High Tensions - Thirteen
This chapter is loooong. And it could be two chapters really but I decided not to prolong your suffering.
You slept in the next morning waking up at around 11am, only to move to the bathroom to lounge around in the bath for another hour.
The whole team had stayed at headquarters until 2am at least, everyone wanting to finish off their case files so they didn’t have to go in this weekend. There was a certain buzz among everyone, it was the first time you’d all get to go the ball together. And you were especially excited to see Reid all dressed up. You might have a small ‘thing’ for guys in tuxes.
The girls were picking you up at 2pm and you were heading to the hotel, so you started getting your things together, carefully collecting your dress bag when Penelope text you to say that she, JJ and Prentiss were on their way. You headed outside to wait for them all.
They pulled up minutes later and you climbed into the back seat carefully.
Twenty minutes into the drive your phone buzzed, interrupting your chatter with the girls.
Spencer, “We’re already at the hotel. Our rooms are next to each other by the way.”
You replied, “Is that by coincidence or by the doing of a certain Doctor I know.”
“I might have asked them to make some amendments to the bookings. It just makes it easier for when you’re texting me later, begging me to come and take you.”
You smirked at your phone. “You still think you can make me ask for it? Spence, you’ve already told me I’m getting it one way or another Sunday night anyway. I think I can wait until then.”
“And what if I’ve changed my mind?” He had to be shitting you right?
“What’s Emily’s room number? I’ll visit her and fuck her mouth instead.”
“No fucking way Y/N. I’ve not changed my mind at all. The only mouth you’ll be fucking this weekend will be mine. Hopefully later this evening if I have my way, but if not then tomorrow will do and I’ll crown you Queen.”
“Tomorrow will be fine. This Queen needs her crown. And you can kneel before me as a loyal subject.”
“I’ll forever be loyal to you Y/N. And no matter what, you’re still my Queen.”
Awww, that was actually sweet. You smiled, putting your phone away and raising your head, seeing JJ and Penelope looking at you, Emily’s eyes flicking to the rear view mirror.
“Are you two sexting again?” JJ grinned from her seat.
“Erm not really.”
“That’s a yes then,” Emily spoke.
“Y/N? What happens after you two actually do it. Because…. I’m not the only one here who can see that there’s something more going on am I? I mean I’m not even a profiler.” Garcia turned to you, the others nodding in agreement.
How much did you reveal here. When you hadn’t really revealed that much to Spencer.
Fuck it. You didn’t get chance for girl chat that often.
“Okay, so to begin with, it was just about sex. It’s no secret that Reid and I find way other attractive, that was established a while ago thanks to those tequila slammers you poured down our throats.” You glared at Penelope jokingly.
“But for me at least, there’s definitely more there. We’ve talked but only briefly. And we kinda had a date a few weeks ago. So we’ll see. I hope it goes somewhere else, but I’m a big girl and can cope if it doesn’t.”
The girls seemed satisfied with your answer, them giving the expected squeals and smiles at your admission of actually wanting more.
You arrived at the hotel thirty minutes later and checked in, texting Spencer that you were here.
Less than sixty seconds after closing the door, you heard a knock. As expected it was Spencer. With a gift bag.
“Can I come in for a second?”
“Of course.” You moved aside to let him in, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“So I got you a gift. It’s not another toy though so sorry to disappoint. Open it when I leave okay.”
You furrowed your eyebrows at him but agreed.
“Are you looking forward to the party?” he asked, sitting next to you on the bed.
“I am. And I’m especially looking forward to seeing you all 007’d up.”
He laughed at you, reaching out and brushing your hair behind your ear.
“Will you dance with me later Spencer? I know that’s not really your thing.”
“Maybe. We’ll see whether you make it to the dance floor or not. If I have my way, you’ll be dragging me back up here after dinner.”
He leant in close, his hand going to the small of your back and his lips connecting with your neck suddenly.
“Spencer, I need to get ready,” you moaned as his mouth sucked on your collarbone, his tongue tickling you sending warmth straight between your legs. His other hand moved to your thighs, pushing between them dangerously close to the top and began tracing patterns over the inside. Fuck.
“You sure you don’t just want to stay here? I’ll make it worth your while.” His words breathy on your neck.
“I’m sure you would but I want my crown tomorrow. And I’ve paid for a dress that looks amazing. I wanna wear it.”
“So wear it whilst I’m doing you then. We can pull it up.”
You laughed and pulled away from his wandering mouth. You really couldn’t wait to feel those lips everywhere tomorrow.
“Maybe I’ll put it back on for you tomorrow Spencer. Now leave please. I need to make myself presentable.”
He begrudgingly pulled away and stood, heading to your door.
“Y/N you could go down in a bin bag and still be the most attractive girl in the room. But I’ll leave you alone. For now.”
“Just a second Spence.” You hauled yourself off your bed and walked over to him. Standing up on your tip toes you brushed your lips against his, doing the one thing that you’d been allowed to do all along but so far hadn’t.
He responded immediately, his hands moving to your waist and pulling you close as your hands reached around his neck, tangling in his hair. His mouth began to move against yours, his lips soft and smooth, his kisses sweet and slow. You’d resisted kissing him until now, it was something you adored doing; kissing seeming so much more intimate in some ways than actually having sex with someone, But with only 24 hours to go, you figured it would be okay.
Boy, were you regretting that decision now. Spencer’s hands slipped under the bottom of your t-shirt, warm against the skin of your tummy. His tongue flicked out, swiping slowly across your mouth, requesting access. You both angled your heads, instictively leaning in the opposite direction to the other to allow the kiss to deepen.
Your lips parted and you tongue found his, the tips carressing each others lightly. You could taste a mixture of coffee and mints, the combination unsual but not offensive. You moved your hands to his hair, running your fingers through his locks, messing them even more than they already were. Fuuuuuck, you just wanted to do this forever. You needed to stop. But….Just one thing first. Something you’d been dying to do.
Pulling back, you sucked his bottom lip inbetween yours. Tugging at it slightly with your teeth, hearing him groan against you.
Okay….Stopping now. Definitly stopping now. You broke contact completely, reaching behind him and pulling your door open.
“Bye Reid! Best start getting ready.”
His eyes were glazed slightly as he slowly licked his lips, tracing where yours had been only seconds ago.
“You sure you dont’ just wanna stay here all night?” his voice low and sexy again.
“Sure….Well ninety percent sure at least.” More like fifty/fifty if you were being honest with yourself but he didn’t need to know that.
He sighed loudly, rolling his eyes at you. “I’ll see you soon Y/N.”
You shut the door behindhim, squeezing your eyes shut. Fuck me, the boy was a good kisser. Good with his mouth, which only made you think of one thing.
STOP……24 Hours girl. Queen Tease remember. You’ve got this.
You sat down at the dresser, plugging your curling irons in and got to work.
An hour later your hair and make up was done. Your hair was half up and half down, light curls flowing through it. Your make up was simple but effective. Dark smokey eyes with lashings of mascara to excentuate your lashes, and a light brush of lip gloss. In the mirror you spied the gift bag that Spencer had given you and you moved back to the bed to open it.
Two packages were inside, The first, a small black box which you prised open to find a pair of gorgeus silver earings. Small diamond studs with a trail of tiny silver stars dangling from them. They were beautiful and would go well with your dress tonight. You threaded them through your ears straight away, admiring them in the mirror. How sweet of him.
The next package was soft and tissue wrapped. You unwrapped it, laughing when you saw what it was. A pair of black, lacy french knickers. A note fell from the tissue paper and you recognised Spencer’s handwriting.
“I have no idea what sort of dress you’re wearing, but providing it allows wear these underneath please. When you beg me to peel your dress off you later, I want to see these underneath. If the dress doesn’t allow for lacy things, then don’t wear anything at all!”
The dress you’d chosen wasn’t tight fitting and if Spencer liked lace then he was in for a treat. You’d gone with a shorter dress, one that one was fitted to your waist but then flared out slightly, the skirt made from layers of chiffon. It was a light purple and was one of the more expensive items of clothing you’d purchased. The back of the dress was a sheer lace panel which meant you had to go braless. Luckily the front of the dress had built in support.
You stripped and slipped on the underwear, the material soft against your skin. Turning sideways, you inspected your profile in the mirror, enoying the way they cut across your butt making it look perter than normal. You were tempted to take another photo and send it to the man in the room next door but you knew if you did, you’d never make it to dinner. Instead you continued dressing, completing the look with pair a silver heels. Satisfied with the overall look, you spritzed yourself with perfume, noting that it was fast approaching the time you’d agreed to meet.
Grabbing your evening bag, you opened your door to see Spencer stood there, his hand raised ready to knock on your door.
Spencer in a tux.
You exited your room quickly, pulling the door shut behind you, knowing you were tempted to pull him into the room and abandon all hope of getting your crown.
“What?” he asked you, confused.
“You look hot. Like so fucking hot.”
“Really? I feel ridiculous.”
“Well you don’t look it. You look handsome, and gorgeous and just…..ugh.”
He grinned at you, please with your compliment. “You look stunning by the way.”
“Thank you kind sir. And thank you for these. They’re beautiful.” You motioned towards the earings.
“Oh and….” you glanced around, checking that the hallway was empty before lifting the hem of the dress up quckly. “Thanks for these too.”
You spun on the spot, giving him the full 360 degree view of your in the french knickers, his eyes widening at you and a low moan leaving his lips.
“Ready for dinner?” You smirked at him.
“If we must. I’d much rather be eating something else though Y/N.”
“You can have as much of that as you want tomorrow. Seconds, thirds and even fourths if you want.”
“You bet I want.”
You reached out for his hand and headed down to the elevators with him.
Dinner was amazing. Naturally the BAU were seated at the same table, the wine flowing.
When the plates had been cleared away, the music was turned up and people slowly trickled on to the dance floor.
You were deeply engrossed in a conversation with JJ and Emily, Spencer’s hand carressing your leg under the table out of sight from the others. His fingers kept drifting higher, stroking the edges of the lace on the panties he’d asked you to wear. Luckily you were sat in the corner so people situated at the other tables couldn’t see your dress being moved higher and higher.
His finger slipped under the edge of the lace, not actually touching you anywhere he wasn’t allowed to, but still incredibly close. Yet his face was the picture of calm whilst you were sure yours was becoming increasingly pinker.
You were right.
“Are you okay Y/N, you look a little flushed,” JJ asked.
You coughed, clearing your throat. “I’m fine. I could just use a drink is all.” Your wine glass was empty and the waiters hadn’t been round again to replace the empty bottles.
“Do you need something wet to quench your first Y/N? I know I do.” So close, so fucking close, if you shifted your weight slightly he’d have his hands on you, just where that bullet had been. He smirked.
“Actually Spencer, I do. I’m going to the bar.” Pushing his hand away you stood up, shimmying past the other chairs and out of your corner.
Instead of going to the bar, you headed to the ladies room, splashing cool water on your face and freshening up some. You heard the sounds of the toilet flushing in one of the cubicles and a few seconds later, Garcia exited.
“Hey Pretty Lady, you okay?” she asked, washing and then drying her hands.
“Yep.” You reapplied your lip gloss.
“The genius is trying to get to you isn’t he?” She raised an eyebrow.
“How do you know?”
“Well it’s pretty obvious when the hand that’s closest to you has been under the table for most of the evening. I hope he’s not breaking any rules!” She grinned.
“Technically he’s not Penelope. But damn, I wish he fucking would.”
“So just call it quits, declare him winner and go get some.“
“Not tonight. I just…. I need to win.”
You led the way out of the bathroom and back to the ballroom, noticing that the team had got up to dance in your absence, Spencer with them.
You and Penelope stood at the edge of the dance floor watching them, giggling at Spencer’s clumsy moves. He didn’t look terrible, just self conscious and that made him look a worse dancer than what he actually was.
Derek spotted you both and strutted over in time with the music. Both hands held out, he reached for you and Penny, taking one of your hands in each of his and kissing Penelope first and then yours. Tugging, he pulled you both on the dance floor.
You let yourself be tugged and you were soon engulfed into the horde of bodies, dancing and laughing with everyone.
Even Hotch was having a good time, spinning JJ around and attempting to dip her. You danced for about twenty minutes before the tempo dropped, a slower song coming on.
Immediately looking around for Spencer, you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning to see one of the interns looking at you.
“Erm…. I don’t suppose I could have this dance could I?” He looked so sweet and nervous, Daniel; you thought his name was.
You nodded not wanting to hurt his feelings and placed your hands on his shoulders, moving with him for the song. When it finished, his grip on your waist didn’t loosen and you glanced around looking for Reid. You couldn’t see him.
“Excuse me Daniel, I er, need a water break.” He released you and you wandered to the edge of the dance floor, not seeing Spencer anywhere.
There was a balcony area outside, near where the exit was and you tried there, thinking maybe he’d needed some air.
You were right, you found him leaning on the railing alone. You walked to his side and touched his arm.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah. I just….. I don’t know. I didn’t like seeing someone else slow dancing with you. It would have okay it if was Hotch or Rossi, or even Morgan, but I didn’t like watching him with his hands on you.”
You turned to Spencer and took his hands into your own, placing them on your hips.
“So put your hands on me instead then.” Another slow song had started up inside and you stepped closer to him, linking your arms around his neck.
“Dance with me?”
He nodded and you slowly began to sway to the music together. In your heels it was easy for you to rest your head on his shoulder and as you did, you heard him sigh.
“Spencer what’s wrong?” you whispered. Something was bugging him.
“I just…. I just don’t want this to be over.”
“What to be over?“
“This. You and me. After tomorrow, there’s no reason for us to spend as much time with each other, no reason for us to be around each other as much as we have been lately. I don’t want it to go back to normal.”
“Spence, we talked about this though. I thought we were going to go out on an actual date and stuff? ”
“Y/N. I’ve seen the way guys look at you. You can have anyone you wanted. Why would you want to date me?”
“And I’ve seen the way girls look at you too. And it’s not just looks Spencer either. I’ve told you before, I think you’re perfect. And don’t say you’re not. Because what I mean, is that you’re perfect for me.” You pulled away to look up at him, disbelief colouring his eyes still. Why didn’t he get it?
You tried again. “This isn’t just about sex for me Spencer, and I know it’s not for you either right?“
“Do you really think that if it had been me and Morgan or you and Emily left standing at the end of the original bet that it would have been extended?”
He considered your question before answering, “Probably not, no.”
“Garcia and Derek suggested this because they knew we liked each other, we’d told them as much before. But nothing was happening. They gave us an excuse to behave inappropriately towards each other. A reason to spend more time together. A cover for us to actually grow closer, develop a relationship out of this even.”
His eyes flickered at the word relationship. “Is that what we have?"
You watched his face carefully. "Is that what you want?"
The feeling of his mouth on yours was your answer. You kissed him back, tasting wine on his lips, moving your mouth against his gently; savouring the feeling.
You pulled apart a few moments later remembering where you were. Anyone could walk out any second and see.
"Spence, I’m feeling kinda tired. I think I’m gonna head back to my room.” You stared at him, hoping he’d get the message. He nodded.
You slipped back through the ball room, making your way back up stairs to your room. A few minutes later, a knock on the door.
“It’s open,” you called. He entered, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. You both just stood there, staring at each other.
Not saying a word you reached for the zip on the side of your dress, tugging it down and letting the dress fall to the floor leaving you standing in your heels and panties. And nothing else.
Spencer crossed the room, shrugging out of his jacket as he went and falling to his knees in front of you. Pressing his lips to your tummy, he started peppering you with little butterfly kisses, his hands moving straight to the lace fabric covering your butt.
He kissed every inch of your stomach, dipping his tongue into your belly button earning a gasp from you as the feeling shot straight to your core.
Dragging his lips upwards, his teeth catching on your skin, he didn’t stop when he got to your breast this time. One hand remaining on your ass, he moved the other to your chest, cupping you and massaging gently. His mouth continued it’s exploration, his tongue circling your pink nipple, latching onto it when he heard the moan that left you.
Your own hands moved to his head, tangling in his wavy hair. You looked down at him at the same time as he looked up, your eyes meeting.
Catching your other hard bud between his thumb and forefinger he tugged, sucking hard at the same time, his tongue flicking over it in quick succession.
“Oh my God,” you whispered, biting down hard on your lip.
You felt yourself growing wet between your legs as he did it again, tugging and pinching with one hand whilst sucking and flicking with his mouth and tongue, his eyes not moving from yours.
The hand that was groping your ass moved, pushing between your thighs and rubbing it over your underwear.
The friction of the lace being rubbed over your clit as he continued to work your nipples was almost unbearable and you let out a long moan.
“Y/N, these panties are soaked.” Spencer’s words vibrated against your chest, your legs moving apart at the sound of his low breathy voice. It was amazing how different he sounded when he was turned on.
“Uh huh. Take them off then."
"In a sec.”
He dragged his hand over the front of the lace, rubbing right where he knew your clit would be.
Your eyes closed as he rubbed faster over your underwear, your head arching back as he bit down gently on your chest.
“Spencer…….ahhh. Oh shit.” You’d been in the room for less than ten minutes and you were going to come.
He pressed harder, sensing you were close. It was almost painful how turned on you felt. Just when you were ready to let go, he stopped. Withdrawing from you completely.
“Wait….. Why have you stopped."
"No reason,” he smirked, licking the tips of his fingers where he’d been touching you through your panties. You thought you were going to die right then and there.
He stood in front of you tugging at his tie. You helped, starting to undo his shirt as he pulled the tie from around his neck, discarding it on the floor.
You reached for his belt, unclasping it and before long, he was in the same state of undress that you were, the outline of his dick pressing hard against his shorts.
You moved your hand to stroke it but he stopped you, gripping your wrist. “Not yet. I’m not gonna be able to last long this time as it is Y/N."
"So make me come first then.”
“Oh I will.” He tugged you towards the bed, pushing you down gently so that you were flat against it. Moving to your hips he dragged your panties off then placed his hand back between your legs, his fingers skimming straight over your clit and going straight to your entrance.
“You’re so fucking wet Y/N,” he murmured, his head resting on his other hand as he lay to the side of you, propped up.
“Yeah well, take it as a compliment Spen…. Oh……Oh fuck.” You didn’t get chance to finish. Instead you felt him push two fingers inside your slit, curling them once inside.
“Oh jeez Y/N. I can’t wait to put my dick inside here. It’s so warm and tight.”
“So do….. Oh my god…..do it Spencer.”
“In a second.”
He started pumping with his fingers, his long digits hitting your g spot and causing you to whimper. Your clit was throbbing still, dying to be touched, although from the look on Spencer’s face he knew what you wanted. He just wasn’t going to do it yet.
Fine. You slid your own hand down your body, finding your hard bundle with your own fingers and starting to rub as Spencer’s hand thrusted against you.
“Stop it Y/N. That’s my job now.“
"Then fucking do it already,” you whined.
“In a second.” He curled his fingers again causing your hips to lift off the bed as he pushed them deep inside you before retracting altogether.
“So…. Mouth or fingers Y/N?” He moved, positioning himself between your knees.
He laughed, “I told you. Not yet. It’ll be over to soon.”
“I don’t care!"
"Yes you do. I recall you telling me before that it didn’t matter if I took 30 minutes or 30 seconds as long as I made you come first.”
“Then hurry up and make me come then.” You were getting impatient and he was loving it.
“I will. Now mouth or fingers?” he asked again.
“As you wish.” Spreading your legs he lowered his mouth to your centre. Licking a thick stripe up from your slit, he moaned.
Your hands were gripping the sheets in anticipation and he licked again, starting from your ass all the way up to your clit before sucking on it hard. He began to move his mouth against you, sucking and rolling your throbbing aching clit with his tongue and teeth before pushing his fingers back inside you, resuming his thrusts.
It was too much, he was too good at this. He flicked his tongue against you quickly, hearing your breathing and gasps quicken as you moaned his name again.
"Spencer… OH FUCK… Ah… Oh….. ” No longer capable of forming words, you let go, shuddering against his mouth as he licked and fucked you with his hand, your orgasm burning through you.
You shudders reduced to trembles now, Spencer spoke, “You know, if I were to carry on, chances are you’d have a multiple orgasm.”
“Seriously Reid, shorts off, dick out and inside me now. You can try and give me one with that.” Your head was pounding but you needed him to fuck you properly.
“Not likely, unless your playing with yourself at the same time Y/N. You know most orgasms come from clitoral stimulation.”
He was right but you tugged his hair hard pulling him up to you and using your feet and legs to push his boxers down.
“Just fucking put it in okay.” You grinned at him, seeing him do the same as he adjusted himself at your entrance, before slowly pushing inside. You both groaned and he lowered his forehead so that it was resting against yours, capturing your lips in a kiss as you both got used to the sensation.
“Y/N,” he pulled his lips away.
“Hmmmmm?” You smoothed his hair back from his face.
“This feels amazing.” He shifted back onto his arms and started to move inside you, slowly at first but increasing his momentum quickly.
Lifting your legs, your wrapped them around his waist knowing it made you tighter for him. Slipping your hand back between you, you started to rub at your clit, quickly feeling another orgasm beginning to build as Spencer thrust away inside you.
The look in his eyes, and the groans and gasps that escaped him told you he was close. You squeezed hard, causing his eyes to widen at the sensation of you clenched around him as he drove deep inside you.
You rubbed frantically ready to come again when Spencer groaned loudly and his hips ground hard against yours. You could feel him releasing himself inside you and you continued rubbing, a second orgasm overtaking your body seconds later.
He pumped a few more times, more slowly, his face damp with sweat and exertion, before collapsing on top of you.
You lowered your legs back down to the bed and wrapped your arms around him as he buried his face into your neck.
“Fuck me…. ” he muttered into your neck.
“You kinda just did,” you giggled, playing with his hair softly.
He kissed your neck gently. “You know what I mean…..That was just….“
"Amazing, brilliant, the best sex of your life? Cos that pretty much sums it up for me” you offered.
“Really? Even though it didn’t last that long?”
“Yep. You’re amazing Spencer. I’m not going to be able stop looking at your mouth now that I know what you can do with it.”
“Y/N, you’re constantly looking at my mouth anyway.”
So he’d noticed then. You chuckled, “What can I say. You have nice lips. And now I know what they feel like on me. I’m claiming them as my own personal property. Just so you know.”
“You can have them for as long as you want them.” He kissed your neck again, nuzzling against you.
“Cool. How does forever sound?” you asked him tentatively, suddenly scared.
He pulled his head away so he could look at you. When he was certain you were being serious he replied, “Sounds perfect.”
“Awesome. Now how long before you’re ready to go again, cos I’ve got a huge tub in the bathroom and I’ve kinda always had a thing about you with wet hair as well.”
He pulled himself away from you, moving off the bed and tugging you with him.
“My Queen’s wish is her command.
When the alarm went off the next morning, you were both thoroughly exhausted, having got maybe an hour of sleep at most.
You ached, but in a good way. You lay there, Spencer’s hand tracing lazy patterns on your bare back. You felt…… Happy.
The rest of last night had been spent exploring every inch of other bodies, kissing, caressing and sucking every part of each other that you could. The second, third and fourth time Spencer had fucked you had lasted much longer than the first and by 5am you were well and truly orgasmed out.
In between all of the moaning, you two had talked, laughing and joking together, a constant smile on both of your faces. You really didn’t want to leave this room now.
You rolled over to face Spencer, a smile on his face when he saw you were awake. He immediately placed his hand on your hip, pulling you close.
"Good morning,” his voice was croaky from the lack of sleep.
“It IS a very good morning isn’t it?”
“I still can’t believe we actually did it.”
“And I still can’t believe that it wasn’t a total letdown. We’d built it up for so long.” You smoothed his hair back from his face, before nestling closer to him.
He laughed. “I’d offer another round, but I genuinely think we’ve broken my dick. I can use other things though.”
“Spencer if you even dare try to touch me again, I think I’ll cry. I feel like I’ve spent all weekend horse back riding. I’m sooo sore. Give it 12 hours at least.”
You leaned in for a kiss, tasting sleep on his lips.
“What do we tell the others when they ask who won? Because they’ll definitely know something happened,” he asked when he pulled back.
“Erm well technically neither of us said it. But you WERE the one to touch me somewhere you shouldn’t have first…… But I’m willing to call it a draw.”
“They’re gonna be so pissed.”
“Y/N?” His hands carresed your cheek softly.
“This isn’t a dream is it?”
“No Spence, it’s not. Although it feels a bit like that to me too. I think it’s the lack of sleep. Shall we go find some coffee?”
“Can you just insert a drip directly into my veins so I don’t have to move?”
You nudged him. “Come on lazy. We can go back to bed later….. To sleep.”
“Among other things?” he raised his eyebrows.
You showered, changed and entered the breakfast room together, holding hands.
The rest of the team were already there and when Derek clocked the hand holding, he started clapping, the rest of the team and then the room slowly joining in and cheering.
You both couldn’t help but blush as you made your way to the teams table, pulling up chairs.
“Soooo?” Derek asked, a shit eating grin on his face.
“Oh handsome, do you really need to ask. Did you not see the way she walked? Of course they did it. A fair few times I’m guessing.”
You nodded at Derek to clarify and held up four fingers to him, his eyes widening as he whacked Spencer on his back. “My man!"
"So who won then, Pen?” JJ asked.
She pulled out her phone, flicking through her apps.
“Who caved? Cos three people had tonight but with different outcomes.”
You looked at each other before Spencer answered. “It was kinda a draw. We both gave in at the same time."
"I kinda thought that would happen. Soooo…. ” Penelope chucked an envelope at you. “That’s the original six hundred from the first bet. Share it, have a weekend away or something because I presume you two are now a thing?”
You both nodded, smiling. Penelope squeaked, clapping her hands. “Told you our plan would work,” she directed her comment at Morgan.
You laughed muttering to Spencer, “Told you…..” He squeezed your hand under the table in response.
“And I’ve just messaged the winner to come and collect.”
“How much is the prize money anyway?” Emily asked her.
“Nine thousand, seven hundred.”
Spencer sputtered and you paused, hand mid air.
“Well it was a hundred dollar buy in. Pretty much every Agent in the building had a go.”
Every agent in the building knew about yours and Spencer sex life. Fantastic.
You continued on with your breakfast, light chatter filling the silence. You felt a hand grasp you lightly on your shoulder and you turned to see Erin Strauss stood behind you, her hand on Reid’s shoulder as well.
“I believe I have you two to thank for funding this year’s trip to Aspen. I’m sure Agent Hotchner has already warned you both not to let this impact on your work, although knowing the both of you, I’m certain it won’t. Congratulations, you two make a lovely couple.”
She collected another envelope from Garcia before winking at Rossi, him quickly pushing his chair back and following her out of the room.
“Strauss?” Everyone was unanimous in their disbelief.
“Yup. She was one of the first people to get in on it when we opened the pool up. Rossi must have told her about it because I certainly didn’t include her in the email.”
“I knew I should have bet on the draw.” Hotch gave you both a rare grin.
“I still can’t believe either of you lasted as long as you did. You swear last night was the first time you did it?” Derek spoke.
“First time we did IT yes.”
“Wait….. You’re saying you did something else before? You can’t have? That makes someone else a winner. There were rules guys. Spill.”
“We didn’t break any rules Morgan. Spencer may have found a loophole though that we exploited a few weeks ago.” You smirked at Reid.
“Okay, I don’t need to hear this. I’m done guys anyway. I’ll meet you all in an hour to drive back.” Aaron pushed back from the table.
“Well I do need to hear it,” Prentiss leant in, Garcia, Morgan and JJ nodding in agreement.
“So erm… We said no actual touching, no sex and no self relief right. Well there was a way around it.”
You watched them thinking, desperately trying to work it out until Emily gasped, her hand clasping over her mouth.
“A Ryan based way?” she asked.
“Well…. He bought a new one but yes.”
The girl’s jaws dropped, them all looking at Spencer with a new found appreciation.
Derek took a little while longer to get it.
“Wait….. You did what….. Kid!” He shook his head, his eyes wide as he stared at Spencer. “Pretty Boy got game.”
“Yup. He definitely does.” You confirmed. “And that’s what I’ve named this one…. Pretty Boy.”
The table erupted with laughter and you leant over, kissing Spencer on the cheek before whispering in his ear.
“Although the real thing was much better.