A familiar face from Spencer's past joins the BAU, his ex-girlfriend, who left him fourteen years, two months, and fifteen days ago.
A slow-burn love story in which she and Spencer figure out who they are together and apart, and whether or not the h...
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The ride to the hotel was uncomfortable.
Rossi, Stephen, Lewis, and JJ rode with a deputy in one SUV, while Reid, Luke, Jasper and Emily were packed into another like anchovies in a can with Sheriff Bowman.
In Alabama. In July.
It was hotter than shit, to say the least.
A happy chubby man with an almost comical handlebar mustache who chatted and chittered like it was his job, Bowman was grating on Reid's last nerve as he sat squished between Jasper and Luke. Spencer fiddled with his fingers and jiggled his thigh as they drove the forty miles from the runway to the small town of Ellison, Alabama, wishing for all the world he'd kept his book on him instead of stuffing it into his bag before they landed.
Jasper ignored him, looking out the window as they drove, her left thigh and shoulder pressed against him tightly in the tiny SUV. The heat from her body burned through his clothes as they sat stuffed in the backseat.
She had always run hot, molten hot , even back then. The first time they had slept together he thought he might melt from her searing skin.
His mind wandered as he tried in vain to ignore how she was pressed against him. Luke was, of course, on the other side, but Spencer barely registered his body as it was nowhere near as distracting as Jasper. Her perfume was drowning him, spiced cherry and plum plunging him deep into a world of memories he'd long since buried in an attempt at self-preservation.
She was thinking hard about something, he could tell by the way she was biting the tip of her tongue as she watched the Alabama landscape pass. He remembered the way she would trace her jawline lightly with her fingers when she read, how she used to sing country music at all hours of the day, warbling and yee-hawing as she swayed around his kitchen in one of his shirts and a pair of panties.
Other memories had come up, ones he definitely couldn't talk about to his friends.
Dark, lustful memories of hazy sunlight blanketing his bedroom early in the morning. Jasper peppering soft but insistent kisses along his throat as she woke him up with her wandering hands. She loved slow, sleepy sex first thing in the morning, straddling him in the dim light as her tongue slid against his.
She'd smile against his mouth as they kissed, drinking in every gasp and moan that came from them both like they were her fuel for the rest of the day. A greedy thing, she was, happily soaking up all the sensations, sights and sounds of their lovemaking, wanting more, more, more , until she had to slap away his hands and catch her breath.
He had loved burying his hands in those wild curls, tugging firmly at the base of her skull and grinning against her neck as her whole body would react, arching for more of him. Watching that hair bounce and shake as much as her soft skin as she rode him was the best part of any morning back then, her moaning his name and squeezing him so tightly he might actually burst.
