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hey!! could we have some smutty/fluffy spencer reid fic if ur comfortable?? 😀

Oh my gosh...I so hope I do this justice.

Summary: Dulce periculum translates to “danger is sweet”. Takes place nine months after the episode “…And in the End.”

Maxine and Spencer have continued seeing each other, in spite of the interference brought to the surface by Cat Adams. Spencer continues to work closely with the BAU after it nearly dismantled, with signature members scattering to the winds, leaving behind only a few, including himself, to keep working on their caseload. After a long, intense case, Spencer returns home to a little more than a can of worms.

Notes: “Seduce my mind and you can have my body, Find my soul and I’m yours forever.” – Anonymous

Note: I am nowhere near Spencer’s level of intellect but I hope I did him justice. I didn’t want it to be too smutty or too fluffy so I hope the angst didn’t overtake the story. I hope that I lived up to the request - this is my first foray into this world of Criminal Minds in spite of it being one of my FAVE shows. I adore these characters. This was an anonymous request via Tumblr, so go easy on me.

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A modest demeanor arouses

Thoughts of seduction.

-Mason Cooley

9:30 PM

Spencer Reid’s Apartment

Washington DC

Exhaustion had been a familiar friend for longer than Spencer wanted to admit as his keys stabbed at the keyhole, missing four or five times before finally intercepting and setting off the mechanism inside. Instinct had carried him home and pure adrenaline had kept him from losing the battle with gravity as balance was a cruel mistress that had him hanging by a thread. Twenty-six hours, fourteen minutes, thirteen seconds, and the time was still ticking away. That’s how long it had been since he’d slept and J.J. did her best to distract him long enough on the jet back from their case but, it only made her relaxed enough to pass out in mid-story. The white flag sailed as he watched her for a few moments, relieved over the reclamation of their friendship, and indulged in a Rossi-like activity by accepting that glass of single-malt from Alvez as the clouds moved by.

The scent of books, old and new, wafted across his nostrils, ushering him over the threshold until the juniper paint, patterned wallpaper, and walnut wainscoting adjusted in his line of sight. It was home even if it hadn’t always inspired a feeling of comfort or care. Tonight, though, it was different, as the warm air nipped at his wrists and his Adam’s apple as he loosened his loudly patterned tie above the curve of his vest while he kicked out of his shoes. Spencer hadn’t considered himself the drinking type but he was eyeing a bottle of cabernet sauvignon from Sonoma Valley gifted to him by Garcia the week before she left. He’d made a promise that it wouldn’t just sit and collect dust but it had started to do just that as he looked at it nestled between a section of old Shakespearean collections.

Poetically placed, he had figured, as he pulled the bottle from the shelf and smiled at the wine’s vintage of 1981. He chuckled over the choice of a wine from the year he was born and at the intentional way that Garcia knew how to appeal to his attention to detail. Missing her presence didn’t do it justice as he pulled his phone from his pocket, formulating the text to the bubbly woman that never ceased to put a smile on his face even at the darkest of times. She really had become his rock and kept him sane as the world seemed to be falling apart around him.

I made you a promise when you gave this to me. I’m getting ready to pop the cork on this one.

He snapped a picture of the bottle and sent it with the text, a smirk still resting on his lips as he pushed the phone into his pocket and glanced at the closed door behind him. It was quiet and lonely in the room, almost to the point of agony as he went to the stereo equipment in the corner, flipping through the albums until a Jazz compilation stood out. The cover was bright, loud even, and represented everything that Spencer wasn’t as he put the vinyl on and let the needle touch the ridged surface as it spun. The melody filled the room with just enough sound to be a murmur that played against his eardrums while he went to the kitchen in search of a corkscrew.

The phone buzzed in his pocket and Penelope Garcia’s name lit up across the display as he took a peek, conjuring a smile that rivaled a first kiss as he pressed the speaker. “Garcia…You didn’t need to call me while I open the bottle.”

“Nonsense, mon ami,” Garcia’s voice was refreshing and missed as he searched through a kitchen drawer that was uncharacteristically cluttered, rifling through everything. “Where’s that lovely girl Maxine? You should be popping that bottle with her not sitting there alone.”

“I sent a text when I got back to DC but she hasn’t replied yet,” Spencer unearthed a corkscrew with a red handle from the mess and pushed the drawer closed, a confused look on his face as he went to work on the bottle. “I know that she was complicit in the Cat ordeal, but there are times that I feel as though it’s still hovering over our heads like a dark cloud.”

“You’re literally the smartest man I know but you’re also the dumbest, Reid,” Garcia’s remark coaxed a scoff as he popped the cork free, the sound echoing in the nearly sterile kitchen as he let the bottle breathe. “Sometimes, you have to woo a woman even when she says you don’t need to woo her.”

“Speaking of wooing…how are things with Alvez?” Spencer opened the curio and retrieved a squatty wine glass with a gold rim, a faint smile appearing as he carried it and the bottle into the living room. “Every time I inquire he threatens to take my sidearm and shoot me.”

“Shut the front door…I wouldn’t have pegged him for a privacy guy,” Garcia’s laugh in Spencer’s ear was a welcomed distraction as he poured the wine and sank into a leather chair, the squish considerable as he felt it give beneath his backside. “We’re taking it slow. Dinner and movie nights every chance we get, nothing extravagant yet. I’m, shockingly, okay with it with respect to my relationship history.”

“I’m absolutely overjoyed for you, Garcia,” Spencer took his first sip of the deep red liquid and let it wash over his palate for a moment before swallowing, appreciating the blend of flavor that his friend had picked for him. “As expected, the wine is exactly as it should be and more. Thank you.”

“Oh, it’s good? I was worried that it would be too pungent with the vintage but something about it spoke to me and you know me. The louder the message, the quicker the grab,” Garcia couldn’t hide the excitement through the phone as her voice climbed a little higher while his eyes watched the bubble in the burgundy shade swirl. “You’re being honest, right?”

“I’m a notoriously bad liar when it comes to you and I wouldn’t lie about a gift from you, Garcia,” Spencer was enraptured by the texture of the label on the bottle as he twisted it with the tips of his fingers as it sat against the top of the table next to him. “Drinking alone, though? I’m out of my element.”

“You should call her, Spence,” Garcia’s tone softened as she referenced Maxine with a soft implication, tapping at the weaker parts of his psyche as he picked the glass back up and elevated it, before taking a sip. “It couldn’t hurt to have company. Just rip off the band-aid.”

“It couldn’t hurt to have a lot of things but I seem to find new and exciting ways of ripping open a perfectly good suture,” Spencer was thinking of Maeve, haunted by her pale ghost to the point that he could almost see her visage standing at the window with a book open while delivering a pointed look that scolded him for even thinking of her right now. “I don’t know what to do without sounding like a desperate, lonely man.”

“Desperate is kind of a subjective term for your situation, my philosophical friend,” Garcia had him curious and confused, which unsettled his stomach as he leaned against the armrest, elbow digging into the leather while the sigh hovered in his lungs. “No one should be alone unless that is what they actually want—and I don’t get the sense that you want to be alone.”

Garcia had been right about him. Spencer Reid’s naiveté was oozing from his pores, lighting him up in neon as the air finally left his lips in a huff. A man could read every book ranging from the scientific methodology to the psychological qualities of beekeeping but it would not be enough to get by in a real-world situation. This wasn’t beekeeping and while hedonism could be quantified, it could not be taught. This was the one time that paying extra attention to Derek Morgan might’ve done him a little bit of good but he shied away from that kind of bravado back then. He could already picture the smirk on Derek Morgan’s face if he were present; the white flag flying to be shown the ways of natural masculinity that Spencer really never wanted to utilize.

At least, he never wanted to until the flash of Maxine’s deep, mahogany eyes passed through his consciousness with that mysterious, playful smile that enraptured him.

“That would involve her actually answering my calls or texts,” Spencer swallowed a considerable mouthful of the wine and tilted his head back, letting the vertebrae crack back into place with a satisfactory series of pops. “I haven’t heard back from her since yesterday when she called to tell me goodnight before we finished the final day in Chicago.”

“Was your invitation a normal invitation or one of those signature Spencer Reid-style invitations buried in sarcasm and symbolism that only your closest friends might actually understand?” Garcia was tinkering away on her end as she let out a laugh and became an echo with a change to speaker. “You’re on speaker while I wrestle with a cork.”

“It was a standard invite, I think,” Spencer wrinkled his nose and stood up, pacing the floor as the needle bounced against the stopper and the music came to a halt, muting the noise in the room. “Are you joining me in a glass via telephone?”

“No, I’m letting it breathe before Luke gets here,” Garcia’s voice preceded the pop of the cork as Spencer switched the vinyl to an Annie

Lennox album in an effort to depart his typical mood. “We’re watching Hardware, drinking chardonnay, and eating fruit and cheese.”

“You’re watching a horror film about androids?” Spencer had a smirk hiding on his lips as the androgynous, melodic vocals filled the room while he adjusted the curtains. “I wouldn’t have expected that from you.”

“I lost a bet to Luke about the number of texts, emails, and phone calls he could squeeze in while on a case,” Garcia was reluctant with the admission as the comment had Spencer’s interest piqued fully. “He managed to nearly double the number that I said he’d do and he, literally, sent me a text that said, ‘I win, I win, I win’ like a six-year-old.”

“So that’s why he was on the phone so much,” Spencer started to laugh as he recollected each moment that Alvez was on his cell phone while having a full-blown conversation with him, the realization that he was paying attention to Garcia absolutely hilarious as he let the pieces fall into place. “I’m glad you’re happy, Garcia.”

“It’s been a long time coming, hasn’t it?” Garcia’s question blended perfectly with the distinct tapping against the door from the exterior hallway, bringing Spencer’s attention toward it without hesitation.

“It really has,” Spencer got up, leaving the wine behind on the side table as the spirit of inquiry took over and encouraged his feet forward until his hand was at the lock to turn it.

“Was that a knock at the door, Spence?” Garcia asked, the muddled reverberations of glass tapping together moving through the phone as she kept him on speaker.

Spencer didn’t fully absorb the question as he clicked the deadbolt until it unlocked the door, the shift of the door vibrating against his palm as his equilibrium spun. Spencer’s anxiety jumped and his palms began to sweat as the subtle tapping of heels against the floor preceded the sigh that he could hear through the barrier between them. He had his conclusions as to who it was and the excitement was taking a backseat to the paranoia he couldn’t help but feel. Maxine hadn’t talked to him since the day before and her showing up to his apartment unannounced wasn’t one of her typical characteristics. It had him reeling as he opened the door to confirm his guesses as her brown eyes stared up at him beneath waves of dirty blond locks.

“Hey,” Maxine’s voice was in that tenor between mousy and pointed as she tucked her hair behind her ears and rocked in her heels, folding her hands behind her back.

“Hey,” Spencer bit down on his bottom lip until it hurt and felt the fog lift as he could hear Garcia saying his name in his ear. “Garcia, I’ll call you back. Have fun with Alvez and your wine night.”

“Go get her, Tiger,” Garcia had an unmistakable perk in her voice before she hung up the phone, leaving Spencer with the cellular up near his face like a nervous teenage boy.

“Are you going to let me in or is the plan to stare at me until I disappear?” Maxine exhaled slowly, her eyelashes fanning down then up as she slowly blinked.

Spencer made a short, sweeping motion with his hand and moved to let her in, the hesitation written on his face as he furrowed his brow while closing the door. “You didn’t call. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you.”

“Sometimes, I want to keep you guessing,” Maxine had been a subtle, welcomed surprise in his life but the tone in her voice was different as she leaned against the back of his sofa and narrowed her stare as he turned to look at her. “Can’t a girl be a little bit mysterious once in a while?”

“That would intimate that there was a need for something titillating and I didn’t think we’d gotten to the point where things were boring,” Spencer swallowed hard, the mental processes rocking as her smile took shape and the curves of her cheeks softened that stare for a moment. “Have we?”

“I didn’t say that,” Maxine coiled her index around the center button of his vest closure, lingering along the flat, pearl finish as she chewed the center of her lip and looked up at him. “I have moments where I can’t get it out of my head seeing her in your arms and I want to know if you think about it, too.”

Spencer knew she was referencing Cat as he nearly swallowed his tongue and stepped away from her, moving toward the kitchen to retrieve another glass to offer her wine. “I think I need a refill…would you like a glass? It’s from Garcia.”

“Sure,” Maxine had been taking notes, toying with Spencer in some way as she leaned against the armrest of the sofa and crossed her legs, perching there like an elegant bird as she studied his movements. “You’re not answering me which leads me to believe you have been thinking about her.”

“I have a photographic memory, Max,” Spencer was pouring her a glass near his own, the contents of his dwindling bottle evident as it became lighter in his hand. “I’m incapable of not recollecting pieces of my history at any given moment of the day.”

“You know that’s not what I mean, Spence,” Maxine’s tongue lingered on his name as she went to the record player and moved the needle until the downbeat of Annie Lennox’s “Cold” began filling the room. “I have eyes. I can tell myself on a daily basis that it wasn’t loaded but there has been a part of me that just wonders…”

Don’t I exist for you

Don’t I still live for you

(Cold, cold, cold)

“You’re not her,” Spencer extended the glass of wine and watched her big, bright eyes track up his arm until they met a gaze they’d never seen before as a swallow nearly betrayed his cool exterior. “You don’t need to be.”

Maxine took a sip and scrutinized his body language as he battled with nerves and a desire that hadn’t quite manifested all of the way in front of her yet. “I really want to believe you but I feel like I was just the safe choice to keep you from looking inward. I don’t want to be your crutch.”

“You’re not a safe choice and you’re definitely not my crutch, Max,” Spencer’s tongue was loosening as he raised his glass to his lips, watching her from the rim until he tipped it to drink. “You have been so much more even though I’m the worst at elucidating it.”

“I know that she’s dangerous and you seemed to like that about her,” Maxine pressed her lips together, mingling the wine with her lip gloss as she moved them gently back and forth while angling her chin down just a touch. “Saying what you mean really isn’t your forte…you should be trying your hand at showing it for a change.”

The comment was loaded but Maxine wasn’t wrong about her observation as she blurred the line drawn in the sand with her toe, palming the glass as the distance between them seemed like miles. Spencer wanted to be gutsy and the wine was dulling the separation between bravery and stupidity as he held the bottle in the air, tilting it toward her like a peace offering. Maxine met him in the middle, letting him fill the glass until the last drops splashed into the deep, claret liquid. The sound of Annie Lennox over their mutual silence only added to a sense of anticipation between them as Spencer let the bottom of the bottle touch the top of the table with a resonating clink.

Dying is easy

It’s living that scares me to death

I could be so content

Hearing the sound of your breath

“It’s a little pathetic that it took a couple glasses of wine to cross the proverbial bridge, Max,” Spencer nearly melted into the floor over her fingers around his tie as she tugged it loose from the deep green and gray woven blend of his vest. “Gives a whole new meaning to the words failure to launch, doesn’t it?”

“I see no failure in anything going on but you’re definitely going to have to tell Garcia this wine is fabulous,” Maxine grinned from behind her glass, the warmth gathering at the back of her throat with each sip as she looked up at him. “You’re overthinking being here in front of me. Do I make you nervous, Spence?”

“Only since the second I met you,” Spencer wouldn’t have ordinarily admitted it but the combination of the wine playing on his inhibitions and her free hand tugging his tie was more than enough to tip the scales. “You’re one of the few women that I’ve encountered that speaks her mind so freely and it never ceases to amaze me. It isn’t danger that I seek, though…I need you to know that.”

“You’re talking around the subject as though you think I’ll be bruised by what you’ll say to me,” Maxine gave the satin material between her fingers a firm tug, bringing Spencer off balance as she elevated to the tips of her toes to nibble the curve of his lip, tasting the wine that had stayed behind. “Stop being afraid of the possibilities for once in your life.”

The needle began to stutter against the center of the record player as Spencer elevated his glass to his lips, finishing the last drops in a final swallow. Reluctance nagged at him as he pulled his tie free and moved around to the extensive collection of vinyl, thumbing through until he found Annie’s album Medusa sticking out from a section of her others. It was something about the combination of wine, Maxine, and an impromptu confessional that had him desiring the sound of Annie Lennox crooning in the background. It was an odd thing, though, that he couldn’t remember the last time either of these records had been played, let alone the last time he wanted to keep hearing more than classical emanating from his speakers.

“The curse of the romantic is a greed for dreams, an intensity of expectation that, in the end, diminishes the reality,” Spencer had her captivated as he managed to dull and heighten seduction in the same breath as he placed his glass next to the empty bottle of wine.

“Marya Mannes?” Maxine still had a fair amount left of her drink in the glass as she eclipsed the distance and leaned against him, arching up to breathe against his neck. “All really great lovers are articulate, and verbal seduction is the surest road to actual seduction.”

“I had thought about going with that one but I figured you’d see right through me,” Spencer was already identifying the notes of her perfume and body butter as she directed his chin down with her fingers while she extended her arm to put her glass down. “Is this why you didn’t text or call?”

White tea, sage, a hint of citrus. The combination was intoxicating, but not overwhelming. Delicate and sophisticated, but not girly.

“Talking myself into coming over here with a singular goal in mind and arguing with the resistance against it?” Maxine tasted his lips again, letting a kiss develop as she ran her fingers through his hair and steered his hand around her before looking into his hazel eyes. “Agonized all day over the potential for rejection.”

“And now?” Spencer let her tug his jacket off and toss it aside, knocking over a stack of previously read novels on the coffee table in the process. “Feeling particularly brave or brave enough to get by?”

“Actually, I’m contemplating the impracticality of seduction when one wears as many layers as you do,” Maxine laughed as she popped the buttons free on the vest, loosening his tie as the front of his shirt finally peeked out. “How long does it take to undress alone when you wear this much? You better not be wearing an undershirt like the prim and proper man I think you might be.”

Spencer had a bright pink sheen to his cheeks as he fiddled with the delicate material of her cardigan, folding it open across her shoulders over the top of a chemise while his eyes stayed balanced on hers. “I don’t think I get dressed thinking I’m going to have anyone trying to seduce me. I thought this was a good, sensible choice for attire when I was arranging clothes for the week.”

“The week?” Maxine’s lips curved into a grin as she loosened his tie and gave it a tug, freeing it from his collar in a smooth motion while she licked her lips and watched the nervousness form on his face. “You really are hyper-vigilant aren’t you?”

Maxine beamed up at him as her thumbs slid underneath of the top of his vest, guiding it away from his arms until he was casual in nothing more than a linen shirt and his slacks with those dark, houndstooth patterned socks. Spencer was captivated but his analytical eye was paying attention to the little swell of her lip as it moved between her teeth between sharp inhales. Maxine was controlling her breaths and giving him ample opportunity to read her, learning the little things that drove her crazy even as she was trying to explore him and push his limits.

“No, I’m a specific planner so I can fit everything in a suitcase with enough foresight to anticipate the possibility of a longer than normal trip,” Spencer was rationalizing his anal-retentive behavior while Maxine was halfway down the front of his shirt, undoing each button without taking her eyes off of his. “…you’re unusually deft with buttons, has anyone told you that?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that,” Maxine had him in a tailspin to the point that his rear bumped against a bookshelf as she curled her index to draw him forward. “I really am making you anxious. It’s written from the top of your head right down to your toes.”

“I take it back, you are a little dangerous,” Spencer swallowed another knot of nervous energy, the cold air wafting across bare skin as the linen fell away from his chest and abdominal musculature, exposing the expanse of gooseflesh as the light caught the pale gleam of his skin. “I have officially sobered up.”

“I have to find a way to keep it interesting,” Maxine had previously admired the constant politeness from Spencer but she wanted something more from him as she felt havering fingertips against her collarbone. “We’ve tiptoed around each other for long enough and we both have nothing to lose.”

The soft declaration was an invitation and the fire in her eyes simply provided the spark as Spencer took that leap to pull her in, taking the lead. Studying the rhythm of her beating heart on nights they’d spent wrapped in each other’s arms on his couch watching an obscure movie together had given Spencer just enough ammunition of where begin and how to continue. Maxine had also begun to learn patterns of Spencer’s subtle bits of signaling, though, as she felt his hands down her arms, guiding the sleeves away from soft skin. She expected nothing less from him as his agonizingly sweet, tantalizing care with each part of her elevated the pace of her breath and pushed forth urgency as she watched him slip to his knees with each nibble of skin along her stomach.

“You can’t tell me that you didn’t think about your outfit before you put it on, Max,” Spencer was pushing boundaries and hiking up her skirt, tugging at the nylons that were barely masking the natural porcelain skin that captivated him. “The material, the color…the fit…everything is has a purpose and my assumption is you changed clothes before you came here.”

“Ah, fuck,” Maxine held onto the edge of the stereo stand as Spencer bit down on the space above her belly button and pulled her nylons down, pushing his fingertips against her skin to awaken the goosebumps. “I did. I had on jeans before and wanted something less, binding.”

“We’re not so different, then, are we?” Spencer led her out of the sensible Mary Janes and finished the removal of her nylons while the lace-trimmed material of her panties peeked out from the bottom of her shoved up skirt. “You’re breathing really hard, should I stop?”

“No, don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” Maxine breathed through a tight space between her lips as she gritted her teeth and gathered a fist full of his hair, holding him against her skin as his breath crept down, narrowing the fabric of her skirt into a bunched section at her hips. “Keep going.”

Spencer smirked as he tilted his chin up, rubbing the five o’clock shadow of his jaw against her until the moan left her lips and her knees involuntarily parted. “Could do a study on the action versus reaction of my mildly unshaven face versus different parts of your body…using the pitch of your groans as a baseline.”

“Oh, my God,” Maxine tossed her head back, narrowly missing a shelf of books behind her, the smile on her face as she felt the curve of his jaw move to her thighs, eliciting a lower, more drawn-out whimper. “How did you make that sound hot as fuck?”

“Intelligence doesn’t have to inspire a chorus of yawning,” Spencer hadn’t had an opportunity to undress anyone in far too long but the feeling of Maxine’s goosebump covered flesh against his lips encouraged his hands to continue as the skirt was discarded onto the growing heap. “It can make you moan over and over.”

“You are going to get so many complaints from your neighbors,” Maxine bit down on her lip as Spencer nibbled his way up her stomach, dragging fingers along the curve of her body until it met the soft layer of chemise to lift it away. “I want all of you…right now.”

Rational, well-constructed thoughts and actions went out a window as Spencer stood, the material of Maxine’s chemise between his fingers as he felt her warmth radiating against his bare stomach. It had only been minutes and the tables had flipped as Maxine looked up at him with a growing throb between her thighs, an ache becoming a need as she moved her knee forward, rubbing his inner thigh with it. The wait had been worth it even as Spencer let Maxine tug the belt from the loops and pop a button from the thread in an eager attempt to free him from his confines. Spencer had a mind for painstaking enticement but Maxine was less-than-apt to follow along with his pace as her teeth found his collar on a shirt that didn’t belong on his uniquely-well-built frame, tugging him close.

“Jesus…Christ,” Spencer uttered the words as a budding erection pushed against her while his slacks slid to his knees, trapping them together. “You’re going to wind up killing me.”

“I don’t want to kill you, Spence,” Maxine bit her lip and made a gap between the elastic waistband of his shorts and his skin while gazing up at him. “I want you to finish what you’ve started.”

Spencer’s eyes rolled as her index fingers grazed a flood of warmth as the erection continued to build, triggering an involuntary spasm as he squeezed her thigh and writhed the rest of the way out of his pants. Maxine gasped as Spencer’s eyes finally focused on hers and his grip slipped to her ass, giving her a decisive squeeze as the shelf behind her rattled again. Spencer covered a waiting moan with a fervent kiss, his tongue sliding beyond lips and teeth to find hers as one of his hands teased the satin and lace trim between her thighs. She was already soaked as his middle finger pressed the material along the tender flesh until he could feel the building twitch against his palm as she bucked against his hand.

Maxine tossed her head back a second time and felt the cool air for a fleeting moment as Spencer guided the thin, wet material to one side to slip his middle finger inside of her. “Oh, my God, yes, yes, please!”

“You’re so beautiful,” Spencer curled and withdrew his finger, repeating the motion as her moans directed toward the ceiling and echoed in the room. “The most cliché thing I could ever say while my finger is strumming but it’s so true—you are, so fucking beautiful.”

“Sex…is…cliché…and, fuck, don’t you dare stop,” Maxine cooed and helped him along, covering his hand with her own while giving his hard on a not-so-subtle squeeze as she ground against him.

Spencer wanted to shake the perfectly organized and categorized books free from their spot on the shelf as he shyly withdrew his finger and palm from her, the squeeze of her muscles grasping at him in his absence as he took a step back to admire her. Maxine let out a drawn-out whimper as she chewed her lip, watching his erection move against his boxers as he gave a final pull of his sleeves, rejecting the well-fitting linen onto the floor. There was a part of Spencer that didn’t want to rush as he watched her reach behind her back, the springy-click of her bra tapping against the well-constructed shelving behind her while she keened from the friction moving across her breasts. Maxine knew what she wanted and she was daring Spencer to move as he took another step forward, gliding the straps off of her shoulders then down her arms to reveal the ivory and flushed flesh that had been carefully hidden.

Beautiful might not have accurately described her as her chest heaved and responded to his touch as he bent to kiss a trail along the curve of her neck while his digits teased the alabaster and pink of her breasts. Maxine had been waiting, impatiently, for his hands and lips to make their mark as he worked his way down her curves, sloping past eager nipples and a soft stomach as he neared an apex. Spencer’s eyes looked up at her as her tongue slid off to the side of her lips while she watched him move, her fingers weaving through his locks as he liberated her of her underwear in a smooth, downward motion.

“Jesus, fuck, oh my God,” Maxine gripped his hair and the shelf at the same time as his mouth found wetness and his hand guided her leg higher, squeezing her thigh while he hummed against her lips, parting them with the flat of his tongue. “Spencer…I’m so close…”

Spencer slipped a finger into Maxine’s wetness and felt a quiver from her muscles before the nerves tapped against him, clamping down as he moved along her clit, grazing the tender bundle with his fingers before circling with his tongue. She telegraphed the movement, matching the synchronicity as hips betrayed her and bucked against his face, stuttering the sound of a groan as he ignored a throb between his own legs. He wanted this for her and he wanted to hear her as a prelude to more. The moans scattered and became louder as his mouth mimicked the eagerness her body was conveying until he heard his name proclaimed, raggedly from her lips.

“Do you need to stop?” Spencer’s erection would’ve been screaming if given a chance as he stood, licking the taste of her from his lips as she met his gaze. “I know that an orgasm can take a lot of energy out of most women.”

Maxine shook her head slowly and glanced at the bulge as it bumped against her, the smile creeping across her lips as she stood up straight, reaching for him. “I’m not most women.”

Spencer didn’t have time to let that comment absorb fully as the sensation of Maxine’s fingers wrapped around his cock was doing little for his processes, making every nerve over-fire as the cold air nipped at his backside. The electricity in the atmosphere increased as his shorts slid to his ankles, leaving nothing more between them than a breeze and the brewing heat from readied friction. The shelf didn’t stand a chance against their hedonism as Spencer guided Maxine’s legs around his hips, into a position that beckoned so much more than the intertwining of bodies. They collided and the space between them all but evaporated as Spencer thrust slow, burying himself inside of her as she came down to meet him.

Mouths met and the shelf shuddered from the top to the bottom as Spencer manhandled Maxine, rocking her backside against a smooth edge until a stack of books came tumbling down from the top. The mutual moaning blended with a series of laughs as he cradled her ass, moving her away from the unstable mess they’d created before carrying her to the sofa. Maxine maneuvered her way onto him as they tumbled onto the cushions, straddling his thighs as she took charge of the motion, giving him no time to recover before riding him. They had become a touch graceless as Spencer held onto her thighs while she rocked and swiveled her hips, repeating his name in a series of whispers as the whimpers rivaled his.

“I’m so close,” They both found the words as the murmur became a little closer to a wail.

Spencer grasped her wrists and pulled her close, rolling uncoordinatedly onto the floor, knocking the throw pillows in every direction in the process, as he made a valiant attempt to switch positions. A laugh left Maxine’s lips as they met the rug with a thud but was replaced with a drawn-out moan as Spencer thrust deep and flicked his tongue across a nipple. It lit a spark as the thrusts could barely be met and the movements became frenzied with every little move he made while sweat began to glimmer across the surface of their skin. Maxine tilted her head back as the climax hit her in a rush and set off the one waiting in the wings from Spencer; the flood gates opened and the cries reverberated until their rhythm finally slowed.

“I think I bruised my tailbone,” Maxine groaned as they stayed wrapped around each other on the floor, breathing hard as muscles continued to spasm while the room spun.

Spencer snagged the pillows from their discarded roll before groping for the throw blanket on the edge of the couch to cover up with, glancing back at the mess of books that were now all over the floor across the room. “It’s going to take at least an hour to re-organize that shelf.”

@rationalcashew @monikafilefan I know this is not our normal but...ahhhh

Oh, I should tag @nerys2 @blameitonthenight21 @haleydiamondis since they liked the post I made about Spencer :)

#Smut #Spencer Reid #Maxine Brenner #Criminal Minds #fanfiction #fanfic is life #angst #fluff #humor #trying to be smart so I hope I pulled this off #this is intellect and sex

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Cursed || A Felinette Story || Chapter 1

Who would've thought that a seemingly ordinary Thursday afternoon, a letter would arrive in the mail that would change their life?

Marinette sure didn't.

So she was surprised when her parents called her down from her room, claiming that a letter had arrived in the mail for her.

At first, she was confused. It couldn't be from any of her friends; they could just text her. Who would send her a letter?

It must be something super important. Marinette thought to herself. People were only sent letters these days if it was an invitation to some sort of fancy event. Though, she supposed schools sent out letters sometimes as well.

Marinette tried to rack her brain for anything she could have done that would have been worth sending a letter home for, but came up with nothing. Maybe Lila had come up with another lie to get her into trouble again? However, she hadn't been in school for a while, so that didn't make sense.

But one look at her parents' faces destroyed that theory, much to her relief. They were smiling at her.

So now, she was back to confused. Instead of further dwelling on it and jumping to conclusions, like she usually did, Marinette decided to just ask.

"A letter? Who is it from?"

"Do you know that art school that's not too far from here? Lycée D'Arts en Hausse?" Her mother asked.

"Yeah?" Marinette responded, unsure of where this was going.

Her dad handed her the letter with her name printed on it. A similar envelope lay on the counter, opened. She could just make out her parents' names on it from where she was standing.

She opened up hers and began reading.

Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng,

We, Lycée D'Arts en Hausse's talent scouts, have found the exceptional work you have done as a designer. We have seen the world-renowned rock star, Jagged Stone's new album cover, and the Pigeon Feather hat you skillfully created for a recent Gabriel fashion show. We have unanimously agreed that your talent is something we would happily accept at this school.

Attached to this letter is a pamphlet that features some of the many things Lycee D'Arts en Hausse offers to its design students.

If you think that this school is fit for you, you can send an email to [email protected] so we can book you an interview and start the school transferring process.

Sincerely,

Lycée D'Arts en Hausse

Marinette jaw dropped.

"No way," she breathed out, looking wide-eyed at her parents.

"It's your choice if you go or not, of course. I know you'll probably miss your friends, but you can always meet up with them on weekends and after school. You could even arrange to spend your lunch hour with them if you'd really like to," her mother said, offering her a comforting smile.

"This could be an excellent opportunity for you to get a head start in the fashion industry." Her father butted in.

Marinette, still in shock, could only nod at her parents. She was still trying to process what was happening.

She weighed the pros and cons. On the plus side, her dad was right, this would be a great opportunity. She could go to class with other young designers like her and have a professional teacher. She would probably learn things that she wouldn't have been able to teach herself!

But, on the downside, she was moving to a new school. At her new school, she could get away from Chloe and Lila, although they don't really bother her as much as they used to. She didn't know anyone there, and, unlike what would happen if she transferred at the beginning of the year, she would be the only new student. People had already established their friend groups. What if no one wanted to talk to her? Or worse, what if there was someone ever more awful than Chloe and Lila? What would she do then?

"Marinette?"

Marinette blinked back into reality, created by her parents' worried faces.

"Sorry, I'm just... taking it all in, I guess."

Their expressions relaxed. "You can take a few days to think it over if you'd like. This is a big decision." Her mother comforted.

"Thanks, Maman. Thanks, Papa." She kissed both her parents' cheeks. "I love you both so much."

"We love you too, sweetie." Her mother smiled.

»»————- ⚜ ————-««

Marinette went up to her room. She felt that she needed to ask Tikki for her opinion, then she would video call Alya and ask for her advice.

"I'm so happy for you, Marinette!" Tikki beamed.

"Do you think I should go?" Marinette asked her.

"It would be a pretty significant change for you, but not necessarily a bad one! Think of all the new experiences you'll go through!" The kwami of creation cheered.

Marinette sighed. "I don't know. I guess I'm just..."

"Nervous?" Tikki finished for her.

She nodded.

"You have to go through changes in your life, Marinette. It's inevitable. But it makes you a stronger person." Tikki assured her.

"You're right." The young designer smiled at her. "I'm still gonna call Alya and ask for her opinion, though."

Tikki nodded. "Go ahead!"

Marinette unlocked her phone and texted Alya.

ThatOneDesigner: Hey, I need to talk to you about this super important thing.

Alya responded quickly.

ThatOneLadyblogger:???

ThatOneLadyblogger: What is it??????

ThatOneDesigner: Can I call you?

ThatOneDesigner: Sure.

Marinette hit the call button and watched as Alya's face filled the screen after she accepted.

"Hey girl, what's up?" Asked Alya.

"So... I don't know how to say this, but..." Marinette started.

"But what?"

"There's this super awesome arts school that liked my work and offered me a spot there in design!" She blurted out quickly.

Alya gasped. "Oh my gosh, Girl! That's so awesome! I'm super excited for you! Did you respond to them yet? Do you know when you're gonna start? I'm soo jealous! Oh my gosh, tell me everything!"

Marinette smiled at her best friend's reaction. How could she ever have thought she would react otherwise?

She quickly filled Alya in on all the details she knew of.

"-So, I called you to ask for your opinion." Marinette finished.

"Girl, there is no way I am letting you pass up this opportunity! Do you really have a reason not to go?" Alya told her.

Marinette pursed her lips. "Well, I was scared of what you'd think. I didn't want it to seem like I was abandoning you."

Alya let out a fake gasp. "How dare you think so lowly of me!" She yelled dramatically, striking a classic 'woe-is-me' pose. "What kind of best friend would I be if I wasn't extremely over-supportive of you going to this school? Marinette, you should be ashamed! Ashamed, I tell you!"

Both girls simultaneously burst into a fit of giggles, which then erupted into roaring laughter. They didn't stop until they were struggling to breathe, tears forming in the corners of their eyes.

Things always seemed a hundred times funnier when they came out of the mouths of your best friends.

"You know what would totally be awesome?" Alya began after (mostly) recovering from their laugh attack. "You should definitely introduce me, Nino, and Adrien to any new friends you make at your school. That way, we could have one giant friend group! Also, I'll need to run a background check and approve of all your new friends. I don't want you to befriend anyone that could potentially hurt you."

Marinette laughed. "Alya, I don't even know if I'll make any new friends."

"There is no way anyone could meet you and not instantly want to be your best friend. Literally, our whole class loves you, except Chloe, but I don't think she loves anybody. You'll make tons of new friends."

"Alya, you know what? I think I'm gonna go."

Alya squealed. "I knew I could convince you! But you have to call us every day and have lunch with us at least once a week. Also, if you're not busy, we have to meet up on weekends."

Marinette rolled her eyes playfully. "Obviously. Those are all given."

"I can't believe you're gonna go to a fancy art school!"

"Why do I feel like you're more excited about this than I am?" Marinette teased.

"That's because I am. Overly-supportive best friend, remember?"

Marinette laughed again. Talking to Alya had really hyped her up for the move.

"I've gotta go help my mom with some stuff. See you tomorrow?"

Marinette nodded, giving her friend a little wave. "Bye!"

"Byeeee!" Alya blew a kiss at the screen, then hung up.

»»————- ⚜ ————-««

The next few days went by rather quickly. Marinette had come home from school on Friday and told her parents that she had made her decision. The next thing she did was send an email to the school telling them that she was interested in enrolling. They sent their response back rather quickly and scheduled an appointment for her, which she attended a few days later.

They mostly just gave her a tour of the building and introduced her to some potential teachers. She met the principal, Mme. Ambroise, who had seemed to be a very kind woman who genuinely cared for each one of her students.

A week later was her last day at her current school, Collège Françoise Dupont, and boy was it emotional.

Her classmates gathered around her, offering their goodbyes and wishing her good luck. Some have even brought gifts. Rose had handed her friendship bracelet with her name on it, and a quick glance showed that the entire girl squad had one as well.

Mylene, Rose, Juleka, and Ivan had also gotten Luka to help them make her a song that she downloaded and vowed to listen to on her first day. Nino had also made a few remixes of it, so she had a variety.

Nathanial had drawn a portrait of her as a half-phoenix, to represent rebirth and starting over.

Alya had gotten her a set of brand new charcoal pencils, and Adrien had gotten her the prettiest sketchbook she had ever seen. It had the Eiffel Tower on it, which he said was because he had heard her say it inspired her. He and Alya had thought that since she would be starting at a new school, she should have some new supplies to really start off fresh.

The gifts really touched her heart, and when it was time to hug everyone and say their last goodbyes, half the class was almost in tears.

»»————- ⚜ ————-««

Marinette was very tempted to collapse onto her bed the second she got home and contemplate her entire life, but she needed to get her things ready for the next day.

She emptied her backpack of all the workbooks and papers from her old school, but then she decided to dump everything else out so she could clean her bag. There were a lot of crumpled up papers and even if you stray pencils.

Once she was done, she put in her pencil case and a few other supplies, along with the new sketchbook and pencils she had gotten.

When Marinette was done, she realized how much spare time she had since she didn't have any homework to do, and decided to clean her room. Tomorrow was a new beginning, why not start off with a tidy bedroom?

She cleaned up and put away some stray fabrics, yarn, and thread. She also took the time to hang up the art Nathanial had given her.

Marinette stared at her walls, hesitating. Should she take the pictures of Adrien down?

This was supposed to be the start of a new era for her, right? Adrien didn't seem to have returned any of her affections, so maybe she should move on?

No, what was she thinking!? Just because she was moving to a new school doesn't mean she was giving up!

But at the same time, what if she met someone else? Adrien was clearly uninterested, maybe she was thinking these thoughts because she had already partially moved on. She had even gotten over her stutter.

Marinette's hand hovered over one of the pictures, then she shook her head. She would just wait and see if her feelings changed the next time she saw him.

»»————- ⚜ ————-««

Marinette spent the rest of her day helping her parents in the bakery and working on a leather skirt. She didn't usually work with leather, as it was one of the more finicky materials to sew, so she was getting some practice in.

Marinette went to sleep early that night, grateful that Hawkmoth had decided not to release an akuma that night. She hoped that maybe tomorrow she'd actually get to school on time. »»————- ⚜ ————-««

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Ambitious Dreams

Chapter Five

Nova sat at the desk continuously tapping her pen on it. Not gonna be here long? I’ll show her! I’m just getting started! She thought. She couldn’t understand why this Lee chick was being such a bitch to her. What had she ever done to her?

Suddenly an energetic force slammed into the chair next to her. It nearly gave her an heart attack. “What the f-“

The force held her hand out. “Hi! I’m Elle. We haven’t officially met yet but I’m the other intern. . .well i used to be before you got here. Now I’m a junior style consultant! It’s really nice to meet you!” The girl blabbed and talked like rapid fire. Nova could barely keep up.

Nova caught her breath. “Do you always pop up like this?”

“Ah, sort of. I’m really sorry if I startled you. I just saw your work and I really wanted to congratulate you! I was not that good when I first got here. You have natural talent and that’s hard to find in this industry. I mean anyone can go to school to learn fashion but that doesn’t mean that they have that IT factor, ya know?”

Nova nodded and simply stared at her. “What makes you think I have it?”

“It’s written all over those photos and trust me I know how hard it can be to style artists like them.” She giggled a little.

Nova eyed her. “You styled them before?”

“Oh no! I’d give anything to do it though. I mean I probably wouldn’t even make it through the session from passing out!” Elle held her heart.

Nova chuckled a bit. This girl was too cute. “Which one is it?”

Elle cut her smile off. “What do you mean?”

“Which of those guys turns your wheels?”

“Neither-I just get flustered around cute guys.”

“Mhm and which guy in particular do you find cute?” Nova probed.

Elle’s cheeks began to turn a reddish tint. “I mean they’re all really handsome-“

“Which one is it, Elle?! Just tell me!” God she prayed ‘Marz’ nor ‘Ash’ came out of this girl’s mouth.

Elle snickered again. “Changmo.” She said under her breath.

Nova burst out laughing. “Really?!”

“Yeah. What? Do you not think he’s cute?”

“Yeah he’s definitely a looker but if you met him, I don’t think he’d be your type.” Nova revealed.

Elle stared at the carpeted floor. “Or what you mean is I wouldn’t be HIS type. . .”

Nova sighed. She sure had a way of saying the wrongest things. “No I didn’t mean it like that. I mean I did but not in the way you took it. You just don’t seem like the kind of hit it and quit it type of girl. I could be reading you all wrong though.”

“I could be into some hit and quit action!” Elle tried to convince.

“That doesn’t even sound right coming out of your mouth.” Nova simply stared at her.

“I had a one night stand in college thank you very much!”

Nova smirked. “And how many have you had since then?”

Elle looked strangely. “None- but”

Nova tossed her arms up. “But nothing! You’re not a one shot type of girl and that’s totally fine! I’m not either. I catch feelings pretty easily so I don’t drive down that road too often.”

Elle gave her a small smile. “It’s not like I’ll ever meet Changmo or any of them anyway so at least in my dreams he’d be the relationship type.”

Nova nodded. “He can be anything you want him to be, that’s the beauty of dreams. But some dreams do come true.”

Elle stood up to leave. “Well I won’t hold you from your work. It was nice talking to you!” She started to walk away.

“Hey- would you be interested in going to the grand opening of that new amusement park?” Nova asked her.

Elle clapped her hands in excitement. “Sure! Wait, really? You wanna hang out with me?”

Nova nodded. “Sure. I think you’re pretty cool.”

Elle couldn’t resist smiling. Most people at work could take her vibrant personality. It was a force to be reckoned with but she couldn’t help that she had so much bottled up happiness and energy. “I think you’re absolutely cool too. I’ll be there.” She hurried off.

Nori sat in front of her computer, editing some pictures she had taken for the magazine. Her phone began to ring. Harry. She groaned.

“I know I wasn’t there when you probably made it but I couldn’t be late for work! Unlike you I have a 9-5.” She answered with an attitude. “You can come by when I get off to get her.”

“I already have her. That’s why I was calling.” He revealed.

Nori thought for a minute. “How did you get in my apartment?”

“Nori, you never took your key back. So since I needed Holly I figured you wouldn’t mind!”

Nori hurriedly shut her office door. “What the hell, Harry! You can’t just come into my house whenever you feel like it. There’s a line that has been drawn!”

“Well she’s my dog and I needed her. I haven’t seen her in over a month so excuse me for doing the only thing that I could.”

Nori chuckled. “I need my key back! As soon as possible.”

“You act like I’m going to just come in and out of your house all the time. This was a one time thing, calm down!”

“What if I had’ve been in there with another man, what then?!”

The line went quiet.

“Hello?” She all but yelled.

“Yeah I’m here. I’ll get your key back to you.”

“Thank you.” She sighed.

Harry cleared his throat. “I’ll drop it off tonight. I need a favor though. I would ask someone else but I trust your work. I need a photographer for this new album I’m about to drop, when are you available?”

“Umm- I have a opening some time next week. How soon are we talking?” She asked. She was shocked. She kind of figured they wouldn’t work together anymore since they had broken up.

“Next week should be good. This won’t be too weird for you, right?”

Nori giggled. “It’s all money to me, I spend it no matter who I work with to get it. We can do business.”

“See you tonight.” He said dryly and cut the line.

A few days later

The ladies all met up at the amusement park instead of riding together.

Nova

Nori

Nova ran up to Nori at the entrance gate. “Gosh, there’s so many people here!” She looked around at all the bodies.

Nori nodded and squinted as the sun caught her eyes. “Too many people. Good thing we have these fast passes.”

“Do I invited a friend from work. Hope that’s okay with you!”

“Sure. The more the merrier!”

About ten minutes later Elle ran up to them. “Hey y’all! Traffic was horrible, sorry I’m late!”

Elle

Nova shrugged. “You’re fine. We already have our tickets so we’ll just wait right here for you to get yours, okay?”

“Oh no honey I come prepared. I ordered my ticket online so I wouldn’t have to wait!” She snapped her fingers.

Nori held her hand up for a high-five. “That’s what I’m talking about, I like you already!”

“Good! Any friend of Nova’s is a friend of mines too!”

They all walked through the gates.

“So what time does Hyoeun perform?” Nova asked as she checked her watch.

Nori grabbed her phone and dialed him up. The phone rang once and he answered which shocked her. It was a lot of noise in the background. “Hyoeun?! You there?”

“Yeah, sorry they’re being loud. What’s up? You here?” He stepped outside the tent so he could hear better.

“Yeah we’re here! Where are you?” Nori asked.

“Just go to where you see the big tents. There will be security but I’m going to meet you at the entrance so they will let you through!” He said and hung up.

Nori turned to the ladies. “We’re going to the artist tents! Let’s go!” She squealed.

Elle’s nerves began to rise up a bit. “okay guys I guess I should admit this now but I’ve never met a guy that’s famous. Like I always end styling for women and that’s not really as nerve recking as this is. Like I might drop to the floor at first sight, just saying!”

Nori stared at her for a moment. She was thinking this was a joke. “Okay well don’t do that! Even if you’re not cool you gotta make them think you are, that way you have the upper hand. Okay?”

Elle took a deep breath. “How do I do that?”

“I have an alter ego and I use her for moments when I’m not feeling confident. I channel her to help myself through hard situations.”

Elle nodded. “Okay....?”

“Be a Queen! A goddess! Make those men feel like you’re a boss and being around them doesn’t phase you! I mean honestly they’re all just normal guys so it’s nothing to it. Once you get over the initial shock you’ll be fine.” Nori patted her shoulder.

Nova smiled at their interaction. Nori always had a way of making you feel bigger than you actually were. “Take her advice, it’ll get you through I promise. I’m a witness.”

“You rocking with the big dogs now!” Nori told her and walked in front of them to the security. She noticed Hyoeun talking to the man. “Damn, he looks so good!” She stopped for a moment to catch her breath. “Like all I need is for him to talk more and we’ll be so good!” She stared in his direction.

Nova pulled her arm. “Girl come on!”

Hyoeun waved them over and they walked back to the tents with him.

The first guy that Elle saw was Changmo. She immediately cradled Nova’s arm. “Oh my Gosh! You hang out with Changmo?! Like ya’ll hang out with these guys forreal? Like that’s Changmo!!!” She whisper yelled.

Nova giggled. “Calm down. You’re fine just calm down. Remember you’re a boss lady, he doesn’t phase you. . .not one bit!”

Changmo chuckled behind them. “Oh my gosh, y’all hang out with Changmo!” He mocked in a joking way.

Nova rolled her eyes. “Don’t be an asshole today. You’re better than that!”

“Am I though?!” He smirked as he eyes Elle. She was fresh meat in his eyes. He was down for some action.

“Well maybe not but for her sake at least act like it.” Nova punched his arm jokingly.

Changmo laughed. “I like it when you talk rough to me!” He winked.

Ash came up beside Nova and draped his arm over her shoulder. “Watch that eye, Mo!” He directed at Changmo.

“My bad I forgot you already marked her as yours.” He laughed.

Nova rolled her eyes and removed his arm. “What if I don’t want to be marked?” She glanced over at Marz.

“You can’t undo what’s already done and that playing hard to get act is getting boring.” Changmo continued.

Ash elbowed him in his stomach. “Dude! Do you ever stop?” He laughed.

Changmo buckled over in pain. “Damn man, did you have to hit me that hard?” He groaned.

Nova stepped close in Changmo’s face. “Who says I’m playing?” She locked eyes with him.

He blinked a little. He could swear she was flirting but no- she wouldn’t do that would she? Not in front of Ash or Marz for that matter.

“Cat got your tongue now? You’re normally big talk!” She smirked.

Changmo looked away. “You need to back up.” He said calmly. He didn’t know what game she was playing but he liked it.

“Or what?”

“Or you’re gonna get something that you’re not bargaining for!” He replied coolly.

She chuckled at this point. “That’s something that you’ll NEVER give to me.”

He was at a loss for words. He honestly couldn’t think of a comeback. She had won.

“Wow! Changmo. THE Changmo does get flustered. Hm.” She smirked and walked away.

Elle hurriedly followed behind her. “What was that?!” She asked in an irritated tone.

Nova cocked an eyebrow. “What was what?”

“You flirted with him right in my face after I told you that he was my fave. Like I know I don’t have a chance but still.”

Nova shook her head. “I don’t want Changmo. He’s not my type. That was getting my point across. Guys like him have to be knocked down a notch to truly understand the worth of a woman. You can thank me later.”

Elle processed her words.

“Hey, I was rude back there. I shouldn’t have mocked you. My bad!” Changmo directed at Elle.

Elle’s eyes widened. “You don’t have to apologize, I know I sounded like a crazed fan. It’s just I love your music and I never imagined that I’d meet you especially in this type of setting!” She looked around at everyone just chilling and conversing. They really were normal people.

“You listen to my music?”

“Maestro is my favorite song!” She exclaimed with a huge smile on her face.

Changmo smiled. “That’s what’s up! Thank you!”

“No, thank you for creating good music.”

Changmo nodded and rubbed her shoulder and walked away.

Nova tapped her chin while staring at Elle. “See. I knocked him off his high horse for a moment and that allowed you to get an actual conversation with him.”

“The best conversation ever!” She clapped her hands. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. That was really stupid of me.”

“It’s cool. Guys make women crazy!”

Ash appeared. “And you make me crazy! Why you be playing me?”

Nova chuckled. “Are you a Xbox?”

Ash groaned. “Forreal! You must think I am cause I keep catching L’s from you and I don’t get it!”

Nova rolled her eyes. “What are you talking about, Ash?”

“Like am I ugly? Do my breath stink? Like I don’t see a problem with me but obviously you do cause you be dodging me like I’ve got some type contagious virus or something!”

Elle listened intently. “You’re definitely not ugly. And your hygiene seems fine.” She told him. “Nova, what’s the issue? You got this fine ass man wanting to wine and dine you or whatever the case is and you bugging?!” She was absolutely stunned. Maybe guys liked when girls played hard to get but if Changmo was all in her grill like this she wouldn’t be able to resist him.

I- just-I. Honestly, I don’t see why you keep trying. You have girls throwing themselves at you left and right and you’re stuck on me? I’m not a one night type of girl and in this world that you work in, that’s what guys want and I ain’t with it.” Nova shrugged.

Ash chuckled. “Who says I’m with that? I know you and Marz got a situation or whatever-“

“Hold up! No we don’t. I have more of a situation with you then I have with him and I’m really getting sick of people saying stuff about me and him. He has a whole ass girlfriend sitting beside him so no there ain’t no situation and at this rate there won’t ever be. He don’t like me. He stares at me like he wants to make me disappear so quite frankly I’d really appreciate everyone to stop mentioning me and him in the same sentence!” She sighed.

Ash eyes bulged. “Whoa! Sorry. It’s just I feel like something was there and I interfered and that’s why you’re holding back from me.” He shrugged.

Elle took all of this in but she was lost in translation. Evidently a whole lot of crap had happened and no one was saying the specifics.

“No, it’s definitely the age thing. Like I’m a commitment type of girl. I like being in a relationship when I like someone. I don’t like sharing, period. You don’t seem like you’re at that point in life.”

“I mean I’m not saying that I want you to be my girlfriend today or anything but I’m not saying that I don’t want you to be either. I know there’s a lot of weirdness happening right now but I just want to take you out, get to know the real you. See where this rollercoaster takes us. I like you. I think you one of the coolest girls I’ve come across in a long time.” Ash admitted.

Nova sighed. “I don’t know. You got groupies kid. I don’t know if I could handle that.”

“The only girl I’m checking for is you though. I don’t cheat. I haven’t even talked to another girl in the past two weeks since I met you and you ain’t even giving me no shots. That’s loyalty.”

“Give him a chance. Age ain’t nothing but a number plus he mature and he FINE as hell!” Elle added.

Nova looked around. Marz had his earbuds in was watching her every move. “Okay. Set it up!”

Ash paused. “Really? You gonna go on a date with me?”

“Sure.” She shrugged.

He watched her eyes. They were on Marz. “You know what I’m going to pretend like you’re not looking at another guy while talking to me because this might be the only chance I get to take you out.”

She diverted her eyes back to him. “I’m sorry but I hate the way he glares at me. Like what the fuck did I ever do to him?”

Ash wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. “Probably cause he can’t take his eyes off of you and it’s causing problems in his relationship. That’s my theory.” He whispered in her ear.

His breath tickled her ear and sent chills down her spine. She kept it cool. She couldn’t let him know that he was affecting her. She couldn’t find the nerve to remove his arms from around her though.

Nori and Hyoeun walked over.

“What? Y’all look comfortable.” Hyoeun spoke.

Nova rolled her eyes. “Well if I fight him off of me he will pout so I may as well give him his time to shine for the moment.” She laughed.

Ash chuckled. “I gotta take what I can get, she’s feisty and stubborn.”

She tried to wiggle out of his grip. “Let go!” She giggled.

“Never!” He whispered.

Nori gave her a knowing look and winked.

Marz walked up. “Hyoeun we have about fifteen minutes and we’re up.”

He nodded.

“Well hi to you too!” Nori said sarcastically.

Marz gave her a half smile. “Hey. I mean I’ve been here and no one has spoken to me the whole time y’all have been in this tent.”

“I figured I shouldn’t.” Nova admitted.

Marz raised his eyebrows as he eyes her and Ash’s interaction. “Why is that?”

“Because the look in your eyes let’s me know that I need to stay far away.” Nova told him.

He laughed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s like you hate me and plus your girlfriend already cried because of what Changmo said about me....and you or whatever so I don’t want to make things worse for y’all. I don’t disrespect women.”

Marz smirked. “She’s okay.” He said and began walking back over to his girlfriend. He stopped. “And I don’t hate you.”

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A ‘Supernatural’ Jensen Ackles Q&A About ‘Y6 Sunrise’

Jensen Ackles returned a call on a break between shooting scenes in Canada for the current season of “Supernatural” to talk about Boyd Elder’s painted bull skull “Y6 Sunrise.”

Stephen K. Peeples: I understand that when you and Danneel moved to Austin in 2016, you wanted to dress the house in a certain way. What was your concept?

Jensen Ackles: We did a big remodel. The house hadn’t really been updated since the late ‘90s, so we took the whole thing down to the studs and built it back up with a perfect blend of my wife’s and my styles.

It was actually Danneel’s idea to create what she referred to as “Laurel Canyon in the 1960s.” She’s always been drawn to that style as visitors can see from the many books in our house depicting that time and place. We worked with a fantastic interior designer, Fern Santini, who helped us achieve that.

We wanted to choose art that spoke to both Danneel and me as well. So, we put up a couple of really cool pieces in the dining room area, and it just started to happen organically.

We were coming across pieces by a lot of homegrown Texas-based artists. Some friends of mine who live in Austin – Steve and Lana Carlson – are art curators and dealers. I’ve known Steve a long, long time, and Steve knows Bale very well. Steve mentioned a Boyd Elder (piece) had surfaced. When he told me which one and said it was available at his buddy Bale’s gallery, I immediately said I wanted to go see it.

I think everybody is familiar with that series of work from Boyd, from the covers of the Eagles albums to just the stories about him. And “Y6 Sunrise” is not just a piece of art. It’s also a piece of Texas history and a piece of rock ‘n’ roll history. It represented several things I’m interested in and feel drawn to.

I looked at my wife and said, “We’ve got to get this.” We were super-excited.

We have this room in the house the previous owner used as a trophy room. I guess he was a big hunter and went all over the world, hunted a bunch of animals and so, he had this room as his trophy room. Well, I am not much of a hunter, so we cleared all that out, painted the whole room and turned it back into a dining room/family room.

In the center of this room, there’s a pretty substantial fireplace that can be seen on both sides, and it seemed like the perfect spot to hang “Y6 Sunrise.” It’s up and over the mantle of this fireplace, looking over the dining room. It’s certainly the piece de resistance in the house.

The dining room table is also Texas-made – that just kind of happened, again, naturally, with the help of Fern. It’s a big piece of Texas oak and the chairs are made by a local Marfa artist. We’re going to have one of Bale’s Texas tumbleweeds in the corner opposite Boyd’s piece. It will be a nice little Texas room with a lot of history and some really cool art.

Peeples: Great story! You’re originally from Dallas…

Ackles: Yeah, I grew up just north of Dallas in Richardson.

Peeples: And you lived in California for some time. What’s it like living back in the Lone Star State?

Ackles: It feels good. I wasn’t sure if I was going to get a chance to move back. You just never know with the film and entertainment industry. It can be very fickle. I thought I might just have to bite the bullet and be out in California for who knows how long. Fortunately, I was able to land a job that’s given me the opportunity to pretty much commute and live anywhere.

When my wife and I had our first child, we said, “Where do we want to raise our family, since we don’t have any family out in California?” We’ve got good friends, but a lot of them had moved on as well, so it was kind of an easy decision to move back to Texas.

I’ve always loved Austin. It’s a little bit slower-paced than Dallas, and we both really wanted to live on a lake. That was a no-brainer. We just packed it up, made the move. It’s good to be closer to family. I already had a lot of friends in Austin, so we immediately plugged into the social pipeline, and again, it just feels good to be in a place that represents me more than California did. I love California – it was great to me, I had a good time – but it’s certainly nice to be back home.

Peeples: Boyd said he went up to visit you and Danneel at your house after “Y6 Sunrise” was hung, and told you the whole story about the piece.

Ackles: I wish I’d had a video camera or something because hearing the story straight from the source’s mouth was pretty awesome.

He told us some of his experiences during that time, and the history of the skull itself – where it was from, how he came to own it, and then, not only about its transition from a bull skull into a piece of art, but also what happened to the piece after that, how far it travelled, how it was (held up for ransom) for many years, how it took more years to get it back, and all of its other travels during the last 40+ years.

It’s pretty exceptional to look up and see “Y6 Sunrise” hanging in our house. I think Boyd was stoked to have it back home, hanging over a big fireplace in Texas. That was pretty cool as well.

Peeples: As a friend of Boyd’s for 40-some years going back to when he was working on some of those pieces, I can confirm that’s totally true. He’s happy “Y6 Sunrise” has found a home and seems to be where it belongs, after all its travels and travails. You and Danneel really understand what the piece is, and are treating it as it deserves to be. You’re displaying it in such a way that other people will also enjoy it for a long time. That’s a great thing for the piece and indirectly, for Boyd.

Ackles: Well, that’s awesome! That makes it even sweeter. That he even wanted to meet us – we were just tickled. The fact that we got to speak underneath the piece with the man who created it and get the history was certainly the cherry on top.

‘Supernatural’ Sidebar

Peeples: Speaking of great experiences, would you mind if I asked a couple of questions about what you’re doing right now?

Ackles: Not at all. I’m up in Vancouver shooting the 13th season of “Supernatural.” I’ve been working on that now for more than 12 years and it’s afforded me a pretty good life for me and my family. I commute back and forth to Austin frequently throughout the season.

That constant travel – I was doing it anyway when we were in L.A., and that’s kind of why I turned to Danneel and said, “We don’t have to live in L.A. Maybe we should talk about where we want to raise our family because I can commute anywhere.” So I’ve just continued to do that. It sounds like a lot of travel. Most people would be like, “Oh, my gosh, I don’t know how you do it,” but it’s pretty amazing what you can get used to. I’ve been doing it for so many years, it’s now normal.

Peeples: I must confess I’m not a huge fan of the series, but my wife is. For years, she and I have been watching the show together, with me doing my eye-rolls – you know what I’m talking about.

Ackles: Absolutely!

Peeples: But she is having a great time – loves the storylines, the acting, the characters. So when I told her I’d be speaking with you for a story, she asked me to say hello and tell you what a major fan she is. I appreciate you allowing me to do that.

Ackles: That’s very cool. It’s great! Even 12 years in, I still am surprised hearing people who watch the show. It’s bent the spectrum. I’ve tried for years to figure out what the demographics are and they constantly surprise me. It’s from 12-year olds who weren’t even alive when the show started and have binge-watched it to the 70-80-year old grandparents who watch it with their grandchildren and love it. I’m just happy to be a part of something that’s gone on this long and had the impact it has.

Peeples: Thirteen seasons – about how many episodes is that?

Ackles: Give or take a few, I think we’re somewhere in the neighborhood of about 265 right now. Next season we hit 300, and as of now, it doesn’t seem like anyone is ready to throw in the towel.

Peeples: That’s a great situation.

Ackles: It’s pretty rare!

By the way, thanks for doing this story. I’m happy to be a part of it and it’s awesome to have this piece of history hanging in our house.

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