SPENCER - spencer reid

T W E N T Y - T H R E E

a/n: this is a warning that its gon get a bit smutty up in here for the next couple of chapters. nothing too crazy, just skyrocketing levels of sexual tension that i didn't know could exist until i created it... enjoy ;)

CHAPTER 23: DRUNKEN DANCES AND HEATED KISSES

Rosemary Cooper's POV

[February 4th, 2010]

Before I can think, Spencer's familiar lips are pressed against my own. Even in my drunken state, my body still naturally reacts to his. My arms slide up to rest comfortably behind his shoulders, my fingertips absently toying with the soft curls of hair at the base of his neck. Our tongues lazily clash together as Spencer grasps my lower back, tugging me closer than I thought possible.

"Spencer?" I whisper, not moving away from him.

"Hmm?" He hums against my lips with a contented smile.

"Why have you been kissing me more than you used to?" I ask, noticing the change in his behavior. "Don't get me wrong, I love it-"

"I know that you do," he laughs and begins rubbing his palm across my lower back, sending a chill of sudden desire up my spine. "And I just love you, that's all. I'm making up for lost time."

"I love you, Spencer," I frown when I detect the half-truth that he had given me, pulling away just enough to look at his face as his eyes flutter open. "And you can tell me anything."

He is silent for a moment.

"It's really not a big deal, it's just-" he pauses for a moment, debating on telling me the truth before caving. "I've just been struggling with some of the things I saw, that's all. Horrific things," he trails off before looking nice down at me with an adoring smile. "But you make it all go away. Holding you makes me forget every bad thing I've ever seen."

I nod, resting my head against his shoulder and sighing as he holds me close.

"Thank you." I say, glad that I had gotten my bearings about me for long enough to have a serious conversation with him.

"What for, Baby?" He asks, his lips brushing against my warm forehead.

"For opening up to me," I smile against his cardigan. "I'm sure that someone with a career like yours doesn't open up about things that are bothering them... Thank you for trusting me."

"I'd trust you with my life," he says sincerely before reaching for his glass of wine and handing me mine. "Now, that's enough of this serious talk for now. This is a celebration!" He grins, the crinkles beside his eyes that I love forming as he grins down at me.

I laugh as he gently taps his glass against my own - successfully his time - before downing the rest of my wine. After a moment, I feel a rush to my head that makes me dizzy, and I gasp with a dazed smile as I grab onto Spencer's arm for support.

He pulls me close and we begin to clumsily dance: partially because I have never danced before and partially because of our intoxication. The sound of the old-fashioned music makes me smile as we gently sway to the beat. We dance through several songs and before we realize it, the record has reached its end.

"I love you." I manage to say as heat floods my cheeks.

"I know you do, Honey," he chuckles. "I love you, too. More than the world," he says, pausing before suddenly blurting out. "I want you to meet my mother."

"I'd love to meet her." I smile warmly as my heart pounds in my chest.

"She's a little bit... different from the people that you've met, but I'm sure you two would get along great if we catch her on a good day." Spencer says, making me tilt my head in confusion.

"What do you mean?" I inquire.

"I'll explain when you're sober." He chuckles, the sound making me smile.

"Okay." I agree, knowing that I probably wouldn't be able to understand or remember in my current state.

We lock eyes once again - which makes me laugh - but Spencer's eyes hold a different emotion than amusement. I begin to think that he is angry at me until his lips land against mine once again, this kiss much different than the others.

The passion that I had mistaken for anger in his eyes is evident in the way his lips and hands move against me. I gasp as his tongue darts across my lower lip, tasting of wine as I oblige to his action. A foreign-sounding sound passes my lips as his mouth shifts his focus to my neck, his long fingers pulling my hair out of the way as his free hand clutches the back of my shirt.

I gasp and push him gently to sit on the couch before taking another step towards him. I trip over my own feet, the room spinning around me as I lose my balance. I vaguely feel Spencer's hands guide my fall, and I end up sprawled over his lap with my face against his neck.

I giggle drunkenly as I sit back on his thighs, figuring that I killed the mood. I blush when I realize that I have one leg on either side of his hips, straddling him. I apologize and go to move off when his hands land on my thighs, holding me in place. He offers a sexy smirk that makes my stomach flip, and I do not hesitate to initiate another kiss.

I run my hands down his chest, gently pushing the cardigan from his shoulders when I feel how hot he is in it. He eagerly tosses it aside, and I take that as a good sign. After a few carried-away minutes, the first several buttons of Spencer's top are undone as I sit on his lap, pressing sloppy kisses along his collarbone as his hands grasp my upper thighs, his thumbs dangerously near where I want him to be right now. My hands fumble with the hem of my own shirt, but I am confused when I feel Spencer grab my wrists.