Title: So Lifelike
Authour: prettychemistry
Rating: FRAO/NC17/Mature
Ship: Emily/Reid
Words: 500
Warnings: slasher-written het, explicit
Disclaimer: Not affiliated with CM whatsoever.
Summary: Written a while ago. A response to Emily's comment about Reid in 4x02, The Angel Maker, "...he's so lifelike!"
A/N: I'm not sure about this one. Decided to just post it and get it off my enormous pile of unfinished fics.

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She thought her robot joke was funny because that's not how he is, not at all. Not when they're alone.

Not when he shuts her bedroom door behind himself, kissing her like he'd never stop if he got the choice.

Not when he lays her out on her own bed - it's always her bed where they do this, because she has a king-size, and he has ice-cold feet and she hogs the covers - and tugs her trousers open, slips them off along with her wispy lace panties, and waits, with that professorial look he has that says she'll get the answer eventually, for her to spread her legs for him.

Definitely not when he gets to his knees at the end of the bed, between her eagerly parted thighs, and presses a soft kiss to her clit, as if to say hello, before he licks lavishly at her centre. He rubs her clit with the pad of his thumb as his tongue fucks her, deep and thorough, because this is exactly what she wants to come home to, and he aims to please her in all things.

She twines her fingers into his hair so she can see the concentration in his eyes when he does this. He wants to make it good for her, not because he'll get something in return - though he will, she'll make sure of it - but because he's kind and he cares for her, and because it makes him hot.

He's not coolly professional now, and neither is she, as she begs him to please give her what she needs to get off. He knows what this is. He thrusts three fingers in and out of her and sucks on her clit hard until she comes. It's only after she's gotten off once already that he'll strip them both naked and fuck her for real.

He's not a robot, he's a man, the only man to ever get this just right, hard enough and deep enough and not too slow because she's never been patient, and his learning curve is shockingly steep. She wraps her legs around his waist and he kisses her neck, licks her earlobe, tells her in all the ways he doesn't need his voice for that he's prepared to dote on her for as long as she likes because she's so, so lovely to him.

She feels lovely as she comes again, as she brings him off, laughing because during orgasm he always looks like he's trying to solve a very difficult math problem.

They're not brilliant or brave as they settle into bed together afterward. In sleep she will wrap herself in at least 70 percent of the blankets, and he will touch her leg with one of his frozen feet to wake her up long enough to steal some. When they rise to the sound of the alarm, they'll be agents again, but they're just lovers now, and that's enough.

It's plenty to keep her going until morning.

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