Rambling (Spencer X OC)

Poker Face

     The case involved a killing that took place in the victims office. He died due to blunt force truama to the head. The victim was left surrounded by 8 one dollar bills, and had an 8 card placed on his back, making this kill ritualistic.  I was already over this damn case.
     I slept on the jet ride there. Spencer's arm was wrapped around me, his fingers laced in mine the entire time. I heard a few loverboy comments, and tried to force down a smile, keeping my eyes closed as Spencer fake laughed and told Derek to Shut up.
     Emily and Spencer looked at the crime scene, while JJ and Rossi question some guy who knew the victim. I stayed with Derek and my father, and the two of them questioned someone else that Danny Sevino, the victim, ran around with. We didn't get much, just that the unsub has a gambling addiction, and free lanced from Danny Sevino off record.
     We continued investigating, trying to find the unsub as quickly as possible, per usual. There was another murder. It was a woman this time. She had a freshly lit cigarette, yet no lighter, meaning the unsub lit it for her. That meant she knew the unsub, which helped narrow things down. Penelope called and gave us the details on the woman. Her name was Patty, she trolled gaming tables in effort to get money. The press was all over the case, reporting it for everyone to hear, but atleast we finally had a profile.
     The unsub was most likely triggered due to a loss of a game. He had a fascination with the number 8, and he was physically fit. He doesn't have any children, and probably neglects his responsibilities. He was killing people for good luck, thinking it'd help him to win big. He had already moved on to the next kill. A worker at a gas station. He was left with the 8 card, and the money once again. We didn't get any new information when looking st the body. It was the same as the others, however this guy was shot rather than blunt force trauma to the head. This guy wasn't leaving much of a cool down period, because after looking at the last crime scene, we were called about another. This one was different though. This guy was left with 88 dollars rather than just eight. This guy was killed with remorse. He was shot in the bsck twice, rather than beat, or shot a multitude of times. He also didn't steal anything from the victim, other than stuff thst could be used to identify him.
     We continued investigating, until we were told about yet another killing. This time, the unsub stole 50,000 dollars from the victim, and we found out he was entering a high stakes poker tournament that started in a couple hours, from that time. We had to devise a plan.
     Emily ended up convincing Rossi to fund the money, but Rossi was worried he'd lose it all. "Alright, fine. I'm a decent poker player, but I can't promise that I can stay in the game long enough-" I cut him off.
     "You know, I bet you're a great poker player, but how about we send in Reid."
     "I am banned in multiple casinos for my card counting abilities." He said, matter of factly. 
     "I know I'm not boy wonder, but poker is not black Jack. It's about keeping a straight face, it's about human nature. Head games, not math." Spencer began explaining the mathematical logic behind poker, before Rossi finally gave in.
     "Okay, I surrender. Just try not to lose all of my money." Spencer gave him a curt smile, and a thumbs up.
     We watched Spencer on cams, as he made his way to the poker table. He had a device built to look like an allergy pen, but if he pressed the button we'd be alerted. He observed the men at the table. Eventually he sat down, and began to play. He raised the original amount, tempting the unsub. I watched as women crowded around him, some of them flirting with him, while others would rest their hands on his shoulders, and back. It pissed me off. I wasn't mad at him, because he brushed them off, and ignored their words, I was pissed because they didn't even care about him. They only cared about the money, and they were all over my man. One girl in specific pissed me off more than the others. She was way too close to him, flirting with him every chance she got.
     Spencer won, and the man next to him was beyond angry. He had a Keychain on the table of a magic 8 ball, and he stayed consistent with the number eight. Spencer reached across the table, grabbing at it.
     "Do you mind if I take a look at this?" The man quickly grabbed Spencer's arm, not allowing him to touch it.  A security gaurd made his way over, and the unsub accused Spencer of reaching for his chips. This caused him to get kicked out. The gaurd yanked Spencer up, and Spencer defensively spat words at him. "You don't have to man handle me, I can walk. I'll  cooperate. Don't man handle me. Thanks." The gaurd let go of Spencer, and Spencer alerted us. We made our way in, and Hotch alerted the gaurd Reid is an agent. The unsub ran, but we ran after him. We found another victim as we ran through the building in search for him. He got away but we identified him. He wasn't at his house when Spencer and Morgan showed up. We looked over victimology, and figured out his next move. He was after his wife. We rushed to her home, where the lights were on.
     Rossi went in to talk to the man, while JJ tried to find a clear shot. The unsub, Curtis, held a gun to the woman's head, threatening her. He blamed her for everything, but Rossi began getting through to him. Curtis looked at the clock, and it was obvious he was waiting for it to strike eight, before taking out his wife. It was two till, so we made our way in. He eventually let go of his wife, and Hotch demanded he put the gun down. Once the clock struck eight, Curtis shot himself.
     We were finally on the way home, and I was beyond grateful. The jet ride was filled with occasional chatter, but most of the team slept. Spencer took a small nap, and I stole his book from his bag, reading it to keep myself entertained. "You thief. I should report you to HR." He said, his voice quiet and rough from sleep.
     "I have no idea what you're talking about." I say witha grin.
     "Oh, so you like to read mathematical equations and why they're wrong?" My face twisted up in disgust, and I put the book back in his bag.
     "Do you hate yourself?" He laughed, and fished around in his bag.
      "I have a romance novel in here somewhere. I heard alot of great things about it, and I figured you'd like it, so I bought it for you." My heart swelled.
     "Spence, you didn't have to do that. Thats so sweet." He smiled, and placed a kiss to my cheek, then closed his eyes in attempt to fall back asleep. I whispered sweet nothings to him as the rest of the team joked about terrible movies. Once I was sure he was asleep, I opened the book, but before I could get to the first page, I noticed something. There was a paragraph scribbled on the back of the cover.
     'Mylah, I saw reviews of this book and couldn't help but think of you. I read it to make sure you'd like it, and I really think you'll love it. I often think of you when I'm not with you, I can never get you out of my mind. I think the ending of the book is perfect for us. I just ask you wait until Christmas Eve to read the very last chapter. I promise you it will be worth it. Thank you for being my everything, and allowing me the honor of loving you. ♡'
     I wanted to sob. He was the sweetest man in the entire world, and he was all mine. I swore to myself in that moment, that no matter what happend between us, I'd stick it out. I'd fight for this relationship with everything in me. Once we got back home he was fully awake again, which amazed me since he was so sleepy on the jet.
     "You were asleep thirty minutes ago, how are you so wound up right now?" I asked, a small laugh escaping from my mouth.
     "There's just something about being with you." He smiled as he ate one of the cookies from earlier. I sat on the couch beside him, and peppered kisses all over his face.
     "You getting me a book was so sweet, and the note, that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me." He grinned, but his grinned turned into a chuckle.
     "Thats becuase you date freak psychopaths." I couldn't help but laugh, but for some reason, I was reminded of the girls from earlier. They were all over him. I kissed his lips like I'd die without them. He returned the kiss with equal passion, and one of his hands made its way to the back of my head. He deepend the kiss, and my body went into autopilot as I crawled onto his lap. He hummed unto the kiss and grabbed my hips tight. I pulled away from the kiss for air, and he spoke up. "Maybe I should buy you books more often." He joked, running his thumb across my lower lip. "I can feel the jealousy radiating off of you."
     "What? I'm not jealous." I protested, leaning back in for another kiss. He returned it for a moment, but pulled back.
     "No? You didn't mind those girls touching me? Whispering in my ear?" I felt myself getting angry over the thought, and decided if he'd tease me, I'd tease him back.
     "Maybe next time I should be the one to flirt for a case? Find the unsub, squirm around for him? Would that make you jealous?" I could see his response, but he tried to deny it.
     "No, I'd just have to beat his ass."
     "But no jealousy?"
      "None."
      "What if he felt me moving around, in the ways that you should." I slowly moved my hips forward, and then back to there original spot. I heard him groan in response. His lips hungrily made their way to my neck, kissing and nibbling on the skin. "Whats wrong? Losing at your own game?" I teased. He bit down a little harder on my skin, causing me to gasp.
     "Baby. You're mine." He said lowly, his lips pressing against my ear. I grinned and kissed him hungrily, moving against him slowly. He growled into the kiss, and slid his hand down to my ass. He supported my body weight as he lifted me up, and took me to his room. I attacked his neck, ear, and jaw, with my lips as he carried me.
     He placed me down in the bed, pressing his body close to me. He kissed me with force and passion. It was like he needed me. He moved slightly, and I could feel his need for me pressing against my thigh. He pulled away from the kiss, trailing his way down my neck and collarbone, as he lifted my shirt. He removed it, and then went on to remove his, before unclasping my bra in a swift motion. His hands slid slowly up my sides, and he continued to kiss my body. He began to undo my pants and remove them, as well as his own. He pressed further down onto my body, separating us only by the thin layers of fabric covering our bodies. He teased the waistband of my panties with his fingers. I looked down at him with desperate eyes, and his eyes looked back at me, except they weren't desperate. They were filled with lost and attraction. He hooked his thumbs in, before sliding them down, and placing soft kisses to my hips, and waist line.
     I let out a deep exhale, and he looked back up at me with a grin, almost as if he was proud of himself. "You like that baby? You want me to mark you up?" He asked, clearly aroused. I nodded my head with desperation. He trailed kisses on his way down, before flicking his tongue across my sensitive flesh. I exhaled deeply, and I could feel my face twisting up in pleasure. He firmly placed his hands on my thighs, holding them in place. His tongue delved into me, swirling around my sensitive area. I let out a gasp like moan, and he began to lash his tongue against me. My hand instinctively made its way to his hair, my other hand gripping the sheets. His tongue moved in slow teasing licks, then on to quick flicks. He continued to work his way to my orgasm and once I did, he looked up at me with a cocky grin. He trailed kisses back up my body to my neck, before gently spreading my legs a bit further.
     "Are you sure you want this? We don't have to." His words were stern, yet gentle.
     "I want this." He slowly pushed into me, kissing my neck as he did so. He bottomed out inside of me and held still.
     "You feel so good." He said, closing his eyes for a moment, still giving me time to adjust to him. After a few moments, he began to slowly move inside me, causing my body to ache for him even more. "You're doing so good for me, baby." He sped up his pace bit my bit, forcing small noises out of me. Eventually he found a good pace, hitting right into the perfect spot. I moaned his name, causing him to growl, and lean his head back. He lowered his head, looking back at me. "You're so perfect for me. The way you look at me so desperately, the way your body begs for me. You're my perfect girl." He ran his thumb across my bottom lip, but what he did next had me at a loss of words. He placed his hand on my stomach, pressing down hard. I moaned loudly, and my body practically jerked up in pleasure. "Oh? You like that, baby?" He pressed down harder, and slammed into me rougher. I moaned his name, pleasure surging through my entire body.
     He growled in response, and I could feel the heat radiating off of him. He continued to pound into me, praising me as if he couldn't get enough of me. We both chased our own highs, until we finally crashed into eachother. He plopped found beside me, and we both tried to catch our breaths. "How?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me, a small grin playing at his face.
     "Hm?" I hummed the response, still at a loss of energy.
      "How are you all wore out, sweaty, your hair is all disheveled, and yet you're still beautiful? I don't even want to look away from you." I joking pushed his head away.
     "Lying is wrong." I say half jokingly.
     "I'm serious." He moved a bit of my hair away from my face, and rubbed his thumb across my cheek. "I'll be right back, baby. I'm going to get you some water. You want a snack? I can make you something, or there's plenty of chips and cookies and stuff in there."
     I smiled at him brightly. "I don't think he term gentleman is enough for you at this point."
     "I don't think the term 'I love you' is enough for me either, it doesn't really cover my feelings for you."
     Somehow we both ended up falling asleep. I woke up to him placing soft, tender kisses to my back and shoulder. I slightly shifted my position.
     "What time is it?" I asked sleepily, not bothering to open my eyes.
     "It's almost twelve, love." He kept kissing me softly. I felt butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. He kissed his way to my jawline, and made his way to my face. I rolled facing him, keeping my eyes closed. He assukted my face with kisses, placing them wherever he could. I laughed and buried my head in the pillow.
     "Come on, let me see those pretty eyes." I peaked over at him, but I buried my face back in the pillow.
     "Fine....Have it your way." He ran his fingers up and down my side. His touch was warm and tender. My body relaxed fully, and I was on the verge if falling back asleep when his fingers began move against me, tickling me. I laughed and tried to get away, but he threw an arm around me, holding me against him.
     "Spencer." I said between giggles. I squirmed in his grip, trying to escape his grip.
     "I might just keep you here all day. I love that pretty laugh of yours. Are you going to get up now?"
     "Yes, yes."
     "Say it."
     "I'll get up." He stopped tickling me, but continued to hold me close. "Spence, you make me want to be in love forever."
     "Mylah, you're the reason I WILL be in love forever."