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Chapter 1B

Hi all! Here is a little appetizer to get ready for what will be coming next week! It's very short, so it's not a full chapter. Hope you like it! Warnings: kissing, nerdiness

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As soon as we cross the door of the bar, his body pushes me against the brick wall of the building. He grabs my cheeks with his big hands and kisses me with a ferocity I didn't think someone like him would have. His lips are the waves of a sea storm crashing against a fishing boat: angry, merciless, beautiful. I kiss him back with a neediness I didn't know I had. It has been too long since I have been kissed, and even longer since I have been kissed like this. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and when I lightly grab the curls at the back of his neck he lets out a guttural moan, so low it's almost inaudible. The next thing I feel is his teeth sucking on my bottom lip, his tongue looking for mine, asking for a dance. And dance we do. It's cold out, but all I feel is the fiery heat of his body on mine. His growing erection brings out a primal hunger buried deep inside of me, and I can feel it crawl between my legs. I don't know how much longer I can take it, but I don't want him to move his lips away from mine. I pull him closer, trying to show him my impatience, the need I have to have him in me. He moves his hands behind my head, lightly grabbing my hair before breaking the kiss, and I almost pout. He rests his forehead against mine, my lips left burning. We stay like this for what seems like an eternity, the air of the night between us blending with our breaths chilling my lips, his eyes devouring me. I need him to say something, to grab my hand and rush me to his apartment like our lives depended on it. Finally, he breaks the silence between us. "If we were both parts of a fraction, I would wanna be the numerator because I like to be on top." The veil of desire wrapping us together shatters when I explode in a loud laugh. This was the last thing I expected to hear after a kiss like that, and I can't believe I love it, it is almost fitting. He scratches the back of his neck, cheeks red from the kiss, or maybe the awkwardness. I grasp for air between laughs, covering my face with my hands to try to regain composure. Finally, I manage to catch enough breath to say something back. "I have always liked denominators better anyways." He chuckles, seemingly relieved that I don't want to run away after his nerdy joke, but if anything, he made me want him more. "Now let's go before I change my mind." I tell him. He nods with a smile and grabs my hand, leading the way. These are going to be the longest five minutes of my life.

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ssareiddiculous · 5 months

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Chapter 1

Warnings: alcohol consumption

"To your new life!" my best friend Amelia lifts her martini glass between us.

I take my drink and clink it with hers: "To my new life!".

We have just finished moving all my stuff into my new apartment and are celebrating at a bar nearby. For the first time in my life, I am looking forward to Monday.

I have spent the past five years working as an undercover agent for the FBI and loved every second of it. I loved becoming another person, assuming the name and life story of a totally made-up human I had to bring to life. I loved waltzing between personalities, cover jobs, passions, and hobbies. What's more, I was doing it to catch the evilest criminals in the world. I lived for the rush I felt every time I was able to extrapolate information or click the handcuffs on their wrists. I loved that I could live in so many places in the world.

For the past year, however, I felt it start weighing on my shoulders more and more. The rush of successfully completing a mission had started to last less every time. When I caught the last criminal a month ago, I felt nauseous at the thought of having to start a new undercover mission. New name. New country. New chase. I used to be so excited about the new possibilities it'd bring, but now I wasn't sure I could do it anymore.

On a cold January night in Prague, Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner from the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI called, offering me a position on his team, and I didn't have to think twice before accepting. I was ready to live a life where I didn't have to constantly look over my shoulder, scared somebody could suspect who I really was. I didn't have to live in a Bureau provided house decorated to the taste of the person I was portraying at that moment. I could finally have my own apartment and decorate it as I wanted, with light-colored furniture and many plants. I was so glad I could finally tell Amelia what my real job was, and I was happy I could live closer to her. I was ready to put down roots. When I landed in DC, I felt like my life was finally going to be exciting again.

"Oh my God, Y/n!" Amelia's voice snaps me back to reality. "I swear what is probably the hottest man I have ever seen just walked in!"

I roll my eyes with a laugh: "You see The Hottest Man You Have Ever Seen-" I draw quotation marks in the air with my fingers-"probably two times a day."

She looks at me with the most serious expression her drunk brain could produce: "I am not kidding. Omg, don't look!". She stops me before I can turn my head completely. "I think they are coming here. Okay, act normal!".

I give her a side look and giggle. It's probably a good thing that I am starting to feel the three lemon drop martinis I have downed so far.

"I just want to be upfront and say that I visually enjoy you."

A tall guy wearing a shirt two sizes too small stretches out his hand to Amelia: "Hi, I'm Derek, and the pretty boy right here is Spencer." His friend lifts his hand to say hi, keeping his lips tightly closed together in an embarrassed smile.

My friend looks at Derek and shakes his hand: "I'm Amelia, and this is Y/n." Derek shakes my hand, too, but he is obviously more interested in Amelia. He strikes up a conversation with her, creating a bubble between the two of them from which the other guy and I are excluded. She seems to be very much enjoying the attention, but I check in on her anyways. She winks at me with a smile. She's okay, so now it's just me and the other guy. The silence is awkward, the music of the bar bumping in my ears. I guess I should probably talk to him. I try very hard to remember his name. Steven? No. Shane? Doesn't sound right. Whatever, I'll make it work.

I turn around and he is still standing exactly where Derek left him, hands in his pockets, looking at his shoes. I run my eyes from his feet to his head. He is tall and lean, with curly hair falling to his ears. He is wearing a slim black suit that looks custom-made, with what I think is a Comme de Garçon cardigan underneath. I can't help but notice the striking difference between him and his friend. Derek is beautiful like a Calvin Klein model, all muscles and cheekiness. Guy is beautiful like snow glistening on a moutain top. He looks like someone who would wrap me in a blanket when I'm cold and make me tea. My cheeks get flustered. He is making me nervous. What is wrong with me? I hate that he makes me feel like this and I don't even remember his name. I refuse to give in, I'll just try and wing it; it is not like I am ever going to see him again anyways, right?

I turn to him with a smile. "Would you like a drink?" He looks surprised I have even asked.

"Uhm, yeah! I, ehrm, I'll have a Brandy?" His answer sounds like a question, and his cheeks turn red. God, he's so beautiful. I order the drinks and offer him the seat next to me.

"Would you like to join me? It looks like our friends will be busy for a while." I point at Amelia and Derek with my thumb. They are giggling at some joke he made, and their bodies are very close. Guy nods and gives an embarrassed smile, sitting next to me.

I feel rude asking for his name, so I just introduce myself again. "I'm Y/n." I smile and my eyes meet his. I was expecting him to move them away quickly, but, surprisingly, he holds my gaze. Intriguing. His big chocolate eyes are mesmerizing and I feel sweat forming on my palms. Fuck. I give him half a smirk and he breaks eye contact.

"I'm Spencer," he replies with a slight smile. His voice is deep and mellifluous, even if a bit slurred. Oh, so that's what his name was. I like it. I don't know if it is just the alcohol goggles speaking, but he had to barely say a word get me hooked. He clears his throat and takes a sip of his drink and the sight of his lips on the glass is the closest thing to porn I've seen in months, his eyes are on me when he swallows. I feel very,very warm.

"So, are you guys celebrating anything special tonight?" I make sure to bat my eyelashes. I don't know if I look seductive or absolutely ridiculous, but at this point, I am so drunk I don't care. He fidgets with his long fingers, and I find myself hypnotized by his movements. I can see some of the veins in his big hands and notice he is wearing a watch. I really can't explain it, but wearing a watch is the most attractive thing a man can do. He is a walking jackpot, at least for the night, and I'm all in.

"We were just hitting the bars with our friends. Derek and I were on our way home, but he insisted he absolutely needed another round." He looks amused. "What about you guys?"

"That sounds fun!" I touch his arm lightly. "I actually just moved back to DC, and Amelia helped me with the move. Derek is lucky, she's an engineer and she's really amazing. Anyways, yeah, she lives close by and..." He lets out a chuckle. I realize I have started rambling, which always happens when I'm drunk or nervous, and in this case, I am both. I can't believe that me, the most successful undercover agent of the past five years, known for being a lethal weapon of seduction, is nervous because of a pipe cleaner with eyes.

"This makes me feel better, I was scared she was gonna be a serial killer preying on hot men." Wow, a joke! It's unexpected and I let out a laugh. If he has noticed my awkwardness, it doesn't seem to bother him. I

"Why did... hold on, is that a square root of two tattooed on your arm?" He asks, genuinely surprised.

"It is indeed. My favorite irrational number." I take a sip, my eyes studying his face, waiting for the comment about my nerdiness that usually follows the tattoo reveal.

"You have a favorite irrational number?!" His eyes light up, and he seems to get excited. He even stops fidgeting. He has the cutest child-like expression of wonder on his face. I let out a laugh and swing my hand out, faking a condescending tone.

"You don't?" His eyes shine in the dim light.

"Of course I do, It's pi! Wrote my whole PhD thesis on it."

"You have a Ph.D. in Math? Me too!"

He moves on his chair, barely able to contain his excitement. "I can't believe it! What was yours on?" His voice raising a pitch, cheeks flustered.

I tell him about my research on Hilbert Spaces, while he stares at me, his eyes full of wonder and, wait, is that desire? My heart is racing faster than Schumacher at the Indianapolis Grand Prix.

We talk about this for what seem hours, but our brains are so fogged out by the cocktails we've had that we can't keep the conversation focused on the subject. I don't know how, but we somehow morph our mathematical conjectures into full-blown flirting. I guess that's what happens when two nerds meet each other. If I wasn't this turned on, I'd probably find it pretty funny.

At a certain point, I share a theory he doesn't seem to agree with. Suddenly, his tone becomes more authoritative and his voice deeper. I see his pupils dilate, turning in eyes into a midnight. I am attracted to him like iron to a magnet, and I slide closer without even noticing. For what is probably the first time in my life, I don't try to fight his opinion, actually, I am not even listening to it at all.

I absent-mindedly glance at my watch: It's almost midnight and I'm suddenly brought back to reality. I look around, there is no trace of Amelia and Derek, and the bar is mostly empty. I can feel his hand on my knee, which must have travelled there as the conversation proceeded. My skin underneath is burning, and I hope with all of myself that he is feeling the same way. I look at him, and behind his alcohol-hazed eyes I notice lust and a bit of challenge. This cocktail of math talk and lustful gazes is driving me insane. All I know is that he's extremely smart and hot and that I haven't been touched in a while. "Do you want to leave here?" my mouth blurts out before I can stop it. There you go, great job Y/n. Hope you like rejection. I try to fix the situation by looking at him seductively. At least I think that's what I look like. He looks at me with glossy eyes and a huge smile:

"Yes! My apartment is 5 minutes away if you want to go there." He seems surprised by his own words, but excited, and he doesn't stop looking at me. I let out an internal sigh of relief and hope I won't regret this later. I get up and grab his hand, stopping his nervous movements.

" Let's go."

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