Panic (Week 1-4)

They haven't used condoms in almost four months. When Emily moved in, they decided that their commitment to each other would be throwing away the condoms. Of course, Emily is on birth control. They haven't discussed children. The three of them have all assumed on their own that children weren't really going to happen.

Emily plops down on their bed; she hears the shower spray start. Derek insists on taking his showers alone and before anything else. Spencer lies next to her and they listen to the shower and Derek humming to himself.

"He's missing home," Spencer says suddenly as they listen to Derek's off-key rendition of "My Kind of Town." Emily hums in agreement. She'd been noticing that, too.

"Missing his family."

"We should do something," Emily says and then shrugs.

"Make him feel special," Spencer provides.

"Yeah, we're his family, too."

Emily and Spencer divest of all their clothing and lay on the bed. They are kissing languidly when Derek returns. Derek chuckles; he throws the towel into the bathroom, slides behind Emily, kisses her shoulder, and caresses Spencer's hip.

"No, no, no, mister, get in the middle," Emily chides and she rolls over him that makes him chuckle, too.

Emily gently slots her lips against his; their mouths move slowly against each other, they're in no hurry, and Emily can taste the toothpaste he used and smell the shaving cream he lathered up with. Their tongues slide against each other in an exploratory manner. It's not hurried or rushed like the last few times. Derek groans into her mouth, she knows Spencer is doing something, she reaches down, Spencer grabs her hand, he laces their fingers together, and when Derek groans again, she pulls back and glances down at Spencer. Spencer is diligently lapping at Derek.

"Pretty Boy," Derek hisses as Spencer swirls his tongue.

Emily kisses down Derek's body and Spencer meets her with a musky kiss. She kisses Derek's thigh; then Spencer and she kiss up and down Derek's cock. She pushes Spencer away, so he can crawl up Derek and plunder his mouth. She can hear their teeth clashing, lips smacking, and deep whimpers. She straddles him and sinks leisurely down; his hips ricochet off the bed, Emily lets out a very unsexy squeal, and both men snort equally un-sexily. Spencer buries his face in Derek's neck and laughs. Emily slaps Spencer's thigh.

However, their giggle fest doesn't stop them from continuing in a very erotic manner. Emily slides against Derek as Spencer caresses them both. Emily relishes in it and draws it out; she suspends herself above him, until he's groping at her hips to pull her down. They haven't been able to bring each other to the brink and pull back in weeks, she missed it, and o, she missed the vocal-ness. She missed the pure, pleasurable torture that is a slow ride. She missed watching Derek's face distort in ecstasy and Spencer's dexterous fingers crawl across their bodies. She missed the way Derek rambles nonsensically as Spencer uses his vast vocabulary to say the dirtiest things in several different languages. Emily knows he's close when he flips her onto her back, she just wraps herself around him and soon they're both crashing in waves. Her body is still fluttering, when Derek rolls off.

"Ride him," Derek demands softly, watching as Spencer strokes himself languidly.

Emily kisses Derek quickly, before she throws her leg over Spencer's hips and moves up and down, but not in the torturous pace she had with Derek. This is faster; they're both desperate.

"Can you feel me inside of her?" Derek murmurs in Spencer's ear as he tweaks his nipples.

Spencer's only response is a high-pitched wail. By Spencer's erratic movements, Derek and Emily know he's close. Derek sits up, swirls his tongue around Emily's nipples, and reaches down to tweak her clit. She feels the simmer that was active inside of her begin to boil over. She rolls her hips one more time and the frenzy shoots through her. Her orgasm pulls Spencer's out of him and he keens loudly, holding onto her hips. She leans down and kisses him sloppily. He rolls them onto their sides still buried inside her. Derek slides up behind her; she can feel that he's half hard, but he doesn't say anything. He just spoons up behind her. Spencer gets up and moves to the bathroom. He comes back with a few warm washcloths.

Spencer makes them scoot over and he slides up behind Derek, throwing his hand over Derek's waist. They slip into sleep tangled together.

Ten days later, Emily gets slight cramping, but her period doesn't begin. She kind of forgets about it as they depart for another case. It's only when Spencer throws her a box of tampons in the hotel room and mentions that she should be getting her period, but she didn't pack enough that she begins to worry. While her period was usually irregular, the birth control has regulated it. She looks speculatively at her birth control and realizes that she's over halfway through her placebo pills. She takes the box and thanks him; she's not sure what's going on, but she doesn't want to freak out Spencer. She knows that her period has been late before, but for the last few years it has been pretty regular, starting at the minimum three days into the placebo pills. She focuses on the case, because she'll fall apart if she doesn't have something to focus on.

She knows it's awful and kind of ridiculous, but she kind of hopes its cancer or early on-set menopause; being a mother is not something she's planned for. She gave up hope a few years ago and decided she'd get to spoil the rest of the team's children.

She decides she needs to get a pregnancy test, while they're still on the case. One, so she can calm the fuck down or freak the fuck out, either one would work right about now than the constant nag that encompasses her. Two, so Derek and Spencer don't find out. The two are fixated on the case and have their own hotel rooms, and don't focus on Emily nearly as much as they would at home. She doesn't want to tell them before she takes the test. She makes an excuse to Hotch about needing to go back to the hotel, sneaks off to the local drugstore, and rushes back to her room to take the test.

Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.- Christian Nestell Bovee