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Nerds Do It Better (Even if They're Not Always User Friendly), part 1/3; Kevin/Reid; NC-17
Title: Nerds Do It Better (Even if They're Not Always User Friendly), part 1/3
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innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairings: Reid/Kevin, Garcia/Kevin
Rating: NC-17 (explicit slash, non-graphic het)
Word count: ~20,000
Kinks: Voyeurism
Summary: Garcia loves Kevin; Kevin loves Garcia. Kevin likes Reid; Garcia likes to watch ... And Garcia always gets her way, even if sometimes it takes a little work to achieve her goals.
Notes: Self beta'd, so feel free to point out any missed errors. :)
It was strange. Different. Of course, Kevin really shouldn't have expected any less from Penelope. She was always, always surprising him. It was part of what she loved about him. He hadn't expected her to own a copy of The Couch Potato's Kama Sutra, though in retrospect he should have expected her to enjoy having sex while wearing stilettos and nothing else. She had also turned out to be something of a voyeur, even when they were alone. Kevin had been hesitant to touch himself for her viewing pleasure at first, but she liked it so much that it quickly became a fixture in their sexual repertoire.
Things got interesting, however, when Kevin finally admitted that he swung both ways, and had at least two past relationships with men. Somehow, the idea managed to excite Penelope in an almost scary way, and the next time they were in bed, she'd insisted on watching him touch himself while telling her about his past experiences and what he fantasized about when he thought about men. He'd argued that he didn't think of anyone but her anymore, to which she replied, "Psh, get on with it".
She climaxed before he did that night, and then curled up at his side, her eyes turned down as she watched him stroke himself to completion, still talking about how it felt to have another man inside him and how it felt to have lips around him that belonged to someone who knew exactly how what he was doing felt.
"So what sort of guy do you go for?" she asked, nuzzling softly at his jaw as he panted and tried to come down from that weirdness.
"I...I'm really not going to talk about this."
"Oh, no, sugar, you are." She laughed and bit him. "You've got a crush on my hot chocolate prince, haven't you?"
Kevin opened his mouth and looked over at her, then shut his mouth again. Anything he could think to say would just keep her going, especially telling him that Morgan was going the exact opposite direction from what he liked. Of course, he didn't really expect a non-answer to make her relent either. And it didn't.
"Oh, come on. After all that you just said, you're not going to tell me what type of stallion you like to ride? Or...let ride you..."
Kevin sputtered, his eyes widening. "I was... under the influence of my hand just then. I don't... I've liked men. I've been with men. Past tense."
"Yeah, and you just came thinking about men. Present tense. Fess up."
"We are not talking about this." Kevin rolled onto his side, knowing he was going to lose this argument but unable to stop trying. "I don't ask you about other men you've been with."
"I didn't ask you about other women. I asked about men. There's a difference." She was grinning, he could tell. "And for the record, I was only ever with a girl once, in college, and that was an experiment that didn't turn out well."
"Well, then. I see no reason to keep talking about this."
"Oh, my baby's sulking now," Penelope said, her fingers stroking down his back to the spot at the base of his spine that usually ended up distracting him.
"That's not going to work."
"Of course it is. If not, I'll have to resort to threats."
"Oh? Going to reroute all IP traffic from my web server to some kinky bondage-porn site?"
"Oh, no. Better." Her fingers crooked against his side and he jumped.
"Hey, tickling is off limits!" he gasped, and then she started tickling in earnest. He made a strangled noise and squirmed, but she climbed on top of him to keep him where he was.
"I reserve the right to use it in extreme cases!" she exclaimed.
"Not-- extreme-- okay-- okay-- cease fire! I'll talk!" he managed, gasping for air when she stopped. She was positively beaming down at him. "That was cruel," he complained, breathless.
"Yes, my pet, but you'll thank me for it someday." She leaned down and kissed him. "Now talk. How do you really feel about my dark, handsome love bunny?"
Kevin cleared his throat, but no words would come out. Finally he closed his eyes. "Nice guy. Not my type."
"What? How is Morgan not your type?"
"What?" he said defensively. "He's obviously not really your type, either."
She just laughed. "Oh, you're so sweet when you're being naive." She kissed him again. "If Morgan's not your type, who is?" When he didn't answer, she went on, "Tall, dark, and brooding? Like Hotchipoo?"
He gave her a look. "I'm going to tell him you called him that."
"Psh. Do it."
He rolled his eyes. "No... He sort of scares me."
She started giggling then, and he gave her a weak glare.
"Am I going to have to name every man I can think of before you answer me? You can't possibly be attracted to David Rossi." She paused. "Then again, you did spend a lot of time in his office that one time..."
He cut her off before she kept speculating. "Doctor Reid, okay? My God." Then he lifted his hand to cover his eyes, because he didn't really want to see her reaction to that.
He heard her draw a breath, and when she let it out, she was already leaning down to kiss him. He returned the kiss without moving his hand. "Reid?" she murmured. "You like Reid?"
"I didn't say I liked Doctor Reid, I said he was my type. I like you," Kevin replied, and looped an arm around her to pull her down for another kiss. She owed him a lot of kisses for making him admit all of this.
"If we weren't together?" she whispered.
He wondered if he could get away with not answering. Finally, he said, "Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"P-- probably. I mean, he's cute, and he's a genius" Kevin swallowed, and then dropped his hand to look at her. "And he likes Star Trek."
"Reid," she said quietly.
"Why are you pushing this?" he demanded. "I want you. Okay? Can we just...forget about this? Please?"
She kissed him again and then smiled. It was the sort of wicked smile he saw just before she started speculating about the possibility of hacking Amazon.com to sell sex toys or something like that. He was going to regret whatever that smile suggested. "Oh, no, poppet, we will not be forgetting about this. Ever."
*****
Spencer Reid thought he'd learned a lot about how to deal with Penelope Garcia over the past few years, but sometimes she still managed to surprise him. Like this exact moment, when she came into the bullpen, walked right past Morgan's desk with barely a wave, and planted her butt on the edge of Spencer's desk.
After a moment, Spencer looked up, raising his eyebrows. He could see, in his peripheral vision, that Morgan had spun his chair around to stare at them. Great, he was going to be hearing about this later.
"If this is about Facebook, I'm not going to do it," he said automatically.
She chuckled, and it was a chuckle Spencer knew he really ought to be afraid of. Even Morgan would have been afraid of that laugh. "It's most definitely not about Facebook."
Spencer's lips tugged to the side as he stared at her, waiting for her to elaborate. She looked like a cat about to pounce on an especially delicious mouse.
"Are you going to tell me what this is about?"
She grinned, and then leaned down to whisper in his ear. "You like boys, right?"
His eyes widened, and his heart was suddenly trying to beat out of his chest. She knew?! How could she know?! As soon as she asked the question, she pulled away to give him a little pat on the cheek, her expression clearly stating she read the 'yes' in his reaction, and then got up and walked away.
"Hey!" he said, jumping up and following her. "Garcia, you can't--what are you--hey!"
She glanced over her shoulder at him, looking now like the cat that had caught the canary. "Don't worry, handsome, it's nothing bad."
"Everything okay?" Morgan called after them, but they both ignored him. Spencer didn't stop following her as she led him into her bunker. He closed the door behind them.
He stood there for a moment, just staring at her, then blurted, "How did you know?"
"Lucky guess," she said lightly, then swiveled in her chair to face him.
"You... you just guessed?!"
She shrugged. "It's fine. It's cute, actually. I like it."
Now Spencer was just confused. She liked it? What was there to like? He frowned at her, but she was still just grinning at him. "Cute?" he repeated.
"Yup." She tilted her head to one side. "So tell me, which of our esteemed colleagues is your type. Long, tall drink of broody water Hotchner? Gruff, pushy, but tender Rossi? Or my personal favorite, hot cup of dark chocolate?"
Spencer sucked in a breath so fast he choked and started coughing. "Garcia-- I'm not talking about this!" he said.
"Oh, that is so predictable. You boys are so cruel. Doctor Reid, do you really want to break my heart like this?" She eyed him for a moment as he frowned, then said, "You're cute when you pout."
"I'm not pouting," he argued. "Why is this any of your business?" When she didn't answer, he added. "No one. No one on this team. Are we done now?"
"We're not even close to being done, Doctor Reid. Sometimes I wonder why you even try to resist my charms."
"Because I'm gay," Spencer said, even though it wasn't the best description of how he viewed himself. At least it made her laugh.
She popped up to her feet and came over to take his arm, ushering him back to sit in the chair next to hers. "My dear, funny, handsome doctor," she said, "we need to have a talk."
Spencer had a very bad feeling about this.
"So you don't like my gorgeous, statuesque stud, or classically handsome, if a bit serious, Hotch. Not older, and from what I hear very experienced, secretly gooey-centered Rossi." She swivelled a bit. "You like... not emo, not retro, not goth... oh, definitely not goth," she said, and Spencer wrinkled his nose in spite of not really wanting to participate in this conversation at all. "What about... someone like Kevin?"
Spencer blinked at her. Kevin? "Um... He's taken."
"If we weren't together..."
Spencer frowned. "Ah, I... maybe, I guess."
She clapped her hands. "Maybe you guess? Come on, handsome, you've gotta give me more to work with than that!"
"Um, has Kevin suddenly had a sexuality crisis?" Spencer asked. "Because, you know, Kinsey had a lot of things to say about the continuum, how sexuality is really more fluid than gay/straight/bi. There are probably some really good books out there that--" He broke off, because Garcia was laughing.
"Sexuality crisis? No. Nonono, that's-- Kevin likes boys too. His sexuality is more, er, fluid than I knew." Her eyes were lit with delight.
Spencer blinked at her. God, this was the weirdest conversation he'd ever had with a co-worker.
"So, tell me," she continued. "Any secret boys you have in your life that you haven't mentioned?"
"Ahhh, no. Not at the moment. Garcia, what are you--?"
"So, no one is... riding that bike?" she asked, gesturing vaguely at him.
His mouth fell open, but he was too stunned to say anything at all. After a moment, he managed a weird little squeak, and she cupped his jaw in her hand and grinned at him.
"Relax, sweetie. You're far too tense. I think this is fantastic."
Spencer gaped at her for a moment longer, opening his mouth and then closing it again. Finally he said, "I'm not sure why my sexual identity is really important to you at all, Garcia." After a moment he added, "I'm not sure I want it to be. This is really beyond my comfort level."
Garcia smiled at him a moment longer, and then it slid off and she slumped back in her seat with a pout. "Fine," she said, and Spencer's shoulders relaxed. "But..." He tensed again. "I just thought maybe I could... I don't know, set you up with someone?"
Spencer blinked at her. "Thanks, but really, I'm...I do fine, okay? Just because I don't flaunt things like Morgan doesn't mean I'm lonely and unfulfilled." He cleared his throat. "Can this conversation be over now?"
She sighed and then turned a pleading look on him, which would have been annoying if it were anyone but her. Or maybe Morgan. Both of them could somehow make that look work.
"Reid, I'm not implying you don't do all right. Honey, you are sex on a stick."
Reid felt his eyebrows shoot into his hairline quite of their own accord.
"What I'm saying," she continued, "is that you're single, and you like boys, and I happen to know a boy that would be good for you." She pursed her lips at him. "Sweetie, you know I love you, right?"
Spencer frowned, but nodded anyway.
"Good. You'll just... meet him for me, then?" He opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off. "If you don't like him, I swear I'll never set you up again."
"I'm really not sure why you feel compelled to set me up in the first place," Spencer tried, but he could already tell that he wasn't going win.
"Listen, handsome, I just...now that I have the love of my life serving me chocolate-covered strawberries and champagne, I feel the need to share." Her grin widened, then she coughed. "Share the joy, I mean. You know, see all my friends happy, too."
"Why don't you try setting Morgan up, then?" Spencer muttered.
Garcia laughed. "Oh, Morgan is so not ready for who I have in mind for him." She beamed and opened the door, pushing Spencer out. "I'll send all the pertinent information to your PDA once I confirm with the guy."
Spencer let Garcia push him, feeling more than a little dazed.
*****
Spencer was on a blind date. He'd never been on a blind date before, but he'd never heard good things. Still, if he went through with it, Garcia would shut up. And, who knew, maybe she was right about this guy. She said he was smart, a little geeky, and handsome. She said he'd be wearing a green shirt, and when Spencer entered the little coffee shop, he started scanning the room for green.
He spotted someone quickly, facing the back wall of the shop, and he started that way. Stay calm, stay calm, he told himself, and grabbed a coffee on his way over, noting the cup on his date's table. "Are you Le-- Oh! Ah, Kevin," he said, surprised to see Garcia's Kevin sitting there. Wearing green. But Garcia had told Spencer the guy's name was Leonard. "Hey."
Kevin had a nice smile, which was something Spencer had guiltily noticed before. He'd never actually had it turned full-force on him, though, which had always made him feel less guilty. Usually Kevin smiled that way for Garcia alone. "Hey, Doctor Reid, what are you doing here? Want to join me?"
"Ah, sure." His blind date didn't appear to be here, so he sat across from Kevin. "You don't have to call me Doctor, you know. I-- it's... Spencer is fine. Or Reid, I guess, but I don't technically work with you, so that's sort of strange." He realized he was babbling, so he stopped and gave Kevin an awkward smile.
Kevin blinked at him, then shrugged. "Okay, um, Spencer. Okay." He sipped at his coffee, looking a little awkward, then glanced around. "So do you live around here? I don't think I've ever seen you in here before."
Spencer breathed a laugh. "I'm supposed to be meeting a blind date," he said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh. Sorry." Kevin glanced at him. "I mean, am I sorry? Maybe that's a good thing." His smile looked a little less certain now. "You look nice. I mean, you know, you'll probably impress her."
Spencer sucked in a breath at the compliment. "I don't know if it's good yet. I-- It's--" Garcia will probably tell him anyway. Maybe she's told him already and he's just being polite, he thought, and forced himself to finish. "It's a him, actually."
Kevin's eyes widened, then he took another sip of his coffee. "Oh," he said, his voice a little strange. "So, uh, how'd you...I mean, who's...okay." He looked around the coffee shop again and then smiled at Spencer. "Sorry, I hadn't actually...realized you're, you know." He made a self-conscious gesture. "Not that there's anything wrong with it. Before I met Penelope I dated a couple of guys. So. You know."
Spencer nodded, but a funny little jolt went through him. This was starting to feel weird, but he hadn't figured out why just yet. "Oh, ah... okay. You-- ah." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, he doesn't seem to be here. Probably for the best."
Kevin grinned. "So you can watch him for a while and decide if he's a serial killer?" he said. Then his grin faded. "Except you probably would rather not think about that stuff while you're on a date, huh?"
Spencer's lips pulled to the side, but his gaze was amused. "Not really, but I doubt Garcia would set me up with someone she didn't trust, anyway." His grin widened, but suddenly Kevin's smile slid a bit, which was... odd.
"Wh--um." Kevin scratched his ear, then glanced away. "Did you..." He looked back at Spencer, then looked away again. "Penelope set you up?" His voice seemed a little higher than usual.
Something was wrong, and suddenly something struck Spencer. Garcia had been asking whether Spencer was attracted to Kevin. Kevin was wearing a green shirt. Kevin was... not Leonard. God, don't panic. She wouldn't. "Yeah, she did," Spencer said, knowing his expression was suddenly more anxious. "I... came over because she said he'd be wearing green." He gave a nervous laugh. "Wrong name, though." God, Kevin liked guys too.
He actually heard Kevin gulp. "What, uh. What name?" He wasn't looking at Spencer any more. "Because, um, I'm supposed to be meeting Penelope here...but she wouldn't come here if you're having a blind date here that she set you up on. I don't...um. What name?"
Spencer suddenly felt a little ill. "Ah, ah.. Leonard."
Kevin buried his head in his hands, but apparently that wasn't enough, because a moment later he leaned over and thumped his head against the table. "Shit," Spencer heard him say. He stayed like that, and after a moment said, "My middle name is Leonard." His voice was muffled, but not enough that Spencer could have misheard him.
Spencer mouth dropped open, and he stared at the top of Kevin's head for a long moment. Some completely irrational part of Spencer wanted to be offended that Kevin was reacting so badly to the idea of 'dating' him, but it couldn't overpower the shock that was seizing him. "I-- Did she talk to you about me? She, ah, mentioned--" Everything he was saying seemed unimportant all of a sudden, so he skipped ahead to the more pressing question, "Why is she doing this?"
Kevin still didn't sit up. Spencer frowned down at him as he shook his head, rocking it back and forth on the table. "I knew I should never have told her," he was muttering. "She gets these ideas. Keeps things exciting, you never know what she's going to do, but this is just...no. No." He sat up. "This is my fault. I'm sorry. I'll just tell her she needs to stop meddling."
Spencer was frowning at him. In less than a week, Garcia had managed to shock and confuse Spencer more than she'd ever done. There was a tiny part of Spencer that was intrigued too, but he squashed it. It was weird. "She... Told her what? Wh-- why does she want her boyfriend to date another guy?" he asked, almost whispering, knowing confusion was plain on his face.
Kevin sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "This all started when I told her I'd been with other guys before. It was in the interest of being honest, and now I have no idea what came over me. Because then she tortured me until I told her the sort of guy I like." He glanced at Spencer, then away. "Which is you. She seemed very excited about that." He was studying his coffee cup now, very carefully. "I should have known she never lets things go."
Spencer breathed a laugh that didn't sound all that amused, even if there was another small part of him felt a little excited that Kevin liked him. "She... did the same thing to me. With, ah, the same results. Not, ah, that I liked guys like me. That I liked guys like--" He couldn't finish, and gestured at Kevin instead. He'd been watching Kevin, but as soon as Kevin looked up, Spencer realized that his own coffee cup was pretty interesting. "So she wants you to date someone else while she's dating you? I-- I don't--" God, I don't understand this.
Kevin coughed and rubbed his hand across his face, mumbling something. When Spencer glanced at him and leaned closer to indicate he hadn't heard, Kevin cleared his throat and looked away. "Idon'tthinkdatingisexactlywhatshehadinmind," Kevin blurted.
Oh.
Oh.
Spencer felt like he'd just had all the wind knocked out of him. "You-- I-- I mean--" he stammered, and then licked his lips, gulping at his coffee and wishing it was something stronger. "I mean, it's not that I wouldn't-- I mean... you're... I like you, and-- It's just-- um..."
Kevin gave him a slightly miserable look, then turned his attention back to his coffee. "She likes to watch. She's very...kinky. God, I shouldn't tell you that about your coworker. But she started it, dammit."
Spencer didn't think he'd ever heard Kevin swear.
He cleared his throat. "Considering she's trying to arrange for us to... um... I don't think you telling me that is that far off base from what I could have assumed."
"Sorry about this," Kevin said. "I can't stop her when she gets like this. I just have to sit back and watch. And hope I don't die of embarrassment along the way."
Spencer laughed before he could stop himself, and then quieted, wondering if maybe he shouldn't have. "Sorry. Sorry," he murmured.
Kevin shot him another look and shrugged. "Hey, you know her. If anyone knows what I'm going through here, it's you." He sighed. "I would want to...you know. I mean, if it weren't for Penelope." He cleared his throat. "I don't feel comfortable with the idea of...you know, someone else...while I'm...I just...Oh, God." He broke off and buried his face in his hands.
"Someone else watching, or being with someone else when you... oh my God, why am I asking? I'm sorry." Spencer slumped back in his seat, frowning, and pressed his hand to his forehead, covering his eyes. Why hadn't he just ended this conversation? This was weird--weirder than any 'date' Spencer had ever had. "This actually is just as awkward as a blind date is supposed to be," he murmured.
Kevin gave a nervous laugh that almost sounded like a giggle. "Both, actually, but...she's getting me used to being watched." He sighed and finished his coffee. "She said she was going to meet me here, so if you want to escape seeing her..."
"You really think she's coming?" Spencer glanced out the front window of the coffee shop. "I have a feeling this was all about... us." He bit his lip. Getting him used to being watched? Spencer was finding out more than he'd ever expected to know about Garcia and Kevin's love life.
"I don't know, maybe," Kevin said. "God, Spencer, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I even told her that I'm attracted to you. I didn't mean to drag you into the weird fantasy life of Penelope Garcia."
A little thrill went through Spencer. They'd gone from Kevin liking his type, to Kevin actually being attracted to him. Spencer swallowed hard. "It's... okay. I mean, I'm, ah... flattered," he managed. Shut up, shut up, shut up; don't say it. He cleared his throat. "I like you too."
Kevin jerked a little, staring at him, then licked his lips. "You're...um, are...you're not thinking about this, are you?" he whispered.
"It's a bad idea," Spencer said automatically, but he really sort of was considering it. God, this was stupid. "I mean... I'm single, so... it doesn't matter what... what I'm thinking. Does it?"
"What do you mean?" Kevin blurted.
"I mean..." Spencer started, then realized he sounded every bit as breathless as he felt. When had that happened? "I mean that... there are no consequences for me. Other than... well... it's weird. And Garcia would see me naked, and that's weird, and..." He swallowed hard and forced himself to shut up.
"Oh. Oh. Right." Kevin cleared his throat and shook his head. "Yeah, this was a bad idea. I'll just...Look, I need to go. I'm going to make her drop this." He stood up, not quite looking at Spencer.
"Hey, um, Kevin," Spencer said quickly, hoping Kevin would turn around and look at him.
Kevin glanced at him, then squared his shoulders and met Spencer's gaze. "Yeah?"
Spencer gave him an awkward smile, glad Kevin wasn't still avoiding his gaze. "This... we're okay, right? This isn't going to be weird from now on, is it?"
Kevin took a long breath, then shook his head. "We're fine," he said. He didn't sound entirely sure, but then he cleared his throat and nodded. "We're fine. I really need to go. I'll see you later, Spencer." He smiled back at Spencer, then headed out.
*****
Penelope Garcia was nothing if not a determined woman. All the same, she thought it was kind of cute the way Kevin and Reid thought they were off the hook just because they'd had an awkward meeting at the coffee shop and had dismissed the idea. Really, neither of them knew her as well as they thought they did, if they expected her to drop the idea now that she'd realized just how hot it would be. Not to mention how happy it would make them both.
She'd been enjoying the way Reid sort of cringed whenever she came near, because it did sort of show that he knew he wasn't completely in the clear yet. She'd also been enjoying the way Morgan kept giving her curious looks, not to mention the way those looks occasionally took in Reid, too. Of course, from this point on, she was going to be the soul of discretion. She couldn't have Morgan really knowing what was going on, after all. So let him wonder. He wouldn't learn anything, and eventually he'd forget what he was wondering about.
When it came to Kevin, however, that was where it got a little more difficult. He'd confronted her, even put on that face he'd used when he talked about going to have a man to man talk with Rossi. She'd relented and apologized, told him it wouldn't happen again. He'd relaxed, but she could tell there was more to what he was thinking than what he said.
The next time she got him in bed, she mentioned Spencer... and he left. The next time, he told her to shut up but he didn't stop touching himself. He just fell silent, and it felt like a victory. He was thinking about Spencer, even if he wasn't talking.
And when it came to Kevin being in the BAU anywhere near Spencer, they both avoided each others eyes when they weren't making stilted conversation. And on more than one occasion, she caught Spencer darting furtive glances at her boyfriend.
Oh, yes. She had planted the seed, and it was taking root.
Maybe the time had come to work on Spencer a little more. After some consideration, she decided on an email, giving him a chance to come to her privately. He would know, after all, that she was fully capable of coming out and making Morgan ask more questions. Penelope knew she wouldn't do that, but Spencer didn't need to.
My bunker, as soon as you have a free minute, she wrote. And then she flipped open her laptop, pulled up Photoshop, and opened a couple of her favorite pictures of Kevin. Pictures that involved decidedly less clothing than Reid had ever seen on Kevin. Or off Kevin, as the case may be.
It wasn't very long before Spencer was knocking on her door. "Come in, my pet!" she called, and he stepped inside.
"Hey, what's up?" It was too casual. He was always fighting to seem casual around her lately, which wasn't unexpected, and completely understandable. If she liked someone else's boyfriend and they knew it, she might be uncomfortable too.
"Shut the door," she said, and he hesitated, but did it anyway.
"I need your help," she said, hiding a smile. "I'm working on a present, and I'm trying to get the graphics just right. I need your opinion."
Spencer didn't move at first, then he took a step forward, and stopped again. "We need the door shut for that?"
"Spencer, get your little Mensan butt over here and help me."
Spencer cleared his throat, but just walked over to her desk without another protest... and seemed to have a spontaneous coughing fit once he got close enough to see what was on her screen.
Penelope just lifted her eyebrows and gave him a pleasant smile. "I don't think I've got the colors quite right, do you? His eyes are such a lovely shade, and the tattoo needs to look right."
"He-- he looks fine." She saw him dart a glance at the picture, his gaze lingering for a moment, and then he breathed, "I didn't know he had a tattoo."
Oh, so Spencer liked tattoos? That was unexpected. And lucky. "Mmm-hmm," she hummed, watching him.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked, glancing away and licking his lips.
"Oh, I thought he might like a naughty little email from me, and if I--"
"That's not what I meant," Spencer interrupted. She couldn't tell if that tension in his voice was anger or desire. She knew which she hoped it was. "Why are you doing this, Garcia?"
She swiveled in her seat to face him, sighing. "I love him. He likes you, and I want him to be happy. You like him, and I can tell, so don't deny it. And I'm not threatened by that, because you don't have the same bits I do, and I know he very much appreciates my bits just like they are."
"Oh, God," Spencer breathed. He coughed. "So I'm supposed to believe this is simply a humanitarian effort?" He was looking at the picture again.
She beamed at him. "Of course it is!" Then she tilted her head. "Well, of course, I would get a little enjoyment from it myself, but really I'm doing this to make you both happy."
He licked his lips again and she had to bite back a giggle.
"Ah... this is really weird."
She snorted. "It's not weird. It's fabulousness and brilliance. It's me, honey. Don't question me."
"I can't help it!" His voice had gone up almost an octave. "Garcia, you're trying to get me to sleep with your boyfriend! You can't tell me that's not weird."
She grinned at him. "It's hot."
"It's-- it's-- you watching me having sex!" he exclaimed, and though his voice getting even squeakier, it was getting quieter as he obviously realized he didn't want to be heard.
She stood and went over to him, patting his cheek. "Don't worry, sweetie, you'll hardly even know I'm there." She beamed and leaned up to kiss his cheek, then said, "What you should really be worrying about is which one of you is going to top."
He made a jerky little movement like he wasn't sure how to react and tried to do too many things at once. "I-- if that's all, I'm going back to my desk now," he said, and didn't wait for her to say anything before he turned to leave.
"Oh, Spencer, you know that's not all," she said, her voice low, but she let him go. She'd just given the seed a little water, and she would send her completed Photoshop project to his home email, just to make sure she kept him thinking about it all day.
PART TWO
Authors:
innerslytherin and severity_softlyPairings: Reid/Kevin, Garcia/Kevin
Rating: NC-17 (explicit slash, non-graphic het)
Word count: ~20,000
Kinks: Voyeurism
Summary: Garcia loves Kevin; Kevin loves Garcia. Kevin likes Reid; Garcia likes to watch ... And Garcia always gets her way, even if sometimes it takes a little work to achieve her goals.
Notes: Self beta'd, so feel free to point out any missed errors. :)
It was strange. Different. Of course, Kevin really shouldn't have expected any less from Penelope. She was always, always surprising him. It was part of what she loved about him. He hadn't expected her to own a copy of The Couch Potato's Kama Sutra, though in retrospect he should have expected her to enjoy having sex while wearing stilettos and nothing else. She had also turned out to be something of a voyeur, even when they were alone. Kevin had been hesitant to touch himself for her viewing pleasure at first, but she liked it so much that it quickly became a fixture in their sexual repertoire.
Things got interesting, however, when Kevin finally admitted that he swung both ways, and had at least two past relationships with men. Somehow, the idea managed to excite Penelope in an almost scary way, and the next time they were in bed, she'd insisted on watching him touch himself while telling her about his past experiences and what he fantasized about when he thought about men. He'd argued that he didn't think of anyone but her anymore, to which she replied, "Psh, get on with it".
She climaxed before he did that night, and then curled up at his side, her eyes turned down as she watched him stroke himself to completion, still talking about how it felt to have another man inside him and how it felt to have lips around him that belonged to someone who knew exactly how what he was doing felt.
"So what sort of guy do you go for?" she asked, nuzzling softly at his jaw as he panted and tried to come down from that weirdness.
"I...I'm really not going to talk about this."
"Oh, no, sugar, you are." She laughed and bit him. "You've got a crush on my hot chocolate prince, haven't you?"
Kevin opened his mouth and looked over at her, then shut his mouth again. Anything he could think to say would just keep her going, especially telling him that Morgan was going the exact opposite direction from what he liked. Of course, he didn't really expect a non-answer to make her relent either. And it didn't.
"Oh, come on. After all that you just said, you're not going to tell me what type of stallion you like to ride? Or...let ride you..."
Kevin sputtered, his eyes widening. "I was... under the influence of my hand just then. I don't... I've liked men. I've been with men. Past tense."
"Yeah, and you just came thinking about men. Present tense. Fess up."
"We are not talking about this." Kevin rolled onto his side, knowing he was going to lose this argument but unable to stop trying. "I don't ask you about other men you've been with."
"I didn't ask you about other women. I asked about men. There's a difference." She was grinning, he could tell. "And for the record, I was only ever with a girl once, in college, and that was an experiment that didn't turn out well."
"Well, then. I see no reason to keep talking about this."
"Oh, my baby's sulking now," Penelope said, her fingers stroking down his back to the spot at the base of his spine that usually ended up distracting him.
"That's not going to work."
"Of course it is. If not, I'll have to resort to threats."
"Oh? Going to reroute all IP traffic from my web server to some kinky bondage-porn site?"
"Oh, no. Better." Her fingers crooked against his side and he jumped.
"Hey, tickling is off limits!" he gasped, and then she started tickling in earnest. He made a strangled noise and squirmed, but she climbed on top of him to keep him where he was.
"I reserve the right to use it in extreme cases!" she exclaimed.
"Not-- extreme-- okay-- okay-- cease fire! I'll talk!" he managed, gasping for air when she stopped. She was positively beaming down at him. "That was cruel," he complained, breathless.
"Yes, my pet, but you'll thank me for it someday." She leaned down and kissed him. "Now talk. How do you really feel about my dark, handsome love bunny?"
Kevin cleared his throat, but no words would come out. Finally he closed his eyes. "Nice guy. Not my type."
"What? How is Morgan not your type?"
"What?" he said defensively. "He's obviously not really your type, either."
She just laughed. "Oh, you're so sweet when you're being naive." She kissed him again. "If Morgan's not your type, who is?" When he didn't answer, she went on, "Tall, dark, and brooding? Like Hotchipoo?"
He gave her a look. "I'm going to tell him you called him that."
"Psh. Do it."
He rolled his eyes. "No... He sort of scares me."
She started giggling then, and he gave her a weak glare.
"Am I going to have to name every man I can think of before you answer me? You can't possibly be attracted to David Rossi." She paused. "Then again, you did spend a lot of time in his office that one time..."
He cut her off before she kept speculating. "Doctor Reid, okay? My God." Then he lifted his hand to cover his eyes, because he didn't really want to see her reaction to that.
He heard her draw a breath, and when she let it out, she was already leaning down to kiss him. He returned the kiss without moving his hand. "Reid?" she murmured. "You like Reid?"
"I didn't say I liked Doctor Reid, I said he was my type. I like you," Kevin replied, and looped an arm around her to pull her down for another kiss. She owed him a lot of kisses for making him admit all of this.
"If we weren't together?" she whispered.
He wondered if he could get away with not answering. Finally, he said, "Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"P-- probably. I mean, he's cute, and he's a genius" Kevin swallowed, and then dropped his hand to look at her. "And he likes Star Trek."
"Reid," she said quietly.
"Why are you pushing this?" he demanded. "I want you. Okay? Can we just...forget about this? Please?"
She kissed him again and then smiled. It was the sort of wicked smile he saw just before she started speculating about the possibility of hacking Amazon.com to sell sex toys or something like that. He was going to regret whatever that smile suggested. "Oh, no, poppet, we will not be forgetting about this. Ever."
*****
Spencer Reid thought he'd learned a lot about how to deal with Penelope Garcia over the past few years, but sometimes she still managed to surprise him. Like this exact moment, when she came into the bullpen, walked right past Morgan's desk with barely a wave, and planted her butt on the edge of Spencer's desk.
After a moment, Spencer looked up, raising his eyebrows. He could see, in his peripheral vision, that Morgan had spun his chair around to stare at them. Great, he was going to be hearing about this later.
"If this is about Facebook, I'm not going to do it," he said automatically.
She chuckled, and it was a chuckle Spencer knew he really ought to be afraid of. Even Morgan would have been afraid of that laugh. "It's most definitely not about Facebook."
Spencer's lips tugged to the side as he stared at her, waiting for her to elaborate. She looked like a cat about to pounce on an especially delicious mouse.
"Are you going to tell me what this is about?"
She grinned, and then leaned down to whisper in his ear. "You like boys, right?"
His eyes widened, and his heart was suddenly trying to beat out of his chest. She knew?! How could she know?! As soon as she asked the question, she pulled away to give him a little pat on the cheek, her expression clearly stating she read the 'yes' in his reaction, and then got up and walked away.
"Hey!" he said, jumping up and following her. "Garcia, you can't--what are you--hey!"
She glanced over her shoulder at him, looking now like the cat that had caught the canary. "Don't worry, handsome, it's nothing bad."
"Everything okay?" Morgan called after them, but they both ignored him. Spencer didn't stop following her as she led him into her bunker. He closed the door behind them.
He stood there for a moment, just staring at her, then blurted, "How did you know?"
"Lucky guess," she said lightly, then swiveled in her chair to face him.
"You... you just guessed?!"
She shrugged. "It's fine. It's cute, actually. I like it."
Now Spencer was just confused. She liked it? What was there to like? He frowned at her, but she was still just grinning at him. "Cute?" he repeated.
"Yup." She tilted her head to one side. "So tell me, which of our esteemed colleagues is your type. Long, tall drink of broody water Hotchner? Gruff, pushy, but tender Rossi? Or my personal favorite, hot cup of dark chocolate?"
Spencer sucked in a breath so fast he choked and started coughing. "Garcia-- I'm not talking about this!" he said.
"Oh, that is so predictable. You boys are so cruel. Doctor Reid, do you really want to break my heart like this?" She eyed him for a moment as he frowned, then said, "You're cute when you pout."
"I'm not pouting," he argued. "Why is this any of your business?" When she didn't answer, he added. "No one. No one on this team. Are we done now?"
"We're not even close to being done, Doctor Reid. Sometimes I wonder why you even try to resist my charms."
"Because I'm gay," Spencer said, even though it wasn't the best description of how he viewed himself. At least it made her laugh.
She popped up to her feet and came over to take his arm, ushering him back to sit in the chair next to hers. "My dear, funny, handsome doctor," she said, "we need to have a talk."
Spencer had a very bad feeling about this.
"So you don't like my gorgeous, statuesque stud, or classically handsome, if a bit serious, Hotch. Not older, and from what I hear very experienced, secretly gooey-centered Rossi." She swivelled a bit. "You like... not emo, not retro, not goth... oh, definitely not goth," she said, and Spencer wrinkled his nose in spite of not really wanting to participate in this conversation at all. "What about... someone like Kevin?"
Spencer blinked at her. Kevin? "Um... He's taken."
"If we weren't together..."
Spencer frowned. "Ah, I... maybe, I guess."
She clapped her hands. "Maybe you guess? Come on, handsome, you've gotta give me more to work with than that!"
"Um, has Kevin suddenly had a sexuality crisis?" Spencer asked. "Because, you know, Kinsey had a lot of things to say about the continuum, how sexuality is really more fluid than gay/straight/bi. There are probably some really good books out there that--" He broke off, because Garcia was laughing.
"Sexuality crisis? No. Nonono, that's-- Kevin likes boys too. His sexuality is more, er, fluid than I knew." Her eyes were lit with delight.
Spencer blinked at her. God, this was the weirdest conversation he'd ever had with a co-worker.
"So, tell me," she continued. "Any secret boys you have in your life that you haven't mentioned?"
"Ahhh, no. Not at the moment. Garcia, what are you--?"
"So, no one is... riding that bike?" she asked, gesturing vaguely at him.
His mouth fell open, but he was too stunned to say anything at all. After a moment, he managed a weird little squeak, and she cupped his jaw in her hand and grinned at him.
"Relax, sweetie. You're far too tense. I think this is fantastic."
Spencer gaped at her for a moment longer, opening his mouth and then closing it again. Finally he said, "I'm not sure why my sexual identity is really important to you at all, Garcia." After a moment he added, "I'm not sure I want it to be. This is really beyond my comfort level."
Garcia smiled at him a moment longer, and then it slid off and she slumped back in her seat with a pout. "Fine," she said, and Spencer's shoulders relaxed. "But..." He tensed again. "I just thought maybe I could... I don't know, set you up with someone?"
Spencer blinked at her. "Thanks, but really, I'm...I do fine, okay? Just because I don't flaunt things like Morgan doesn't mean I'm lonely and unfulfilled." He cleared his throat. "Can this conversation be over now?"
She sighed and then turned a pleading look on him, which would have been annoying if it were anyone but her. Or maybe Morgan. Both of them could somehow make that look work.
"Reid, I'm not implying you don't do all right. Honey, you are sex on a stick."
Reid felt his eyebrows shoot into his hairline quite of their own accord.
"What I'm saying," she continued, "is that you're single, and you like boys, and I happen to know a boy that would be good for you." She pursed her lips at him. "Sweetie, you know I love you, right?"
Spencer frowned, but nodded anyway.
"Good. You'll just... meet him for me, then?" He opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off. "If you don't like him, I swear I'll never set you up again."
"I'm really not sure why you feel compelled to set me up in the first place," Spencer tried, but he could already tell that he wasn't going win.
"Listen, handsome, I just...now that I have the love of my life serving me chocolate-covered strawberries and champagne, I feel the need to share." Her grin widened, then she coughed. "Share the joy, I mean. You know, see all my friends happy, too."
"Why don't you try setting Morgan up, then?" Spencer muttered.
Garcia laughed. "Oh, Morgan is so not ready for who I have in mind for him." She beamed and opened the door, pushing Spencer out. "I'll send all the pertinent information to your PDA once I confirm with the guy."
Spencer let Garcia push him, feeling more than a little dazed.
*****
Spencer was on a blind date. He'd never been on a blind date before, but he'd never heard good things. Still, if he went through with it, Garcia would shut up. And, who knew, maybe she was right about this guy. She said he was smart, a little geeky, and handsome. She said he'd be wearing a green shirt, and when Spencer entered the little coffee shop, he started scanning the room for green.
He spotted someone quickly, facing the back wall of the shop, and he started that way. Stay calm, stay calm, he told himself, and grabbed a coffee on his way over, noting the cup on his date's table. "Are you Le-- Oh! Ah, Kevin," he said, surprised to see Garcia's Kevin sitting there. Wearing green. But Garcia had told Spencer the guy's name was Leonard. "Hey."
Kevin had a nice smile, which was something Spencer had guiltily noticed before. He'd never actually had it turned full-force on him, though, which had always made him feel less guilty. Usually Kevin smiled that way for Garcia alone. "Hey, Doctor Reid, what are you doing here? Want to join me?"
"Ah, sure." His blind date didn't appear to be here, so he sat across from Kevin. "You don't have to call me Doctor, you know. I-- it's... Spencer is fine. Or Reid, I guess, but I don't technically work with you, so that's sort of strange." He realized he was babbling, so he stopped and gave Kevin an awkward smile.
Kevin blinked at him, then shrugged. "Okay, um, Spencer. Okay." He sipped at his coffee, looking a little awkward, then glanced around. "So do you live around here? I don't think I've ever seen you in here before."
Spencer breathed a laugh. "I'm supposed to be meeting a blind date," he said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh. Sorry." Kevin glanced at him. "I mean, am I sorry? Maybe that's a good thing." His smile looked a little less certain now. "You look nice. I mean, you know, you'll probably impress her."
Spencer sucked in a breath at the compliment. "I don't know if it's good yet. I-- It's--" Garcia will probably tell him anyway. Maybe she's told him already and he's just being polite, he thought, and forced himself to finish. "It's a him, actually."
Kevin's eyes widened, then he took another sip of his coffee. "Oh," he said, his voice a little strange. "So, uh, how'd you...I mean, who's...okay." He looked around the coffee shop again and then smiled at Spencer. "Sorry, I hadn't actually...realized you're, you know." He made a self-conscious gesture. "Not that there's anything wrong with it. Before I met Penelope I dated a couple of guys. So. You know."
Spencer nodded, but a funny little jolt went through him. This was starting to feel weird, but he hadn't figured out why just yet. "Oh, ah... okay. You-- ah." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, he doesn't seem to be here. Probably for the best."
Kevin grinned. "So you can watch him for a while and decide if he's a serial killer?" he said. Then his grin faded. "Except you probably would rather not think about that stuff while you're on a date, huh?"
Spencer's lips pulled to the side, but his gaze was amused. "Not really, but I doubt Garcia would set me up with someone she didn't trust, anyway." His grin widened, but suddenly Kevin's smile slid a bit, which was... odd.
"Wh--um." Kevin scratched his ear, then glanced away. "Did you..." He looked back at Spencer, then looked away again. "Penelope set you up?" His voice seemed a little higher than usual.
Something was wrong, and suddenly something struck Spencer. Garcia had been asking whether Spencer was attracted to Kevin. Kevin was wearing a green shirt. Kevin was... not Leonard. God, don't panic. She wouldn't. "Yeah, she did," Spencer said, knowing his expression was suddenly more anxious. "I... came over because she said he'd be wearing green." He gave a nervous laugh. "Wrong name, though." God, Kevin liked guys too.
He actually heard Kevin gulp. "What, uh. What name?" He wasn't looking at Spencer any more. "Because, um, I'm supposed to be meeting Penelope here...but she wouldn't come here if you're having a blind date here that she set you up on. I don't...um. What name?"
Spencer suddenly felt a little ill. "Ah, ah.. Leonard."
Kevin buried his head in his hands, but apparently that wasn't enough, because a moment later he leaned over and thumped his head against the table. "Shit," Spencer heard him say. He stayed like that, and after a moment said, "My middle name is Leonard." His voice was muffled, but not enough that Spencer could have misheard him.
Spencer mouth dropped open, and he stared at the top of Kevin's head for a long moment. Some completely irrational part of Spencer wanted to be offended that Kevin was reacting so badly to the idea of 'dating' him, but it couldn't overpower the shock that was seizing him. "I-- Did she talk to you about me? She, ah, mentioned--" Everything he was saying seemed unimportant all of a sudden, so he skipped ahead to the more pressing question, "Why is she doing this?"
Kevin still didn't sit up. Spencer frowned down at him as he shook his head, rocking it back and forth on the table. "I knew I should never have told her," he was muttering. "She gets these ideas. Keeps things exciting, you never know what she's going to do, but this is just...no. No." He sat up. "This is my fault. I'm sorry. I'll just tell her she needs to stop meddling."
Spencer was frowning at him. In less than a week, Garcia had managed to shock and confuse Spencer more than she'd ever done. There was a tiny part of Spencer that was intrigued too, but he squashed it. It was weird. "She... Told her what? Wh-- why does she want her boyfriend to date another guy?" he asked, almost whispering, knowing confusion was plain on his face.
Kevin sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "This all started when I told her I'd been with other guys before. It was in the interest of being honest, and now I have no idea what came over me. Because then she tortured me until I told her the sort of guy I like." He glanced at Spencer, then away. "Which is you. She seemed very excited about that." He was studying his coffee cup now, very carefully. "I should have known she never lets things go."
Spencer breathed a laugh that didn't sound all that amused, even if there was another small part of him felt a little excited that Kevin liked him. "She... did the same thing to me. With, ah, the same results. Not, ah, that I liked guys like me. That I liked guys like--" He couldn't finish, and gestured at Kevin instead. He'd been watching Kevin, but as soon as Kevin looked up, Spencer realized that his own coffee cup was pretty interesting. "So she wants you to date someone else while she's dating you? I-- I don't--" God, I don't understand this.
Kevin coughed and rubbed his hand across his face, mumbling something. When Spencer glanced at him and leaned closer to indicate he hadn't heard, Kevin cleared his throat and looked away. "Idon'tthinkdatingisexactlywhatshehadinmind," Kevin blurted.
Oh.
Oh.
Spencer felt like he'd just had all the wind knocked out of him. "You-- I-- I mean--" he stammered, and then licked his lips, gulping at his coffee and wishing it was something stronger. "I mean, it's not that I wouldn't-- I mean... you're... I like you, and-- It's just-- um..."
Kevin gave him a slightly miserable look, then turned his attention back to his coffee. "She likes to watch. She's very...kinky. God, I shouldn't tell you that about your coworker. But she started it, dammit."
Spencer didn't think he'd ever heard Kevin swear.
He cleared his throat. "Considering she's trying to arrange for us to... um... I don't think you telling me that is that far off base from what I could have assumed."
"Sorry about this," Kevin said. "I can't stop her when she gets like this. I just have to sit back and watch. And hope I don't die of embarrassment along the way."
Spencer laughed before he could stop himself, and then quieted, wondering if maybe he shouldn't have. "Sorry. Sorry," he murmured.
Kevin shot him another look and shrugged. "Hey, you know her. If anyone knows what I'm going through here, it's you." He sighed. "I would want to...you know. I mean, if it weren't for Penelope." He cleared his throat. "I don't feel comfortable with the idea of...you know, someone else...while I'm...I just...Oh, God." He broke off and buried his face in his hands.
"Someone else watching, or being with someone else when you... oh my God, why am I asking? I'm sorry." Spencer slumped back in his seat, frowning, and pressed his hand to his forehead, covering his eyes. Why hadn't he just ended this conversation? This was weird--weirder than any 'date' Spencer had ever had. "This actually is just as awkward as a blind date is supposed to be," he murmured.
Kevin gave a nervous laugh that almost sounded like a giggle. "Both, actually, but...she's getting me used to being watched." He sighed and finished his coffee. "She said she was going to meet me here, so if you want to escape seeing her..."
"You really think she's coming?" Spencer glanced out the front window of the coffee shop. "I have a feeling this was all about... us." He bit his lip. Getting him used to being watched? Spencer was finding out more than he'd ever expected to know about Garcia and Kevin's love life.
"I don't know, maybe," Kevin said. "God, Spencer, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I even told her that I'm attracted to you. I didn't mean to drag you into the weird fantasy life of Penelope Garcia."
A little thrill went through Spencer. They'd gone from Kevin liking his type, to Kevin actually being attracted to him. Spencer swallowed hard. "It's... okay. I mean, I'm, ah... flattered," he managed. Shut up, shut up, shut up; don't say it. He cleared his throat. "I like you too."
Kevin jerked a little, staring at him, then licked his lips. "You're...um, are...you're not thinking about this, are you?" he whispered.
"It's a bad idea," Spencer said automatically, but he really sort of was considering it. God, this was stupid. "I mean... I'm single, so... it doesn't matter what... what I'm thinking. Does it?"
"What do you mean?" Kevin blurted.
"I mean..." Spencer started, then realized he sounded every bit as breathless as he felt. When had that happened? "I mean that... there are no consequences for me. Other than... well... it's weird. And Garcia would see me naked, and that's weird, and..." He swallowed hard and forced himself to shut up.
"Oh. Oh. Right." Kevin cleared his throat and shook his head. "Yeah, this was a bad idea. I'll just...Look, I need to go. I'm going to make her drop this." He stood up, not quite looking at Spencer.
"Hey, um, Kevin," Spencer said quickly, hoping Kevin would turn around and look at him.
Kevin glanced at him, then squared his shoulders and met Spencer's gaze. "Yeah?"
Spencer gave him an awkward smile, glad Kevin wasn't still avoiding his gaze. "This... we're okay, right? This isn't going to be weird from now on, is it?"
Kevin took a long breath, then shook his head. "We're fine," he said. He didn't sound entirely sure, but then he cleared his throat and nodded. "We're fine. I really need to go. I'll see you later, Spencer." He smiled back at Spencer, then headed out.
*****
Penelope Garcia was nothing if not a determined woman. All the same, she thought it was kind of cute the way Kevin and Reid thought they were off the hook just because they'd had an awkward meeting at the coffee shop and had dismissed the idea. Really, neither of them knew her as well as they thought they did, if they expected her to drop the idea now that she'd realized just how hot it would be. Not to mention how happy it would make them both.
She'd been enjoying the way Reid sort of cringed whenever she came near, because it did sort of show that he knew he wasn't completely in the clear yet. She'd also been enjoying the way Morgan kept giving her curious looks, not to mention the way those looks occasionally took in Reid, too. Of course, from this point on, she was going to be the soul of discretion. She couldn't have Morgan really knowing what was going on, after all. So let him wonder. He wouldn't learn anything, and eventually he'd forget what he was wondering about.
When it came to Kevin, however, that was where it got a little more difficult. He'd confronted her, even put on that face he'd used when he talked about going to have a man to man talk with Rossi. She'd relented and apologized, told him it wouldn't happen again. He'd relaxed, but she could tell there was more to what he was thinking than what he said.
The next time she got him in bed, she mentioned Spencer... and he left. The next time, he told her to shut up but he didn't stop touching himself. He just fell silent, and it felt like a victory. He was thinking about Spencer, even if he wasn't talking.
And when it came to Kevin being in the BAU anywhere near Spencer, they both avoided each others eyes when they weren't making stilted conversation. And on more than one occasion, she caught Spencer darting furtive glances at her boyfriend.
Oh, yes. She had planted the seed, and it was taking root.
Maybe the time had come to work on Spencer a little more. After some consideration, she decided on an email, giving him a chance to come to her privately. He would know, after all, that she was fully capable of coming out and making Morgan ask more questions. Penelope knew she wouldn't do that, but Spencer didn't need to.
My bunker, as soon as you have a free minute, she wrote. And then she flipped open her laptop, pulled up Photoshop, and opened a couple of her favorite pictures of Kevin. Pictures that involved decidedly less clothing than Reid had ever seen on Kevin. Or off Kevin, as the case may be.
It wasn't very long before Spencer was knocking on her door. "Come in, my pet!" she called, and he stepped inside.
"Hey, what's up?" It was too casual. He was always fighting to seem casual around her lately, which wasn't unexpected, and completely understandable. If she liked someone else's boyfriend and they knew it, she might be uncomfortable too.
"Shut the door," she said, and he hesitated, but did it anyway.
"I need your help," she said, hiding a smile. "I'm working on a present, and I'm trying to get the graphics just right. I need your opinion."
Spencer didn't move at first, then he took a step forward, and stopped again. "We need the door shut for that?"
"Spencer, get your little Mensan butt over here and help me."
Spencer cleared his throat, but just walked over to her desk without another protest... and seemed to have a spontaneous coughing fit once he got close enough to see what was on her screen.
Penelope just lifted her eyebrows and gave him a pleasant smile. "I don't think I've got the colors quite right, do you? His eyes are such a lovely shade, and the tattoo needs to look right."
"He-- he looks fine." She saw him dart a glance at the picture, his gaze lingering for a moment, and then he breathed, "I didn't know he had a tattoo."
Oh, so Spencer liked tattoos? That was unexpected. And lucky. "Mmm-hmm," she hummed, watching him.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked, glancing away and licking his lips.
"Oh, I thought he might like a naughty little email from me, and if I--"
"That's not what I meant," Spencer interrupted. She couldn't tell if that tension in his voice was anger or desire. She knew which she hoped it was. "Why are you doing this, Garcia?"
She swiveled in her seat to face him, sighing. "I love him. He likes you, and I want him to be happy. You like him, and I can tell, so don't deny it. And I'm not threatened by that, because you don't have the same bits I do, and I know he very much appreciates my bits just like they are."
"Oh, God," Spencer breathed. He coughed. "So I'm supposed to believe this is simply a humanitarian effort?" He was looking at the picture again.
She beamed at him. "Of course it is!" Then she tilted her head. "Well, of course, I would get a little enjoyment from it myself, but really I'm doing this to make you both happy."
He licked his lips again and she had to bite back a giggle.
"Ah... this is really weird."
She snorted. "It's not weird. It's fabulousness and brilliance. It's me, honey. Don't question me."
"I can't help it!" His voice had gone up almost an octave. "Garcia, you're trying to get me to sleep with your boyfriend! You can't tell me that's not weird."
She grinned at him. "It's hot."
"It's-- it's-- you watching me having sex!" he exclaimed, and though his voice getting even squeakier, it was getting quieter as he obviously realized he didn't want to be heard.
She stood and went over to him, patting his cheek. "Don't worry, sweetie, you'll hardly even know I'm there." She beamed and leaned up to kiss his cheek, then said, "What you should really be worrying about is which one of you is going to top."
He made a jerky little movement like he wasn't sure how to react and tried to do too many things at once. "I-- if that's all, I'm going back to my desk now," he said, and didn't wait for her to say anything before he turned to leave.
"Oh, Spencer, you know that's not all," she said, her voice low, but she let him go. She'd just given the seed a little water, and she would send her completed Photoshop project to his home email, just to make sure she kept him thinking about it all day.
PART TWO
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*coughs* I mean, nice work! And Garcia is damn right, those two are HOT!
Hehe, if that's how Spencer reacts over one tat can't wait till he realizes there are more- though Mys will always wonder if the surfer one was real. It just looked tooooooo much like Starcat, lol.
And why doesn't Mys have any of her Kevin icons on this journal? Oh well, at least Mys has a couple non-Xandery Nicky icons, lol.
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