CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN: GUILTY PLEASURES !

10x17

⚠️ smut warning below!

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       "YOU GUYS! YOU GUYS! KATE HAS THE BEST NEWS!" Garcia perked up as she walked into the conference room with Kate and Morgan trailing behind her. Casey furrowed her brows at the three walking in.

"Say it before we have to do the other stuff." Garcia tells Kate. The woman looks around. "Good morning, I'm pregnant." Kate announces with a smile on her face. Casey and Spencer drop their jaws in awe along with JJ, Vivian and Rossi. Hotch even has a big smile planted on his face.

         "Kate! Congratulations!" Vivian is the first person to give Kate a big hug since she's the closest. "What?" Spencer asks happily. Both he and Casey make their way around to congratulate Kate with hugs.

         "Buona fortuna." Rossi tells as he kisses Kate's cheeks. "Congratulations again." Hotch tells. "Thank you." Kate smiles. "Congratulations." Spencer smiles, placing a hand on Kate's stomach.

        "Oh, I'm so happy for you!" Casey tells, giving Kate a giant hug. "But, hey, I'm your best friend. Hotch, Morgan and Garcia knew before me?" She joked. "Yes! Oh, my goodness." JJ gives Kate a big hug next.

        JJ immediately began to give her advice. "Okay, so when I was pregnant, I wore headphones on my belly 'cause I didn't want Henry hearing all this creepy stuff." JJ told. "Oh, yeah. I did that, too." Casey nods. "Oh, that's a good idea. What did you listen to?" Kate asks.

       "Uh, Beatles, Bee Gees. Spence insisted that he listen to Mozart." JJ told. "Spence had me listening to Mozart on repeat an hour a day, but I snuck a few of the classics in there. Anything that would be good for the ears. And the reasoning of an old soul." Casey joked.

        The women sit down together. "But I am so freaking happy for you. Now, you can have a girl and she'll have play dates with Christopher and they'll be friends forever and eventually, they'll fall in love and be so close and go to prom together and get married and we're gonna be the best freaking mothers ever." Casey trailed on and on as Kate laughed at Casey. "Well, we're not even sure if it's a girl yet. Don't get ahead of yourself." Kate told.

       "You know how to figure out if you're having a girl or a boy? If you eat more salty foods, you're having a boy and sugary foods, you're having a girl." Casey told. "And if you're having a boy, you carry a little lower. With girls, it's your entire stomach." JJ added as Vivian nodded along. "Take it from someone whose had both, it's not fun either way. Although, I had less morning sickness with my daughter." Vivian told. "I had morning sickness all the time." Casey stated. "Me too." JJ said as Vivian nodded to the women.

        Kate nods at the words Vivian, JJ and Casey have told her and Garcia stands before the team, ready to share the case. "I hate to interrupt the joy, but we really need to get to Wisconsin, also known as the lovely badger state, home of milk and cheese. Heaven to me, hell to the lactose intolerant."

      "And mosquitoes the size of an Impala, I swear on my life." Rossi added. "Oh, good to know. Okay, two weeks ago, Madison P.D. found the body of Mary Healy. Three nights ago, they discovered Donna Rayburn. And this morning, the body of Emma Ziko was discovered by her friend. They were supposed to go on a jog together. All three women had had their wrists tied to the bed with scarves, and they were sexually assaulted before they were strangled."

      "Patterns on the neck seem to be from a quarter inch rope." Spencer pointed out. "Yeah, the abrasion marks aren't very textured. The cord material could be something like nylon." JJ said, looking through the crime scene photos.

       "Madison PD found the same DNA on all three victims. And it says here that the unsub's not in CODIS." Morgan stated. "Middle class suburb. He's either a member of it or he blends in." Hotch added.

       "Burglary isn't a motive," Spencer told. "At Emma's, he ignored $200 cash on the dresser and a box full of expensive jewelry." Casey nods, "So, for him, it's about the assault. He's sadistic."

       "Any signs of forced entry?" Vivian asks. "Maybe he came in through an open window?" Kate wondered. "No to both." Morgan answered. "Maybe the unsub used a ruse to get in."

      "That's possible. Could be part of his MO. So he's less detectible." Vivian tells. "Maybe he knows when they go to sleep or he lies in wait." JJ added. "If that's the case, it would take time." Rossi pointed out. "Shows he's patient." Casey shrugged.

      "Cell phone activity shows that Emma was home for hours. Did he watch her the entire night?" Spencer questioned.

      "Whether he knows the victims or not, he's hit his stride and he's not gonna take time to cool off. Wheels up in 30." Hotch ordered the team.

       Everyone had gone into the jet. As they flown, all were ready to debrief over the case. "All three victims were born and raised in the Madison area. No priors." Hotch started. "Mary Healy was a dentist, while Donna Rayburn was a logistics manager. Both were 27 and single." JJ told.
      "And Emma Ziko, the latest victim, was a chef. She was 30 and married." Vivian said.

      "Married?" Spencer asks. "That could be an escalation to what he desires most." He then glanced towards Casey and her ring. The word 'married' sent a shiver down both of their spines. It wasn't anything to do with the case. It mostly had to do with the fact that in all honesty — they forgot they were both supposed to be getting married. Casey had been pushing the date back and Spencer was willing to wait but at the same time, they were both equally scared to commit. They knew they loved each other and that nothing could ever stand in their way, but the marriage part seemed to scare them a bit. For now, they kept quiet.

      "They lived three miles from each other, but their social and work lives don't overlap." Kate tells. "So then the neighborhood itself might be the connection to him." JJ figures. "Getting in and out of a house undetected is tricky. We still haven't ruled out a ruse." Hotch tells.

      "With this combo of balls and skill, it can't be his first time killing." Rossi stated. "And Garcia should search for any past high risk victims in the area." Morgan told.

      "We should see if any of the victims were in phone contact with the unsub." Casey told. "Could be text threads or online chatting we have to go through."

      "All right, Dave, you, Vivian and Reid go to the medical examiner. Morgan and Kate go to the newest crime scene. And JJ, Willows and I will interview friends and family at the station." Hotch decided. Casey nodded towards JJ and then back at Hotch. "Got it, boss." She said.

        Once they landed, they'd gone their separate ways. Casey, JJ and Hotch had interviewed the friends and family and discovered no overlap between the victims. At the house, Morgan and Kate discovered that their recent victim had been cheating on her husband with another man and they were sending intimate texts to one another. Reid, Vivian and Rossi had discovered that their unsub had only cared about the fantasy with erotic asphyxiation and that the unsub was only satisfying his own urges with the sexual pleasure. The team had gone back to the PD to discuss what they all found.

        "Six hours is a long time, especially when it's late and quiet, for someone to be held and no one to hear anything." Hotch told. "Cell records tell us they communicated a lot in the weeks leading up to the murders." JJ added. "What if the victims didn't know they were in trouble?" Kate questioned. "It's all about the sexual pleasures to both parties. We know he gains their trust. And with Emma's husband out of town... this could only suggest they were aware of the act, just not to their deaths." Casey explained.

       "Looks like the alarm wasn't armed that night." Morgan told. "Vernon said he made sure that Emma always set it, especially when he was out of town." Morgan stated. "She did, except for last night." Kate is confused, "The one night she doesn't, she ends up dead?"

       "I think she knew the unsub was coming." Vivian concluded. "Casey was right, they're aware of the act because he gains their trust. But once he has them comfortable..." Hotch finishes off, "He goes for the kill."

        "Finally," Casey replied. "Someone who listens to my theories."

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        The next morning, another body was found and so Hotch had sent both JJ and Casey to go and check out the crime scene. Casey had come into the house to speak with JJ after looking through what she found. "The victim's name is Lynn Boyd, she was also married, just like Emma Ziko. Looks like he's finally settling on a type."

       "Yeah, dating sites like Ashley Madison suggest married people are more likely to cheat with other married people." JJ told. "Mutual destruction of a marriage." Casey commented, looking through the drawers. "Yeah. One party's less likely to confess if they know it could hurt them, too." JJ added on.

      "But even with this set-up, people still have their hearts broken." Casey looks at a frame that's set down of the married couple. "It's only human. Just have to do it very quietly." JJ then looks under the bed.

      "If Emma was gonna stray, she'd probably do it with a married man, which means most likely that this guy's married." Casey looked over at the desktop beside her as JJ begins to read something aloud. "'He feeds on my humiliation, imploring me to beg. My inner tigress whispers, 'Don't let him have all the fun. Free yourself.'" Casey slowly turns towards JJ.

      "'I feel myself curl with excitement.'"
      "... curl with excitement.'" Casey finishes off as JJ also finishes.

       "I've read that before. Where have I heard that before?" JJ holds a copy of a book called 'Bare Reflections'. "Bare Reflections. That was one of my favorite books back when I was in college. I'm starting to reread it again." Casey explained.

      "Wait a second..." Casey looked back at the bed and at the ropes and came up with a steady conclusion. "The bindings, the silk scarf, the rough sex. He's using Bare Reflections to choose his victims." Casey grabs her phone from her pocket to call Garcia.

      "I'm all yours. Give it to me." Penelope pauses. "Wait, sorry, fair maiden, I meant that in the 'how can I help you?' way, not in the-- 'cause you're super lovely and you're with the boy genius and— And I'm on speaker, aren't I?" Both JJ and Casey chuckle.

       "Garcia, what can you tell us about the romance novel Bare Reflections?" JJ asks. "Other than the fact that it's very popular." Casey added.

        "Like the fair maiden said, it is indeed very popular. And let me see. Typing and checking and typing and... it is way more popular than I thought."

       "How popular?" Casey asked.
       "Uh, like cultural phenomenon. Like, licensed products, like red silk scarves and lingerie. And, ooh, my personal favorite is a baby onesie that says 'Nine months ago, my mom read Bare Reflections' which is super creepy and weirdly cute." Casey chuckled, "Remind me to get that for Chris. I wonder if they come in a size 3." She joked, but clearly JJ couldn't tell because she scolded — "Casey."
         "I'm joking," Casey said. "Spencer would probably kill me if I did that."

        "If this book is mainstream now than it was back then, then his victim pool is large." Casey told. "It wasn't popular back then when you read it in college?" JJ asked. "Honestly, no. I was probably the only one on campus that had a copy." Casey stated. "It's weird how things can get popular real quick. Garcia, did any of the other victims besides Lynn own a copy?"

      "Uh, let's see. Mary Healy had it on her tablet. Donna Rayburn check it out of the library twice. Emma and Lynn both purchased copies locally. And, hey, a lot of the saucy texts are direct quotes from the book. Oh, speaking of texts. I pulled from them that he met Mary via message board, Donna at a coffee shop, Emma at the gym, and Lynn, he met Lynn using a fake profile on a discrete dating website for married people." Garcia explained.

      "Thanks, Garcia." Casey tells before hanging up. "Profile?" JJ asks, holding up the book. Casey nods, "Don't bother taking hers. I got my own copy we can use." She assures. "You brought the book with you?" JJ asks. "To catch up on some light reading while no one's around." Casey added.

        "I never took you for someone that reads romance novels." JJ told. "Yeah, well, college me was all about it. But soon enough, it kind of felt embarrassing to read those types of books in public so they started becoming one of my guilty pleasures. I've probably read at least three novels this entire year." Casey stated. "Why'd you stop?" JJ asked. "Well, one reason was that with a new baby, I kinda don't have time to read as much. And with our job."

        JJ furrowed her brows. "And the second reason?" She asks. "I have a boy genius that can tend to my needs whenever I need it." JJ's face scrunched up. "Oh. Ew." She said. "You asked." Once they head back into the SUV, Casey continues.

        "You know, they never tell you how good nerds are in bed."
       "Please stop talking. I'll pay you $30 if you can just stop talking. Please."

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       After delivering the profile, Casey had gone down to go and get her and Spencer some coffee. When she got back, she had come back to discover that her copy of Bare Reflections was on the table in front of Spencer, only it was open and he was halfway done with it. "What are you doing?" Casey questioned almost immediately, panic lingering in her voice.

        Spencer looked up. "Reading the book." He answered. "Why?" Casey asked. "I wanted to see if this unsub was following everything the characters were doing." He said. "Oh." Casey said, sitting down next to him and handing his cup of coffee over to him.

         "You know, I never took you as someone to read romance novels all the time." Spencer spoke, sounding like JJ a couple of hours before. "Well, that's 'cause I don't anymore, Spencer. That was more of my thing back then. I was only re-reading Bare Reflections just to see if I still wanted to keep it." Casey had been going through a few romance novels one at a time to see if she still wanted to keep them or donate them to their nearest library. Since she hadn't had time to read anymore, she decided that maybe the books should have another home to belong to or rather a library to perch on.

         "So... you're not at all interested in the romantic... parts of the book?" Spencer asked. "Well..." For the first time in a while, Casey was left speechless. "In ways."

         Spencer scooted closer to her. "In ways?" He asked, placing a hand on her back. Casey's eyebrows raised because she knew Spencer was starting something that he could not finish. And she couldn't either, in worries her team could walk in at any moment. "Well... when I say in ways... I mean... that..."

        "That you like asphyxiation like Amber Stone." Spencer began to rub her back as he referred to the submissive character in the book and Casey looked at his eyes. "Do you think you're like Amber Stone, babe? More of the, uh, submissive type, you think?" He asked as he began to trail his hand down to Casey's thigh.

        "When I say 'in ways'," Casey spoke. "I meant that, I don't see myself as an Amber Stone..." Spencer put a hand on her thigh. "But more of a Carson Bare." She referred to the more dominant character.

        Spencer pulled away for a second. "Really?" He asked and Casey then grabbed onto Spencer's tie, causing him to gasp slightly as she did so. "Really." She smirked. "Which means that you'd be Amber Stone and that you... like asphyxiation." Spencer's cheeks flushed in a blush. "Am I right?" Spencer chuckles slightly, "You're not wrong, per se."

         Casey's hand made it up towards his neck but she couldn't get very far once the detective and Rossi had walked into the room and Casey and Spencer separated and both cleared their throats. "Oh, uh— oh.. the-the-there's not a single mention of erotic asphyxiation anywhere." Spencer told as Rossi walked in.

        "It's the unsub's fetish, then. He's a charmer that knows that some people lose themselves in the moment and others stop at nothing to please their partners." Casey looked over at Spencer as he began to speak. "Somehow he makes his victims feel safe enough to abandon their hard limit."

      "What's a hard limit?" The detective asks.

      "It's a common BDSM practice. Hard limits are anything that's an automatic no-go. It differs by person and taste." Casey nods, "And a soft limit is an action in which a submissive hesitates or places strict conditions on."

      "I had no idea that world had so many regulations. Where does he find somebody like-minded?" The woman asks.

       "In Bare Reflections, Carson Bare takes Amber to a event called a munch." Casey tells.
       "Which is?"
       "According to the book, it's a social gathering for people interested in BDSM." Spencer follows.
       "Where the heck do you find that?"
       "We should call Garcia." Casey suggests.

       Rossi holds his phone up, "I found one." Casey furrows her brows at the man as well as Spencer. "How you found one that quickly, I'm not gonna ask." Casey comments.

        Rossi shuts his phone off and places it in his pocket, "Let's go grab Kate and head on over." Casey nods at the man then looks back at Spencer, squeezing his thigh with her hand quickly, leaving him to bite back a whimper as she then heads out with Rossi.

         Once Rossi, Kate and Casey had gotten there, they had talked to the woman in charge of the munch gatherings. They had informed them of who they were and what they were there for. But this question ended off with dead ends. "I'm sorry, but I've never seen them." The woman told.

       "Well, what type of women do you see most?" Kate asks. "High-powered professionals," The woman answers. "After barking orders all day, they need a submissive outlet."

       "And how has Bare Reflections influenced the scene?" Casey questions. "By completely ruining it." The woman tells. "Interest in the munch I host has gone up."

       "Wait, that's a good thing, isn't it?" Kate asks. "It's amateur hour. They flaunt their red scarves and they act like Carson Bare is real. My group is a safe haven for true dialogue."

      "And instead, you see desperate soccer moms looking to impress their friends." Kate tells. "Don't forget the wine moms." Casey added.

      "Exactly," The woman nods. "They've taken over. They act all risqué, but they really aren't. And they ignore our rules."

       "'Cause despite its popular image as dark and orgiastic, BDSM play has complex rituals, roles and dynamics that frame the experience. Am I right?" Rossi questions, making Casey and Kate look at one another and then back at Rossi. They felt like two teenage girls out with their grandfather.

       "Yes." The woman nods as she smiles. "We feel the key ingredients of good BDSM play-- communication, respect, trust-- result in the same connection to body and self found in positive traditional sex." Casey nodded in that understanding.

       "So the end result is like yoga. Sort of." Kate comments, making Casey smirk.

     "Has anyone come in wanting to discuss breath play?" Rossi questioned. "No," The woman answered. "That topic's forbidden, and any attempt gets a lifetime ban."

     Rossi then handed his card to the woman. "Well, if you hear something, please let us know." She nods, "I will."

     When she walks away, both Kate and Casey give Rossi a look. Rossi looks back at them and notices. "What? I dabbled my senior year."

    "Ah, college."
    "Ah, high school."

     Rossi walks away from the two and Kate and Casey look at one another and shudder as they follow behind him.

      "A group like this should have been a haven for the unsub's recruitment, but it wasn't." Rossi explained and noticed that Kate had something on her mind. "Hey, are you okay? I didn't mean to weird you out."

       "Yeah, now that you mention it, Rossi, sometimes your knowledge on topics like this really scare me." Casey tells as Kate chuckles, "Sorry. I just can't shake the idea of no high-risk victims. I mean, you must have, right?"

      "Garcia checked the Madison area and found nothing." Rossi says. "So, what if the victims were all outside the Madison area?" Kate suggests. "Well, there's a chance for that. We should look into it." Casey nods in agreement.

       The three head back and call Garcia to see what she can look up. "Looking for past high-risk victims outside of Madison is completely ingenious, because now we're getting somewhere. I mean, fool me once and all that, but don't worry, you're not going to be able to fool me twice, because I'm going to get you!" Garcia rambled and practically finished in a growl.

      "Garcia." Hotch said, wanting her to stay on task. "I think we need her drug tested again." Casey comments, leaning towards Spencer, who practically snickered at her comment.

      "Sorry, sir. I'm just, I'm super pumped because I've used my complete and total bad-assery-ness to bust a move through layers of local legal bureaucracy, and I have learned that Sarah young, a street prostitute in St. Paul-- say that five times fast-- was murdered last year."

       "And I bet she was strangled during a rendezvous." Kate guessed.

       "Me oui. And get this-- two other prostitutes, both strangled with nylon rope, turned up 8 and 15 years ago. One in Iowa City, the other in rural Illinois."

      "He knew crossing state lines would make it more difficult to link the crimes." Hotch tells. "That's a very different cooling off period." Vivian comments. "I wonder what was so special about those dates."

      Spencer turned to the board behind him. "First kills were in 2000, 2007, and then he went dormant until last year. What triggers him?"

     "Deaths in the family?" Hotch guessed. "He could keep losing jobs." The detective guessed next.

      "These are sex crimes, so what interferes with sex drive?" Kate leads the team to guess until she says: "Children." Both Spencer and Casey look at another and are pretty happy with the fact even their own child doesn't interfere with that. "The addition of a child would disrupt even the happiest of couples."

        Both Spencer and Casey raise an eyebrow at one another and Kate furrows her brow at them. "Oh, gross, you two!"

       "Not only the addition of a child would disrupt it. More specifically, the births. What if each of these kills corresponds to the births of the unsub's own children?" Spencer questions.

       "Garcia, how many men in the hunting zone had a child in 2000?" Hotch questioned.

       There's a pause from Garcia. "I'm slicing through hospital records. In 2000, sixteen area men, Caucasian in that age range, had their first child, and because I know what the follow up question is going to be, five of them had their second child 8 years ago."

     "And again last year?" Hotch asks.

     "Hmm... two lucky fellas."

      "Were either one of them busted for something like peeping or exposure?" Vivian asks.

       "Yes and no. There's a Patrick John Murphy, he's a physical therapist. Here's the thing-- he was never actually arrested. I do have some sealed family court docs, though, that I'm about to unseal and learn..." Garcia gasps. "Oh, when he was twelve, he witnessed his neighbor strangle his wife to death in a sex game gone bad."

       "Even though he was only a witness, that moment created a single event imprint on his love map and probably started his interest in breath play." Spencer figured.

       "Is his wife interested in BDSM?" Hotch asks Garcia next. "Uh, no, it doesn't look like it. The Murphys have been in and out of couples therapy for years."

       "The therapy rollercoaster may have been due to intermittent periods of frustration then bliss surrounding the murders." Spencer tells. "And his urges increase during periods of non-intimacy." Casey adds.

      "If the unsub's trigger was the birth of his kids, why change the victimology and accelerate the kills now?" Kate asks. "I think the guilt he's felt has been alleviated by Bare Reflections and the intense female interest in it has justified his impulses." Spencer explained.

      "Garcia, we need addresses."
      "Of course, I just sent them to you."

      So, JJ, Casey and Spencer, along with police, had gone to the Murphy household. They broke through the door and walked through the house. "FBI!" A woman stood up, it was most likely Mrs. Murphy, the wife of the unsub.

     The woman stood up in fear with her hands up. "Stacy Murphy, where is your husband?" JJ questioned.

      After sitting her down, Casey and JJ explained the situation to her, she almost didn't believe it. "Patrick is a great dad. There's no way that--"

     "Had he ever mentioned the book Bare Reflections?" Spencer asks. "I just borrowed a copy from our nanny. But what does that have--?"

     "Where is she now?" Casey asks. "At home studying. What does Charlotte--?" JJ interrupts her this time. "Mrs. Murphy, we need her address. Patrick could be..." JJ couldn't even finish the sentence for the sake of Mrs. Murphy. "Oh, God!"

       After calming her down, they had gotten the address and sent it the rest of the team.

       Luckily, they found the man before he could harm the nanny and saved his daughter because she caught him in the act of it. Stacy Murphy had arrived just in time to hold her daughter and to see the rotten bastard get put away by Morgan.

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      After they had gotten home, Casey immediately dressed out of her clothes and into something more comfortable. Casey walked into the bedroom, wearing a satin silk lavender dress that she had just recently bought. Spencer looked up for a second and then redirected his attention back on Casey and the dress and her body... she knew he liked that color on her.

      Clearing his throat, he went back to Casey's copy of Bare Reflections and Casey chuckled. "Hey, doc. You're really still reading that book?" She questioned, sitting behind him and hugging his torso. "I can't help it, it's actually interesting once you get past the... you know." He told.

      Casey began to kiss at his neck. "You know what else is interesting?" She began trail up and down his button up shirt with her hands but he couldn't keep his damn eyes off the book. "What's that?" He asked.

      She moved his hair out of the way and laid perfectly good kisses on his neck and began to unbutton his shirt. "That Chris is with JJ and Will for the night... and we're... alone." Casey said, placing a kiss anywhere she could. On his back, his shoulder, his neck again.

      Casey quickly got behind him and began to unbutton his shirt slowly. "And we... can do... whatever... we... want." She said each time she unbuttoned the shirt and ran her hands down his skin and all of a sudden, the book drops from Spencer's hands and he's entranced with the touch of his fiancée.

      "I thought you were more interested in the book, baby." Casey smirked. "Screw the book. What do you have in mind?" Spencer asks and Casey could practically hear the smirk on his face. "A few things. One in particular." She leans towards his ear and whispers: "Close your eyes."

      Spencer does as he's told and Casey digs into her drawer and gets out the one thing that always seems to get Spencer excited in the bed.

     A blindfold.

     Casey had been well aware of his little kink with blindfolds. She promised him that she'd make them fun for him again after a tormenting story he told her about a girl that embarrassed him in front of the entire senior class. And soon enough, she made it fun again.

     They'd only use the blindfold during special occasions — like his birthday for example. But Casey was in the mood and when she was in the mood, it was hard for Spencer to say no (not that he wanted to anyways) because she always did the things he liked. They'd tried the blindfold thing with her but she wasn't nearly as into it as he was. It kept him guessing.

      "Okay, love," Casey starts. "I have a blindfold in my hand right now and I need you to tell me if you're okay with this, okay?" Spencer nods but that isn't enough for Casey. "With your words, babe." Spencer answers almost immediately. "Yes, yes, 100%. I'm okay with it. More than okay."

       Casey chuckles, "Okay, greedy boy." She places the blindfold around his eyes and ties it behind his head. He's now sitting at the edge of the bed because Casey had moved him over a little bit.

       The woman stands in front of her fiancé. "You can't see me at all, can you?" She asks. Spencer shakes his head. "Nope." Casey nods, "Good."

       Spencer could honestly not see anything with the blindfold over his eyes. He's also closed his eyes inside of the blindfold too to not cheat. That's what Casey liked about him. He never cheated when it came to playing her games. He hears shuffling and then her Casey's voice below him along with his belt coming undone. "Color?" She asks.

      Everyone's well aware of the color system when it came to sex. Red for stop, Yellow for slow down and green for go. In this case, Spencer's color was — "Green, green, very green."

      Casey undos Spencer's belt and can already see his member begging to come out of his pants. Casey had unzipped the zipper and his dick sprung free. Casey placed a hand on it, stroking it, moans immediately escaping Spencer's mouth the minute she placed a hand on him. "Ah— fuck..." It was rare that Casey heard obscenities coming from his mouth. He never did that.

     "Just let me know if you want me to stop." Casey breathed and placed her mouth on him, making his hips jerk up a bit in her mouth as she did so. He groaned, biting his lip to stifle his moans. "Oh... oh... Casey..."

       She smirked against him as she bobbed her head up and down on him all while using her hand to go up and down his shaft as she did so. Spencer had been gripping the sheets under him as he felt the pleasure Casey had given him. He finally pushed the shirt he was wearing off of himself and writhed under Casey. This was heaven. He was convinced he died and went to heaven and Casey was an angel welcoming him. But the thing that really got him riled up was when Casey swirled her tongue around his tip and heard her moaning against him. And that was enough to get Spencer to jerk his hips towards Casey's mouth over and over as he lost control as he came inside her mouth.

       Casey removed her mouth from his shaft and swallowed his hot sticky cum down her throat. She stood up, taking her underwear off from under her nightgown. She wiped her mouth and Spencer felt her climb on top of him, straddling him with a leg at each side of his thighs.

      She had given him a moment to recover once she settled herself on him. "You okay?" Casey asks, it coming out in a whisper. "Yeah, I am. Are you?" He asks and Casey nods, "Yeah."

      Casey looks down. "Your color still green?" Spencer nods, "Very green." Casey smirks to herself. "Needy boy." She chuckled, taking her index finger and lifting Spencer's chin up and she leaned forward to kiss him.

      He practically devoured her, slipping a tongue inside of her mouth. She moaned against his mouth as she placed her hands and tugged his messy curls, getting him to moan as well. She knew he also had a thing for getting his hair pulled.

       Her hand then went from his hair to his face to his neck and she wrapped her hands around his throat, making him breathe only a little air. He groaned and Casey could feel the vibration of it around her hands. "You like this, baby? Huh? You like it when you're under me like this?" She asked. If this blindfold were off, she'd see his eyes probably roll to the back of his head.

      Casey finally released her hand from his throat. "Can I take this off now? I want to see you." Spencer told, almost pulling the blindfold off. "No." Casey pulled the blindfold back down. "You know better. Leave it on until I cum." She tells. "You're lucky I didn't bind your hands together." Spencer sighs but he knows to follow the rules.

       Casey had then grabbed his sensitive member from beneath her, causing Spencer to involuntarily moan as Casey placed him right in between her entrance and she began to slowly sink down on him, the feeling making both Spencer and Casey moan.

       Spencer placed a reassuring hand on Casey's cheek and she could feel him looking at her in reassurance even while he was blindfolded. "You're doing good." He praised. "So... so good."

      "Just-just-just start moving whenever you're ready. Take your time." Spencer assured as he fell backwards into the bed and gripped at her thighs with his hands so she wouldn't fall over. He knew she had thing for him gripping at her thighs with his hands.

        Casey began to slowly sink herself up and down on him and one of Spencer snaked towards Casey's face, a thumb rubbing right under her eye and making its way to her mouth, and she parted her lips a bit to let him in. He stuck his thumb and put it right on her tongue as she sucked on his thumb and he could've cum right then and there if we wanted to. But he wanted to wait for Casey so they could cum together.

        He felt as Casey had gone faster and was now practically bouncing on him. Spencer took this as a sign to remove his thumb from her mouth and to start rubbing her clit with his thumb.

       With that extra friction between her legs, Casey rode Spencer faster and faster. "Spencer!" She moaned as Spencer had sat back up and she wrapped her body around his and scratched his back and she was sure she was going to be leaving marks.

        He wrapped his arms around her lower body and Casey pulled away for brief minute and realized he still had the blindfold on. "Let's get this off of you." She said, his honey eyes blinking a few times before taking in the sight in front of him. "I want you to look me in the eyes while I make you cum." She practically growled.

      Spencer had taken sight of her body from all angles. She was perched right on his dick, watching as it disappeared inside of her - in and out. She was still wearing the silk, lavender nightgown and her blue eyes were dark and desperate - which was an amazing combination in his eyes. He could stare at her eyes for hours.

       And finally, it snapped. He pulled out quickly enough to spurt his cum right onto her thighs. Casey took a breath and had fallen right next to him in bed.

       "I'm sorry..." She mumbled. "I got a bit carried away, didn't I?" Spencer chuckles, "No, not at all." He said, facing towards her. "I loved that." He cupped her cheek and she smiled at him. "We need to use that blindfold more often." He joked and Casey laughed a bit. "Definitely."

      Casey looked up at the ceiling and didn't realize that Spencer had left her side and had come back from the bathroom with a warm washcloth in his hands. He knelt down and placed his hands on Casey's thighs as he began to lick the mess off of her thighs. Casey moaned at the sensitivity. "I'm sorry, love. I'm just cleaning you up." Spencer told, then taking the washcloth to her thighs.

     "I should be the one doing that." Casey told, sitting up a bit. "Hey, don't sit up. It's okay." Spencer assured. "Just let take care of you."

     "Okay, but I need to go and take care of myself in the bathroom. I'm sure you can give me a fact about UTIs." Casey told. "Urinating after sex does prevent UTIs. You need help going to the bathroom?" He asked, moving a bit so she could stand. "I think I got it." She assured, sitting up.

      Needless to say, Casey indeed needed help going to the bathroom and Spencer had smirked to himself knowing he caused this but all Casey could give him was a playful glare. "Wipe that smirk off your face before I smack it off." She said through gritted teeth. "Oh, please do." Spencer said.

      After that, the two had headed back to bed. Casey cuddled up with Spencer in their bed as they talked and talked. Spencer couldn't believe just how lucky he was to have found Casey. Every minute they talked, laughed, cried. Every single time, he felt so privileged to be a part of her life. And her, him. Casey could never imagine her life without Spencer and was so lucky to have someone as great as him by her side. To love her the way she deserved to be loved. And she was lucky she had found someone that would never ever give up on her no matter what wrong doing she had caused. He swore to love her until the whole world fell apart.

      Towards the end of the night, Spencer began to read to Casey to sleep of a story he memorized in his head and she had fallen asleep to his voice.

     Now he knew where Christopher got it from.

      He stayed up the rest of the night as he watched her sleep, kissing her forehead every ten minutes and whispering 'I love you' to her. Little did he know, she heard it almost every single time.

HEHEHEHE I LOVE TUMBLR FOR MAKING ME THE WAY THAT I AM LMAO
figured smut would be fitting for an episode called 'breath play' and y'all KNOW spencer is definitely into some freaky shit Y'ALL KNOW HE IS DONT LIE
he's definitely not a dom BUT HE'S INTO SOME SHIT

also casey can dom me any day tbh

also also
MY SPENCER REID SHIRT CAME IN TODAY AND OMG IM NOT TAKING IT OFF AT ALL
it's early s12 reid because he was so freaking adorable before everything happened🥺 (i hate that emoji)

anywayssss
thank you all for reading
i really hope you enjoyed that!!!
i love you all!!
-mya </333