A/N: I wrote this while listening to Imogen Heap's 'Hide and Seek', I don't know what that means for the story, but I think it impacted. Um, it's just a one-shot, I think maybe...I'll leave it incomplete for now because I might decide to add a second chapter...I don't know yet - it will depend on the feed back. Anyway, thank you so much for reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own CBS, nor Criminal Minds for that matter – but if I did, you can bet they wouldn't be able to air it on prime time TV ;]
"Look, Grace. Look at you . . . So beautiful." He murmured in her ear as he ran his hands down her naked form; his arousal nudging the back of her thigh. A moan rumbled in her throat as one of his hands full of long nimble fingers cupped her sex, while at the same time pushing her closer to him. He kissed her neck, nipping at the soft patch of skin below her ear. A shiver coursed through her entire body.
Spencer's other hand came up her body to grasp her neck, running his hand down to her left breast, teasing the pert nipple before pinching it lightly like he knew she liked. A breathy moan rewarded his action, causing him to smirk into the curve of her shoulder.
"So beautiful." He said again, planting a trail of hot kisses on her shoulder. His hand on her breast came up to her neck again, and then up to her mouth where she enthusiastically began to suck on the finger he offered her. She swirled her tongue around the long thin finger, earning a low moan from Spencer. Grace spread her legs wider so that she could push her hips back onto him, his hand still clutching her warm mound of flesh. Her hand came up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.
His fingers left her mouth with a wet sounding pop!, "Tell me you want me." He commanded before lightly biting down on her neck.
Her response was more of a moan than actual words, "I want you, so badly." She leaned her head back onto his shoulder, closing her eyes when he began to massage her heat, and letting out a sharp gasp when two of his fingers dipped between her nether lips to find her clit.
"Tell me you need me." His voice became rougher with need and lusty hunger as her breathing turned shallow and fast. Her legs trembled as he applied just enough pressure to the tight bundle of nerves at her core and began to stroke slowly, in tantalizing circles.
"I need you, oh, I need you." She began to chant the words over and over, moving her body against his, trying to speed up her release, the heat building rapidly in the pit of her stomach.
"Tell me you love me." This time when he bit her it was hard and definitely going to leave a mark, possibly even a scar because Spencer tasted blood. She let out a scream that sounded more like a bark because just as he bit her he flicked her bud, sending a shock wave throughout her entire being, but not yet tipping her over the edge.
"Spencer Reid. I swear to God I love you. I love you so much sometimes it hurts." They both chuckled darkly. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back on his shoulder as he lapped up the blood that was now free flowing down her back, he observed momentarily that it reminded him of her hair – how she wore it when they'd first met.
He paused his ministrations to her wound to ask teasingly, "Do you trust me?"
At the thought she let out a half laugh half moan, "No."
He thought about it for a moment, and brought his free hand down to cup her rump, "Good girl." He rubbed his hand over her smooth backside before moving it to rest on her hip.
In the mirror he watched as Grace pouted when he removed his hand from her warmth, and protested with a yelp, but before she could make an official complaint, he had unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing manhood and thrust it inside of the younger girl. She cried out in surprise, but not pain, the sudden feeling of him inside her, filling her completely; she put her hands on the wall on either side of the mirror to support her. She liked to watch his facial expression as he fucked her from behind; it was something that really got her off.
Since he was at work he was still wearing his trademark sweater vest and long sleeve button down, which when he leaned over on her to put their bodies flush together, scratched her bare back. She didn't mind, as long as it was Spencer – she'd take him anyway she could get him. Literally.
Once he got into a rhythm, she swiveled her hips against him, trying desperately to relieve the unbearable clenching heat in her stomach. Soon he was pounding into her, his need nowhere close to where hers was, but he knew where she was, and he couldn't wait to feel her come undone around him. She bowed her head between her arms, letting her hair fall like a curtain around her face. But Spencer wouldn't have that, he removed one hand from her hips to force her head back onto his shoulder.
"Open your eyes, Grace. Look at you. Look at yourself." He commanded, and heavy lidded eyes peered at them both in the mirror, the stormy grey eyes now dark with lust, want, and need. He ran his hand up and down her neck, possessively curling his arms around her. His other hand also moved away from her hip to wander back down to where it had originally been.
"You are so beautiful. You surpass beauty, just look at you." A weak smile tugged at the corner of her lips, acknowledging the major compliment, but the smile was replaced by a parting of the lips with a primal cry falling from them as Spencer rubbed the swollen bud, finally pushing her over the edge. She cried out, "Spencer," as loudly as the family bathroom in the FBI building would allow (without, of course, alerting people to the fact that someone was having sex in there.) Spencer didn't really care, he just relished the look on her face, and wondered if what she looked like now, totally at peace, totally over the moon with ecstasy, he wondered if that's what angels looked like.
He pulled out of her and she whimpered at the sudden loss, but understood. She knelt on the floor in front of him and in one go downed his entire length; causing a guttural moan to escape his lips. Now he was the one needing to support himself on something, so naturally he chose the edges to the standing sink, his knuckles turning white from grasping the rim so hard as she swirled her tongue around him like she'd done to his finger. She looked up at his face, and deemed the concentration on his face satisfactory by her standards.
"Grace. Oh, Grace." Shakily he peeled one hand off of the side of the sink to let it tangle in Grace's hair, pulling her further down on him. She had taken him up to the hilt, and was now sending vibrations up his shaft; he realized he was getting a hummer. He couldn't help at that moment thinking about how wonderful his girlfriend was. Not to mention the fact that she had brought him lunch that day, as well.
Her hands that were wrapped around the back of his thighs, slowly massaged their way to the front of his thighs, resting on the inside of each of his legs, like she was spreading his legs. Her right hand moved inwards and cupped his balls, already they were drawing up, a sure sign of being close to climax. He moaned deeply as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, and when she pulled him all the way out with another loud pop! she ducked under his shaft to nip gently at his balls. He bit his lip to keep from screaming as she tenderly thumbed the swollen head of his member.
"Ungh, Grace – stop, no don't, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm –" He stammered, afraid of leaving his mark on the floor of the bureau. Spencer locked eyes with Grace, who was smiling at him in his frustration.
"What Spence? Huh? What are you gonna do? Are you gonna come? Come for me Spence. Spencer Reid, come for me." She was pumping him hard and fast, but just as the pre-cum was dripping from his slit, she lapped it up and began to suck just on the head, whirling it around in her mouth. Following suit, she twisted her hand around his shaft, holding his sack in her other hand. Once again meeting her eyes, and the lust that he found there, Spencer came hard and fast into her mouth, but like the sex goddess he knew she was, she just swallowed and continued her actions until he completely rode out his orgasm. Grace stood up, and kissed Spencer, letting him taste what was left of him in her mouth. She pulled her dress back on, and slipped her heels back onto their sore owners. Spencer¸ meanwhile tidied himself up, and stared at the brown paper bag she had brought for him. On the front, in cursive was his name, and a little heart above the 'I' in his last name instead of the traditional dot.
"Have I told you I love you?" Reid asked while he watched her dress.
She didn't say anything but she gave him the biggest smile he'd probably ever seen on her.
"Lunch?" He asked, amazed once again at what a wonderful girlfriend he had.
She smiled warmly at him and just said, "Mm-hmm." And with that she left the bathroom, and walked like her name, gracefully to his desk where she waited patiently for him find her.
When he got there she was sitting on his desk with the lunch.
"Thank you. I'll see you around eight, is that okay?" He asked when she stood; she was almost taller than him when she wore those heels
Again she smiled, but didn't say anything. She just kissed him and told him to have a good day and to come home safely.
Spencer sat back at his desk in the bullpen, a huge grin on his face. He couldn't help it – he had the most amazing girlfriend ever. He opened his lunch and found his favorite sandwich¸ and a sticky not attached to the front saying, "Call before you come home. I have a surprise." Though he had made it a rule not to profile his girlfriend, her handwriting was screaming with excitement.
"Damn, Pretty boy. How'd you get a girl like that?" Morgan asked, startling Reid from his fantasy about what she could possibly have planned.
"To paraphrase George of the Jungle, 'Spencer just lucky I guess.'"
"Man, since when do you quote George of the Jungle."
"I said paraphrase, not quote." Spencer smiled happily for no apparent reason at Morgan who couldn't help but in his own way find it amusing.
"I mean, damn, boy, she is a 10, like, top of the line fine."
"She brought me lunch." Spencer held up the brown paper bag with his name on it.
"So the boy does have game, huh?" Morgan teased. Spencer shrugged, "Didn't really know that I needed it. When I'm with Grace, everything just . . . works, you know? I mean, we have our ups and downs, and major differences but it's the differences that make us so perfect for each other. For instance, everyone here knows that I'm not that adept socially, but Grace can't help but engage people in conversation. Together we just . . . fit, I guess. And she listens to me, she is such a great listener, but she's a great speaker, too. I mean, we can go on and on for hours about things you guys are sick of me talking about."
Suddenly Morgan's face was really serious, "Wow, Reid. It looks like you two are falling in love." That's when the Cheshire cat smile came back as he taunted, "Reid's in loooove. Reid's in looo-ooo-oooo-ve."
Thankfully Prentiss walked past with a stack of files and slapped Morgan in the arm.
"Lay off Morgan; let the man enjoy something for once. I mean, he deserves a girl like Grace. She's really nice. I think they're perfect for each other." Prentiss said it so matter-of-factly that Derek shut up.
"It's a good thing she's such a nerd." Prentiss laughed, and suddenly Reid felt like he had no support now.
"But honestly, Reid, she's really great, and if you guys are happy good for you. Just don't end up like Hotch. Please. For the love of all that is chocolate in this world do not become Hotch. I mean, I love him and all, but damn he is hard to live with full time. Well, I've got some paperwork to fill out so, I'll see you two later?"
"Thanks Emily." Spencer said, looking back to the not Grace had left him.
"Ah, Pretty boy, just don't lose your heart, okay? I've seen relationships ruin people. And you're one of the few that I actually like, so, don't make me go through life with one less friend. Okay?" Spencer nodded, but didn't really hear what Morgan was saying.
A/N: Thank you for reading!