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It was a rare occasion that Reid would go out for drinks with the rest of the team, and when he did, he would quickly find a place to sit and barely leave that spot till it was acceptable for him to leave or that they were all too drunk to tell he was gone. This particular Friday, Reid reluctantly agreed to go with them, but only because Emily begged him to. He found it a little odd that she cared so much, sure the others wanted him to go too, but when he’d said no three times, they’d stop asking, but Emily did not back down, not even after no number five.
Reid found a comfortable spot in the bar where he could sit and people watch, he ordered himself a negroni and sat comfortably in his seat most of the night.
He watched the others make fools of themselves, Morgan flirting with every girl in the bar - most of them rejecting him, Reid got a kick out of this - JJ and Hotch getting depressingly drunk and Garcia just watching Morgan grinding up against dozens of girls. Emily however - and Reid noticed this - was dancing very closely with a man, actually multiple men throughout the night, after he had noticed this, he kind of stopped looking at the others and kept his gaze on Emily. Reid had kept a close eye on her all night, he wanted her to stay safe was all, but what he noticed was that she really didn’t have a lot to drink, out there on the dancefloor, she was acting more drunk than she actually was.
If he had to be honest with himself, he’d have to admit that after all that begging he was hoping maybe Emily would want to spend a little time with him, instead she was dancing with all these other men. Jealousy was not an emotion Reid would ever admit to feeling, but he was a few drinks in, and not as stubborn as he was when sober. He let himself feel the feeling for a second, just a second, but then he just downed the rest of his drink instead of lingering on it.
As he kept looking at her, he noticed that one guy was getting particularly handsy, but he knew Emily could handle that herself. He couldn’t hear what she was saying, but he could tell she was telling the guy off, he didn’t take it well. He was getting angrier and handsier, and Emily was having a hard time getting him to back off, when he grabbed her arm very harshly, Reid flew out of his seat. He got right between the two of them, he got all up and the guy’s face:
“Can’t you tell she’s not interested?” he hissed at him.
“Aww, is this your boyfriend? What a cute little guy.” the guy teased looking at Emily. She rolled her eyes and grabbed Reid’s shoulder.
“It’s okay Reid, leave it alone.” she said.
“Yeah Reid, leave it alone.” the guy cackled. Reid was seriously pissed, and with alcohol in his system, that little voice in his head telling him what was and wasn’t a good idea got really quiet. Reid looked back up at him and his stupid smile. The guy went to grab Emily’s arm again.
“Now where were we sweetheart?” there was something so disgusting in his tone, Reid just couldn’t hold back.
“Alright that’s enough.” and so with his right fist he decked the guy right in the face, he fell to the floor shocked, but not nearly as shocked as Emily.
“Oh my god Reid! I-I didn’t know you had that in you.” She was stunned.
“Me neither.” he said, just as shocked, not really noticing the pain radiating from his hand.
Reid looked to Emily, and Emily looked to him, they shared a quick moment before the security guard came over and grabbed Reid by the arm and dragged him out. This is humiliating, Reid thought.
The guard pushed him out the door, now Reid was standing out in the cold, left to think about what he had just done, and even more devastating, why he did it. He barely had time to collect himself before he heard someone coming up behind him; it was Emily.
She walked up to him with an expression he couldn't quite read.
“Jesus Reid, that was-”
“Incredibly stupid?”
“Amazing.”
They locked eyes, she was smiling, why? He thought. His hair was all messed up, Emily reached up to push a strand of hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. He chuckled.
“I-I don’t know what came over me…” he had never been this flustered around her before, god he was making a fool of himself.
“I could have handled him on my own, you know?” she smiled.
“Yeah haha, I know…”
“Thanks though.”
A moment of silence fell over them, the noise of the city was all there was to be heard.
“I really hope Hotch didn’t see that.” Reid said.
“Oh he and the rest left hours ago.”
“Really?” Reid was genuinely confused. “What time is it?” he looked at his watch, it read 2 am. “Christ, it’s late.” he hadn’t noticed, he had been too busy looking at Emily all night.
“Spencer…” Emily calling him by his first name caught him off guard “I know this might be incredibly inappropriate but… do you wanna get out of here?”
At first Spencer was confused, but when he looked in her eyes, he understood what she meant. Is this really happening?
“Uhh… I don’t know I mean we work together and-” he was cut off by Emily, she had gently put her lips on his. Her lips were soft and warm, her breath hot on his face. Instinctively he closed his eyes and kissed her back, carefully grabbing her face with his hands. She opened her mouth, letting his tongue in, he grabbed her hair, and kissed her with passion, god he was drunk, what was he doing? Even though it was wrong, it felt incredibly right, she put her hands on his waists, and pulled him closer, kissing him one last time before she pulled away, looking in his eyes, she said “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time”
“Me too.” Reid admitted.
Nothing else had to be said before they were getting a cab back to Emily’s apartment. The ride passed them in a flash, before they even knew it they were stumbling through her door, their hands all over each other. Spencer barely got to close the door behind him before Emily was loosening his tie. There was an urgency in her kisses, a deep desire Spencer had no idea she had. She was rushing to unbutton his shirt.
“You know Emily-” He broke away from the kiss, his torso exposed “Maybe this isn’t the best idea.”
Emily put a hand on his chest, slowly dragging it down over his stomach down to his belt buckle. “Really?” she asked, slowly getting down on her knees, unbuckling his belt.
“Oh fuck-” Spencer knew Emily could feel how hard he was through his pants. She undid the button and slowly unzipped, teasing him with her every move.
“You don’t think I know you’ve been looking at me all night? I could feel your jealousy from all across the bar.” Sometimes Spencer would forget that Emily was a profiler too.
“Were you dancing with all those guys… to make me jealous?” he looked down at her, the way she looked up at him through her eyebrows sent a warm feeling down his spine.
“Maybe…” she slowly pulled down his pants. “If I was, are you going to punish me?”
Spencer was not expecting her to be so bold, but he liked it and was going to go along with it.
“We’ll see.”
She pulled down his boxers and let him free, he winced at the feeling of the slightly cold air on his erect cock, but the feeling didn’t last long cause quickly Emily took him in her mouth like she had been waiting for this moment forever. He let out a quiet moan at the sensation. She went slow, teasing the life out of him, his legs could barely support his weight, the way Emily was pleasing him made him feel like his body was on fire.
She removed her lips from his cock and looked up at him. Spencer was starstruck by the look of her, her hair all messy, spit around her mouth, on her knees, he had never seen something so beautiful before. Spencer wasn’t a bad view from Emily’s angle either, such a normally well put together man, now standing sweating and panting, hair messed up, shirt unbuttoned, tie hanging loosely around his neck and cock exposed, he stood there carved like an ancient statue.
Spencer reached his hand down under her chin and brought her back up on her feet, even though Spencer hadn’t finished yet, he still felt he needed to return the favor, he leaned in and whispered in her ear; “My turn.”
Spencer couldn’t lift her, but he could grab her by the waist and guide her to the bed, he gently laid her down on her back, kissing her neck, making his way down over her chest. Emily was struck by his affection, it had been a while since she had been with someone so gentle and caring.
He stood up at the foot of the bed to take her heels off, he kissed the inside of her ankle, then slowly kissed his way up to her inner thigh, he pushed her dress up to her stomach, then he slowly pulled down her panties, he threw them across the room without a care in the world. With his head between her thighs he asked “May I?” in a deep tone. “Please.” she begged. He kissed her inner thigh once more before putting his mouth on her lips. Emily let out a loud moan, she had been waiting for this moment all night. His tongue gracing her clit over and over again, Emily reached down and grabbed his hair, tugging at it slightly, he was eating her out with longing and desire and Emily had not felt this good in years. He kept going and Emily kept letting out these sweet moans that made him feel like he was going to melt from the inside. When she was right on the brink of orgasm she said; “Reid-” he looked up. First Emily was too stunned at the look of the man to speak, he was slightly out of breath, panting, his hair completely messed up, his beautiful body displayed for her eyes only. “Yes?” he breathed.
“I was only dancing with those guys to make you jealous, I didn’t even know if it was possible to make you jealous, so I had to try.”
Something changed in his face, his demeanor. Emily could tell he had a plan. He got up and opened her right nightstand, from where he grabbed a condom.
“Wha- how did you know I have those there?” Emily was genuinely confused.
“Emily, I think you forget I’m a profiler.”
Right, she thought, he probably had that one figured out the second they stepped in the apartment.
He kicked off his shoes and pants before taking off his shirt. He took his tie off carefully, then crawled on the bed on top of her. He pushed her dress up and off her beautiful frame.
God she was beautiful Spencer thought, he went behind her back to take her bra off, he threw it in the same direction as her underwear. They were both naked and exposed now, but nothing had ever felt so right. He took his tie lying on the side of the bed. “If you really did do that to make me jealous, maybe I do have to punish you.” that shyness there would normally always be in his voice was gone, and it made Emily feel all kinds of things.
He took her hands and lifted them over her head, then tied them to the bedpost behind her with his tie, he kept eye contact with her the entire time. “Is this okay?” he asked.
“More than okay.”
He leaned down and kissed her deeply, he cupped her face and let his tongue find the inside of her mouth, she let him in.
Spencer opened the condom with his teeth, he put it on and inserted himself into her gently, she was wet and open, just for him. They both moaned loudly, Emily worried about her neighbors but only for a second, because the next, Spencer started moving, thrusting his hips, his hard cock moving inside her, the pleasure radiating through her entire body. She wrapped her legs around him, keeping him close. He kept thrusting and moving, making these sweet moans and noises. His hands were all over her body, feeling her, he was admiring her with his hands and Emily had never felt so cared about.
With her hands tied above her head there was nothing she could really do but lay there and enjoy, take in all the sensations, capturing every moment like a photograph in her mind, this was something she’d never want to forget.
“Ah god yes!” Emily cried when Spencer hit just the right spot.
“Does it feel good?” He asked, that tone of that shy little boy came out in his voice again, Emily looked him deep in the eyes and reassured him.
“Yes, god yes just keep going.” and he did.
His thrusting got more urgent, more needy, he was close, Emily could tell. His moans and whimpers were getting louder. He dug his face in her neck, kissing and biting, leaving bruises on her neck and collarbones, it hurt a little but Emily liked it, it made her feel alive. She gripped the bedpost behind her so tightly she worried it might break.
The feeling was building up inside her, all this teasing and this is what it all let up too. Not only was he going faster, but harder too, her grip around him was getting tighter and stronger, she was getting close Spencer knew. With the last of his energy, he thrusted long and hard as they both came in sync. Whimpers and loud moans escaped their mouths, Emily let go of him with her legs, she was exhausted, but the feeling was lingering in her body, making her feel warm and good.
Spencer reached up and untied her, throwing the tie on the floor, he collapsed next to her.
“Wow… that was-” he managed to say between heavy breaths.
“Yeah…” Emily agreed.
He wrapped his arms around her body, keeping her close. He snuggled into the crook of her neck, kissing it gently, before moving up and kissing her lips.
“You’re amazing.” he said, completely starstruck.
“I should get you jealous more often, Spence.” she laughed, kissing him back.
“Yeah, maybe you should.” he laughed too.