FIC: The Game Night (Reid/Rossi, PG-13)

Jan 08, 2010 02:01

Title: The Game Night
Author: darkhawkhealer
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Reid/Rossi
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: just under 1200
Summary: Rossi learns to share.
Note: First person sequel to The Nice Girl



"Mmm." Spencer gasps and squirms against the tickle of my goatee against his neck, shivering when I move aside his shirt collar and start nibbling at the skin there. "David, stop seducing me! I--mmm-- I have to go! I -- ohhh-- I can't be here tonight, I haven't seen Cassandra in a month and she's going to kill me if I skip out on Game Night."

I make a grumpy noise and pull at his shirt, sliding my hands underneath it to wrap around his waist and pull him closer to me. "You could skip it," I say, waggling my eyebrows and leering playfully at my new lover, sliding one hand up to toy with a hard nipple. "Play a different kind of game with me tonight."

Spencer tilts his head for another kiss and I gladly oblige. "Mmm. You're a bad influence on me," he accuses. The way he melts in my arms and runs long fingers through my hair makes me grin.

"You like it," I murmur, before leaning in again.

We're just getting going when the theme song to the Twilight Zone sounds off. I haven't even gotten out a muttered curse before Spencer's scrambling to get to the phone before it goes to voicemail.

"Cassie! Hey!" My boy is flushed and breathing heavily from jumping over the sofa, straightening out his shirt and ruining all my hard work. I can hear Cass clearly through the phone when I move to 'help' him.

"I know you're not standing me up again."

Spencer made an apologetic face at me even as he bats away my hands. I roll my eyes at him even as I reach to pull him closer. No, I'm not going to distract him, I just want him close to me. "No, of course not. In fact, I was just leaving now! What are we playing tonight? Trivial Pursuit? Battleship?"

"Battleship would be great, but apparently Lindsey has a new squeeze."

"Uh-oh. You sound excited."

"I'd be more excited if my game partner wasn't standing me up to have wild monkey sex with his older lover. Lolita." Her voice was amused over the line, just a hint of annoyance bleeding through.

Spencer rolls his eyes. "I really am coming tonight!"

"I'm sure your bedroom activities are none of my business."

His head drops down to his chest even as I chuckle. He walked into that one. "It's just, we've been really busy with cases lately and we haven't had much time to spend together and --"

"Just bring him with you," Cass interrupted. "I don't care. If he's not freaked out by me, he's welcome to come for pizza and root beer. Just come! I miss you."

Spencer raises his eyebrows and looks at me, "Want to come play Trivial Pursuit with us? We're having pizza for dinner."

I knew it was coming, but it's still a surprise that he would be okay with me being around his other friends. "You want me to come?"

A teasing smile tugs at his lips. "Cassandra promises not to channel the dead while you're over," he says, mock-seriously.

"No, I don't."

"Hush," Spencer says into the phone, "It's not like you like doing it anyway."

"This is oppression!"

"Cass!"

"Fine! Twenty minutes, and pick up the pie on the way, will you?"

"Okay," Spencer agrees instantly, hanging up and turning to wrap his arms around me. He leans down to touch his forehead to mine and smiles a little when I return his embrace. "Thank you," he says seriously. "Cass is important to me."

I reach up for another kiss. "It won't be a hardship. She was lovely when I met her." She was a firecracker, is what she was, but I'm not going to tell him that. I have a feeling Game Night at the Cunningham household is going to make for a very interesting evening.

Spencer sighs and gives me one last squeeze, then pulls me to the door. "Come on, we have to go get the pizza."

***

About two blocks away, Spencer tugs me to a stop. "Kiss me here," he says, holding the pizza boxes out of the way and backing me against the building, nibbling at my mouth and then sweeping his tongue inside. I reach up to bury one hand in his hair and pull him closer, matching him inch for inch and giving passersby a serious show. If this kiss gets any hotter, our clothes'll burn off.

"Not that I mind," I tell him when he breaks the kiss and I can breathe again, "But what brought that on?"

Spencer shrugs and starts walking again. "If you kiss me any closer to the condo, Cass'll hear it. And then I'll hear it for procrastinating when there's pizza on the line."

"She'll hear it?"

"Clairaudience. If it happens within a certain radius of where she is, she can hear it."

I'm sure the look on my face is disbelieving, but I keep quiet out of respect. I can see Spencer watching me sidelong, waiting to see if I'll make a response. I'm not entirely sure there is anything to say. I mean, I've seen first-hand that she can do what she says she can do, but that doesn't mean that I'll automatically believe the things they tell me. Or that I want to.

"Did you ever read Douglas Adams?" He asks me as we cross a street.

I should be less surprised, but Spencer makes the most interesting mental connections sometimes. "Hitchhiker's? Yeah. Why?"

"What was your favorite part?"

I can't help the warm rush of amusement, or the smile that comes. "It's only a little detail," I warn him. He smiles at me encouragingly. "I think I've always liked the concept of having a drink in the face of impending doom."

Spencer grins quietly the rest of the way and leads me into a very nice building. Cassandra and her brother live on the top floor, and the elevator ride up is quiet. Spencer reaches out to hold my hand, and I bring our hands up to kiss his knuckles.

"Finally!" Cass cries, throwing open her front door as the elevator doors slide open. Sunshine comes out to greet us, and she reaches unerringly for the pizza boxes Spencer holds. "A girl could starve, the time it takes you two to come over."

Cass turns and puts the pizza on the coffee table, leaving Sunshine to herd us inside. She's in a black tank top and jeans, her hair's up in a sloppy ponytail, and she's barefoot. Huh. She's smaller than I remember. Spencer squeezes my hand and then disengages, taking his coat and scarf off and hanging it up, then turning for mine. I hand them over and turn to where Cass is waiting patiently by the sofa, smiling in our direction.

"Cassandra, you remember David Rossi," Spencer says, tugging me to stand in front of her.

I smile at her, unaccountably nervous. "Hi, Cass."

Cassandra's smile widens into a mischievous grin. "Of course." She hooks a thumb over her shoulder. "Can I offer you a drink? It's Game Night, and you're doomed."

pairing: reid/rossi, series: sister psychic, fandom: criminal minds

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