A/N: So, Yanna suggested maybe talking about how they met – but with smut, of course. So here it is, with smut – of course. This is still the same night, only like hours later.
Sorry, Disclaimer necessary. I don't own, only watch. But watching is good…oh, so good….mmmm. Um, where was I? Right, I don't own CBS or Criminal Minds – believe me, I wish I did…..mmmmReidmmmmm…..
"Do you remember how we met, Spence?" Grace sighed, his feather light touches starting to become unbearable. He smiled into her bare shoulder, pressing his lips to the exposed skin.
"No, remind me." He teased, barely touching his finger tips to the soft pale skin of her stomach. Grace reached behind her and playfully slapped Spencer Reid wherever she could reach him. It had been a long night of rough and tough birthday sex, but they were still buzzing with arousal, or excitement might be the better word – whatever it was that caused the couples bodies to hum with anticipation instead of making them drift off to sleep. The FBI agent simply feigned an exclamation of pain.
"Well, I remember you spilling your coffee on me and in a rush to get to work just gave me your number."
"You know you cheapen it when you say it like that."
"Well then you tell me how it happened." Grace had finally goaded him into telling her the story of how they met. Not that she'd ever admit it, but she loved listening to him tell their story.
"It was a Tuesday morning, and I was on my way into work and you were in line behind me at that coffee shop on 5th. I had my coffee in my hand, and turned around to leave when I saw this angel standing behind me. I was so awestruck by you that I stopped short, sending you crashing right into me, thus spilling my coffee down your blouse."
"What color was the blouse?" Grace asked, eyes slipping closed, snuggling closer to Spencer's warm body.
"It was white, with black trim." Something else Grace would never tell Spencer was that she still had that blouse, but hadn't washed it. She thought of it as a good luck charm, after all she'd met Spencer while wearing it.
"Anyway, you just smiled at me while I was desperately trying to apologize and explain that I was going to be late to work and you were just so calm and not freaking out about the hot coffee down your front – really it amazed me. I was so spastic that I just gave you my card and said to call me to pay for the dry cleaning. That whole day I couldn't get you out of my head. I kept wondering when you were going to call me and chew me out for ruining your shirt. And I remember feeling sick because I didn't want someone so beautiful to mad at me.
"And then when you finally did call, your voice was so full of endearment. Like you understood why I left in a rush, and it didn't bother you. And you were so nice and sweet and refused to let me pay for cleaning the blouse – have I told you lately just how amazing you are?"
"No, remind me." Grace smiled into the light darkness of the Virginia night, the moon casting shadows on the spooning couple. She took the hand that had been tracing ticklish lines on her stomach and lowered it beneath the sheet that covered them until Spencer was cupping her heat.
His long fingers felt the warm wetness of the most amazing woman he had ever met in his life. Spencer repeated his action of kissing her shoulder, and said, "You are so amazing. Let me count the ways. One: you never complain about me working late, or going to work early. Two: you always know how to get me out of my head after a long case."
His fingers rubbed gently on the mound of flesh, and slowly found their way to the small bundle of highly sensitive nerves.
"Three: you're a fount of useless information. Just like me. And I can't help but smile when you spout off something completely random." Grace's breath hitched, but then she slowly let out a sigh.
"Four: you're an amazing cook, but I love making you dessert." She moaned lightly, her eyes pressing closed at the pressure already building inside her. She could taste her release and wanted it so bad, that she tried moving her hips to make him go faster – but the tricky Doc only slowed his motions. She cried out her disapproval, but Spencer only chuckled.
"Five: you're great with my friends, and you don't judge them or hate them because they're ones who keep me away from you."
He removed his fingers from the small bud, and lowered them to her soaked entrance. Two fingers dove in to the second knuckle, causing Grace to cry out in surprise. Spencer propped himself up on his other hand, allowing Grace to lie flat on her back. Her pale chest rising and falling rapidly in the moonlight as he slowly, tortuously pumped his fingers in and out of her.
"Six: you're amazing because, well because you're so beautiful, and yet you still fell for a guy like me. A geek. A nerd. Someone totally befitting of your love. You're amazing because you didn't count me out for being scrawny and clumsy."
Grace let out an appreciative moan when he began to speed up his fingers. Spencer, without warning, pulled his fingers from her velvet walls. Grace tried to protest, but when he lifted her leg around him, she let out a contented sigh.
"Seven: you're eyes," Grace's eyes shot open, "You have the most beautiful grey eyes that pierce through me like a knife through warm butter. Which pretty much sums me up whenever I'm around you." He let out a clipped chuckle, but he met her eyes and slowly pushed himself insider her folds.
Without closing her eyes she gasped, her face a medley of emotions; pain, pleasure, adoration, peace.
He was fully sheathed within her, her warmth enclosing him completely, pulling him deeper into her. She nearly cried out her pleasure the moment he filled her, but she bit down on her lip hard and as he moved slowly let the sound escape. It was slower than other times – especially tonight – they had had sex, it was more sensual than just sexual. If Grace were ever to use the term 'making love' (which she doesn't, she thinks it's like saying 'boobs' instead of 'breasts'), this would be the time.
"Spencer – Ah, Spencer – I'm…Oh, it's too much…I can't…you…you have to…OH!" Grace cried out in a strangled voice her release, biting and twisting her lips as she rode out the waves of pleasure crashing through her.
"Eight: I love watching you come. You're so beautiful when you're undone, you do this thing with your lips . . . I don't think you realize you do it, but – if anything, that's what pushes me over the edge." Spencer finished almost in perfect timing with his words, spilling deeply inside her, riding out his orgasm within her clenching walls.
"I should have you tell me how amazing I am more often." Grace sighed, her eyes falling shut. Spencer collapsed on top of her, still within her folds, and wrapped his arms around her.
The couple fell asleep in each others arms, glad the next day was a Saturday. It wasn't just Spencer's birthday, it was his birthday weekend. And there was plenty more where this evening came from.
A/N: I know it's short, I'm sorry, but as I kept trying to write this it kept ending, . . . well, badly. So, this is the version I am happiest with – as always reviews and criticisms and suggestions are very welcomed and are encouraged!