Criminal Minds Series Rewrite: Season Three

True Night: Part One

"Superman is, after all, an alien life form. He's simply the acceptable face of invading realities." - Clive Barker

Warnings: smut

It's nice to take a break from painting and just to relax. Penelope is safe, everything in your life is going just right, and you and Spencer could not be happier. The best thing about living with the person you love the most, romantically, is having the entire place to yourselves. You're not expecting company, so the best thing you two could think of doing is sharing a bath together.

The candlelight is the only thing that is lighting up the room, soft music is playing through the speaker that is hooked up to your phone, there is rose petals inside the bath and on the floor right outside it, bubbles from a soap that smells amazing, and champagne that you had Spencer go pick up when he went on a walk earlier.

It's so romantic that you don't ever want to leave this little bubble that you've created. He's sitting right behind you, and you have your head resting against his chest. He has his glass of champagne in his left hand, and he's running his right hand up and down your arm, causing goosebumps to form in the warm water.

"Tell me something," you say quietly.

"What is it?" he asks and kisses your shoulder.

"Tell me where you see yourself in five years from now."

"Well," he clears his throat and sets his glass down on the edge of the bathtub closest to the wall so it doesn't fall on the ground, "I still see myself working at the BAU. I can't imagine my life without it, at least, not now. I'm sure that could change in a few years. I see myself with you, but not as boyfriend and girlfriend. Maybe as something more."

You smile and bite your lower lip from happiness.

"I like that," you whisper.

"What about you?"

"Well, for starters, I see myself out of this apartment and maybe into a house? We could have more room to do things. We could get a dog or a pet to keep ourselves company, and a pet to keep our pet company for when we leave. We'd have a room for Hannah if she wants to visit us. That house could be the start of our family. Nothing needs to happen now, but I see myself being with you for the rest of my life."

You slowly turn in his arms so you're facing him, not caring that some of the water spilled over the edge. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in, slotting you right over his growing erection. You wrap your arms around his neck and play with the baby hairs at the base of his hairline.

"I love you so much," you whisper. "So much so that it makes my heart hurt sometimes."

"That's a lot of love," he jokes.

You grin and lean in, pressing your lips to his. This is such a wholesome and pure moment that there is no need for speed. You like to take it slow every once in a while, and that's exactly what he was thinking as well.

Like it's second nature to you, you lift your hips, and he reaches in between you two to grasp his cock. He pumps it twice before resting it against your needy hole. Without thinking, you sink down onto him one inch at a time. His grip on your waist tightens to prevent himself from going to town on you.

You move your hips back and forth, finding a good rhythm that works well with the sloshing of the water. This is something you'll never get used to. It feels like you were made for him and only him. There's something about him that calls to you--something raw and sensual that you've never had with your previous lovers.

Spencer needs a bit more than what you're giving him, so he plants his feet on the bottom of the tub where the walls meets the ground, and he uses that stability to fuck into you. You gasp into the kiss and pull away only to lay your head on his shoulder. He doesn't go at a fast pace, but he does fuck you harder than he should for inside a bath.