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Reid shoves piles of papers inside of his satchel, discarding the now empty cup that was previously filled with lukewarm coffee into trash bin by his desk. He glances up to see Morgan and Garcia approaching; Morgan’s arm is thrown over Garcia’s shoulder as they stood by side with wide mirthful smiles mimicking each other’s physiognomy’s.
They’re conversing and laughing about something that Garcia’s showing him on her phone when they stop by his desk. Morgan averts his eyes away from the small screen, directing his heed now on Reid.
“Hey, pretty boy,” He calls out, referring to the nickname he’d donned to Reid when they first met.
Reid had first suspected Derek’s use of it was in a mocking way, that the nickname was his own inward joke poking fun at Reid’s lanky figure and boyish features. It wasn’t until he got to know Morgan better and developed a closer relationship with him that he realized that it was a term of endearment in the similar way “baby girl” was for Garcia.
Reid blinked up at him questioningly.
“You wanna come out with us? This troublemaker’s inviting me to go salsa dancing. Says she’s been taking classes and wants to show off some of her moves,” He coquettishly imparts, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking roguishly in a suggestive manner that has her cheeks flushing in chagrin and earns him a playful nudge against his sides.
“I said I took one class!” Penelope corrects, the blush is still colored high on her cheeks almost reflective of the crimson colored lipstick she’s wearing. “And I only invited you because you’re the only one that can dance and I want you to be my partner for it.”
Morgan chuckles in amusement. “Me? Uh oh, those other people are gonna have to put up a helluva fight against us!” He grabs Garcia’s hand and twirled her around in his arms until she was pulled against his chest. She shrieks; a mixture of her being startled and enjoying his onslaught.
He brushed a loose piece of hair out of her face, settling it behind the blue ribbon that’s tied in her hair before turning back to Reid with a raised brow. “So, you coming?”
Reid shakes his head, kindly declining the offer. “Salsa’s not really a three person activity to partake in. Besides, I have two left feet and I would probably end up putting someone in the hospital from accident stubbing their toes off,” He smiles up at them as he slides his arm through the thin strap of his bag and adjusts it over his shoulder. “You two have fun though.”
They both bid him goodnight, informing him that they’d see him tomorrow. Reid nodded and concluded the same. He flicks off the bullpen’s main lights, but diverts his gaze athwart the room towards JJ’s office where he could see the warm shadow of light reflecting through her blinds. Reid walks up the small flight of stairs, making his way across the room and threshold to where her office was settled.
He raises his hand midair and raps a knock against the door, patiently waiting for her to answer. It’s only seconds later when he hears the sound of her gait as she crosses the room to get to the door. She’s pulling the door open moments later; smiling softly when she sees him as her eyes wandered over his shoulder at the emptiness of the room.
“Everyone’s gone already?” Usually it took awhile longer for everyone to disperse as some of them liked to stay late and hide away in their offices but other times, depending on the case, they’d like to go home to rid their memories of the events that transpired along with it.
Thankfully, this was a case that resulted in no casualties and they were able to successfully capture the unsub and return the young boy back to his parents unharmed and alive––which often felt like a solemn rarity to them especially in a field like this.
Reid nodded his head as he stepped further inside of her office. He slides his bag from around his shoulder and perched it down in the seat that’s adjacent from her desk.
“Morgan and Garcia went dancing, Prentiss had to get home to feed Sergio and Rossi made some comment about needing a massage to relax his body,” Reid recalls informatively, stating their friends’ words verbatim as they said out loud to him before their abrupt departures earlier.
JJ hummed, nodding her head. “And what are you still doing here? Don’t you have some book to read or some Star Trek trilogy to watch?”
Reid smiles, soft and boyish, in amusement as a chuckle emanates from the back of his throat. He shakes his head as he slides his hands inside the front pockets of his slacks, shrugging a shoulder halfheartedly as he gaiters across the room so that he’s now approaching her. “Star Trek isn’t a trilogy. There are five movies in the franchise aside from the recent one and I’ve already rewatched all of the original movies.” This time it’s JJ that chuckles in amusement at his response.
“Then why are you still here?” She reiterates again, this time tucking her arms beneath her chest as she titled her head at him as he continued his prowl over to her.
Reid shrugged as he gestured a hand around. “Well, the office building is empty so I figured that I’d come in here and-”
“And?”
He flusters, the rounds of his cheeks and the tip of his ears color in the prettiest blush, his eyes lower to the carpeted floors glancing at the scuffs on his worn out converse sneakers as his bottom lip worries between his teeth. It’s cute - the way he still gets all nervous around her even though they’ve known each other for years and been secretly dating for two months now. He was still this anxious, blubbering mess whenever it was just the two of them alone. It often took her initiating anything physical or flirtatious between them as he was still adjusting to the substantial transition from friends to lovers.
His hand reaches up and sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck. “And,”
JJ walks over to him, wrapping her arms around his heightened neck as she brushed her fingers against the curls of hair on his nape. Reid lifts his head so that they’re now face to face; feeling the timidity slowly dissipate as he stares into the warmth of her eyes that make his knees buckle beneath him. It still seemed fictitious to Reid that JJ looked at him like that - with enamor and adulation, like he was the only person in the world in this moment. He’s always longed for JJ to look at him in any way that exceeded past platonic and brotherly, now that she does, it overwhelms him in the best way possible.
She cranes her neck upwards, tugging him down to her heightened level so tear she’s able to brush a kiss against her mouth. It’s slow, chaste, with her lips sliding over hue with a delicate heed. Reid shudders at the feeling, then instinctively reaches his hands out to settle on the curves of her hips. He pulls her towards him by the grip of her hips, slotting her small body against his until they’re completely flush up against each other.
He feels JJ smile against his lips, “Someone’s eager,” She murmurs jokingly, acknowledging the way he hastily eased into the comfortability of her touch.
Reid breathed through parted lips, retracting away from her mouth just enough so that he could glance down at her. Even though his mouth is already slick and has some of her lipstick smeared messily on his, he swiped his tongue across and lubricates his lower lip.
“Well, I’ve got the most beautiful woman in the world standing in front of me. It’s hard not to be eager.” JJ feels her cheeks warming in a blush at his compliment.
Ever since their secret relationship began, Reid always made a habit of complimenting JJ; whether it be him quietly whispering it in her ear in passing whenever they’re in the break room. He’d say it just low enough for their ears only, and give her a smile that would accompany it. Or whenever they’re alone, like now, in a private setting where he could say it as openly and freely as he wanted sans any restrictions. She’s been called beautiful before but hearing it from Spence was different.
Way different.
His compliments were more visceral and was reflected in as such with the way he looked into her eyes instead of her body like others had in prior encounters. JJ knows that he isn’t saying it just to solicit anything from her in his own sexual perquisite, he’s saying it because he genuinely means it and that thought alone was enough for JJ to fall even more in love with him (which she didn’t even think was possible).
“Spence,” She kisses him again, this time with more vehemence and vigor. There’s something about the way he kisses her; softly but with his mouth still firm and succulent against hers that has her abdomen clenching and toes curling inside the soles of her boots.
She tilts her head, angling it towards the left a little bit so that she’s able to capture his mouth better. He’s breathing ruggedly through his flared nostrils, his hands, large and trembling against her, tighten their grip around her waist to steady himself.
She gasps softly in his mouth when he bends his knees and swiftly picked her up; wrapping her legs around his torso and holding her upright as his hands rested beneath her ass. He carries her over to her desk where he absentmindedly pushed a few folders aside, inadvertently knocking down a stack of unfiled papers in the process which JJ momentarily disregards because nothing else mattered to her in this moment except for Spencer.
She feels the smoothness of the wood beneath her as he perched her down at the edge of the desk. JJ widens her legs, allowing him enough space to slot himself between the crux of her thighs before securely anchoring her legs around him again, pulling him in place. She’s grabbing him by the collars of his shirt and seeking her wanton mouth against his again in a kiss. Spencer chuckles, having to bracket his hands on either side of her on top of the desk to prevent from toppling over her.
“Now who’s the eager one?” He surmised teasingly, using the same joking words that she’d just spewed at him moments prior.
JJ reaches her hand down and cups his groin, where she feels his stout erection protruding against the slacks that he’s wearing. He shivers, inhaling a sharp breath as his eyes flutter close. “Still you.” She giggles, pecking a kiss against the tip of his ear as she runs her fingers through the curls of his hair.
“Okay, that wasn’t fair.”
JJ playfully rolls her eyes at his rebuttal, now heeding the way her lips pampered open mouthed kisses along his skin; starting from the spot just beneath his earlobe traveling down, to where she sucks and kisses at the exposed flesh on his neck.
Luckily for them, Reid’s wardrobe consisted of long sleeved shirts that were typically buttoned up to his neck and were able to cover the bruises she tended to leave on it without any detection from anyone about where and who they came from.
“You wanna know what’s not fair? You still have your clothes on,” JJ congresses, her deft fingers began to tug his sweater vest from where it’s tucked in his pants loose. Reid raises his arms, allowing her to pull at the hem and shuck it over his head before absentmindedly tossing it onto the floor. It lands on the carpet with a soft thud.
“You still have your clothes on,” He acknowledges, lowering his eyes and watching her as she began to undo the buttons on his collard shirt.
She continued to pop the buttons open; inches of his chest was exposed as he continued this process until the shirt fell open and loosened around his shoulders. His chest is pale from being neglected from the sun, there’s little wisps of chest hair in the middle accompanied by faint brown moles that are skewed across his torso. JJ’s hands pushes the shirt off of his body, fully exposing him to her. He blushes again, biting at the corner of his lips as he sat there beneath the weight of her scrutiny.
There was something about being vulnerable in front of her that excited and terrified him. They’ve done this before but each time still felt like the first to Reid. He cherished every moment with JJ, whether it was chaste kisses behind the wall of the break room when no one was looking, or moments of intimacy like this, where it’s just the two of them hidden away in their own world of seclusion and comfort.
JJ runs her hand up Reid’s chest; feeling the curve of muscle underneath her fingertips.
Reid swallows, reaching his hand out and gently tugging at the hem of her shirt. “Can I?” When she nods in confirmation, Reid pulls at the fabric and lifts it over her torso. She shudders when she feels the coldness of his fingertips brushing against her skin.
He discards her shirt alongside his on the floor.
He’s assertive as he lowers his hand to the waistband of her pants, zipping them down until they loosen around her hips. JJ shifts on top of the desk, wiggling around and lifting herself up just enough so that she’s able to pull the bunched up pants over her hips and down to her ankles. She’s left only in her undergarments - wearing a lacy blue lingerie set that has Spencer’s mouth going slack and dry. He could see a moist dark spot in the front of her underwear from her arousal.
“Now you’re wearing too many clothes,” She grunts, fiddling with his belt that she avidly slides through the loops on his pants. His pants are tugged over and down his legs in a haste, leaving him only standing in his briefs. He’s half hard; the chub of his erection is prodding through the fabric of his underwear.
Spencer would’ve been embarrassed about the fact that he’s already hard and is shuddering with every touch of JJ’s hand against his body, when they haven’t even done much of anything yet but that caring along with everything else except for JJ and the way she kisses him deeply and ravenously, making him weak in the knees and breathless, falls out the window. He’s towering over her - his tall, lanky body hovers her as he stood between her legs. She’s kissing him with her hands cradling his face within her grasp while his hands were at her waist, holding her against him.
“Spence,” She moans breathily, his name sounding like a hymn as it rolls of her tongue. She thrusts her pelvis against his, they both spasm and shudder at the friction of his cock chafing against her.
“JJ-” He chokes up a bit, his throat clicking at the pleasure. He reaches behind her grabbing her by the ass, and pulls her against his cock. He thrusts against her seeking the friction again, causing both of them to whimper.
“Spencer,” She reproached indignantly, while appreciating the foreplay, she needed something - anything to satiate her libido.
Reid nods, releasing one of his hands from around her hips in favor of resting it on her thigh. He squeezes it affectionately, pecking a kiss against her forehead. She holds a baited breath as Reid’s hand slid higher up her thigh until he was at her crux. His fingers tugged at her underwear, pulling it aside where he sees her already slick and seeping in arousal.
He guides her lips open with his forefinger, gently spreading her wider until his finger puckered inside of her wanton cunt.
“Oh,” She keens, licking her lips and breathing heavily at the deliciousness and warmth that spreads throughout her. She nudged her hips and nodded her head, gesturing for him to continue. He complies and slides his middle finger inside of her, feeling that immediately drench in her slickness as well. The callused padding of his fingers cause great friction; the roughness in addition to the pressure of his fingers moving inside of her has JJ swooning.
She thrusts against his fingers, feeling him flick his wrist as she nudged her hips in a forward motion.
It feels too good to even try to describe.
She pants heavily in his ear, wisps of her breath tickle against his face as he ascends her closer to her release. She swells around his fingers, her cunt clenches and spasms around them indicating her precipice. Reid hastens his efforts, curling and hooking his fingers deeper inside of her. “Hnn!” And that’s all it took for her to come completely undone; she trembles as her release spills out of her and down her legs. It’s sticky and warm.
Spencer’s fingers and palm are drenched; and the sight of it arouses JJ even more. She grabs him by the neck and pulls him in for another kiss, using one hand to dexterously slide his briefs over his hips.
“Condom?” She breathes against his mouth, anxiously ready for him to be inside of her.
Reid nodded as he pulled away from her so that he could reach down and retrieve one from his wallet. He blushes at the amused look JJ gives him. “Always be prepared,” He’s been keeping them in his wallet ever since they started dating. It’s not that he expected sex but he knew that in spontaneous moments like this, being prepared would benefit them.
He opens the foiled package, retrieving the condom out and attempted to slide it on to no avail as it haphazardly ripped in the process. He curses lowly, and hands another one to JJ after she offered to put it on him. It fits snuggingly around him with it loosened at the tip. JJ shimmies her underwear down and parts her legs open as she watched Reid grab ahold of his cock and align it up at her center.
He holds his breath and bites on his lower lip as he thrusted forward until he caught at her entrance. He shifts his hips lower allowing him to slide into her at a better adjusted angle. JJ tosses her head back in pleasure as she feels him stretch her open; his girth expands as he disappears into her inch by inch penetrating her. He’s shaking as he continues, sinking into her further until he prods her hilt and feels himself seated as he bottoms her out.
He lowers his forehead to hers as they both wait for time to adjust. He’s never gotten used to hot tight and warm she always is.
She moves first.
Thrusting her hips forward in a fluid cant that Reid reciprocates. The desk is smooth beneath her ass as she grinds against it for leverage.
“You’re perfect,” He laments, murmuring against her mouth, his body’s already slick with sweat that’s beginning to gather at his hairline.
“You’re such a sap, Spence,” She jokes, albeit her heart clenches in enamor at his initial sentiment.
He smirks, sheepish and boyish, pecking her lips. “I-ah,” He emphasized the rotation of his hips, grinding his pelvic bone against hers. “Can’t help it.” They kiss slowly, her tongue slides over his bottom lip causing him to widen his mouth. They’re quiet for a moment; just focusing on the way their bodies move in a gyrating tandem and the breathy sounds that they both emanate.
Reid’s right. This moment is perfect.
“JJ?” There’s a knock on the door that’s followed by Hotch calling out her name questioningly. Her and Reid halt their movements abruptly, looking at each other with wide eyes. “JJ?”
She knows she can’t ignore him because he’d clearly seen her light on and knew that she was still here. But she’d thought that he’d left already along with everyone else.
“Yes, Hotch?” She says, trying to maintain her composure and breath control hoping that she didn’t sound to winded.
“I didn’t know that you were still here. I thought you left with everyone else.” I could say the same about you, she thinks, fleeting her gaze down at Reid who mouths I’m sorry as he was almost certain that he saw Hotch leave earlier. Or maybe he was too distracted to be alone with JJ.
“Uh, yes, I decided to stay a little while longer.” She’s glad that they’d at least locked the door so he couldn’t come in.
“Okay, well, you should wrap everything up. We’ll probably have a big case tomorrow and we need everyone well rested. I’m staying a little bit longer to file some things and go over some paperwork but you could ride back with me if you want.” He offers in suggestion.
“Oh no! No, that’s-that’s okay, Hotch. My car’s still outside. I’ll leave in a minute but thank you for offering.”
“Okay, goodnight, JJ.”
“Goodnight, sir.”
They don’t talk until they hear his footsteps receding. “I thought he left!” JJ whispers, wincing only slightly as Reid tugs himself out of her. She climbs off of the desk and gathered her discarded clothing, slipping them back on.
“I thought so too.” Reid congresses, dressing himself as well but still keeping an ear out for Hotch.
“We should hurry before he gets back and sees that your car is still parked out front too,”