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You couldn’t believe it was happening, tonight. Finally, after so long Emily and you had agreed on asking your good friend to help increase your family. The team was home for a few days and things had calmed down after the whole ordeal with Scratch. The years watching JJ, Will and the boys had been good for your adjustment to the move. But now, it was time to try for a child of your own. It wasn’t hard to think of a perfect specimen for a sperm donor, Spencer Reid was a genius. He was also one of the kindest and most persevering people either of you had ever met.
You had been the one to first say his name aloud, one night when you were cuddled up after a steamy session with your hot wife.
“Reid, maybe?” You held your breath, knowing it may be an awkward and telling admission to your Emily.
“Oh thank god,” Emily sighed. “I wanted to say him, but you know, didn’t want to put pressure on you with someone we’re close with.”
“No, plus, he’s adorable.”
“He is.” Emily agreed. “Wait, do you want to make this baby the old fashioned way?” She pinched your boob in jest.
“I mean, as long as you’re there, babe. I think it could be fun.”
“Oh, its always fun, if I’m there.” Emily breathed into your mouth before claiming you again and again.
You cleared your thoughts of the memory, the bubbling energy shooting in weird directions throughout the loft as you cleaned.
Spencer took the glass of wine cordially as you sat on the other edge of the couch. Emily finished putting things away from dinner and brought out a fresh bottle of wine for the coffee table. She was smirking like the cat that caught the canary.
“There are some things we should probably get out in the open, now that you’ve so kindly agreed to help us.” Emily sighed, giving Spencer a heavy look. He swallowed a large gulp of his wine before staring back at her in shock.
“You haven’t told her?” Spencer wasn’t good on the subtly.
“Reid, come on, how many people have you told?” Emily crossed her defined legs. The skirt she was wearing was a favorite of yours. She held up her hand to interject before he answered. “JJ doesn’t count.”
“Does it matter?” You asked suddenly. “It can’t be that bad, right?” You tried to keep the mood upbeat as you didn’t want to lose the warmth that was building between your legs with your anticipation.
“It’s not bad, it’s just, well,” Emily started, her voice doing the vocal aerobics it did when she was trying to ease into something. “Let’s just say I know what the doctor is packing.”
“Thanks for the destructive innuendo, Emily.” Spencer sighed. “There was a time, years and years ago, when–”
“You guys were seeing each other?” You interrupted.
“It wasn’t serious.” Emily assured you.
“It was an agreed upon physical relationship.” Spencer shrugged. “But it ended, because someone decided to play dead.” His eyes lit up at the mockery, her face glowed at the call out.
“Ha. Ha. Yes, well. We have since made up and remained friends. Nothing more.” Emily, your Emily, had been with Spencer, she never ceased to surprise you. And you really couldn’t blame him, she was amazing.
“Yeah, it was for the best. You wouldn’t have met if Emily had stayed with the BAU. And-” Spencer was talking excitedly, trying to point out all the things that separated that time and this.
“And he hasn’t kept his hair short since.” Emily grinned slyly at her longtime friend and coworker. Spencer smiled softly, eyes in his lap. There was a heaviness to the room now, suddenly the conversation had brought up an energy between them that you hadn’t felt before. But then he looked at you and it was as if Emily’s spell was forgotten, his dark eyes hooded and his bottom lip pinned beneath his perfect teeth.
“Y/N, I hope this doesn’t change things between us. I am more than willing to go forward with the plan, but if our history changes your opinion of me. I can go.” Spencer was soothing, his voice coated in sincerity.
You shook your head, “No, its not that. I am just, surprised I guess?”
Emily laughed through a relieved breath, “Sweetie, this doesn’t change anything for me either. I just figured, why waste the time and trials when, we’re all friends.”
“And maybe more.” You said it like a confession, Spencer’s eyes squinting at your meaning.
“That’s my girl,” Emily purred as she was draped over her straight backed chair.
Inviting someone else into your bed was a huge display of trust, on the part of the bed itself and your ego. Three bodies in a queen sized bed was going to be crowded, so you made sure the decorated pillows were stored in the cedar chest at the end of the four-poster bed. You had diligently re-cleaned all of your and Emily’s toys and made sure there was lube readily available. After doing a final sweep of the room, you returned to the sitting room where Emily and Spencer were laughing.
You perched on the arm of Emily’s chair, letting her familiar embrace hold you close. You were so keyed up that you were out of breath already. She absently played with your hair as Spencer told a story. It was a fascinating story, you were sure, but you weren’t really hearing anything, just seeing the movement of his lips and the flexing of his fingers as he spoke. He was quite stunning, angular yet soft. It was probably the prettiness in him that drew you in, men were so infrequently your type.
After the story Emily leaned back and whispered in your ear, “Go sit in his lap, Sweetie. There’s been enough talking for tonight.”
Emily loved giving direction and in the bedroom she was more focused on results than niceties. You hummed, how to approach this, but Spencer was reading your body language and you could tell he had caught on. He swallowed, his visible Adam’s Apple bobbing. You stood and walked slowly towards him, your bare feet gentle on the plush carpet.
You took his hand in yours, slowly entwining your fingers in his larger ones. He held your gaze, as you nimbly placed a knee next to his thigh, his other hand instantly met your waist, guiding you to your destination.
“Hi.” You sighed, letting you each adjust to the feel of being in each other’s arms.
“I was rambling wasn’t I?” His mouth quirked up ever so slightly. His hands slid over your thighs to your waist, a repetitive and soothing motion. Emily was perched behind you as a lookout; she enjoyed watching the acquainting unfold.
“Is this alright? It was Em’s idea.” You asked shyly, you had lost your confidence now that the contact had been made. It had been so long since you had been with a guy and he was incredibly tall.
“Emily’s directions are going to help us both tonight.” Spencer looked passed you to your wife, kindly accepting her help. “Anytime you feel uncomfortable, just let me know. Okay?”
You nodded, a budding grin breaking through your features. “Can I kiss you Spencer? On the mouth? Is that okay?”
“Y/N, you can–” You cut him off, diving into his kiss as his arms pulled you closer.
“Don’t hold back now, eesh,” Emily teased somewhere behind you. His lips were warm and his stubble prickled against your skin. It was a new kiss, but it was hungry. You held his face in the palms of your hands as you slowly broke away, his eyes opening timidly. The clinking of glasses brought you both back, spinning you saw Emily was cleaning up.
“You guys carry on, I’ll meet you in the bedroom.” Emily winked as she strutted away with the wine.
“She’s got a great ass,” You sighed into Spencer’s neck, falling to his side.
“I’m more of a boob guy.” Spencer answered. “Or so I’ve been told.”
You ended up giving Spencer the tour of your shared bedroom, showing him your collection of toys and where things were in the master bath if he needed anything. He held your hand the whole time, which was touching. Emily had slipped into a negligee and was unmaking the bed, practically gloating at the two of you.
Along the windowsill she turned to light some candles, damn her she was really setting the moment up. She grinned knowingly as you and Spencer stood awkwardly near the bed. “Okay, Spence, here’s the thing. I’ve raised Y/N’s expectations to a three orgasm minimum. We both know you know what you’re doing, but I thought maybe I could start her.”
“That works for me.” Spencer unsnapped his watch and set it on the nightstand. He was awkwardly comfortable with this whole thing.
“Why does it sound like your negotiating a car sale? Em, don’t be absurd, my finish isn’t really the priority here. In this scenario.” You gestured between you all.
Spencer cleared his throat, stifling a gentle laugh. “Emily and I would get a bit competitive, she’s calling me out.” You spun with raised eyebrows to your wife, Spencer continued to get undressed beside you, unfazed.
“Don’t give me that look, you don’t have to play nice. It’s Reid, he has read every book there is on the subject.”
“Don’t oversell me now, Emily.” Spencer sat on the edge of your bed, in a pair of dark maroon boxer briefs. “Let me know when you want to tap me in, Boss.”
Emily crawled over the bed to face you, her strong hands tugging you down with her. Your hands instinctively found the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a deep kiss. She made light work of your dress, leaving you in your bralette and panty set as your rolled to your side. Spencer was making gentle sounds in the background, but it felt like he was watching a documentary, learning how Emily touched you.
Soon enough you were both naked, her fingers trailing along the lower edges of your ass, tickling you and taunting you. You sucked down on the crest of her boob in retaliation. You dragged your teeth over the porcelain like flesh until you circled her beaded nipple, it puckered in your mouth. She moaned as she rolled on top of you. She avoided your mouth, trailing kisses down your body, your nipples peaked and waiting for her. Again she by passed what your body craved. Eventually, she reached your sex, you stretched your knees wide as she centered her gorgeous face with your folds. Her long lashes were fluttering back at you, her pointed nose ghosting over your inner thighs.
Finally, the heat of her tongue lapped at your pooling juices, her fingers guiding you open. She found her rhythm, sometimes sucking sometimes pummeling your clit with her expert tongue. Soon her left hand found your nipple, which helped to bring the welcomed pressure in your core. She used broad swipes of her tongue as her deft fingers curled inside of you, pushing you closer. You doubled over as your muscles clenched, it was so close. Your hands shot out to clutch the sheets. Instead you found Spencer, his steady hand clutching yours as Emily hummed against your swollen nub. Remembering that two people were here to fuck you drove you over the edge.
Emily’s persistence and Spencer’s support echoed throughout your moans. You whimpered your wife’s name over and over as she watched your body fall apart, leaving searing kisses along your legs and stomach. “Oh my god, Em. Emmmmm. Fuck. Em. Hmmmmmm.”
She purred in satisfaction as you rolled over, falling against Spencer’s leg. He carefully brushed your hair back from your face and watched you breathe through the aftermath of your first orgasm.
“How long?” Emily curled behind you, but she was looking to Spencer.
“Six minutes forty three seconds,” Spencer sighed, “She is unabashedly attractive when she cums.”
Your face flushed with the compliment, you buried it against the bed. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.” You groaned into the ridiculously high thread count Emily insisted on buying.
“What’s that, love?” Spencer crooned down at you. “Don’t hide that face from us now.” Emily trailed kisses along your shoulders and you surrendered.
“Don’t talk like I am some pet that can’t understand when you’re talking about me.” You huffed. Snapping your face from Spencer back to give Emily a side-eye. “Also, stop with the timers and the score cards. Just enjoy it? Okay? This is about making a life, let the beauty of that be enough. Pervs.”
Everyone broke out in laughter.