Emily put the car in park and turned to Reid. "OK. I've had time to think," she said. "What if this isn't a good idea?"

Reid rested his head back on the seat and looked up. "What if it is?" he asked softly.

She laughed. "I think you might have just won the award for weakest argument ever."

Reid shrugged. "I'll put it on my mantle," he joked.

"What if it makes things awkward at work?" she pressed.

"OK, I'm willing to concede that it might be just because I'm about to get laid…but I'd rather fuck you and get done at the BAU…than not have you right now."

Disbelieving laughter bubbled up Emily's throat. "Reid, I'm not joking."

"Neither am I," he said sincerely.

"Awww, Reid," she said breathlessly. Emily was like lightning as she moved into the passenger's seat of her car, straddling Reid's lap as she leaned down and crushed her lips against his.

His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him, slowly gaining entry into her mouth. His tongue found hers and gently moved back and forth, slowing even more when he heard her whimper. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders as she tried to quicken the pace of their kiss, but Reid wouldn't give in, pushing her away instead.

"We need to go inside," he told her as he reached for the door handle and pushed it open.

Emily grabbed her keys from the ignition and maneuvered her way out of the car and Reid quickly followed as she made her way into her apartment. She didn't miss a beat as she tossed her keys onto the kitchen counter and kept walking.

When they made it to the top of the stairs, Emily made her way to the closest door and pushed it open, then turned her bedroom light on.

Reid grinned when she spun around and met his eyes, her hands moving to the buttons on her shirt. Her eyes never left his as she pulled it down over her shoulders, then stepped out of her sandals and reached for her jeans. He put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the doorjamb as he watched, a lump of desire forming in his throat. When she'd stripped down to her low rise panties and matching bra, Reid licked his lips. "Get over here," he growled.

Emily approached him with no hesitation—pressing her body against his as their lips met in a frenzied kiss. Reid spun them around so her back was facing the wall, and he stepped forward practically slamming her against it. He reached for her arms and ran his fingers down to her wrists, then lifted her arms so they were resting against the wall, splayed out away from her sides. His lips moved to her neck to place a string of open-mouthed kisses down to the flesh above her bra.

"Holy fuck, Reid," she said as her head fell back against the wall with a thump. She didn't seem to notice.

Reid lifted his head long enough to take a deep breath and say, "God, when you say stuff like that, it makes me…" His mouth returned to her breasts, his lips and tongue tasting the skin there.

"It makes you what?" she asked breathlessly.

"Harder," he answered.

"You're naughtier than I thought," she said approvingly.

"And you're chattier."

She bit her lower lip. "Sorry."

He chuckled. "It's OK," he said, lifting his head to hers. He took advantage of her inability to breathe, and when she gasped for air, his mouth found hers and his tongue thrust forth to find hers again.

She moaned in protest and Reid pulled away. "Let go of my hands," she said breathlessly.

He gave her a lopsided grin. "No," he said as his lips found hers again.

"Reid…" she begged. "Please." Her voice was muffled by his kisses, but he let go and her arms instantly lifted to his shoulders to push his blazer down until it fell to the floor.

Reid's hands lifted to the hem of his t-shirt, and he broke their kiss long enough to pull it over his head and discard it.

Her hands lifted to his back, running her hands over his warm skin; he reached for the clasp on the front of her bra and opened it nimbly, releasing her breasts as she shook it down over her shoulders. His hands moved beneath her breasts, and he lifted them as his tongue found one of her nipples. She cried out as the warmth tasted her cool skin, moving back and forth over her peak before he drew it into his mouth and began to suck.

"Reid…" she breathed.

He paid her no attention, moving instead to her other breast and repeating the action.

"Bed, Reid," she rasped. "Bed. I can barely stand."

They made their way to the bed, and Reid gave her shoulder a soft shove, pushing her down onto the bed. He pulled his shoes off one at a time, then his socks. His pants and boxers followed suit, then he put one knee on the bed before covering Emily's body with his, his mouth finding her chest once again.

"Wait, wait, wait…" she said.

Reid lifted his head and he gave her a questioning look. Her eyes flew to the nightstand beside her bed and she reached for the drawer and pulled it open. "I don't know if you're interested…"

Reid lifted his gaze to the drawer and chuckled at her at her generous collection of adult toys. "That's nice, Em," he said. "And maybe later. But the first time you get off…it's gonna be all me." With that, he dragged his body down hers, until his face was level with the apex of her thighs.

She took a deep breath and moaned in anticipation as Reid used his right hand to reach behind her upper leg and place the back of her knee against his shoulder, her heel resting on his back. When he was sure she was comfortable, he parted her dark curls with his fingers, his tongue moving to the flesh just above of her opening and moving upwards slowly until he found her center. He moved his tongue back and forth slowly, letting the noises that were coming from her throat guide him. When she whimpered, he quickened his pace, working his tongue back and forth, then around her over and over again and again. When she clutched the sheets, Reid used his other hand and plunged two fingers into her, caressing her inner wall as his tongue continued to work her core.

"God, Reid. I'm so close," she groaned as her body tensed.

"Good," he said, pulling his fingers and mouth away from her.

"Reid," she screeched in objection as her head lifted off the mattress.

He moved between her thighs, his hands resting on either side of her head to steady his upper body above hers. "What?" he asked innocently.

She grinned at him and lifted her hands to tangle in his hair, giving it a soft tug. "Finish the job," she said firmly, her eyes locked on his.

Reid lowered his lips to hers as he pressed inside of her slowly, savoring the pleasure of her surrounding him inch by inch.

His speed was deliberate at first—unhurried. But her heat…combined with how tight she was made his control slip. Before he could stop himself, Reid's pace quickened and it wasn't long before he felt her body stiffen again.

"Reid," she cried as her hands fell to his neck. She clung to him as her body found its release.

Reid plunged into her one last time, his body collapsing onto hers as he felt himself explode inside of her.

XXXXX

Emily lay there on her back, staring up at the ceiling. She could feel Reid looking at her. It was a long time before he spoke.

"Em?"

She turned her head to face him.

"Yeah?"

"I am sick of being alone, but just so you know…I wouldn't have gone home with just anyone tonight. If it hadn't been you, Em…I would have gone home alone." She didn't say anything, so he leaned over to place a tender kiss on her shoulder. "What I'm trying to tell you, Emily, is that I've been waiting for this for…" His voice trailed off and Reid laughed sheepishly, embarrassed by his admission. "A long time."

"I know what you're trying to say, Reid," she said softly. "I'm just…letting it sink in."

Reid reached over and pulled her up onto her side, then moved up onto his own. "While you're letting that sink in…" He gave her a wicked grin and he moved closer to tug her leg up so it was resting on his waist. "I think I'll do the same." He closed his eyes as he buried himself inside of her. Emily thought her body was spent from their first encounter, but as soon as he filled her, her body perked back up. She lifted a hand and pushed him onto his back, her body moving with his so he never left her. Reid's hands found her waist and she moaned as he moved her hips in a circular motion around him.

Her body fell forward, her hands shooting out to rest on his shoulders as he used his hands to set the pace. When she'd steadied herself, she moved her hands to her waist and pulled his wrists away, then linked her fingers with his. She began to move up and down his length, gaining momentum until she felt her body tighten again.

"God, Em…" he said. "You're so…"

Her body tightened around his.

"Fucking…"

Her breathing increased as she cried out his name.

"Hot."

XXXXX

"So…should we just keep banging, or should we start dating?" Emily asked a little while later.

"Mmm…I think we should start dating," Reid answered.

"Why?"

Reid grinned. "Because then you can just plan on spending the night and I won't have to make the booty call," he said teasingly.

Emily laughed.

"Yeah. See? No delay time. I'm in the mood, and boom…you're right there next to me. I roll over, and I get laid." He nodded appreciatively. "Nice."

"Wow," Prentiss said dryly. "You must be the most romantic man on the planet."

Reid chuckled. "No," he said softly. "We date…and we see where this goes."

She nodded. "OK," she agreed.

He smiled softly at her. "And when we're ready, we'll clue everyone else in."

"That we're dating," Emily clarified. "They don't need to know about our…hot sex."

Reid laughed. "I think the world needs to know about our hot sex," he argued.

Emily grinned. "You think so?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah. I don't think the world has ever seen such hot sex."

"Well, then I say…the world deserves another glimpse," she said huskily as her eyes darkened with desire.

"Emily Prentiss, I love the way you think," Reid said as he pulled her against him.

***THE END***