Passive-Aggressive Partnership: Epilogue
A/N: Considering the fact that tonight is CM night, I need smut and fluff, so I had a couple people say they wanted the make-up/engagement sex from the reader and Spencer’s fight, even though technically they already had the make-up sex lol ;) @coveofmemories @bleedreid @my-xomatosis-s
“Okay, Garcia,” Y/N said for the third time in as many minutes. “We really have to go now.”
“But why do you have to go? We should celebrate your and Boy Genius’ engagement all through the night!” she said, throwing fake confetti around the restaurant. After work, everyone had insisted on going out to dinner to celebrate their engagement. Everyone had at least a drink or two, and now most were three or four drinks in and very lovey-dovey, Garcia being the worst of them all.
With a laugh, Y/N grabbed Garcia by the shoulders. Normally, she wasn’t so frank, but Garcia was so wasted, she probably wouldn’t remember what she’d said in the morning. “The reason we have to go is because I want to jump my fiancee’s bones, capiche?”
“Oh my god, I’m so dumb,” she laughed, taking another sip of her fourth beer. “Of course, you just got engaged. You’re young and in love. Go! Have fun!” She turned back around to everyone at the table, most of whom looked over with raised eyebrows; they knew exactly why Y/N was pulling Spencer out of the restaurant.
“Morgan!” Y/N yelled before walking out of the restaurant completely. “Make sure she gets home okay, she’s plastered. Text me when she’s home.”
“I got you, babe. You and Pretty Boy have fun. You sure you’re gonna be up for sexy times, Pretty Ricky?” Morgan asked facetiously, laughing as Spencer flipped him the finger before walking away.
As they walked down the street (they lived about ten blocks away), Y/N looked over. Spencer’s face was content, a bit sleepily, a little drunk - a look she normally didn’t see from him. “You gonna be okay for that make-up sex we talked about?” she said with a wink. “I’m fine if you wanna wait, but we just got engaged, so I wanted some us time.”
“Oh, don’t think I’m not good to go,” he said, turning around and walking backward in front of her. “Don’t let Morgan get in your head. I may have had a couple of drinks, but I have been waiting for this, and I will not let booze get in my way.” The loon nearly walked off the curb, but Y/N caught him, pulling him in the direction of their apartment, but not before stopping for a water bottle. “I’m cleansing,” he laughed.
“I’m sure you are,” she replied. “I’m just saying that we can go home and have sex and that’s great, or we can cuddle up on the couch. I just want some special time together. I only plan on getting engaged once.” Just as they got back to the apartment, he finished up his water, chucking the bottle into the recycling can outside. “Me too, and I am perfectly sober and good to go.” They approached the apartment door and he reached out for her, pulling her head to his by the back of her neck.
She pulled out the key for their apartment, her lips gliding over the vein in his neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I love you so much,” he said. He was still a little drunk, but he didn’t seem to care, reaching back and taking off his shirt the second he got into the apartment. As they went to step toward the bedroom, their feet got tangled, causing them to lurch backward toward the floor and leaving them a tangled mess somewhere between the kitchen and the bedroom. “Guess we’re doing this down here,” he laughed.
“Really?” she snickered, burying her head in his neck. “Isn’t that gonna hurt you?”
“I’m still a little drunk,” he laughed, pulling her mouth to his. “I’ll be fine.” Bolting upward, she reached down for the hem of her shirt and ripped it off, her bra flying in the opposite direction before she came to lie flat against his chest again. She smiled as the engagement ring reflected the light of the moon. He’d picked out a beautiful piece that she still hadn’t had the chance to truly appreciate yet.
Pushing off his body yet again, she came to stand up above him, watching him wriggle out of his jeans as she disposed of hers. He took himself in his hand, righting himself so she could sheath his length immediately, but she took him by surprise, kneeling between his legs as she took him in her mouth, her wet heat causing his hips to jerk upward. “Oh my god,” he said, reaching over and grabbing for his pants.
“Do you wanna just not use that,” she asked, referring to condom he was reaching for. “We can get a jump start on that family.”
“You sure?” he asked, biting his lip as the mood changing from fervid to sweet in milliseconds. She nodded, crawling up his body and placing kisses as she went, until she finally reached his mouth again.
“Yea,” she said, grazing her teeth against his chin. “I want all of the babies.” When she ground down on his pelvis, he moaned, pushing his length upward again so she could envelop him. His mouth fell open at the feel of her heated core. Like a sensual dance, her hips swerved and swiveled, his hips moving against her to the beat as his fingers tangled into her hair, just tight enough to cause the slightest hint of pain that went straight through her. As her orgasm began to crest, she lost control of her movements, bracing her hands against his chest as she ground her core into him at an angle. “Oh shit, Spence,” she moaned. She shook violently against him, her orgasm running wild as he flipped her over and rode out her high before his own began to roll through him.
“Oh god, Y/N,” he breathed, nestling his head in her neck as he called out her name. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing ever so slightly against his ass as he came inside her. “Wow…”
She giggled into his mouth, her tongue jutting out to bathe her bottom lip, before she went and nibbled at the sweet spot behind his ear. “You wanna maybe take the rest of this baby-making to the bedroom?”
In one fell swoop, he jumped off the floor, gathered her into his arms and walked her into the bedroom to get a jump start on their new life together.