both landed in a heap on the floor. Alex clung to him as she shivered and took shallow breaths.
"I have you, Alex," he said as he stroked her hair. She smiled and snuggled in closer to him, her fingers lazily undoing the buttons on his shirt. Reid went to help her out, but she batted his hand away, tugging the tails of the shirt out of his pants and slipping it from his shoulders. "I can help you, you know."
"Where would the fun in that be? And we want to have a good memory of this evening, right?"
"Yes," he replied as he lifted his hips, letting her tug his pants and boxers down his legs. He blushed a little to see how erect he was, but she seemed unfazed by it. Carefully, she straddled him, positioning her body over him. They came together, and he bit his lip as he thrust up to match her rhythm, finding the sweet spot for her quickly. Every time it seemed like one of them was close to orgasm once more, though, Alex pulled back and waited, as if she was trying to prolong their pleasure. Finally, though, he couldn't hold back his orgasm any longer, and he gripped her hips tightly as he thrust up into her.
Flopping back onto the carpet, he stared up into her eyes, finding a peace there that hadn't been there at the start of the evening. "That was wonderful, Spencer. Thank you." He nodded before kissing her softly and then helping her to her feet, leading her over to the bed. They collapsed on it together and she snuggled in close to him, tracing patterns on his chest as her breathing evened out.
"I don't know how I'll explain this to everyone in the morning, but I really think this is the start of something special," he whispered before falling asleep himself.