**WARNING** This is some lemony goodness. You don't have to read it if you don't want to, or if you're not in to this sort of thing.

I own Amelia. Every other character belongs to their respective owners.

6 months later

Many successful cases later, I was busy working late one night when Derek came over to my desk.

"You shouldn't be working so late, honey. It's bad for your health," he said, handing me a cup of coffee, which I gratefully accepted.

"I know, but I'm a little behind on paperwork, and I don't want to spend the whole weekend doing it," I said.

"You and pretty boy going somewhere?" he asked. I could tell that he knew. His powers of observation were amazing.

"If you must know, I'm going home for the weekend. Ryan is in another musical, and I promised that I wouldn't miss this one," I replied. "Spencer is coming with me because he's never seen How to Succeed in Business without Really Trying."

"Who's your brother playing?"

"J.P. Bigley of all characters," I said with a grin. Getting involved with the musicals was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He had made some awesome friends, as well as opened up to strangers as well. It was better than all of the years of therapy he went through.

"Hopefully he hasn't read the script already," Derek joked. I laughed.

"You know that he did already," I said. He sat down on my desk and pushed my laptop aside.

"Amelia, he's a special kid. I know that you know that, but he's been through more than he lets on. We all worry about him," he said. "None of us want to see him get hurt, including you, I'm sure." Normally, I would have been offended by the warning, but I knew better. Derek was one of the four people on the team who had known Spencer the longest. He was just looking out for him, like a big brother.

"Derek, you have my word, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt him," I said, putting my hand on his leg. "He's not as delicate has he seems, but I know what you're getting at." Derek smiled, leaned over, and kissed me on the head.

"You know I trust you, right?" he asked.

"With your life," I replied. "As I trust you with mine." He bid me goodnight and a safe trip home. I finished up my paperwork quickly, gathered my things, and left the building. Just as I got to my car, Spencer called me.

"You're out late," he said.

"I know, I'm sorry. The paperwork took me a little longer than anticipated," I said. "I'll be back soon, I'm getting in to my car now." He was staying at my place tonight since we were leaving very early in the morning.

"I've been reading through the script, and some things don't make sense to me," he said. I just sighed. He stayed on the phone with me the whole ten minute drive home, and didn't even pause when I walked through the door and hung up. He was mid sentence when I just placed a finger over his lips.

"All of your questions will be answered when we go to see the show," I said softly, and replaced my finger with my own lips. It was a quick peck as I was eager to get into my pajamas. I walked to my bedroom and started disrobing, when I noticed Spencer in the doorway, leaning on the doorjamb, just watching me. "Like what you see?"

"You know I do," he replied, crossing the threshold. When we were alone, he could be amazingly suave and charming. I continued to undress when I felt him come up behind me, gently pressing against me with his hands on my hips. He planted a few gentle kisses on my shoulders and neck before I turned around and yanked at his tie. He hadn't changed out of his button down and corduroy slacks, which just meant more fun for me.

"We have to leave in 6 hours," I said, noting the time as I unbuttoned his shirt.

"Plenty of time," he whispered as he dove in for a kiss. It quickly became heated as I finished with his shirt, leaving the tie on. I'm not sure why, but I found it incredibly sexy. I had no shirt on, but he deftly undid the clasp on my bra and tossed it off of me. I found the belt on his pants and had it off quickly, along with the slacks. He was wearing boxer briefs, which surprised me. I stared at them for a moment, and he playfully wiggled his hips. "Like 'em?"

"Yeah," I said, walking around the back. "They make your ass look amazing." He shoved said ass back at me, pushing me on to the bed. Before I could react, he was on top of me, the bulge in the front of his briefs pressing against my thigh. I still had my slacks on...but not for long. I started fiddling with them, but he quickly stopped me. Leaving a trail of kisses behind, he slowly moved down to the hem, and pulled at the clasp with his teeth. I could feel the heat building in my lower abdomen. God, what I wouldn't do for him to take me right now, I thought. I must have given some of my thought away, because he chuckled. I knew what that meant. He was going to tease me. I gave a small whimper as he slowly pulled my slacks and underwear off as one. Once they were across the room, he moved his way back up, raking his nails on the inside of my thighs. I could feel myself squirming, and I moaned. He hitched my right leg over his shoulder and started caressing and kissing it, making the heat turn to throbbing in my abdomen. I had never wanted someone so badly. I managed to reach up and yank at the waistband of his boxer briefs. He gave a low chuckle.

"So that's what you want," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand moved down to that sweet spot and teased it with his fingers. What came out of me was something between a whimper, a sob, and a moan. I wanted him, and I wanted him now. Without warning, I sat up, pulled down his underwear, and started stroking him. His hand froze, and he threw his head back, giving a moan at the sudden sensation. I kept my pace steady, occasionally teasing him with my tongue. When I finally took him in my mouth, the gasp he gave was amazing, and only spurred me on. I sped up my pace, going as far as I could. Finally, after several minutes, I felt him tense up and release. The noise that tore from his throat was...I don't know how to describe it. I thought I heard my name, but it came out almost like a growl. I waited until the throbbing subsided a bit before I pulled away. He was heaving for breath, a wild look in his eyes. I knew what was coming next, and I was aching for it. He pushed me back on the bed, pinned both of my hands above my head, and pushed right in. I felt a harsh moan come from me. Despite all of my wanting, I still wasn't ready for it. The friction was wonderful as he set a medium pace. My eyes were shut and I was moaning and screaming, writhing beneath him.

"Spencer," I managed to get out, and looked him in the eyes. His pupils had dilated, and it was almost like an animal had replaced him...which I loved. His pace picked up at the sound of name, and so did the force behind it. My mind started fogging up as the wave after wave of pleasure overtook me. We went at it for what felt like hours, changing positions every so often. Each change brought with it a new wave of sensations. Finally, back in our starting position, I could feel myself tensing.

"Spencer, I'm," I got out.

"Me too," he growled. He got centimeters from my face. "Come with me," he said, and went as fast as he could. I felt him explode inside of me as I clamped down on him, our pulses coming simultaneously. We just paused there for a few minutes, allowing ourselves to calm down. I looked at the time, and realized that sleep was going to be pointless. When he finally rolled off of me, still gasping for breath, I rolled over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Go get a shower," I said. "I'm going to make some coffee."

"Aww...no cuddling?" he replied, putting on puppy dog eyes, which with his shade of brown, was extra adorable.

"I love you, hon, but no. We have to leave in 4 hours. We both need showers and I need to finish packing," I said. I moved to get up, but he grabbed me and pulled me in for a sweet kiss.

"I love you too," he said. I allowed myself a few minutes of cuddling before I finally forced myself up. As I was making coffee, I felt something hit me from behind. He had thrown his underwear at me to get my attention.

"You know, we could shower together," he suggested, a cheesy sly grin on his face.

"Ha ha, very funny," I said, grinning. He laughed and went into the bathroom to shower. As I stood there, sipping a fresh cup of coffee, I realized that this would get out some day. But I didn't care. I was in love, and despite the promising career with the FBI, that was all that mattered to me.