You and I (Don't Let Go) | Grey's Anatomy x Criminal Minds

Chapter Two

In the end, they chose to go to Ivy's apartment. Not only was it closer, Ivy was also the only one with a car, as Spencer got a ride with a coworker and usually takes public transit anyways.

It also gave Ivy a final bit of peace of mind, because even though she had literally seen his FBI approved ID, and had a very good sense that he wasn't a serial killer, it always felt safer having guys in her space rather than in there's. You really never know if someone has a murder room in their basement, you know?

But then there was the risk that if he turns out to be crazy, he now knows where she lives. The thought gave her momentary pause, and in the middle of unlocking her door she turned around to face the man behind her.

She looked up to his face, almost towering above her. "I know asking probably won't do much, but still.. promise me you're not a serial killer or anything?"

"That would be pretty ironic given my profession," he deadpanned. "But yes, I promise you I'm not a serial killer. And I don't have to come in if you've changed your mind, Ivy, I'm not going to be offended."

In response, she twisted the key firmly in the lock, hearing the satisfying click, and pushed her door open. She had known she wanted this man in her bed probably the second she saw him, but it still made her happy that he said that.

She grinned over her shoulder as she entered.

"No second thoughts here, you?" She asked, as she held out a hand. He took it, crossing over the threshold and into her apartment.

"None."

He didn't even have time to look around before her lips were on his. It had been awhile since she had done this, a few hookups here and there in Seattle, but she had seen the mess all of her coworkers made sleeping with each other and had then made sure to swear off dating anyone inside the hospital. But she had basically lived in that hospital, so it's not like she really had time for dating anyone outside of it.

Hopefully, her move to DC would also bring about a healthier work-life balance.

Her work-life balance was moving rapidly to the back of her mind, as she had the wonderful realization that Spencer was an amazing kisser. He was sensual and slow, nothing like the rushed bar hookups she was used to. And his hands, good god his hands, they were certainly taking their time too. They grabbed onto her waist, pulling her flush against him. One of them was splayed wide against her back, but the other was moving lower and lower.

He gripped Ivy's ass through the material of her jeans, and her hips were pushed forwards. Spencer let out a groan, and Ivy could tell that he was already growing hard.

She grabbed at the knit sweater he was wearing, pausing the kiss only long enough to ask if she could take it off. Once he said yes, Ivy practically ripped it off his body, pulling him forward by the collar of his shirt.

He began untucking her silk blouse from her jeans, whilst simultaneously walking them further away from the door. Ivy could hear it slam shut behind them, and the lock turning. Thank god Spencer still had some semblance of his wits, because Ivy at this point had basically forgotten the door existed.

But Spencer clearly had no idea where he was going, because he guided her into her side table. She yelped, the momentum she had with Spencer toppling her over, and they fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs.

"Oh my god! Are you okay, I am so sorry I didn't mean to–" Spencer spoke frantically, only to stop when Ivy burst into laughter. After a sign of relief, he hesitantly joined in.

She couldn't explain why she found this so funny, but she did. Regardless, they were now on the floor, and horizontal, so that eliminated a few steps.

She sat up, but put a hand on Spencer's chest to stop him from doing the same. She threw a leg over his hips, straddling him. Smiling, she ran her hands up his chest, and began working on the buttons of his shirt.