Q is for Quijote
Title: Q is for Quijote
Pairing: Reid/JJ (past Reid/random OFC)
Rating: PG13/R
Summary: "She sounds hot."
Warnings: Sexuality. Innuendo. The merciless slaughter of the French language? Silliness. Absurdly dialogue-heavy-ness?
Notes: More Alphabet Meme-age; prompt courtesy of the oh-so-fantastic invaderk. Totally pointless, but FUN! FUN, I tell you! At least for me ;) Scroll to the bottom for (exceedingly poor) translation. Oh, also! Your version of how-Reid-lost-his-virginity: please discuss.
"Okay," JJ grins, settling her chin in her palm and fixing him with her gaze. "Your turn. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait -- let me guess. She was a professor. I bet you anything!"
Spencer smiles back, amused and self-effacing. "No. Daniela."
"That was her name?"
"Mmhmm. And she wasn't a professor."
JJ nudges the bottom of his bare foot with her own, stretching long across the bed to reach. "She sounds hot."
"She was twenty-six."
"Getting hotter. How old were you?"
He looks away then, the break in eye contact his first show of shyness. "Seventeen."
JJ laughs and tucks an errant strand of his hair behind his ear. When she catches her breath back, she whistles. "Why am I not even a little bit surprised? Best ninety seconds of your short little life?" she teases.
"Ninety-eight, thank you," he counters cheekily. "She was a grad student. We had a literature class together. She...." He stops and shrugs, then starts to draw slow, spiraling circles across JJ's wrist with one finger, creeping up towards her elbow.
She pulls her hand back. "Uh-uh," she says with a grin. "Not going to work. No distraction-by-erogenous-zone today. She what?"
"She liked to read." He's still not looking at her, his finger now tracing the wrinkled stripes of the sheets.
JJ's smile turns mischievous, and she walks her fingers across his collarbone and stops to flutter them against the hollow of his throat. "She liked to read? What, precisely, did she like to read?"
"She... she read me Don Quijote in Spanish once," he says, his words a little too rapid. "I couldn't understand most of it, but I'd read it in English so I could follow. It was..."
"Hot?" JJ supplies, laughing again and turning his chin towards her.
He lets himself be led, and when he sees the look on her face, he just grins back. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess it was."
"Now that explains everything."
"Explains what?"
"Your little thing for Elle."
"What thing?" he protests, a touch too vehemently. "I didn't have a thing for Elle!"
"Oh, come off it," JJ snorts, flicking his ear. "You totally had a hard-on for her and her cute little Latina behind. She mijo'd you once and I thought you were going to come in your pants. Now I know why."
"What? No! Absolutely not! You're being ridiculous!" He's blushing though, red spots starting at the high points of his cheekbones, and JJ knows she has him.
"It's okay," she says, slinking one leg over him and shifting her weight so she's pinning him beneath her. "She was pretty hot, too. I don't blame you. I mean, if a girl can roll her r's, just imagine the possibilities, right?" Spencer just shakes his head helplessly at her, his eyes embarrassed and affectionate and amused all at once, as she leans down and brings them nose-to-nose. "Well, guess what?"
"What?" he asks, his lip brushing hers.
JJ's breath is right against his ear now. "Tu me rends humide, Docteur. Je veux ta bite."
"You speak French?" he asks, surprised, drawing in a breath as she rocks her hips against him.
"Just the dirty stuff," she whispers back, her wicked grin touching his temple. "And just enough of that to get you off. You know -- my own version of the classics. Now hurry up and fouts-moi before I run out of words."
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* Tu me rends humide, Docteur. Je veux ta bite. (You're making me wet, Doctor. I want your cock)
** fouts-moi (fuck me)
Pairing: Reid/JJ (past Reid/random OFC)
Rating: PG13/R
Summary: "She sounds hot."
Warnings: Sexuality. Innuendo. The merciless slaughter of the French language? Silliness. Absurdly dialogue-heavy-ness?
Notes: More Alphabet Meme-age; prompt courtesy of the oh-so-fantastic invaderk. Totally pointless, but FUN! FUN, I tell you! At least for me ;) Scroll to the bottom for (exceedingly poor) translation. Oh, also! Your version of how-Reid-lost-his-virginity: please discuss.
"Okay," JJ grins, settling her chin in her palm and fixing him with her gaze. "Your turn. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait -- let me guess. She was a professor. I bet you anything!"
Spencer smiles back, amused and self-effacing. "No. Daniela."
"That was her name?"
"Mmhmm. And she wasn't a professor."
JJ nudges the bottom of his bare foot with her own, stretching long across the bed to reach. "She sounds hot."
"She was twenty-six."
"Getting hotter. How old were you?"
He looks away then, the break in eye contact his first show of shyness. "Seventeen."
JJ laughs and tucks an errant strand of his hair behind his ear. When she catches her breath back, she whistles. "Why am I not even a little bit surprised? Best ninety seconds of your short little life?" she teases.
"Ninety-eight, thank you," he counters cheekily. "She was a grad student. We had a literature class together. She...." He stops and shrugs, then starts to draw slow, spiraling circles across JJ's wrist with one finger, creeping up towards her elbow.
She pulls her hand back. "Uh-uh," she says with a grin. "Not going to work. No distraction-by-erogenous-zone today. She what?"
"She liked to read." He's still not looking at her, his finger now tracing the wrinkled stripes of the sheets.
JJ's smile turns mischievous, and she walks her fingers across his collarbone and stops to flutter them against the hollow of his throat. "She liked to read? What, precisely, did she like to read?"
"She... she read me Don Quijote in Spanish once," he says, his words a little too rapid. "I couldn't understand most of it, but I'd read it in English so I could follow. It was..."
"Hot?" JJ supplies, laughing again and turning his chin towards her.
He lets himself be led, and when he sees the look on her face, he just grins back. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess it was."
"Now that explains everything."
"Explains what?"
"Your little thing for Elle."
"What thing?" he protests, a touch too vehemently. "I didn't have a thing for Elle!"
"Oh, come off it," JJ snorts, flicking his ear. "You totally had a hard-on for her and her cute little Latina behind. She mijo'd you once and I thought you were going to come in your pants. Now I know why."
"What? No! Absolutely not! You're being ridiculous!" He's blushing though, red spots starting at the high points of his cheekbones, and JJ knows she has him.
"It's okay," she says, slinking one leg over him and shifting her weight so she's pinning him beneath her. "She was pretty hot, too. I don't blame you. I mean, if a girl can roll her r's, just imagine the possibilities, right?" Spencer just shakes his head helplessly at her, his eyes embarrassed and affectionate and amused all at once, as she leans down and brings them nose-to-nose. "Well, guess what?"
"What?" he asks, his lip brushing hers.
JJ's breath is right against his ear now. "Tu me rends humide, Docteur. Je veux ta bite."
"You speak French?" he asks, surprised, drawing in a breath as she rocks her hips against him.
"Just the dirty stuff," she whispers back, her wicked grin touching his temple. "And just enough of that to get you off. You know -- my own version of the classics. Now hurry up and fouts-moi before I run out of words."
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* Tu me rends humide, Docteur. Je veux ta bite. (You're making me wet, Doctor. I want your cock)
** fouts-moi (fuck me)