Crimes Against The Heart (Spencer Reid X OC)

7 Minutes

When morning came, Marceline awoke confused. She wasn't in her room and she could feel something, more like someone, behind her.

She turned her head slowly, now revealing Spencer sleeping. He pressed his chest against her back; when she shifted he just pressed it to her side. Although dead asleep, his grip was strong.

His mouth is open, but he's quiet as a mouse, an arm under Marceline and an arm over his head. His legs tangled with hers and with the sheets too.

It's the first time in a long time he has slept through the night without a bad dream.

She managed to turn around and face him, despite his grip. She brushed the hair out from his eyes, snaking her fingers through his scalp. She knew she would have about 20 minutes of bliss before she had to sneak back into her room so they could both be checked out.

He grunts, still asleep, and weakly swats her hand away. Or tries to.

He cuddles even closer and swings an entire leg over her in the effort.

She smiled, trying to keep her from laughing. She begins to poke at his nose, seeing if he'd wake from it

"Mmmno. No," He grabs at her hand again but just holds it this time. "No..."

"Good morning detective." she laughed, "You have roughly 15 minutes to start your day before I have to find a way to sneak back into my room" She wiggles out of his grip, poking his nose.

Slowly, incredibly slowly, he blinks himself awake. He looks rested, surprisingly enough.

"Oh, you're here." He smiles.

She lightly and playfully punched his arm, "You say that as if it were a bad thing." she laughed, "12 minutes detective."

"Nooo, no," he rasps, finally taking a properly deep breath and rubbing his eye. "It's just, it's too early. Or not. I don't know."

He nuzzles his face into her neck. "'I'm glad you're here."

She begins to laugh, "Detective! That tickles! " she squirms, trying to get away."I do not want us to get caught, what would they think of us? Unmarried barmaid and a detective? Oh, the scandal!" She joked.

"Yeah, well, I'd just tell on everyone in Scotland Yard. Abberline's wife sleeps with the scullery maid, Lestrade evades royal taxes." He finally flips over but keeps an arm wrapped around Marceline.

"Everyone tells me their secrets, for some reason. Maybe it's because they know I have no one to betray them to." A smug smile draws itself on its face. "Well, had."

"You know too much Detective." she smiles, "But seriously I must, Ryn is going to pick me up soon, and oh imagine the horror," Sarcasm spilled from her mouth.

"Shortest murder investigation in the century," he mutters.

He rolls over Marceline and peppers her face with quick, tiny kisses.

"Detective!" she giggles, childlike." You have 7 minutes." She embraced the kisses, holding his face so she didn't suffocate.

"Okay," he says and goes in for a kiss.

It's another slow thing, but not as gentle as usual. His mouth meets hers open, and he kisses like he's making sure she remembers it. It's careful, every bit of it. When his tongue touches her teeth. The inside of her lip. When he comes up for breath.

Calculated.

A sound escaped her lips as they shared a kiss. When it broke, she was red and embarrassed. She quickly got up and headed to the door, "I'll see you soon Detective." She opened the door and walked out, before closing it she said, "I promise."

Somehow she managed to snack back into her room on time, just minutes before Ryn had gotten there.

"All ready?" he says.

Still flushed and hoping her brother was oblivious, "Yup." They had left and headed back in the direction of their town and into the tavern, where the men once again praised her for her survival and the capture of Jack the Ripper.

The men threw a party for her, the music played loudly and typical Marceline was dancing on the tables. Ryn allowed it, finally admitting she was right, it did bring more money to the bar.

The musicians played only her favorites and she danced gracefully yet wildly.