Vegas

Part 2

When Penelope and Emily finally located Derek and Spencer in the club the men were sitting at a table with a couple of woman. Spencer looked red faced and Derek was being his usual charming self.

The women seemed to be eating it up with a spoon.

"Oh no," Penelope trilled out as she walked up to the table "do not tell me that I'm too late for the Dr. Reid Dancing Hour. Come on, genius stud, get up and show mama your moves."

"I'm wiped out," Reid said "Dancing burns up to 500 calories an hour for the typical male who is my weight and I skipped lunch today." He sipped his soft drink through a straw, to get back some calories and energy.

Derek had changed his whole demeanor when he spotted Penelope there. His arm slid off the back of the booth away from the woman next to him and he straightened up, his eyes only on Penelope.

"There's my girl," he murmured. "So you missed your man and decided to join us after all, huh?"

"My love, I always miss you when we are parted but I'm just here to capture video of Reid getting down and dirty for my blog."

Reid's face got even redder. "Sorry but I'm done for the night."

One of the women there said "But you promised me a dance, Reidy."

"Reidy?" Emily mocked, rolling her eyes.

"Come on, Reidy," Morgan mocked "get out there and give the ladies a thrill."

"Um, no thanks. My knee is kinda sore now." He looked at the woman next to him. "Old work injury."

Morgan flashed a big smile, as he effortlessly pulled Penelope down to sit on his knee. "Yeah, Reid is a big hero in the beaura. But we can't really talk about that. Its top secret on the down low."

Now the lady next to Derek was shooting Penelope death glances. She noticed and introduced herself "Hi, there, I'm Penelope Garcia. I am the lucky woman who gets to work with these two studs. We both do actually," she said, nodding at Emily, who had pulled up a chair.

Derek made some introductions. The two women teachers from Sioux Falls. A few minutes of Derek whispering dirty things in Penelope's ear, while running his hand in a lazy fashion over her knee and thigh, and the two women left in a huff. The one who had a thing for Reid passed him her key.

When she was gone he held it up "What am I supposed to do with this?"

Derek laughed. "The fact that you have ever gotten any booty in all your life still amazes me. I'm gonna have to see affidavits to believe it."

Reid threw Derek a dirty look.

Penelope asked "Haven't you ever heard it's the quiet ones you gotta watch out for?"

"Yeah," Derek joked "That's on page one of the manual they give field agents during training."

Penelope rubbed Derek's chest. "You big, muscular man, you better be nice or else I can leave as quick as I came."

He growled. "Don't you dare, woman. Now that I got you here you are mine for the night."

"Ohhhhhhh, I like the sound of that." Then she whispered some dirty things in his ear that left him panting.

Emily groaned. "Before this turns into a live porn show I'm going to get me a drink."

She started to walk away when Reid hurried to his feet and said "Wait up," eager to get away from flirting Morgan and Garcia, who were both a little drunk and getting friskier by the minute. Being in Vegas seemed to give them carte blanch to push their little sexual dance to its limits.

Soon his hand was halfway up her skirt and hers was under his t-shirt as they threw back and forth flirty lines, daring each other to be more bold and see who could turn on the other more. It was a contest that even when one of them lost it still felt like a win.

"Kiss me, baby girl," Derek dared.

Her eyes searched his for a long moment and then she slowly leaned forward and started to suck on his bottom lip. His arms crushed around her and he devoured her mouth in a possessive kiss that suddenly wasn't playing around anymore.

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"So, Reidy," Emily teased, after taking a big swig out of her fourth fruity drink of the night "I didn't know you were much of a dancer."

"I'm not much of one. Or any of one. Morgan insisted. It was...lets just say, I won't be doing that again anytime soon."

"Too bad. I could use a partner."

"Sorry."

"So am I," she drawled out, letting her eyes hold his for a fraction longer than normal before they swept over the many people on the dance floor "you were my first choice but if you insist I guess I'll just go and make some other guy's night. Wow. I haven't hooked up with a stranger in years. Oh, well, I'm sure its just like riding a bike." She took another big drink of her cocktail.

He chuckled. She gave him a raised eyebrow look. He asked "That was a joke, right?"

"I'm in Vegas. I plan to enjoy it, one way or the other. So either help me or get out of my way." She waved at a hulking man who looked like he was steroids.

Reid swallowed hard. He didn't want Emily to find herself in over her head so he told her "I guess...I'll help you out then."

"Wow, don't sound too excited about it."

"No, really. I would like to. Though don't expect a lot from my dancing."

"Don't let me twist your arm."

"You're not. I really would very much like to dance with you."

She chuckled. "I doubt it but okay, have it your way. Just prepare yourself. Out there," she nodded at the dance floor "I take no prisoners."

When they finished their drinks they made it to the floor. Emily took Spencer's hands, placed them on her hips, turned around and started to grind back against him.

He stiffened. "Is this how you normally dance?" He tried to ask over the music but it was too loud and she couldn't hear him so he ended up just going with it.

It felt pretty damn good anyway. His hands stayed planted on her hips, through they longed to roam over her tight, firm body, and they moved to the beat. For once dancing was something Spencer Reid liked.

Especially when Emily turned around with this hot, glazed look in her eyes, grabbed his face and gave him a kiss that curled his toes.