Moving Forward

Part 19

Spencer Reid's POV

Jennifer is sleeping by my side, her head on my shoulder. We were watching a film. I don't think she was expecting me to propose her. I hold her hand. I lay a little kiss on her forehead. She slowly opens her eyes.

"Spence..." She declares with her tired voice. "What time is it?"

I look at my watch.

"9:37am."

She redresses, and comfortably sit on the couch. She ruffles her hair.

"I need a shower..." She sighs.

She gives me that you-know-what-I-mean look. But I don't understand.

"What?"

"You need a shower too."

Now I understand. But I don't want to play dirty with her today.

"But... I don't want to... Not in the shower!"

"If you don't want, I don't care. But you could massage my hair while washing it. I know you want it."

I won't refuse to see Jennifer naked, but...

"Okay. I'll go in the shower with you, but no dirty play."

"Get it."

She gets up and walks to the stairs. But before she goes up, I hold her like a new husband does to his new wife. Jennifer lets out a little laugh. When we're upstairs, I open the door of our bedroom to see if the kids are okay. I slowly open it, and I see that the kids are quietly sleeping, so I close the door. When I turn back, Jennifer is already in the bathroom. I silently walk to the bathroom, and I hug Jennifer from behind. I see her reflection in the mirror; she's smiling.

She slowly takes off my t-shirt that she's wearing. She also takes off her panties. Then, she looks at me, puts her hands on my chest and bites her lips.

"Jennifer... I told you. No dirty play today."

"But... C'mon Spence!" She begs with her childish voice.

"No, Jennifer. I already proposed you! Don't ask me too much! And we did it yesterday too! We can't do it every day!"

"It helps to lose weight."

"You don't need to lose weight..." I sigh.

"Okay... At least, I can't say that I haven't tried," she smiles, giving me a little kiss.

She goes in the shower while I'm taking off my pants. I rejoin her under the hot water of the shower. I go behind her to wash her hair. She really loves when I wash her hair, I don't know why, but she loves that.

I take the shampoo bottle, and I squeeze the bottle to make the shampoo get out. Then, I massage her hair to clean them.

But before washing them with water, I let my hands reach her shoulders. I start to massage her shoulders.

"You seem pretty stressed, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she responds with a broken voice.

"Jennifer. What is stressing you like that? This time, don't lie to me," I declare, washing her hair with water.

Once it's done, I massage her shoulder a bit. Then, I take her arms, and I force her to turn towards me. I take her face in my hands to force her to look at me.

"So?"

A lonely tear falls from her eye and rolls down her cheek. I wipe it with my hand. She takes a deep breath and opens her mouth to tell me what's going on, but a scream coming from our bedroom interrupt everything.

Jennifer quickly gets out, fluffs her hair and puts on my shirt before running out of the bathroom.