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Alex Blake.

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Hidden Truths (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You and Alex aim to keep things professional at work

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of jealousy

You sat with your chin in your palm, finger running over the wood of the table. Sitting in the back corner was always the right choice, giving you the chance to watch without being observed. Except for the sparkling brown eyes of the only person who could see you.

You pressed your lips together, doing your best to not let the smile threatening to bloom out in full force. Alex spun, writing on the white board and you gave yourself a moment to let your eyes wander over her. She was wearing the trousers that always made your head a little fuzzy. You tilted your head, following the line of her hips until she turned to survey the room again.

Her eyes caught on you for a moment before flitting away again, calling on one of the students with their hand raised. Fingers tipped with intrigue pushed her hair away from her eyes, and you let yourself look at her, long enough to find her glancing up towards you again. There was a curve to the corner of her mouth that spoke of her amusement and you couldn’t help your own lips curling up in an answering smile.

The rest of the class, the final ten minutes, passed without her looking in your direction again. You knew why, the temptation you posed there for her. It was one of the reasons you loved sitting in on her classes, only occasionally letting yourself indulge in the luxury of it.

You’d made it clear to her how much you enjoyed watching her teach.

She dismissed the class and you waited a few extra seconds before rising to your feet. Placing a hand in your pocket, you sauntered down the steps, eyes trained on her as she packed up her bag. You were so focused on her you almost ran straight into a student. Catching yourself on the bench beside you, you realised the boy in front of you was familiar.

“Professor, I didn’t know you had anything to do with linguistics,” he said, offering you an interested smile.

“I don’t,” you laughed, “just thought it would be fun to do a drive by pop in.”

“Oh, you know Doctor Blake?” he asked, looking a lot more interested now.

“I’d hope so,” you replied, “otherwise the conversation I was hoping to have with her is going to be very awkward.”

“You were hoping to have a conversation with me?”

Alex had paused at the bottom of the stairs, bag slung over her shoulder. You could still see that sparkle in her eye, the amusement loud and clear to you. You rolled your eyes, but there was still a smile on your face.

“I was,” you replied.

“And you couldn’t just text?” she asked.

“Well, I wanted an answer before four, and I know you so…” You lent closer to the student, “she never answers me.”

“You’re going to give me a bad reputation,” she laughed.

“An accurate reputation,” you shot back, “I swear she does it because she knows it annoys me.”

The student was looking between the two of you, an almost bemused smile on his face, like he couldn’t believe this was a conversation he was witnessing. You patted his shoulder.

“What do you think of Doctor Blake?” you asked, “good professor?”

“Yeah she’s… she’s brilliant,” he replied, after shooting her a quick look. You were unclear if the look was due to feeling uncomfortable about being asked about her in front of her, or if it was because he had stars in his eyes for her.

“Mind like no other,” you said, nodding your head in agreement.

“Alright, I think that’s quite enough,” she said but you could see her fighting a smile.

“Good luck with next week’s reading, George,” you said to the student, “I hear it’s a doozy.”

The two of you watched him leave the room, Alex’s hand inching towards you like a game of chicken. You caught it, pressing a soft kiss to her palm. Her eyes softened when she finally looked to you.

“You wanted to have a conversation with me,” she prompted.

“Well, less of a conversation although tongues will definitely be involved,” you replied.

Her gaze darkened, flicking down to your lips then back up.

“We’re at work,” she said.

“That was your last class of the day,” you said, “and unless I’ve missed something you have nowhere important to be.”

“What are you suggesting?” She tugged you forward by your joined hands.

“That we cut out early for the weekend and do something far more enjoyable than dealing with students,” you said.

“This is why you shouldn’t be allowed to come watch my lectures,” she said, a knowing smile gracing her features.

“I can’t resist,” you replied, “you have no idea how hot it is when you’re up there teaching. You’re so fucking sexy, Alex.”

“And I don’t think you know how intoxicating it is to be watched by you,” she said.

Her free hand came up, cupping your cheek. She pulled you closer, breath ghosting over your lips. You allowed her one moment of hesitation before closing the gap. The way she kissed was familiar, but it never failed to steal your breath. You pressed yourself against her, feeling no better than one of the students you spent all day with.

“Come on, sweetheart,” she mumbled against your lips, “let’s at least pretend to have some self control.”

“Self control?” you asked when she drew back, “what’s that?”

You loved her throaty chuckle, coming from deep in her chest. It was the sound of heaven if there was one, letting you know you’d done something right. She only did that when she was completely amused with you, and planned on showing you how much she liked that.

She pulled on your joined hands until you were following her to the door. The sunlight hit you just as she let you go, remembering at the last second that such easy affection was not for the campus. You’d both agreed, keeping your personal life from the workplace was the best course of action, if only to keep the respect of your colleagues and students. Over the years it had turned into a bit of a game to see if anyone could figure it out. It helped that you’d both kept your names.

Her car was parked by her office, while yours was on the other end of campus, near yours. The two of you split, but not before you pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, her small smile carrying you through the drive home. Three years married and you still couldn’t get over how lucky you were.

When you entered the house, she was standing in the kitchen, already pouring two glasses of wine. You curled your arms around her waist, pressing your front to her back. She hummed, leaning back against you, tilting her head when your lips found the long column of her neck. You’d been a little obsessed with it the entire time you’d known her.

“We have all weekend, darling,” she said, as you continued to kiss along her neck.

“I know,” you replied, “I’m taking my time to enjoy myself.”

She chuckled, low in her throat, leaning into you as you continued to make your presence known. She’d placed the wine glasses down, hands resting on the counter. The taste of her skin felt like home.

“Are we not even going to make it past the kitchen?” she asked.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you replied, laughing into the curve of her neck.

“Sometimes I want dessert first,” she sighed as your hands begun to creep underneath her shirt.

“And sometimes I want to be bent over your office desk after watching you lecture,” you replied.

“Only sometimes?” You could hear the smile in her voice.

“Alright, I always want that after seeing you lecture.”

The drag of your fingers up the skin of her stomach, feeling her muscles flutter under your touch. She was pressing her body back against yours, letting you explore. As if you hadn’t mapped every inch of her body already.

“I don’t think you’re the one getting bent over the desk right now,” she said as your fingers found the underside of her bra covered breast.

“Is that what you want, Doctor Blake?” you asked, “to be bent over and fucked real good?”

She spun. Her hands landed on your hips, turning you until she had you pinned against the counter. Her lips hovered above yours, breaths mingling.

“Don’t forget the wine, darling.”

She slid away from you, leaving nothing but air in your arms. You grinned to yourself, grabbing the glasses and the bottle, and following her out of the kitchen.

Monday morning is was easy to slip back into your routine, having taken to the entire weekend to enjoy the company of your wife. You loved saying that. Your wife.

George was in his usual seat in your lecture, turning a light shade of pink each time you looked over. It looked as if the small amount of your life you’d shown to him the week before had influenced him. You weren’t quite sure in what way.

You let them go early, knowing a Monday morning class was always the hardest to get through for the students. It was hard enough getting through as someone who knew the material inside and out.

As you packed away your bag George approached you, looking a little unsure of himself. You smiled, hoping you were coming across as friendly and approachable.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, waving to a group of girls as they left the hall.

“I didn’t know you and Doctor Blake were married,” he said.

“Three years now,” you said, “it’s not common knowledge.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“Just personal preference,” you said, “so keep it on the down low, yeah?”

“Oh yeah, of course. Anything for you Doctor Blake,” he said, “and you.”

“Thanks George,” you said.

You parted ways with him at the door, giving him a cheery wave as left. The walk to Alex’s office was nice, shady and green as you crossed campus. You knocked on her door, pushing it open when she called for you to enter.

“Someone has a crush on you,” you singsonged.

“Is it you?” she asked, not looking up as she marked papers.

“Forever and always,” you replied, flinging yourself into one of the chairs across from her desk, “but that’s not who I’m talking about.”

“Who are you talking about?” she asked, still not sounding interested.

“George,” you said, kicking your feet up onto her desk, “he figured out we’re married.”

That got her attention. Absentmindedly, she pushed your feet off her desk as she lent towards you.

“He figured it out?” she asked.

“Which means you owe ten bucks,” you said.

She gave you a fond eye roll, her chuckle quiet. You lent forward, plucking the pen from her fingers, twirling it in your own.

“I did know about his crush,” she said, “he’s one of many.”

“Alright, some modesty would have been nice,” you laughed.

“You have more students with crushes on you,” she replied.

“What? No, I don’t.”

“You definitely do,” she said, “I’ve counted. You’re a hot commodity on this campus, Professor.”

“You must feel pretty lucky then, Doctor Blake,” you replied, turning it into a joke to make yourself feel more comfortable.

“I do. Every single day,” she replied, sounding serious.

“Alright, well, I wasn’t expecting-“ You paused, a thought coming to you, “why have you counted?”

“Hmm?” She looked back down to the papers she still had to grade.

“The students with crushes on me. You said you’ve counted. Why?”

“No particular reason,” she replied, “it’s just good information to have.”

“Are you… Alex?” You waited for her to look up at you again, “are you jealous?”

“What? No.”

“Holy shit, you are.”

“Of course I’m not jealous of some children,” she said, leaning forward to take the pen back, “it’s just good to keep an eye out for the students who might… try to steal you away.”

“Alex.” You handed back the pen, “there is no one capable of stealing me away. I’m your problem forever. We signed a contract. It’s official.”

“Contracts can be broken,” she said, ducking her head.

You rose from your chair, rounding her desk to perch just beside her. With fingers on her chin you tilted her head up until her eyes met yours. You could see the worry swimming in there.

“Not this one,” you replied, “never. You’re stuck with me. Because there is no one else for me out there. Just you.”

“But what if-“ You pressed your index finger to her lips.

“No one,’ you said, “besides, these students are all children.”

She laughed, the breath puffing against the skin of your hand.

“Okay,” she said.

You let forward, replacing your finger with your lips, if only to show her how much she meant to you. Screw the rules. There was no one else for you, but her. And that was all there was to that.

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these r literally all so good

Alex Blake Masterlist

Overheard

Home

Never Have I Ever

Undercover

Jealous

The Ex

Perfectly Normal

Personal Feelings

Please (NSFW)

Unprofessional

Keeping Our Secret (NSFW)

Glasses

Your Angel

Seducing Her

Playing the Game (NSFW) pt 1, pt 2

Being Seduced (NSFW)

Perfect pt 1, pt 2

The Jacket

Confessions

Deep Breath

Matched (NSFW)

Your Hands

Teased (NSFW)

Hidden Truths

Promising the Universe

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so cute omg

Hidden Truths (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You and Alex aim to keep things professional at work

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of jealousy

You sat with your chin in your palm, finger running over the wood of the table. Sitting in the back corner was always the right choice, giving you the chance to watch without being observed. Except for the sparkling brown eyes of the only person who could see you.

You pressed your lips together, doing your best to not let the smile threatening to bloom out in full force. Alex spun, writing on the white board and you gave yourself a moment to let your eyes wander over her. She was wearing the trousers that always made your head a little fuzzy. You tilted your head, following the line of her hips until she turned to survey the room again.

Her eyes caught on you for a moment before flitting away again, calling on one of the students with their hand raised. Fingers tipped with intrigue pushed her hair away from her eyes, and you let yourself look at her, long enough to find her glancing up towards you again. There was a curve to the corner of her mouth that spoke of her amusement and you couldn’t help your own lips curling up in an answering smile.

The rest of the class, the final ten minutes, passed without her looking in your direction again. You knew why, the temptation you posed there for her. It was one of the reasons you loved sitting in on her classes, only occasionally letting yourself indulge in the luxury of it.

You’d made it clear to her how much you enjoyed watching her teach.

She dismissed the class and you waited a few extra seconds before rising to your feet. Placing a hand in your pocket, you sauntered down the steps, eyes trained on her as she packed up her bag. You were so focused on her you almost ran straight into a student. Catching yourself on the bench beside you, you realised the boy in front of you was familiar.

“Professor, I didn’t know you had anything to do with linguistics,” he said, offering you an interested smile.

“I don’t,” you laughed, “just thought it would be fun to do a drive by pop in.”

“Oh, you know Doctor Blake?” he asked, looking a lot more interested now.

“I’d hope so,” you replied, “otherwise the conversation I was hoping to have with her is going to be very awkward.”

“You were hoping to have a conversation with me?”

Alex had paused at the bottom of the stairs, bag slung over her shoulder. You could still see that sparkle in her eye, the amusement loud and clear to you. You rolled your eyes, but there was still a smile on your face.

“I was,” you replied.

“And you couldn’t just text?” she asked.

“Well, I wanted an answer before four, and I know you so…” You lent closer to the student, “she never answers me.”

“You’re going to give me a bad reputation,” she laughed.

“An accurate reputation,” you shot back, “I swear she does it because she knows it annoys me.”

The student was looking between the two of you, an almost bemused smile on his face, like he couldn’t believe this was a conversation he was witnessing. You patted his shoulder.

“What do you think of Doctor Blake?” you asked, “good professor?”

“Yeah she’s… she’s brilliant,” he replied, after shooting her a quick look. You were unclear if the look was due to feeling uncomfortable about being asked about her in front of her, or if it was because he had stars in his eyes for her.

“Mind like no other,” you said, nodding your head in agreement.

“Alright, I think that’s quite enough,” she said but you could see her fighting a smile.

“Good luck with next week’s reading, George,” you said to the student, “I hear it’s a doozy.”

The two of you watched him leave the room, Alex’s hand inching towards you like a game of chicken. You caught it, pressing a soft kiss to her palm. Her eyes softened when she finally looked to you.

“You wanted to have a conversation with me,” she prompted.

“Well, less of a conversation although tongues will definitely be involved,” you replied.

Her gaze darkened, flicking down to your lips then back up.

“We’re at work,” she said.

“That was your last class of the day,” you said, “and unless I’ve missed something you have nowhere important to be.”

“What are you suggesting?” She tugged you forward by your joined hands.

“That we cut out early for the weekend and do something far more enjoyable than dealing with students,” you said.

“This is why you shouldn’t be allowed to come watch my lectures,” she said, a knowing smile gracing her features.

“I can’t resist,” you replied, “you have no idea how hot it is when you’re up there teaching. You’re so fucking sexy, Alex.”

“And I don’t think you know how intoxicating it is to be watched by you,” she said.

Her free hand came up, cupping your cheek. She pulled you closer, breath ghosting over your lips. You allowed her one moment of hesitation before closing the gap. The way she kissed was familiar, but it never failed to steal your breath. You pressed yourself against her, feeling no better than one of the students you spent all day with.

“Come on, sweetheart,” she mumbled against your lips, “let’s at least pretend to have some self control.”

“Self control?” you asked when she drew back, “what’s that?”

You loved her throaty chuckle, coming from deep in her chest. It was the sound of heaven if there was one, letting you know you’d done something right. She only did that when she was completely amused with you, and planned on showing you how much she liked that.

She pulled on your joined hands until you were following her to the door. The sunlight hit you just as she let you go, remembering at the last second that such easy affection was not for the campus. You’d both agreed, keeping your personal life from the workplace was the best course of action, if only to keep the respect of your colleagues and students. Over the years it had turned into a bit of a game to see if anyone could figure it out. It helped that you’d both kept your names.

Her car was parked by her office, while yours was on the other end of campus, near yours. The two of you split, but not before you pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, her small smile carrying you through the drive home. Three years married and you still couldn’t get over how lucky you were.

When you entered the house, she was standing in the kitchen, already pouring two glasses of wine. You curled your arms around her waist, pressing your front to her back. She hummed, leaning back against you, tilting her head when your lips found the long column of her neck. You’d been a little obsessed with it the entire time you’d known her.

“We have all weekend, darling,” she said, as you continued to kiss along her neck.

“I know,” you replied, “I’m taking my time to enjoy myself.”

She chuckled, low in her throat, leaning into you as you continued to make your presence known. She’d placed the wine glasses down, hands resting on the counter. The taste of her skin felt like home.

“Are we not even going to make it past the kitchen?” she asked.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you replied, laughing into the curve of her neck.

“Sometimes I want dessert first,” she sighed as your hands begun to creep underneath her shirt.

“And sometimes I want to be bent over your office desk after watching you lecture,” you replied.

“Only sometimes?” You could hear the smile in her voice.

“Alright, I always want that after seeing you lecture.”

The drag of your fingers up the skin of her stomach, feeling her muscles flutter under your touch. She was pressing her body back against yours, letting you explore. As if you hadn’t mapped every inch of her body already.

“I don’t think you’re the one getting bent over the desk right now,” she said as your fingers found the underside of her bra covered breast.

“Is that what you want, Doctor Blake?” you asked, “to be bent over and fucked real good?”

She spun. Her hands landed on your hips, turning you until she had you pinned against the counter. Her lips hovered above yours, breaths mingling.

“Don’t forget the wine, darling.”

She slid away from you, leaving nothing but air in your arms. You grinned to yourself, grabbing the glasses and the bottle, and following her out of the kitchen.

Monday morning is was easy to slip back into your routine, having taken to the entire weekend to enjoy the company of your wife. You loved saying that. Your wife.

George was in his usual seat in your lecture, turning a light shade of pink each time you looked over. It looked as if the small amount of your life you’d shown to him the week before had influenced him. You weren’t quite sure in what way.

You let them go early, knowing a Monday morning class was always the hardest to get through for the students. It was hard enough getting through as someone who knew the material inside and out.

As you packed away your bag George approached you, looking a little unsure of himself. You smiled, hoping you were coming across as friendly and approachable.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, waving to a group of girls as they left the hall.

“I didn’t know you and Doctor Blake were married,” he said.

“Three years now,” you said, “it’s not common knowledge.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“Just personal preference,” you said, “so keep it on the down low, yeah?”

“Oh yeah, of course. Anything for you Doctor Blake,” he said, “and you.”

“Thanks George,” you said.

You parted ways with him at the door, giving him a cheery wave as left. The walk to Alex’s office was nice, shady and green as you crossed campus. You knocked on her door, pushing it open when she called for you to enter.

“Someone has a crush on you,” you singsonged.

“Is it you?” she asked, not looking up as she marked papers.

“Forever and always,” you replied, flinging yourself into one of the chairs across from her desk, “but that’s not who I’m talking about.”

“Who are you talking about?” she asked, still not sounding interested.

“George,” you said, kicking your feet up onto her desk, “he figured out we’re married.”

That got her attention. Absentmindedly, she pushed your feet off her desk as she lent towards you.

“He figured it out?” she asked.

“Which means you owe ten bucks,” you said.

She gave you a fond eye roll, her chuckle quiet. You lent forward, plucking the pen from her fingers, twirling it in your own.

“I did know about his crush,” she said, “he’s one of many.”

“Alright, some modesty would have been nice,” you laughed.

“You have more students with crushes on you,” she replied.

“What? No, I don’t.”

“You definitely do,” she said, “I’ve counted. You’re a hot commodity on this campus, Professor.”

“You must feel pretty lucky then, Doctor Blake,” you replied, turning it into a joke to make yourself feel more comfortable.

“I do. Every single day,” she replied, sounding serious.

“Alright, well, I wasn’t expecting-“ You paused, a thought coming to you, “why have you counted?”

“Hmm?” She looked back down to the papers she still had to grade.

“The students with crushes on me. You said you’ve counted. Why?”

“No particular reason,” she replied, “it’s just good information to have.”

“Are you… Alex?” You waited for her to look up at you again, “are you jealous?”

“What? No.”

“Holy shit, you are.”

“Of course I’m not jealous of some children,” she said, leaning forward to take the pen back, “it’s just good to keep an eye out for the students who might… try to steal you away.”

“Alex.” You handed back the pen, “there is no one capable of stealing me away. I’m your problem forever. We signed a contract. It’s official.”

“Contracts can be broken,” she said, ducking her head.

You rose from your chair, rounding her desk to perch just beside her. With fingers on her chin you tilted her head up until her eyes met yours. You could see the worry swimming in there.

“Not this one,” you replied, “never. You’re stuck with me. Because there is no one else for me out there. Just you.”

“But what if-“ You pressed your index finger to her lips.

“No one,’ you said, “besides, these students are all children.”

She laughed, the breath puffing against the skin of your hand.

“Okay,” she said.

You let forward, replacing your finger with your lips, if only to show her how much she meant to you. Screw the rules. There was no one else for you, but her. And that was all there was to that.

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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

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OMFG.

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IMAGINE THE BAU USING GEN Z SLANG

hotch: he's an erotomaniac. he'll do anything to prove his love.

emily: s i m p

tara: down bad frl

rossi: L rizz

hotch: you're all fired

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I WANT FRIENDS TOO

the feeling of people asking if a man is the reason why I'm grinning at my phone and me having to explain that it's actually ssa dr. alex blake

(this is a call for criminal minds ppl to be my friends, I am desperate please)

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i love the blackmailing spencer ngl

Overheard (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Alex overhears a conversation she wasn't meant to

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: use of Y/N

“Come on Reid. Please.”

“I don’t even know what you’re asking for.

“Just, put in a good word with her for me.”

Alex paused. The conversation in the abandoned office was most likely louder than either you or Spencer were aiming for. But it was intriguing, you asking Spencer to talk to someone for you when usually you weren’t one to shy away from people.

“Why me?” Spencer asked.

“Everyone knows she’s closest to you on the team.”

“I don’t understand what you’re hoping to come from this.”

“Spencer…” There was so much fondness in your voice.

Alex smiled to herself, not able to help listening to her two favourite people talking. She’d always loved seeing the two of you together, her heart swelling.

“What?”

“For someone so smart sometimes you miss the most obvious stuff.”

“What?”

“I have got the biggest crush on her.”

Alex’s heart stopped. It felt as if the floor dropped out from beneath her. She was rooted to the spot, not able to leave even if she wanted to. That wasn’t something she’d wanted to overhear. That you had feelings for someone. Someone who wasn’t her.

“Oh…” Spencer also sounded less than pleased at your confession.

“Just because she’s your work mom doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t find her fine as hell.” You were laughing.

“No she’s not- she’s not my- why would you say that?”

“Reid, you and Alex clearly have a pseudo mother/son relationship going on. It’s sweet.” You were still laughing.

Alex felt her heart start up again.

“I really don’t want to think about you and her…” Spencer was sounding a bit sick.

“And you say you’re not her work son.” There was so much laughter in your voice.

“Why do you want me doing this?”

“Because she’ll listen to you if you tell her I’m cute and amazing and a really good date.”

“What if she thinks I have a crush on you?”

“Also mention I’m a lesbian.”

“I really don’t want to do this.”

“Because you don’t want to think about your work mum as having sex appeal?”

“Yes!”

“Well too bad because she’s sexy. But I won’t tell you all the things I want to do with her. Unless you don’t put in a good word for me. Then I’ll describe them all in excruciating detail and we both know you’ll never forget what I say. And every time you look at her you’ll be thinking about it.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“So I have this one fantasy…”

Alex couldn’t help but lean towards the door, wanting to hear what you were about to say.

“Fine! Fine,” Spencer interrupted before you could say anything further, “I’ll talk to her.”

“And this is why you’re my favourite.”

Alex about turned and walked away when she heard the door begin to open, rushing around the corner to keep from being seen. Your laughter was still haunting the hall as both you and Spencer walked back to the bullpen. She gave you a few minutes before sitting at her desk again. She didn’t miss the look you shot Spencer.

It wasn’t until later that she saw that overheard conversation in action. Standing in the lift with Spencer, she wasn’t surprised when he opened his mouth.

“So, do you have plans this weekend?” he asked her.

“No,” she replied, waiting to see where he was taking the conversation.

“Y/N has been talking about this restaurant she really wants to check out,” he said.

“Are you suggesting we go?” she asked, raising her eyebrow at him.

“Not us. But maybe you could go since you don’t have plans and you could take Y/N since she really wants to go there,” he said, beginning to ramble.

“Spencer?”

“Yes?”

“Are you trying to set me up on a date?” she asked.

“No.” He shook his head.

“Are you suggesting I ask Y/N on a date?” she asked.

“Well, the two of you are friendly and you have similar interests suggesting you’ll be compatible together. Your personalities are complimentary and you don’t have to worry about her not understanding your work or your schedule. Plus she’s uh… cute,” he said.

She chuckled as the doors slid open.

“She’s very cute,” she agreed.

“So you’ll ask her?” he asked, sounding hopeful.

“I’ll think about it,” she said.

“So,” she said the next day, catching you in the middle of making a cup of coffee, early enough that no one else was there yet, “a little bird has told me something.”

“It’s not true,” you immediately said.

“It isn’t?” She felt as if she was on the wrong foot.

“Nope. I did not switch out the sugar with the salt. Morgan was just sleep deprived and wrong,” you said, flashing a quick smile at her. It made her heart pound a little harder.

“I hadn’t heard that one,” she said.

“Oh.” She loved the sound of surprise in your voice, “what were you told then?”

“That there’s a certain restaurant that you’ve been hoping to try out,” she said.

You caught your bottom lip between your teeth and she couldn’t help but focus on it. Thoughts of doing the same filled her mind. She wondered if you’d moan when she did it.

“There is,” you confirmed.

“How about we go this Friday?” she suggested. Your face lit up before dimming.

“I’d love to but they have a massive waitlist for reservations. They said they didn’t have an opening until next May,” you said.

“You just need to know the right people,” she said with a wink.

“Really?” There was so much hope blooming over your face.

“Really.”

There was a part of her that wanted to bottle the smile on your face and save it forever. You were looking at her like she’d hung the moon and the stars.

“So Spencer spoke to you,” you said.

“Last night,” she said, nodding her head, “really wanted me to know you’re cute.”

Your eyes brightened but you ducked your head, looking a little embarrassed. Clearly you hadn’t thought he would quote you verbatim to her.

“Definitely cute,” she said.

Your eyes darted up to her, a look of surprised delight crossing your face. She couldn’t help reaching out, fingers brushing the back of your hand. You inhaled sharply and she had to wonder how she’d never seen it before. How she hadn’t noticed your reaction to her.

“I have a confession to make,” she said.

You tilted your head to one side.

“Okay?”

“Spencer didn’t need to talk to me in the lift last night,” she said.

“He didn’t?” She could hear the confusion in your voice.

“I may have heard the two of you talking yesterday,” she said, bracing for your reaction.

“Oh.” She felt you tense.

“I’m sorry,” she rushed to say, “I should have walked away when I realised what the conversation was about.”

“So you heard…?”

“About your feelings for me,” she said, “and your blackmailing of Spencer and the interesting interpretation of the relationship I have with him.”

“An accurate interpretation,” you replied, skipping over the first two.

“And the least interesting thing I heard,” she said.

“So what? You’re taking pity on me by asking me on a date after hearing I have a crush on you? Or just to keep me from scarring Reid with my active imagination?” you asked.

“Looks like there’s a real inability to see the obvious around here lately,” she said, taking a half step closer until she was invading your personal space. Your breathing seemed to stop.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, and she could see how hard you were trying to stop yourself hoping.

“Honey, I’m completely besotted with you,” she said, “I really thought I wasn’t hiding it that well.”

“No, because that would mean you…” You shook your head.

“Have feelings for you too,” she continued.

“But you’re amazing,” you said. She couldn’t help chuckling, cupping your cheek, thumb running along your cheekbone.

“Didn’t you tell Spencer to tell me how amazing you are?” she asked.

“Well, yeah but that’s what your wingman is meant to do,” you said, “it doesn’t mean it has to be true.”

“I think you’re phenomenal,” she said.

She couldn’t help herself when you were looking at her that way. Like she was something magical and you couldn’t understand how you’d managed to catch her. She lent forward, hesitating at the last moment, breath mingling. You closed the distance, the brush of your lips soft against hers. The gasp that fell from her lips was completely involuntary but the way your tongue swept into her mouth made her shudder, fire licking through her veins. Your hands were on her waist, under her blazer, threatening to pull her against you until there was no space between your bodies.

“You know,” she said, hating herself as she pulled back, your whimper sending a jolt between her legs, “there’s something else you said that interests me.”

“What?” You gasped when her fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head up towards her.

“What was that fantasy you were threatening Spencer with?” she asked.

“Well…” You pushed her back against the counter, “there was a little more of this.”

Your next kiss was deeper, almost burning her up from the inside out. All she could do was kiss you back, hauling you closer, pressing her body against yours. Turns out, you did moan when she sunk her teeth into your bottom lip. Your fingers dug in, and she felt as if electricity was running over her skin. The whimper falling from your lips when she tugged on the hair wound around her fingers made her feel molten.

Your hands kept her pinned to the counter by her hips. She wanted more, all of you, everything you were willing to give. She’d forgotten what it felt like, to feel such a deep well of want opening up in her. It was making her head spin.

“Guys.”

You broke away from her, and she had to fight against her impulse to pull you back. Spencer was standing there, long fingers clutching at the strap of his bag, looking a faint shade of green. A snort of laughter burst from you before you clapped a hand over your mouth.

“Sorry Reid,” you said but she could feel you shaking trying to contain your laughter.

“Does this mean I don’t have to talk to Alex about this anymore?” he asked.

“Yeah, Spencer. You don’t have to do that again,” you said.

“Good.” He walked a couple of steps away before turning around to look at the two of you again, “and I’m really happy for you guys.”

“As am I,” Rossi said, walking past, “but need I remind you this is a place of work.”

“Nope.” She could hear the embarrassment in your voice now, the humour gone.

“Good.”

“I’ll pick you up at 7 on Friday,” she murmured in your ear as she slipped around your body, “wear something nice.”

She could feel your eyes on her as she walked away. If she wasn’t careful, she’d become addicted to the feeling. She wasn’t sure that would be such a bad thing.

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this is totally something penelope would do frl

Never Have I Ever (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Girls night leads to a game of detective for Alex.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: mentions of masturbating, alcohol consumption

Girls night felt like an institution by that point. Penelope had been running them since before you’d joined the BAU but the minute you had an invitation had been extended to you. You hadn’t been sure what to expect, but after your first one you were just as hooked as the other women on the team.

When Alex had joined the team she had been resistant to the lure of the invitation. When she finally said yes, it felt like a celebration. When you saw her standing in Penelope’s doorway, your heart fluttered and you did your best to suppress your smile.

“I brought wine,” she said, offering it to Penelope.

You chuckled, sure you’d get to it at some point in the night. You shook your cocktail maker, winking at Emily as you tossed it. Her delighted laugh seemed to attract the attention of the new guest.

“Impressive,” Alex said.

“You’d be surprised how bartending through college led to some skills that impress the ladies,” you replied, pouring out the mojito into the salt rimmed glass. You pushed it over to Emily who sighed as she drank it.

“Can I hire you full time?” she asked.

“Want one?” you asked Alex, ignoring her.

“I suppose I’d better say yes,” she replied, “Garcia warned me how these nights go.”

“Did she also warn you about the initiation for new members?” You passed her a glass, fingers brushing together.

“Should I be scared?” she asked.

“That depends.” You smiled over the rim of your own cocktail, “how do you feel about drinking games?”

“I just want to get to know all the newbies,” Penelope said.

“Beyond whether they’re nice?” Alex asked.

Yeah, there was a reason you liked her so much.

“I did apologise for that, right? Because I meant to. I really really meant to,” Penelope said.

You slumped down into the beanbag on the floor, listening to the quiet laughter of the new member of the team. She perched herself on one end of the couch, leaving enough room for Penelope to plop in the middle with JJ on her other side. Emily had taken the only armchair, purple fuzzy pillow in her lap.

“So drinking games?” Alex asked.

“Never have I ever,” Emily said, “it’s a tradition.”

“Practically an institution,” JJ said.

“I like knowing about my friends,” Penelope said, “I don’t think that’s weird. It’s not even that scary. And if you’re boring then you don’t get that drunk which if you don’t want to then it’s the perfect game. And people who want to get drunk tend to do a whole lot of crazy stuff.”

“Never have I ever,” you said, holding your cup up, “owned a house.”

You weren’t surprised by the people who drank. Emily wrinkled her nose at you.

“Never have I ever gone to vet school,” Emily said.

“Okay, call out,” you laughed, taking a sip from your drink.

“Really?” Alex raised an eyebrow.

“I lasted all of two weeks before I left,” you said, “not my best choice.”

And so the game continued as you all got more inebriated. There was a nice looseness to your limbs and a haze at the corners of your vision. Your head lolled to the side.

“Alright, alright, I have one,” Penelope said, “never have I ever masturbated to the thought of someone in this room.”

You drank, surprised you weren’t the only one. Emily was grinning at you over the rim of her glass a sense of camaraderie in the action. JJ flushed, sinking further into her seat.

“Wait, hang on, who?” Penelope asked, head snapping between you three, “who was it? Was it me?”

“Not how the game works, Pen,” you said.

Alex was leaning forward, forearms resting on her thighs, glass dangling from fingers. You let your eyes drag over to her before looking back at Emily. Her eyes were trained on JJ who was doing her best to avoid eye contact completely.

“I want to know,” Penelope whined, “come on. You can’t tease us like this.”

“Maybe you should have thought about playing a different game, then,” JJ muttered.

“Never have I ever,” Alex said, continuing the game before Penelope could wheedle you for answers, “been caught masturbating.”

With Penelope drinking she couldn’t keep grilling you.

“Okay, time for a refill,” you said, plucking the empty glass from her hands.

From the kitchen you could hear Penelope trying to convince Emily to say who it had been. You had to bite down on your lip to keep from laughing. Penelope had always been more of a lightweight than Emily.

“So.” You hadn’t noticed Alex get up and join you, “was it Emily?”

“Was what Emily?” you asked.

“The person you masturbated to,” she replied.

“Is that what you think?” you asked.

“You do flirt with her a lot,” she replied, “and you’re closer to her than anyone else on the team.”

“Em wishes she was lucky enough to be the one,” you laughed.

“Does she?” Her eyebrows raised.

“Wouldn’t anyone?” you asked, flashing her a cocky grin.

Her eyes dragged over your body and you felt a flush of warmth flood your veins.

“I suppose so,” she replied.

You felt breathless when you returned to the beanbag, passing out the new round of drinks. Alex was already sitting back in her spot, not looking over at you, listening to Emily regale the group with a story from London. You let your eyes linger, not quite able to stop yourself when she caught you. The curl of her lips had butterflies exploding in your stomach.

And you thought that might be the end of it. Penelope was too distracted to continue questioning the three of you and no one was willing to remind her. You parted ways, drunker than you were expecting, and on Monday, no one mentioned it.

Tuesday, it was like no one had remembered it.

By Friday you thought you’d gotten away scot-free.

An entire weekend free and you planned on staying planted on your sofa until you had to drag your body back into the office on Monday. You closed your eyes, listening to the music playing in the background, full of the Mexican food you’d brought home, book resting open on your chest. You had never known peace quite like it.

Someone knocked on your door.

You grumbled, getting up, assuming it was your neighbour. You glanced through the peep hole, drawing back with surprise. Alex smiled when you pulled the door open.

“If you’re here to tell me there’s a case, I might have to lock you in my closet until Monday and claim I never saw you,” you said.

“That might not work once I tell everyone about the closet,” she replied.

“Please tell me there’s no case.”

“There’s no case.”

“Oh thank god.”

She waited a beat before asking, “can I come in?”

“Oh, right, yeah, of course.”

You held the door open wider, doing your best to ignore the brush of her coat against your arm. Breathing deeply, you managed to catch a snatch of her perfume as she hung up her coat. You turned away before she could catch you looking.

“Do you want a drink?” you asked, “I have wine. Or tea.”

“Tea would be lovely,” she replied, looking around your apartment.

You weren’t sure what she was seeing. The shabby nature of it, perhaps, or the lived in feel of it. It wasn’t like Emily’s, clean and pristine. You were much more given over to mess and disorganisation.

“So not that this isn’t a pleasant surprise, but what are you doing here?” you asked.

“I figured it out.” She turned to look at you.

“Figured what out?” You turned the kettle on.

“Well, you told me it wasn’t Emily, and you weren’t lying. So, I figured I could work it out,” she said, leaning against your counter with arms crossed over her chest.

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

“Who you thought about,” she said, “while you masturbated.”

“You’ve spent the entire week thinking about this?” She nodded, “why?”

“I like solving mysteries,” she replied.

“Alright, so who was it?” you asked.

“When you said it wasn’t Emily I figured the other two are blonde. Maybe they’re more your type. Closer in age to you too. So I watched,” she said.

“Because you’re a profiler,” you said, “but so am I.”

“Which is why I thought you were hiding which one it was really well,” she said, “until I remembered something.”

“Which was?”

“There was someone else in the room too.”

You poured the boiling water into two mugs, watching as it changed colour with the tea. You couldn’t meet her eye now.

“It was me, wasn’t it?” she asked.

You turned, finding her closer than you were expecting. Her hand landed on your arm, just above your elbow, holding you in place before you could jerk back.

“Show your working, Doctor Blake,” you said, voice small.

“You fidget around me, you often smile when I look at you, when you laugh you look towards me if I’m in the room, you seek me out, and your pupils dilate around me,” she said, “I began watching you very closely.”

“I would have noticed,” you said.

“Because you watch me too.” She nodded, “another thing that pointed towards me.”

“And if it was you?” you asked, not sure you could refute her claim convincingly.

“I might have to do something drastic,” she replied, “like kiss you.”

“You would?” You narrowed your eyes at her.

“For a profiler, you’re missing the obvious signs,” she replied.

“Such as?”

“Such as once I start looking at you I can’t stop.” Her voice was whisper quiet, “such as I spent an entire week figuring out which one of us it was so I knew who to be jealous of. Such as I came here tonight when I worked it out instead of ignoring it.”

“I think you’d better kiss me then.”

Her lips were soft against yours, coaxing until she felt you kiss her back. Your hands fell to her hips, pulling her closer to you, wanting to feel every inch of her body against yours. In all your dreams, it had never been like this, never this perfect. Her own fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your chin up to kiss you with a simmering heat that turned your knees to jelly.

She didn’t stop until long after the tea had grown cold.

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this is the list of stories in heaven yall

Alex Blake Masterlist

Overheard

Home

Never Have I Ever

Undercover

Jealous

The Ex

Perfectly Normal

Personal Feelings

Please (NSFW)

Unprofessional

Keeping Our Secret (NSFW)

Glasses

Your Angel

Seducing Her

Playing the Game (NSFW) pt 1, pt 2

Being Seduced (NSFW)

Perfect pt 1, pt 2

The Jacket

Confessions

Deep Breath

Matched (NSFW)

Your Hands

Teased (NSFW)

Hidden Truths

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MARRY THE CHEESECAKE

Undercover (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You don't quite understand how you ended up playing the role of Blake's girlfriend, but your heart is too invested in the fantasy

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: mentions of homophobia, swearing, mentions of alcohol

You were fucked. It was that simple. There was no other way to put it other than you were completely and utterly fucked.

“Seriously Morgan, why do I have to do it?” you demanded, despite knowing the answer.

“The unsub wants age gap lesbians,” he said, “we’ve already been over this.”

“So send JJ. She’s young and hot and amazing in the field,” you said, wheedling him, “come on, please.”

“Oh no, we’re not doing this. If you can’t handle the heat you shouldn’t be our best undercover agent,” he said.

“You know I can’t do this,” you replied, following him.

“Can’t? Or don’t want to?” He flashed that infuriating grin that always made you want to strangle him.

“Morgan, you know why I can’t,” you said.

“An extra layer of realism isn’t going to hurt,” he replied.

“Morgan-“

“Oh look, there’s your hot date right now.”

You snapped your mouth shut, turning on your heels to smile at Alex as if nothing was wrong. She raised an eyebrow at you, pressing her lips into a straight line.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Fine and dandy,” you replied, letting your arms swing down to your side.

“What was that about?” she asked, eyes flicking over to Morgan who was talking to JJ. They both looked away when they noticed you glancing over.

“Morgan’s just being a pain in my ass like usual,” you said.

“We should head back to the hotel and get ready,” she said.

“Right. Yeah. I’ll meet you there. I need to… buy some date appropriate clothes.”

“I’ll meet you at 7:30.” You ignored the wink she shot in your direction.

Shopping was your idea of one of the circles of hell. Trying things on, figuring out if they looked good, if they fit you, it made you want to tear your hair out. It didn’t help that there was a part of you that wanted to look particularly hot for Alex, just in case there was even a sliver of the possibility that she might suddenly realise how much she wanted you when she saw you.

And if it meant you spent extra time getting ready, well, no one had to know about that.

You pulled the door open when you heard the knock at 7:30 exactly. You tried to smile to keep the butterflies in your stomach from overwhelming you. The smile slipped when the entire team was standing on the other side of the door.

“I don’t think we’re all going to fit at the table, guys,” you said, letting them in to your room.

“Damn girl, where you been hiding those legs?” Morgan asked.

“Behind office appropriate slacks,” you replied, “I save them to impress the girls.”

“Blake is a lucky woman.”

You let yourself look at her for the first time since everyone entered the room. Her blazer was the same from the last few days but her trousers were tighter than you were used to, showing off the long line of her legs. Her blouse was unbuttoned a few more buttons than she wore at work, showing just the hint of lace. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Indeed I am.” Her own eyes lingered on your body.

“Alright, you know how the night is going to proceed?” Hotch asked.

“Yes Dad.” You rolled your eyes.

“Morgan and JJ will be in the restaurant with you and Dave and I will be outside in the van,” he said, ignoring your snark, “use the codeword if you need to be extracted.”

“Of course,” Alex said.

“Now you’d better go if you want to make your reservations,” he said.

Alex held the door open for you and you ducked your head as you passed her. You weren’t properly alone with her until you were in the car, the rest of the team following you into the lobby of the hotel. She flashed you a smile.

“You really do look wonderful,” she said, “the girls you go out with are lucky.”

“Not so many of those these days,” you replied.

“That surprises me.” Her eyebrows drew together.

“I suppose I’ve been too busy to think about it,” you said, “this job is pretty hectic.”

“Mm,” she hummed.

She pulled up to the restaurant, throwing the car into park. You didn’t have time to blink before she was out of the car and opening your door. She extended her hand, threading her fingers through yours as she helped you out. You couldn’t help the smile at the feeling of your hands palm to palm.

“Sorry, could we have somewhere a bit more… private?” Alex asked the maitre d’ when you were shown to your table.

She shot you a look filled with intent. You didn’t even have to try at the flush on your cheeks, catching your lower lip between your teeth as her hand rested on your lower back. She led you towards a secluded booth. You slid in beside her, close enough for your thigh to press against hers.

“Should I order for you, honey?” she asked.

“You always know exactly what I want,” you replied, fluttering your lashes at her.

Her eyes dipped down, lingering on the plunging neckline of your dress. You arched your back, just a little and the smirk she gave you let you know she’d noticed.

“And do you know what I want, sweet girl?” she asked.

You shook your head. Her eyes glanced over the menu for a moment before dragging back to you. Her hand landed on your bare thigh, thumb brushing over your soft skin. You shivered, fighting against the impulse to press your legs together.

“I think you do,” she said, drawing closer to you until she was all you could see.

“Are you ready to order?”

You startled, jerking away from her to look up at the waiter. You looked down at your lap, not bothering to listen as Alex told him what you’d be having. You had to calm your heart. This wasn’t real. She was just playing a part. She didn’t feel the same way. No reason to get worked up over nothing.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” she said, tugging on the end of one of your curls.

You looked up at her. Her eyes had grown molten but the sex that had been rolling off her only moments ago had disappeared, replaced with concern.

“I suppose I’m not used to restaurants as nice as this,” you replied, “too many late night runs for burritos and meals consisting of instant ramen.”

“I remember those days,” she chuckled.

You reached out, lacing your fingers through hers, shifting yourself closer to her again. The smile on her face softened into something fond that had your heart beating faster than when her hand had been on your leg. Her arm was resting along the back of the seat, almost curling around your shoulders, fingertips brushing along your shoulder. You did shiver then, letting yourself press a little closer to her.

“Why do I doubt you were ever really bad enough with your money some days you had to choose which meal was the easiest to steal off someone else?” you asked.

“Are you just using me for a free meal?” You loved that smile on her, like the two of you were sharing a private joke.

“And a free place to sleep tonight,” you said.

“Sounds like I’m going to be getting lucky.” You didn’t know when her face had grown so close to you. You liked the way she was looking at you. You could quickly become addicted to it.

Her eyes darted up to something over your shoulder. The waiter was back, placing your food down, wine poured to compliment it. You felt yourself light up at what was placing in front of you.

“My favourite,” you said, looking at her.

“I know.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your jaw. You pressed a kiss to her cheek, soft and gentle. Her look of delight was enough to make your heart sing.

“Thank you,” you said, “for all of this.”

“I have to spoil my special girl,” she replied, voice surprisingly husky.

“So that I can spoil you later?” you asked, widening your eyes in mock innocence.

“Is that what you’re going to do, sweet girl?” She picked up her fork, shifting her attention off you.

You lent forward, lowering your voice as if sharing a secret. She ignored you until your lips brushed against the shell of her ear.

“Imagine I said something about seeing the lingerie I’m wearing underneath my dress just for you,” you murmured, too quiet for anyone but her to hear.

“Dirty girl,” she mumbled, eyes sweeping over your body again.

You felt a warmth flush move through your body, knowing that comment wasn’t for anyone’s ears but your own. You took a shaky breath and began eating as well.

And for a while it was easy to slip into the ruse of a date. Easy conversation, good wine, laughter. Soft touches, hands on your knee, fingers tangling. Kind smiles, sparkling eyes, shared warmth. It was the exact thing you’d dreamt about with this woman. The kind of romantic night you’d imagined over and over again. Your heart was fluttering the entire time.

The waiter cleared the plates and offered you dessert.

“Please?” you asked, pouting at her.

“Can we have a slice of the cheesecake with two spoons?” she asked the waiter, “and two coffees.”

“Of course.”

“How’d you find out I love cheesecake?” you asked.

“Believe it or not, I do pay attention to you,” she said, drawing closer to you, shifting until your bodies were practically pressed against one another.

You turned your body, shifting until one of your legs draped over hers. Your lip caught between your teeth again. She pushed your hair off your shoulder, her breath ghosting over the skin of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Laugh like I’ve just said something salacious to you,” she murmured, lips practically brushing against your earlobe.

You chuckled, a little self conscious, the flush on your cheeks not pretend. She drew back, just far enough to look in your eyes. Breath mingled together. Her eyes darkened as she looked down at your lips, still caught between teeth.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” she whispered, “is that okay?”

“I’ll have to reprimand you if you don’t,” you breathed.

You were surprised by the heat in her kiss. She stole your breath, her hand coming up to curl around the back of your neck, holding you in place. You moaned when her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, her tongue soothing over it before there was a sting. Her tongue brushed against yours and you were ready to fall to your knees at her alter.

Your own hand slipped under her blazer, seeking out her waist, wondering if you could get closer to her. Her other hand landed on your thigh again, thumb brushing the hemline of your dress, flirting with the possibility of dipping under.

“So sorry.”

You made a small whining noise as she pulled away, looking up at the waiter over your shoulder. She looked back, her thumb running along your bottom lip.

“All that pretty lipstick ruined,” she said, “I’m sorry, darling.”

“Don’t ever be sorry for a kiss like that,” you replied, offering her a small smile.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you two been together?”

You both looked up at the waiter still hovering at the side of the table. His hands were clasped in front of his body and he was smiling down at you.

“Three and a half years,” you replied, “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

You looked back at her. There was such tenderness in her gaze.

“You seem to still be so in love,” he said, “I’m hoping to find that.”

“I’m sure you will,” you replied, feeling the way Alex’s fingers dug in just a little harder in your thigh.

“I’m beginning to think so too. Enjoy your dessert.”

He slipped through the tables, disappearing back into the kitchen. You turned, catching the look Alex was giving you.

“I plan on enjoying something,” you said, winking at her.

She chuckled, scooping up a bite of the cheesecake.

“Open up,” she commanded.

You did what she asked, closing your lips around the spoon placed in your mouth. She slowly pulled it from between your lips, eyes darkening again. You moaned at the taste, enjoying the way there seemed to be a flush growing high on her cheeks.

“Good?” she asked, voice low again.

“Sorry, I’m just going to have to propose to this cheesecake,” you said after swallowing.

“Three and a half years and you leave me for a dessert,” she laughed, “I should have never brought you here.”

She stole a bite of her own of the cheesecake, eyes closing in bliss. You watched as her tongue darted out, catching a stray crumb on her lower lip and the fire within you ignited again. You were still able to feel that tongue brushing against your own.

“Never mind,” she said, “I’m leaving you for the cheesecake.”

“How about we share?” you suggested, “I hear throuples are all the rage these days.”

“Deal.”

You weren’t expecting the chaste kiss but you also weren’t complaining about it. The only disappointment was when she moved back from you. You traded bites of the dessert and slowly drank your coffee, Alex continually glancing over your shoulder at the waiter, keeping eyes on his movement. You kept leaning closer and closer to her until it was time to go. She signalled to your waiter, bringing him over.

“Could we have the cheque please?” she requested.

“Of course.”

You giggled into her ear, her fingers slowly trailing up and down your back. When he returned he tapped the front.

“I’ve uh, left you a little something in there.”

Alex opened it and you glanced down, finding a Polaroid of something you definitely hadn’t wanted to see. Scrawled on the bottom was a phone number. He was hovering, just a few steps away, as if hoping to gauge your reactions.

“Well, that is certainly him,” you said.

“Yes, definitely the one we’re looking for,” she murmured.

From there it was easy enough to finish up. She placed the money on the table as Morgan arrived to arrest the man. She slipped the photo over to JJ who wrinkled her nose when she looked it over. The four of you escorted him out under the watchful gazes of the restaurant guests, ignoring his protests.

His confession came quick once he was seated in a police cell, talking to Morgan. Standing on the other side of the glass, arms wrapped around yourself, you felt disgusted at the words he was saying. Just another man feeling entitled to a woman’s body, angry at queer women for removing men from the equation completely. You didn’t even see Alex until later, once you were already back at the hotel, Hotch having made the call it was too late to fly back home by that point.

Showered and in your pyjamas, you were sitting on your bed, the TV playing quietly in the background as you stared out over the city. You had to keep trying to calm your heart and remind it that Alex had been playing a part, undercover, that none of it was real and it didn’t matter how much you’d enjoyed being hers for the evening.

A knock sounded quietly on your door. You got up, tugging on your shorts, trying to make them a bit longer for company. You peeked through the peep hole, not sure what you were expecting. The answer still left you confused.

“Hi.”

“Can we talk?” Alex asked.

You help the door open wider for her, letting her in to your room. She walked in, her back to you as she stood in the middle of the room. She turned with the quiet click of the door closing, her arms crossed over her chest.

“It’s pretty late,” you said when it became clear she wasn’t going to say anything.

“We can do this later if you want to sleep,” she said, stepping forward as if about to leave again.

“What did you want to talk about?” you asked, stopping her with both hand on her shoulders.

“It’s…” she trailed off and you watched her eyes trail down your body again, throat bobbing as she swallowed.

“For a master linguist, you seem to be having some problems with your words, Doctor Blake,” you said, giving her a half smile so she knew you were teasing.

“Don’t.” Her eyes squeezed shut, “don’t call me that.”

“Why?”

“Because I like it too much,” she whispered, “when you say it.”

“Alex, look at me.”

She opened her eyes, looking unsure of herself. You tried to give her a reassuring smile.

“Why’d you come see me?” you asked.

“To…” she trailed off, “oh fuck it.”

She tugged you to her, one hand splaying on your lower back, the other tangling in your hair until your head was tilted up to her. Your breath caught as her lips pressed against yours, insistent and needy. Your own hands slid around your shoulders until your arms were wrapped around her and you could press yourself against her without restraint. She hummed into your mouth, keeping you pressed against her as her tongue swept in, making you lose all thoughts from your head beyond the feeling and taste of her.

She pushed you back until you were stumbling towards the large bed. You fell backwards, squealing into her mouth, pulling her with you. Her answering chuckle had a heat spreading through you. You kissed her again, turning that chuckle into a soft sigh.

She shifted until her knees were either side of your hips. You gripped them, tight enough to leave bruises as she kissed you so thoroughly there was nothing but her. Her hair fell around your faces, like a curtain blocking out the rest of the world.

Her lips trailed down your neck and you arched up, seeking her out. You gasped her name when you felt the scrape of her teeth, the flick of her tongue. She sucked on your pulse point, hands beginning to skim down your body.

“Wait,” you gasped, “wait, wait, wait.”

She drew back, sitting back, her weight comfortable on your pelvis. Her eyes were bright and her lips were kiss swollen but there was worry marring her features. You reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering on her skin.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“What’s… what’s going on here?” you asked, trying to catch your breath.

“I should have asked first,” she said.

“Asked what?” You blinked, not sure what was going through her brain.

“To kiss you.”

“Alex.” Your voice turned gentle as you sat up, shifting her to sit beside you, “tell me what’s going on in there.”

She bowed her head. You ducked your head to look her in the eyes, placing your hands over hers to stop the way her fingers were tapping against one another.

“I really enjoyed pretending to be your girlfriend,” she replied, “more than I should have.”

“You did?”

She looked over at you, bottom lip caught between teeth. She gave a slow nod. You couldn’t stop the grin spreading over your face.

“Thank god I wasn’t the only one,” you said, a small laugh at the end of your sentence.

“What?”

“Alex, you must be the only one on the team who doesn’t know about the massive crush I have on you,” you said, still laughing, “Morgan called it within the first five minutes of my meeting you.”

“The first five minutes?”

“And tonight you were just driving me crazy in all the best ways,” you said, “the way you were touching me? I was ready to ignore the rest of the team and just demand you bring me back here.”

“I can’t imagine anyone not giving in to the impulse to touch you in that dress,” she said.

“Oh, you liked it did you?” you asked, swinging your leg over her body to straddle her lap.

“Honey, I loved it,” she said, fingers beginning to trail over the bare skin of your thighs.

“What did you love so much about it?” you asked, brushing her hair back. She inhaled sharply when your lips pressed to the soft spot on the underside of her jaw.

“Well, I thought the colour was very pretty on you,” she said, head tilting back to give you better access.

“And?” you asked.

“And I especially enjoyed how.” She made a small noise in the back of her throat when your teeth scraped along her skin, “how low cut it was.”

“Mmm I hoped you’d like that,” you murmured, “anything else?”

“I like being able to get my hands on these legs.” Her fingers dug in, that damned thumb running over your skin again, “I like these shorts too.”

You kissed her again, swallowing her moans as your fingers tangled in her hair, gently tugging. The feeling of her hands on your bare skin was making you squirm, her thumb brushing higher and higher, finding the soft skin of your inner thigh. You whined.

“How about I take you on a real date?” she murmured against your lips, “just us, no team listening in, no unsub to find.”

Your kiss was answer enough.

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The Ex (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Alex helps you out when you run into your ex

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, being talked down to

“Oh no.”

Usually you loved the team nights out but right now you were ready to strangle Penelope for suggesting this bar. You figured enough time had passed, that she wouldn’t be there. She had always complained about it when you brought her to this bar. Said it was a shithole.

“What is it?”

You removed your head from your hands, finding the worried eyes of Alex looking down at you. Glancing up, she wasn’t the only one. Penelope and JJ were both watching you and Rossi was doing his best not to look as if he was interested.

“My ex, she’s here,” you said, figuring there was no point lying about it.

“Where?” Penelope’s head was whipping around, trying to find the woman, “is it the one who left you for her best friend? Or the one who cheated on you with the guy from the pizza shop? Or the one who stole your cat?”

“What?” Alex was laughing. Just the sound of it had your pulse racing.

“All before your time,” you waved off, “and no, it’s the one who told me i was ‘incapable of forming any meaningful relationship’ because, and I quote, ‘I don’t understand women’ after I caught her sexting her neighbour.”

“Bitch,” Penelope growled.

“You sure know how to choose them,” JJ said, raising her beer.

“Alright, I’ve made some bad choices in girlfriends. I’ve never pretended to not be weak to a pretty face,” you said.

“Amen to that,” Rossi muttered.

“What are we going to do?” Penelope asked.

“Is it horribly petty of me if I want to rub it in her face that she was wrong about me?” you asked.

“Yes. I love it. Keep going,” she said.

“Except I don’t have a woman to prove her wrong with, because, and I hate to admit it, I’m more single than the sock I found in my dryer this morning,” you said.

“And you happen to be out with three beautiful ladies,” Rossi said, giving up the act he wasn’t listening in.

“Two of whom she’s met before and one she happens to know is very married,” you said.

“She’s never met me before,” Alex said.

“Okay, no one is going to believe this mess of a person.” You gestured to yourself, “managed to pull that.” You gestured to her.

“Thank you?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

“My point is, she’s not going to believe it,” you said, “you guys aren’t the only ones with an extensive list of my bad decisions.”

“How long is it since you dated her?” she asked.

“Eighteen months,” you replied.

“Plenty of time to have managed to make a good decision.” She grabbed your hand, “come on. Let me buy you a drink. Time to be a bit petty.”

“Really?”

She flashed you a smile that had your heart fluttering.

“Really.”

Her hand was warm and steady in yours as she led you up to the bar. She lent over, her hair swinging forward as she talked to the bartender, before turning back around to you. She lent back, both elbows resting on the bar, her eyes travelling over your body. You stepped forward, into her space, terrible ideas flitting through your brain.

“You really don’t have to do this for me,” you said, “I can just ignore her.”

“What if she won’t ignore you?” she asked.

She reached out, taking your hand again. She tugged you even closer, until your body was close enough to brush hers. Her other hand settled on your hip, her warmth seeping through the denim of your jeans. You’d have to be an idiot not to feel a little under her spell when her hands were on you like that.

“Someone has clocked us here together,” she said, barely loud enough to hear over the music.

You reached up to play with the ends of her hair. She lowered her head, hand sliding from your hip to the small of your back, as if holding you close. She lent forward, murmuring in your ear.

“You’re far more beautiful than her,” she said.

You giggled, feeling your cheeks heat up. You weren’t used to compliments like that. Especially not from the woman you’d begun to hold a bit of a candle for. You bit down on your lower lip, and it must have been a trick of the light, but it looked as if her eyes darted down to it.

She turned when two drinks were placed down beside her. Her fingers brushed against yours as she passed yours to you. The same cocktail you’d been drinking earlier, sugary enough to not taste the alcohol. Her own glass of wine left her lips stained a dark red.

“I hope you’re not going to ask me to dance,” she said.

“Because you don’t want us to know how good you are before the BAU’s annual dance battle?” you laughed.

“Because I happen to have two left feet,” she replied.

You tangled your fingers through hers again, lips pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.

“Good thing there are other things I’d rather be doing with you then.”

“Oh my god, I didn’t know you still came to this old place.”

You turned, finding your ex standing just over your shoulder. Alex’s hand slipped from your, sliding around your waist as she pulled you into her body. You went willingly, enjoying the steady warmth of her.

“Who’s this, sweetheart?” she asked, leaning into you until you could feel her breath on your skin.

“Just someone I used to know,” you replied. When you turned your head, your nose brushed against hers. You paused for a moment, allowing yourself to drink her in. She was the exact kind of woman who would ruin you if you let her.

“So you really do bring all your dates here, huh?” your ex said, interrupting you before you could do something stupid like kiss Alex.

“The drinks are good and there plenty of dark corners to sit in,” you replied, “and I knew Alex would like the band.”

You shot her another look, smiling up at her. She tucked some of your hair behind your ear, lingering for a moment.

“Doctor Alex Blake.” She held her hand out to your ex, “and you are?”

“Clara Jenson.” She shook Alex’s proffered hand, “I see my ex continues the tradition of punching above her weight.”

“I’m not sure I understand your meaning,” Alex said, tilting her head.

Her arm tightened around your waist, thumb brushing against the skin exposed between the top of your jeans and the bottom of your shirt. It was making it hard to concentrate on the conversation, all your focus on the feeling of her touch.

“A gorgeous doctor? You’re definitely out of her league,” your ex said, “let me give you my number if you ever get tired of her.”

You could feel the moment she stiffened, your bodies still pressed together. Something dropped in your stomach. You remembered that feeling all too well. Your ex had never failed to make you feel that way, like you were inferior, as if you should be grateful she gave you the time of day.

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” she said, her voice colder than your freezer.

Your ex’s eyes flitted over you before meeting Alex’s eyes again.

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t you like an upgrade?” she asked as if you weren’t standing right there.

“There is no upgrade for her,” Alex replied, “I’d suggest you look elsewhere for whatever it is you’re looking for.”

She guided you away, hand easily transferring to the small of your back. You let her, bowing your head, not needing her to see the response you had to the short conversation. She settled you into a booth, sliding in beside you, arm settling on the back of the chair behind your shoulders. She was turned towards you, creating an intimate atmosphere, blocking out the rest of the bar. Glancing over her shoulder you could see your ex still watching you.

“How long were you two together?” she asked.

“Almost a year.” You wrinkled your nose, “there were red flags before the neighbour thing.”

“You deserve so much better than that,” she replied.

“You know anyone fitting that description who wants to take this on?” you asked, offering her a self deprecating smile, “it’s hard to find someone willing to put up with our schedule.”

“I know someone,” she replied.

“Can you give me her number?” you laughed.

“You already have it,” she replied.

You turned your attention to her fully, eyes scanning her face. She lent forward, just enough for your breath to catch in your chest. Her hand shifted onto your shoulder and your teeth sunk into your lower lip. This time you couldn’t help but see the way her eyes swept down to it, darkening.

“Do I have to buy you dinner, or can I skip that and kiss you now?” she asked.

“Now, I think now is good,” you said, knowing you sounded too eager to come off as cool.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement but her hand come up to cup your cheek. The first brush of lips was soft, almost testing the waters. Then you gasped and she pressed forward, tongue sweeping into your mouth, kissing you like she was thirsty and you were the only water in the desert. You could so easily get lost in her. You wanted to get lost in her.

“I can’t imagine having someone who kisses like that and letting them go,” she said when she eventually drew back,

“What?” Your head was a fog of her.

“Is your ex jealous?” she asked.

“Who cares.”

You pulled her in for another kiss, determined to never kiss anyone else ever again.

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Perfectly Normal (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You're not going to be weird with Alex. Nope. Nothing but perfectly normal with your friend who you definitely don't have a crush on. No one would ever suggest you do. Not even Penelope. Except, maybe she would.

Words: 3k

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Perched on the edge of Alex’s desk, her leg bumped against yours as she turned in your direction. Looking down at her, you were reminded exactly why it was you were constantly drawn into her circle. Such beauty shouldn’t be allowed in the office, not if anyone wanted you to get anything done.

“There is no way he actually said that,” she said.

“Oh he did,” you replied, “I think Emily greatly enjoyed showing him exactly how wrong he was.”

“I have got to meet this woman,” she said, leaning back in her chair. You ignored the spike of jealousy at her tone.

“I think you’d get on with her,” you said, “you’re both very… forthright?”

“Forthright?” she asked, the corners of her lips turning up.

“Yeah,” you said, thinking about it, “forthright. It’s one of the things I love about both of you.”

“You do?” There was a twinkle in her eye.

“Oi, you two.”

You jerked back, not realising the two of you had been leaning in towards one another. You looked up, finding Morgan and Penelope looking over at you. You ignored the heat in your cheeks.

“We’re going to O’Keefe’s,” Morgan called over, “you in?”

“God yes,” you groaned, easing off the desk.

You did not need to be asked twice. Rounding the desk, you picked up your bag from your desk, across from Alex’s, in perfect gazing position. You did your best not to indulge in that too often, but you knew the other’s had caught you a couple of times. Thankfully, Alex hadn’t yet and you were doing your best to make sure she never did.

She was waiting beside her desk, bag slung over her shoulder, falling into step beside you as you joined the other two waiting by the elevators. Her fingers brushed against the back of your hand and you had to do your best not to react. You weren’t going to be weird about it.

“Can one of you give me a ride?” you asked when you stepped into the enclosed space, “I took the train this morning.”

“Sure,” Alex said, and you offered her a grateful smile, once again refusing to be weird about the entire thing.

You settled in beside her in her car, checking your phone. Alex turned, hand resting on the back of your head rest. You froze, reminding yourself that you weren’t going to be weird. You were going to be totally normal. Just a normal person sitting in a car with a friend who you definitely hadn’t considered what her skin tasted like.

“You’re awfully quiet,” she said, pulling out onto the street.

“Just tossing up what to get at O’Keefe’s,” you replied.

“What are the options?” she asked.

“Tequila if I want to really let loose, or a beer if I want to be walking tomorrow,” you said.

“That stressed, huh?” That infernal half smile was back on her face and you could practically feel the heart eyes on your face. You looked out the window.

“It’s been a while since I let off any steam,” you said.

She patted your knee and once again you did your best not to be weird about it. Still, the feeling of her touch lingered far longer than it should have.

“Since Emily?” she asked.

“Probably,” you agreed, “a night out with Emily Prentiss was… an experience.”

“You and her, you were close,” she said and you wondered if there was a question in there.

“We were.” You nodded, “still are as much as we can be from across an ocean.”

She didn’t say anything more, just staring out the windscreen, fingers tapping a rhythm onto the steering wheel. You relaxed back into your seat, fighting against the urge to watch her. You’d always enjoyed watching a woman drive. One of those things that shouldn’t be hot but was.

She pulled up outside the bar, putting the car in park. The walk inside was still quiet and you were suddenly struck with the worry that something you’d said had offended her. You hadn’t meant to. Picking at the hangnail on your thumb you wound your way through the throng of people to the bar to place your order. You could hear Penelope at the table already, probably a drink down already. Alex had taken the long way, for reasons you couldn’t comprehend.

“Beer huh?” she asked from beside you.

You startled, not realising she’d followed you to get a drink. You looked down at the bottle in your hand and back to her.

“I shouldn’t get legless tonight,” you replied with a shrug.

What you didn’t add was that you couldn’t trust yourself to be that drunk around her. You might do something that would deeply embarrass you. You might be weird. You might give the game away completely and have to never show your face at the BAU again.

“But you would if Emily was here?” she asked, nudging your shoulder.

You made a non-committal noise, still not wanting to admit the real reason you were keeping most of your wits about you. Emily wouldn’t have stood for this. She would have pushed you to take the plunge weeks ago. She’d never abided by your stewing. It shouldn’t have surprised you that your best friend had made you fearless.

“You guys took forever,” Penelope said, when you finally managed to make it to the table.

“Yeah, we all left at the same time,” Morgan said, “what kept you?”

You ducked your head to avoid seeing the way his eyes had narrowed in suspicion, darting between the two of you. Alex slid in to her seat, grasping your wrist to tug you down beside her, the only other free spot at the table. Once again, you were going to be normal about the way her thigh was pressed against yours and her fingers lingering on the skin of your wrist. Nothing to be weird about. Two friends being completely normal. That was all.

“I got lost on the way,” Alex replied. She hadn’t. You knew she hadn’t.

“Lost? We’re only two blocks from Quantico,” Spencer said.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” she said, taking a sip from her own bear. Lips wrapped around the opening, you had to look away lest you do something decidedly weird. Like moan out loud at the image.

“There’s such thing as gps,” Penelope said.

“A handy tool if you remember to use it,” she said.

“And you didn’t offer to help her?” Morgan asked, turning to you.

“If they’re going to learn you have to let them try on their own,” you said, making Rossi snort.

You took a drink of your own before you were forced to answer any more questions about a lie you hadn’t known you were going to get caught up in. There was no reason for Alex to have lied, especially with you sitting right there knowing the truth. But then, you supposed, you were going along with it as she must have known you would. Oh the things you’d do for a that woman.

You let the conversation ease over you, sweeping past your late arrival. You were so focused on the warmth of her leg, seeping into yours, every shift of her body echoing through yours. With your thumbnail, you picked at the label on your beer, trying to remove your nervous energy. You were being normal.

Eventually, once your bottle had nothing but dregs at the bottom, you stood, shoving the bottle towards the other empty glasses and bottles on the table.

“Refill?” Alex asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, looking down at her. In the low light of the bar it would be so easy to lose yourself in her. But you refused to be weird about it, how beautiful she was.

“Get me one too?” she asked, teeth flashing in a smile.

“Sure thing.”

It some ways it was a relief to be pushing your way through the crowd to the bar. The place was loud on a Friday night, popular not just with your team. But even amongst the crush of bodies you could breath easier without Alex’s touch on you. Your thoughts weren’t a mess of her with some space between the two of you.

You took the two beers with you, ignoring the interested stare of the man down the bar. You didn’t realise the conversation you’d walked back into when you passed over the beer, too focused on the brush of her fingers against yours.

“No, seriously, what’s going on here?” Morgan was pointing between your still standing body and Alex’s seated one.

“What?” you asked, finally tuning in.

“We can all see it,” Penelope said, “there’s something going on between you guys. Sparks. Chemistry. We’re all like eighth wheeling you two.”

You scoffed, “sure, because we decided to go out and you all joined us.”

“I don’t just mean now,” Penelope continued, “it’s like always.”

“You two do seek each other out and show a clear preference for one another’s company. You have in jokes that the rest of us aren’t in on. You talk about each other a lot and it’s always positive. You smile around each other all the time, more than you do with any other member of the team.” Spencer wasn’t looking at either of you as he said it, laying it all out on the table.

“And that’s what, my dear?” Rossi asked.

“Chemistry,” Penelope crowed.

“I’m not sure how this is anyone else’s business,” Alex said.

“Aren’t your friends allowed to be curious about your personal lives?” Morgan asked, that cocky half smile making an appearance.

“There’s nothing…” You squeezed the bridge of your nose, “there’s nothing going on.”

“You sure?” he asked.

“The evidence says otherwise,” Spencer said.

“Fine, let me prove it.”

You grasped Alex’s hand, tugging her up until she was standing with you. Her eyes widened as you pulled her in and for a moment it felt as if she was trying to remove herself from your grip. Then she relaxed.

You hesitated a moment, knowing this would be the end of you no matter the outcome. Just knowing what her lips felt like against your own would be burned into your memory for the rest of your life. You’d be yearning for the feeling until your dying days, you were sure of it.

Pressing your lips to hers, you intended it to be short, fleeting, nothing more than a quick peck. Just to show the rest of the team there were no feelings there. Just platonic love between friends. Nothing to suggest there was chemistry or sparks between you. You did your best to ignore the feeling of her lips, putting yourself somewhere else than the moment. You knew to her it would be nothing.

You drew back, ready to shove it into Penelope and Morgan’s face that there was nothing, that you hadn’t been lying. But then you saw her, slowly blinking her eyes open, breath ghosting over your face, fingers tightening around your own. As you began to turn your head, not able to keep looking at her without true heartbreak ruining your life, her other hand came up, cupping your cheek, turning you back to her.

You weren’t expecting her lips to crash back into yours. You gasped, her tongue sweeping in, fingers burying themselves in your hair. Your other hand grasped her hip, pulling her closer, until her body was brushing against yours. Her teeth sunk into your lower lip, heat curling in your stomach, a moan muffled in her mouth. Her fingers tilted your head up giving her easier access as your hand slid around her body, pressing into her lower back until she was held tight against you.

You began to melt against her, a warmth flowing through you. You grasped her harder, wanting her closer, wanting to feel all of her. Her skin, burning against yours, fingers trailing, listening to her gasp, moaning your name, you wanted it all. You wanted all of her. She groaned as your hands began to wander south.

“Uh, guys,” finally broke through.

She made a sound of displeasure as you drew away, needing to catch your breath, shame and embarrassment filling your chest. Her fingers were still tangled in your hair and she wasn’t letting you step back, holding you close, kiss stung lips curled up in an almost disbelieving smile.

“I knew it,” you could hear Penelope saying in the background, “I knew it. I said it, didn’t I? I said there was chemistry and sparks and love in the air. I’m always right.”

“Come on,” she whispered, tugging on your hand, fingers still tangled together.

On stumbling feet, you followed her through the crowd, ignoring the whoops and cheers from your team. All you could focus on was her, and the butterflies in your stomach and the feeling of her hand in yours. Your lips still tingled from the kiss, so deep and hungry it had stolen your breath and any hope of sanity.

She helped you into the passenger seat of her car, hands lingering on your body before rounding to the other side to climb in. You shifted, watching her, no longer worried about her catching you. She reached out, resting her hand on your leg as she drove.

“Where are we going?” you eventually asked.

She glanced over, a streetlight shining in, lighting her up with a glow like an angel. Your breath caught, and you realised the answer didn’t matter. You’d go with her anywhere, no matter where it was.

“My home,” she said, “seems like we need to talk.”

“Talk?” You didn’t want to talk. Your mouth could be much better occupied than with talking.

“To start with,” she laughed, hand tightening on your thigh.

“And then?” you asked.

“I’m sure we can figure something out.” You could grow used to the way her eyes swept over you, darkening the longer she let herself look.

You let your own fingers trace patterns over the back of her hand, unable to resist the call of her skin. You dipped under the cuff of her blazer, soft skin on the inside of her arm like velvet against your fingertip. Her sharp inhalation of breath had you looking over at her. Her other hand had tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white, and it looked as if she was forcing herself to continue staring at the road, rather than you.

Pulling up outside Alex’s house, you felt the butterflies erupt again. Gone was the hope for being nothing but normal friends. That first kiss had sealed that deal. Normal friends don’t kiss each other to prove there weren’t feelings there. You’d played your hand before you’d known if it was a winning one. But you’d gotten lucky.

She held the door open for you, letting you enter her house first. Her hand splayed over your lower back guided you into the living room, flicking on a lamp to offer a soft glow to the room. You sat on the sofa, waiting for her to join you, fingers twisting together.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked.

You shook your head, reaching up to grasp her hand again. With a small tug she settled beside you, not close enough for you liking, but still within reaching distance. You shuffled a little closer, your knee brushing against her thigh.

“So,” you said, “talking.”

“I need to know how much that kiss was raw attraction and how much of it had emotion behind it,” she said, not bothering with preamble.

“Is lust not an emotion?” you asked, flashing her a smile, hoping you could cover up your nerves with humour.

“So you have no feelings for me?” she asked, not letting you get away with it.

“I…” You sighed, running your hand through your hair, knowing there was nothing to hide behind anymore, “honestly, I’ve been falling for you since the moment you joined the team.”

“You have?” You finally looked over at her again. There was a small smile playing around the corner of her mouth.

“Of course.”

“Then why were you trying to prove there wasn’t anything between us?” she asked.

“Because I thought there wasn’t on your end and I didn’t want to make it weird,” you replied, fingers beginning to twist together in your lap again.

“Didn’t you listen to Spencer’s evidence?” She lay her hands over yours, stilling them, “he’s too observant for his own good.”

“Okay, well, why’d you lie to the team about why it took us so long to get there?” you asked.

“I didn’t want them realising I was trying to spend more time alone with you,” she said, not self conscious in the slightest.

“But then I didn’t know either,” you said.

“Yes, that was a flaw in the plan.”

“So does that mean…?” You were scared to ask the question.

“That I’ve been falling for you too?” she asked, a soft smile lighting up her features, “yes, it does.”

“And that kiss was…?”

“The effect of never wanting to stop kissing you,” she said, “but I do have to ask…”

“Yes?” You were willing to answer anything for her if it meant you could kiss her again, now, without an audience.

“You and Emily were never…?”

You laughed, “no. God no. Ew. No. She’s my best friend but nothing like that. Why? Would you want to…? With her?”

“I’ve never met her, sweetheart.” You flushed at the pet name, “and there’s no one else for me but you.”

“You’re sure?” You inched closer, “because as her best friend I have to tell you she’d pretty amazing.”

“Yes, but you’re you, and that’s the most amazing there is.”

She wasn’t expecting you to launch yourself at her, kissing her with an abandon she’d yet to see. Settled in her lap, her own arms wrapped around your waist, holding you closer, her chuckle muffled against your lips. You kissed her again and again and again, taking all she was willing to give.

Not being weird at all. Just being a normal fool in love.

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"lucky bitch" LOL

professor blake (alex blake/academic!reader)

a/n: I originally wrote this little one shot as a request for @prentiss-theorem. I usually don’t feel very comfortable with sharing what I write, but I have been badgered (lovingly), so here we go. I am not a native English speaker, all mistakes are mine.

pairing: alex blake x reader

genre: silly fluff

warnings: swearing

word count: 767 (one-shot)

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It was fun, sneaking around with Alex. Not that you were really sneaking around - neither of you needed or wanted to keep your relationship a secret. All the important people in your life knew. But neither of you quite felt the need to tell your colleagues and students at Georgetown when you started seeing each other and eventually, it just slipped your minds. And then, it became sort of a game, seeing just what you could get away with and laughing at how confused people could get trying to put two and two together over shared dinners and glasses of wine. 

You couldn’t be happier. When you took the position of Latin professor at Georgetown, you didn’t quite expect the impact the position would have on your life. On your first day, you managed to bump into a fellow professor and spill your coffee on both of you, which, in turn, made you burst into tears. It might not have been an entirely appropriate reaction, but the stress and terrible previous work experience made it too much for you to handle. 

Even so, it turned out to be one of the best things to ever happen to you. The woman you managed to get your coffee all over, a linguistics professor Alex Blake, blew your breath right away. She was gorgeous. And smart, funny and ridiculously kind. You found out very quickly, because she insisted that the coffee related mishap was her fault, soothed your tears almost immediately and persuaded you to let her buy you another coffee. You knew, on that first day, right after you parted ways, that it was either this woman or no one else.

And you were right. You continued to bump into each other, which in turn evolved into planned meetings when you found out just how much you had in common.

It was easy, falling in love with her. It was easier than breathing. And, by some strange sort of miracle, she fell for you too.

That’s how you ended up cuddling her in your shared bed, in your shared apartment, with a ring on your finger and a cat curled on the bottom of the bed. Sometimes, you felt like crying from how happy you were. It wasn’t all easy. Her FBI job led to late night, dangerous situations and countless arguments. But both of you pushed through, determined to do better for the other one. 

“What is going on in that head, huh?”

Alex snapped you out of your train of thoughts, handing you your coffee mug along with a kiss to your forehead. It was your first day back to work after returning from your honeymoon and while neither of you were quite ready to burst the bubble, there was also fun to be had. 

“Nothing, just thinking how lucky I am to call you my wife.”

That earned you the sweetest possible kiss, carefully pressed to your lips while those clever hands cupped your cheeks. 

“Sweet talker. See you for lunch?”

You simply hummed in response, heading for your lecture with the goofiest smile possible plastered on your face. It was impossible to get rid of. And what made the whole thing even better was what was about to follow. You and Alex made a bet. She insisted it was impossible no one knew about the two of you. You in turn, insisted that the name change was going to come as a shock. The stakes were high, but you knew you had this. Alex overestimated the intelligence of university students. 

It was exactly as you presumed. As soon as you walked down the steps, facing your class, a wave of confusion rose. 

“I thought Professor Blake was meant to be teaching this class.”

You only leaned back and looked at your nails.

“Well, yes. That’s me.”

Trying not to laugh was almost an herculean effort. Their poor little confused faces as they tried to put two and two together filled you with joy. Eventually, they succeeded and you thought you heard what sounded suspiciously like ‘lucky bitch’ coming from one of the girls closer to you. 

“I am indeed lucky, thank you very much. Not sure about the bitch though. Now, because you all managed to score me a weekend getaway with my wife, there will be no pop quiz next week. For the basics…”

As you droned on about the syllabus, your eyes flicked towards the door. It was open and Alex was standing there, leaning against the frame with a hand over her mouth, trying to muffle her laughter.

Life was good.

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I FORGOT THE FUCKING PEN

Unprofessional (Alex Blake x Reader)

Synopsis: You get trapped in a closet with the last person you want to

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: none

You rattled the door handle, not able to accept that the door was locked. Growling, you twisted it harder, nothing happening. You slammed your hand against the wooden surface, cursing at the jolt of pain it sent up your arm.

“It’s no use.”

You don’t know that. You can’t fucking know that,” you hissed.

“I do.”

A hand landed on your shoulder, and you could have screamed. You knew she was right. Clearly the door wasn’t about to open for you, trapped on the other side in the closet. You turned, facing your companion, fingers clenching at your side.

“So what do you suggest we do, Blake?” you asked.

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POOR SPENCER OMG but great fic i loved this

Keeping Our Secret (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You and Alex are keeping a secret from the team

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: 18+, smut, soft dom!Alex, face sitting, praise kink

“So,” Morgan said, sitting himself down in the chair across from you, “how was that date you went on last night?”

You looked up from the case file, pen tapping against your bottom lip. He wasn’t the only one tuning in to your conversation. JJ was turning her body towards you and Spencer had glanced up from his position on the sofa.

“I didn’t realise I’d told you about that,” was you response.

“You didn’t,” he said, “but Garcia overheard you talking on the phone in the bathroom yesterday about finding the perfect outfit. Apparently you really wanted to impress this girl.”

You had to fight to keep your eyes focused on him.

“She’s worth the effort,” you said.

“So it went well then?” JJ asked.

“I… think so,” you said, hesitant, “I’m just hoping she did too.”

“I’m sure she did,” she reassured you.

You nodding, doing your best to not shift your gaze to the one person you really wanted to look at. You weren’t going to do that to yourself.

“So what did you do?” Morgan asked.

“It was just dinner,” you replied.

“What kind of food?” he continued

“Italian,” you said, beginning to feel like you were in an interrogation.

“What was the name of the restaurant?” he asked.

“I don’t remember,” you replied, “are you trying to figure out if I lied about going on a date?”

“Was it La Mia Rosa?” Spencer asked.

“That sounds familiar.” You nodded.

“That’s because Blake has been talking about going there,” he replied.

You finally let your eyes alight on her. She looked up as if feeling the weight of your gaze. You pressed your lips together, doing your best not to smile at her the way you wanted to, the butterflies erupting in your stomach. She was so beautiful. You had to look away before you did something you’d both regret.

“How do you not remember the name of the restaurant you drove to?” Morgan asked.

“She picked me up from my place,” you replied.

“You let a stranger know where you live?” he demanded.

“She’s hardly a stranger,” you scoffed, then realised what you had said.

“Oh?”

“That’s all you’re getting Morgan,” you said, “I’m not telling you who she is.”

“Why not? Got something to hide?” He smirked at you.

“Yes,” you replied, smiling across at him, “like my entire personal life.”

“Well how about this,” JJ said before Morgan could try and come back with a zinger, “did you at least get a goodnight kiss?”

You felt your cheeks heat and you ducked your head. You couldn’t look over at Alex, not for even a moment, but you really wanted to.

“That’s my girl,” Morgan laughed.

You kept your head ducked, pretending to go over the case file again and again until the plane landed. You weren’t going to give in to Morgan any more than you already had. You weren’t going to say any more than you already had. You weren’t going to give them the satisfaction of being able to guess the woman you’d spent the night with.

You shifted in your seat, spending most of the flight going over the night before. The press of lips against your skin, the tongue tasting you, the fingers making you see stars. You could still feel the simmering desire you’d woken up with, her hands mapping your body as you lounged in bed.

When the jet landed it was all hands on deck, your desire pushed to one side. It felt easy enough to slip back into your usual role, comfortable and familiar. And if your eyes lingered a little longer than normal on a certain linguist then that could be put down to being lost in thought.

Except that night, having stopped in at the hotel to shower and sleep, the flare of hope in your stomach was uncontainable. Freshly washed, in sweatpants and a tank top, you were curled in the bed with a book open in your lap. The soft knock on your door was a relief.

You pulled the door open, lips caught between teeth, a pleased flush spreading over your skin. Alex was standing on the other side, blazer abandoned in her room, enough buttons undone on her shirt to make your mouth grow dry. You held the door open further.

“Come in,” you said.

Her fingers brushed along the back of your hand as she entered the room, not quite looking at you. Something in your stomach tightened and the butterflies become something worse. You closed the door.

“Do you want something to drink?” you asked, “or are you here on business?”

Instead of answering you, she turned around, finally looking at you. There was a smirk flirting at the corners of her mouth. Your breath caught, just for a moment, and you reminded of the moment you’d realised exactly how bad you had it for her.

You’d been out on a case, somewhere in Colorado, on a trail through the forest. Stumbling over a root, her hands had automatically come up to catch you, arms wrapping around your waist. You’d looked up in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the tree branches above, and it was like the heavens had opened up. Lit up in the warm light, you’d realised how beautiful Alex was, holding you up, arms around you, holding you close enough to feel the warmth of her skin. She was smiling, as if she knew exactly the reaction she was garnering, and it had made you breathless. It had yet to stop making you breathless.

“Were you really trying to impress me last night?” she broke into your thoughts.

“You see me all day in works clothes. Can you blame me for wanting to make it special?” You shrugged, “you seemed to appreciate it.”

“Oh I did. I appreciated getting to take it off you more.” She took a step towards you, “you’re so incredibly beautiful.”

The last of your lingering anxiety dissipated. You held out a hand to her, sighing when she took it, drawing you closer to her. With soft fingers, she tucked your hair behind your ear, lingering on your skin until you thought you might be going crazy.

“You were such a good girl today,” she murmured, “not letting on to the rest of the team who your date was with. Keeping our secret.”

Her fingertips trailed over your collarbone. You shivered, your breath shaky, wondering if you could start touching her too. You wanted to, more than you could say.

“Am I really worth the effort, sweetheart?” she asked.

“You’re worth even more than that,” you replied, letting your free hand skim her side.

“You’re really asking for a reward, aren’t you?” She sounded so amused.

“I just want you to know how special you are to me,” you said, “but if you choose to reward that then I won’t stop you.”

“Come here, sweet girl.”

She pulled you in for a kiss, soft and sweet. Tongues brushed together, making your knees feel weak already. You slid your arm around her waist, grounding yourself to her. Her fingers buried themselves in your hair, guiding your head up to kiss you deeper. You whimpered, pressing yourself against her, feeling the vibrations in her chest as she groaned.

Pulling her hand from yours, she placed it on your hip, guiding you back. You took a stumbling step then another, letting her control your direction. The back of your knees hit the mattress and you sat, pulling her with you, not ready to stop kissing her. You would never be ready to stop kissing her.

You crawled backwards into the bed, hands on her, forcing her to follow you. She was kissing you like you were something precious, something within you igniting. Simmering flames curled around your body, desperate for more.

Her lips trailed down your neck, tongue flicking over your skin. You made a noise in the back of your throat, arching up into her. She took both your hands, lacing your fingers together, pinning them to the bed. You moaned her name as she sucked on your pulse point, your blood racing. Barely twenty four hours of being hers and you were addicted.

“So pretty moaning my name,” she murmured into your skin.

She sat back, looking down at you. You squirmed, heat flushing your skin, as her eyes trailed over you. You loved being on display for her, but you wanted her to touch you again. Her tongue dragged along her bottom lip as her head tilted to the side, considering you.

“Alex,” you whined.

“Yes, sweetheart?” she asked.

“I want you,” you said, “please.”

“All you had to do was ask, baby.”

She kissed you again, letting your hands go to trail her fingers down your body. Pushing past the hem of your tank top, her touch was like electricity on your stomach. You arched up, practically begging her. It felt like an eternity for her to pull the shirt from your body, flinging it away.

She drew away again, your whine cutting off as she cupped a breast, thumb brushing over a hardening nipple. She was watching you as she touched you, drawing moans from you, that half smile on her face as you sighed her name. Her own hands were on her hips, fingers digging in.

Leaning down, her hair brushed along her skin. Lips wrapped around one nipple, tongue brushing against it. Your fingers buried themselves in her hair, arching into her mouth. Lavishing her attention on you had you glowing. You had to press your legs together, squirming under her, wanting even more. You knew you were being greedy.

Instead, you let your own hands wander down, unbuttoning the last of her shirt, exposing the black bra underneath. Head bent, mouth still on you, it was impossible to see her the way you wanted to. She let you push the shirt from her shoulders, fingertips trailing down the skin of her arm. Running your hands up her back, you revelled in the feeling of her skin under your touch.

Her lips wandered back up your neck before she sat back, shaking her hair from her face. Raking your eyes down her body, you could have moaned just from the sight. She was so beautiful.

“You enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” she asked.

“Uh huh.” You nodded enthusiastically.

“I could spend all night just on these.” Her hands were cupping your breasts, gently squeezing.

“Alex,” you whined, “please.”

“Please what, baby?”

She began to roll one nipple between thumb and forefinger. You arched up into her touch, your nails scraping down her spine. She smirked down at you.

“Need you so bad,” you moaned.

She let you pull her bra from her body, surging up to press kisses to her chest. Her head fell back as your tongue tasted her skin, finding her own nipples, lavishing all your attention on them. Her own hands were still playing with you but you were losing yourself to her, wanting her to feel good, wanting to please her.

“Baby, this is your reward,” she sighed, “not mine.”

You looked up at her from under lowered lashes. There was a pleasant flush on her cheeks and her eyes were dark. Her back arched into your mouth despite her words and her hips shifted. You let your fingers run along the waistline of her slacks, dipping under just slightly.

“Later, sweetheart,” she said, grasping your wrist, pulling your hands away from her skin, “let me take care of you first.”

She guided you back onto the bed, ignoring your pout. She kissed you, taking her time with you, your indignation fading as she stole your breath. Crawling down your body, she pulled your sweatpants from your legs, looking delighted when she discovered you weren’t wearing underwear. Her fingers ghosted over your core, making you whine again.

“Look how pretty you are,” she said, hands pulling your legs apart, “all spread out for me. So desperate. So needy.”

Her tongue running through your folds had you bucking up against her mouth. Her chuckle vibrated through you, making you moan out her name. Her hands curled around your thighs, keeping them open as she settled herself more comfortably between them.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” she said, “I’ve got you.”

You didn’t have time to catch your breath before she dove in. It was as if she knew exactly how to touch you, to taste you, to make you gasp her name. Your fingers buried in her hair, anchoring yourself to her as your hips rolled against her mouth. It was so easy to lose yourself, eyes closing as you let the sensation roll over you.

She tapped the outside of your thighs. You blinked your eyes open, looking down your body at her. Dark eyes stared up right as she gave your bundle of nerves a soft suck. A curse burst from you. She didn’t let you look away.

When you fell apart it was like wave after wave of pleasure rolling over you. Your fingers tightened in her hair, maintaining eye contact as her name fell from your lips like a prayer. But in truth, you felt as if you were the one being worshipped.

She sat back on her heels, wiping at her chin. With shaking hands you reached out for her, landing on her bare waist. She let you pull her towards you, kissing her, loving the way you could taste yourself on her tongue. She moaned into your mouth and you felt as if you might combust. You wanted to touch her so badly.

“I want these off,” you mumbled against her lips, tugging on her trousers.

“You do?” she hummed.

“Mmhm,” you replied.

She crawled off you, standing at the foot of the bed. You rested on your elbows, watching as she slowly unbuttoned them, pulling the zipper down. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. She shot you a smirk before taking her time as she peeled her trousers from her long legs, booted heels kicked off. Left in nothing but her underwear, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, heat curling in your stomach. This was the kind of sight you could stare at forever.

“Anything else, sweetheart?”

You sat up, reaching for her. She went willingly, pushing your hair from your face, tucking it behind your ears. You traced the lace pattern on her skin before hooking your fingers under it, pulling it down, exposing her to the air. She tilted your chin up, kissing you deeply as she kicked her underwear off.

She climbed back on top of you, crawling as you laid back down. Your fingertips tracing patterns onto her skin, so much skin for you to touch. With fingers curling around the back of her thighs you tugged, urging her further up.

“Are you sure, baby?” she asked.

“Please, Alex,” you replied, “please.”

“Okay, anything you want. Just tap my leg if you can’t breath,” she said.

As she lowered herself onto your face you realised what a privilege this was, to have her right in this position with you. You took a moment, staring up her body, her eyes smouldering as they looked down at you.

She tasted like heaven. That was the best description for it. As she sat fully on you, she was all there was, invading every sense. Your fingers dug in to her thigh as you lapped at her. She groaned and her head tipped back. Finding her clit, you watched as her hand came up, fondling her own breast. The sight made you moan and her hips ground down against you.

She rocked against you, growing faster, making your tongue work harder. You wanted her to feel the way she made you feel, like you couldn’t remember your own name from how good you felt. You barely noticed how difficult it was to breath, so focused on her, watching her chase her high on your tongue.

You tried to taste deeper, more, hoping to commit the moment to memory. It hadn’t been like this the night before, much more traditional. But this was something you’d been imagining since almost the moment you’d met her. There was something about her that was made for face sitting. You could feel her legs begin to tremble.

She came with your name tumbling from her lips, praise mixed together with curses as she rode out her high. You gave her what she wanted, liking the sounds she was making.

You had to help her off your face. Her eyes swept over you, lingering on your mouth. You dragged your tongue over your lips, still tasting her. With her own hands she cleaned the mess on your chin, throwing the tissue into the trash.

She settled back against the headboard, holding her arms out to you. It was a relief to curl against her side, head resting on her chest, listening to the thump of her heart. Her fingers carded through your hair, gently massaging your scalp as you relaxed against her.

“You did so wonderfully, sweetheart,” she said, kissing the top of your head, “so perfect for me.”

“Really?” You looked up at her.

“You were amazing.”

She pressed a lingering kiss to your lips. You melted against her, letting her pull the covers over both of you. Your legs tangled together and you sighed.

“You don’t have to worry, sweetheart,” she murmured after turning off the light, “I think your date went well too.”

The next morning, walking with Spencer back from the diner with a round of coffee for the team, you could feel how hard he was thinking. Rolling your eyes, you looked him over. He was squinting into the light.

“Just say it, Reid,” you said.

“Say what?” He wasn’t looking you in the eye.

“Whatever it is that’s on your mind,” you replied.

“Your date the other night,” he said, “it was with Blake, wasn’t it?”

“What? No. Why would you say that?” You tried not to give the game away.

“I have the room next to yours,” he informed you.

“Oh.” Your cheeks flamed, “I’m sorry.”

“I also figured it out when you said which restaurant you went to,” he said, “Blake has been talking about it a lot but then didn’t ask your opinion on the jet. She’d only do that if she’d been there with you.”

“Can you… not tell the others about this yet?” you asked, “I hate to ask but it’s still really new and we don’t really want to be the butt of the joke right now.”

“Of course,” he said, “but maybe you could be not so loud while we’re in the hotel?”

“You’ve got a deal, Doctor Reid,” you said.

Alex laughed when she found out about the conversation, and then promptly made you break your promise.

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