just kiss her - concorde

"Being in giant churches with serial killer priests makes me want to sin," Prentiss stated as she, Morgan, Reid, and I walked out of Christ Church, leaving the local PD to deal with the aftermath of the case. Morgan let out a wry laugh. The unsub has killed himself, but only after declaring that we were all living in sin and damned to Hell, etc.

"I'm not kidding," Prentiss said darkly.

"It's only 5 p.m.," I replied, "A little early for sinning." We made our way toward Morgan's borrowed car.

"By the time we pack up and fly back, it'll be about nine. We could go out," she said. I looked at Morgan, who shrugged.

"I'm down," he said. He walked around to the driver's side and slid in.

"Me too," I said. I turned to Reid, "You?"
He started to shake his head but Morgan interrupted him.

"You're going." Reid gave me a pleading look as he opened the back door but I just smiled cheekily and climbed in.

"Cmon, Spencer, it'll be fun," I said to Reid on the flight home.

"I don't really like clubbing," Reid said. He drummed his fingers on the table absently.
"I don't think I should go."

"It's just a bar. Please? I'll be lonely without you." I gave him my best puppy dog eyes. He contemplated me, took a deep breath in and sighed.

"You'll have Morgan and Prentiss," he countered.

"You know for a fact that Morgan is going to ditch us as soon as possible. And Emily will find some guy too. We can stay together and watch them make a fool of themselves," I promised.

He groaned but I took that as a sign of victory on my part.

"Yay! It'll be fun, I promise."

"Touchdown in 5," Rossi alerted us.

"Are you going home to change?" Prentiss asked when we were back at the bullpen.

"Yeah, I need to shower. It's so hot."

"Yeah, me too. I can pick you up at your place if you want and take you to the bar." She slung her go-bag over her shoulder.

"Yes, please!"

"I'll text you when I'm close!"

It really was hot. Too hot. I slipped out of the shower, and, after drying off, into a black dress. The satin felt good against my skin. I hope I was overdressed. The neckline was actually relatively conservative and it ended around the middle of my thigh. But it was definitely tight.
Ten minutes later, I wiped a circle in the foggy mirror and considered myself. I pushed my blow-dried hair in front of my shoulder, swiped on some mascara and lipgloss, and shrugged. On the countertop, my phone buzzed.

Prentiss: Two minutes

I grabbed my phone, keys, and credit card and chucked them in a small handbag. Black high heels, not too tall, were my shoes of choice. When I opened the front door, I saw Morgan's car out front. I hadn't anticipated everyone to be there, but sure enough, Prentiss waved from the passenger side and I could see Reid in the back.

Morgan let out a wolf whistle as I sat down in the back.

"Looking good, Davis," he said appreciatively. I rolled my eyes. Prentiss turned in her seat and waggled her eyebrows. She was clad in skin-tight black jeans and a deep burgundy tank top.  Now that was a low neckline. And high heels too, which made me feel less overdressed.
Morgan, too, was dressed to impress. To be honest, he looked about the same as usual. Dark button-up, dark jeans.

"Not so bad yourself," I shot back at Morgan. He fired up the engine and started us toward whatever bar we were heading to. I hadn't asked.

"Spencer!" I said, almost indignant.

"What?" I bit my lip to keep from laughing. He was dressed exactly as he always was.

"You can't go to a bar dressed like that."
"What's wrong with this?"

"Nothing. It's just not bar-friendly attire."

"Don't even try," Morgan told me over his shoulder, "I could barely get him out of the house."

"Shh. Drive," I instructed.

"Cmon," I said, "Let me fix it. Take off the sweater vest." Surprisingly, he complied.

"Now the tie." Off it went.

"Now we roll up your sleeves," I said and helped help him roll them up to his elbows.

"Ta-da! You look good."

"Ooh!" Prentiss said, "You look hot, Reid. Like a real heartbreaker." Reid blushed slightly.

"Watson gives Sherlock a makeover," Morgan mused like he was brainstorming a new book.

The bar was loud. Not usually loud, but loud enough to that it took me several minutes to be able to focus on anything other than the noise. Morgan and Prentiss said their goodbyes and I told them good luck. I held onto Reid's arm and dragged him over to the bar. It was quieter there, away from the dance floor.

"You want something to drink?" I asked him.

"Sure." I ordered two beers on Morgan's tab and handed Reid one.

"I'm going to the bathroom, be right back," I told Reid about an hour later.

"I'll guard your beer," he promised. I smiled.

After I dried off my hands, I walked back out of the bathroom. It took me a minute to find him, and when I did I was somewhat surprised to see him talking to a pretty ginger-haired girl in a silver top and black miniskirt. Slowly, I walked up to them.

"You're a doctor? That's so cool!" The redhead gushed.

"Thanks," Reid said a little stiffly. He seemed relieved when he looked to the side and saw me.

"Hey, Spencer," I said, trying to sound friendly, "Who's this?"

"Natalie," he said.

"Oh, sorry, are you guys..." she trailed off.

"Yes, sorry," Reid said before I could say "no."
"Well, it was nice to meet you, Doctor," Natalie said and promptly whisked herself away.

"What'd you do that for? She was hot!" I scolded.

"We said we were going to stick together." I nodded. In my chest, my heart beat extra loud.

"I was right about the sleeves, huh? I told you you look good," I teased, trying to play it off. He gave me a small smile.

"It's so hot in here," I complained. I didn't know what else to say.

"Wanna go outside?" Reid offered. I nodded and we made our way out of the bar.

Outside, the cool night air flooded my senses.
Reid stood in front of me. I tipped my head back and let out a deep breath staring into the sky.

"You can almost see the stars," I told him.

"Wow."

"Aren't they beautiful?" I hadn't seen the stars in a long time. Almost night for the past year since I'd joined the BAU I'd either been working or crashed somewhere, trying to make up for lost sleep.

"Yeah," Reid said softly, but when I tore my eye away from the stars I saw he hadn't lifted his gaze from me.

I wanted to kiss him. I want to grab his shirt and pull his lips to mine. I swallowed.

"Do you think Morgan and Emily are gone?" I asked.

"I saw Morgan leave. I don't know about Prentiss." I couldn't even look him in the eyes.

"What time is it?" I asked. I felt like I was buying time.

"10:12."

"I hope you didn't have a horrible time in there. It was kind of loud. And sweaty. And–"

"It was nice," he said, voice still soft. We were less than a foot away.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I like talking to you."

"Me too. Spencer?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we go to your apartment?"

"Sure."

It was the world's longest taxi ride and it was only four minutes.

My entire body was vibrating, or so it seemed, as I sat in the backseat next to Reid.

He instructed the driver. I watched him.

When we got to Reid's apartment, he thanked the driver kindly and paid. I climbed out as gracefully as I could in my dress and Reid led me up the steps to his door. He put the keys in the lock turned them, he seemed to think better of it, let go, and kissed me.

It was all I could do to keep myself from squeaking or making some other stupid sound. I wrapped my hands arm his neck and he slid a hand onto my lower back, pulling me close. His lips were soft and he tasted like peppermint.
After what felt like a blissful eternity had passed, he pulled back. Briefly, I was worried that that would be the end of it, but then he pushed his door open. With a curious expression, he invited me in.