D E R E K ' S P O V

Decorating your place for Halloween is one thing, but the way Penelope decorated her apartment is a whole other thing.

There isn't a single inch that isn't covered in fake cobwebs, way too realistic skeletons, perfectly carved pumpkins, bloody knife props and practically anything spooky she could get her hands on. There's so much orange and black I think I might have a headache when I leave.

But I love her attention to detail, right down to the eyeball ice cubes in the bright red and glittery concoction she just handed me in a glass skull cup.

"Witches brew," She grins, pumping her eyebrows. "Drink with caution."

I grimace, sniffing it before I slide it back over to her. "I love you, but I'm not drinking that."

I got a frantic phone call twenty minutes ago from Penelope to bring over more candy because she already ran out of it for the trick or treaters at four o'clock in the day. I've never seen her look so grateful than when I showed up at her door with various kinds of bags of candy. I'm sure she wouldn't have ran out if she gave each kid a normal amount, but I just witnessed her give a little girl three huge handfuls solely because her costume was adorable.

"So, how do I look?" Penelope asks excitedly, stepping back and twirling, giving me a good look at her costume.

Her costume fits her personality perfectly. She's dressed as a witch, a dark dress with orange and black striped stockings, a pointy hat and she has a jagged broom with straw hay at the bottom. And it wouldn't be a Penelope Garcia outfit if she didn't dress it up with matching purple accessories.

I lean back against the counter when I grin, nodding approvingly. "You, baby girl, are the sexiest witch I've ever seen."

She swoons teasingly, hand motioning towards herself. "Keep the complements coming."

"What about my costume?" I ask, straightening my tie.

"I see the vision and I like it, but.." She tilts her head to the side, pursing her lips. "It's missing something."

"Glasses?"

"Yes, glasses," She nods, disappearing into her room. She steps out a second later, handing me a pair. "You can borrow these."

I slip them onto my face, grinning. "Better?"

"Perfect. I can't wait to see his reaction," She snickers, teasingly patting her hand to my chest. She picks up the yet again empty candy bowl and makes her way to the kitchen. "Listen out for trick or treaters while I refill this?"

I nod, sitting down onto the couch. "What's the plan for tonight?" I yell out.

"Go to Spencer and Averie's for trick or treating with the kids," Penelope yells back from the kitchen. "Then go to the bar after."

"Sounds good."

My phone buzzes in my back pocket and I pull it out to find three new texts from Layla.

Layla's name in my phone is still 'slut from the bar' from when she very first gave me her number and she won't let me change it. She also added her contact photo of a hamster throwing up a peace sign. I have no idea why she did it, but she finds it funny so I'm keeping it.

"Hey," I yell out to Penelope, tucking my phone back into my jeans. "I gotta go. See you later?"

"Okay," Penelope yells back before she mutters something underneath her breath and I swear she says 'say hi to Layla for me.'

I wait for her to step back into the living room with the refilled bowl of candy. "What was that?"

Penelope looks at me like I'm crazy, raising an amused eyebrow. "I said I'll see you later."

"Right," I nod, shaking away what I thought I heard before I make my way out of her apartment.

My phone buzzes again when I'm climbing into my truck and it's not a text this time it's a picture from Layla. She's in the shower and oh my good god, soapy tits.

Needless to say, my foot is to the floor as I speed over to her apartment.

-

I now have the privilege of possessing a key to Layla's apartment.

We spend all last weekend hauled up in her apartment, watching movies, cooking, staying up laughing all night. We also broached the topic of rules in our situation and luckily she didn't have any other than don't sleep with anyone else. Pretty easy. Then she gave me her spare key to come over whenever I want.

Reality hit Monday morning when we had to go to the office for work and I didn't get to touch or kiss her all day. That's the part of this arrangement that I'm not too fond of, but hey, you win some you lose some.

Closing and locking the door behind me, I wander into her bathroom where I can hear her singing along to her playlist and sadly, I can't hear the shower running anymore.

The door is open and Layla is wrapped up in a fluffy white towel, leaning over the bathroom countertop doing her makeup in the mirror.

All in a split second Layla smiles when she sees my reflection in the mirror, then her face falls in confusion when she sees what I'm wearing, then she bursts out laughing when she realises what my costume is.

"You're dressed up as..Reid?"

I puff out my chest to extenuate my sweater vest, slip the glasses back onto my face and sweep my hand out to direct her attention to my converse and mismatched socks.

I grin, pumping my eyebrows. "How did I do?"

"It's..something," She says, still laughing. "It's definitely a change of style for you."

Chuckling, I finally walk over to her and place my hands on her hips when I pull her into me and kiss her lips. I don't think I'll ever get tired of kissing her. Her lips are so soft and she always only gives me just enough that I want more. She's a complete tease and that picture she sent earlier proves that.

"You knew you would be out of the shower by the time I got over here, didn't you?"

"Mhm," She hums, gently biting down on my bottom lip. "And if you're lucky, you might get to join me some day."

"You're a tease," I say, grabbing her ass harshly. "And you're killing me."

With a satisfied smile, Layla turns in my arms, focusing back on the mirror to continue her makeup. "I know."

I'm a lot taller than her so my chin can rest perfectly on top of her head while I watch as she sweeps some powdery stuff across her face, dusting some different glowing powder on her cheekbones.

"Why are you doing makeup?" She looks beautiful with or without it, but it takes up precious time that I could be doing dirty things to her so right now I'm opposed to it.

A devilish smile appears on Layla's lips. "So you can ruin it later."

My eyebrows raise. There was no right answer to that question, but that was the right answer.

"Can I help?" I ask, picking up her hairbrush from the countertop. The sooner we get out of here the sooner we can get back and I can spend all night doing just that.

"Sure," She says, nodding when I bring the brush to her hair. "Be gentle—ow!"

"That hurt?" I wince, carefully sliding the brush through her hair before I sweep it over one shoulder, tucking my head into the crook of her neck. My nose skims the underside of her jaw, teeth gently nipping at the sensitive skin underneath her ear. "You better toughen up because I'll be pulling it a lot harder than that later."

Layla tries to suppress the shiver that runs through her body and her bottom lip slides between her teeth. "Is that a promise?"

Our gazes meet again and I press a hot, open mouth kiss to the base of her neck. "It's a guarantee."

Layla teasingly wiggles her body back into me because she can no doubt already feel me getting hard against her ass. She bites back an amused smile. "So, did you shave your dick?"

"No, but I shaved an L into my pubes just for you."

Layla's mouth drops open and her eyes light up with amusement when she turns to face me, hands dropping to quickly unbutton my pants and pull them open. I laugh at how gullible she is when she peaks down into my boxers and finds out that I'm lying.

"You're an idiot," She says, holding back a laugh when she shoves against my shoulder and turns back around to focus on her makeup again.

I keep my eyes on hers when I press my lips into her smooth skin, hiding my teasing smile behind her shoulder. "You think my dick is your property?"

Layla pauses from where she's leaning into the mirror and one perfect eyebrow arches. "Isn't it?"

With the look she's giving me right now, she has my balls in her hands. Metaphorically of course. Although I wish it was physically. I swallow, giving her a nod. "Yeah, I guess it is."

Layla levels me with a satisfied smile, twisting the cap back onto her mascara. "Thought so."

My hand slips through the opening of her towel and I cup her pussy, letting my words fall into a heated whisper against the shell of her ear. "You're very bold for someone who is going to be begging me to let you come later."

We've obviously only had sex once and while it was amazing, there wasn't much time for exploring. I'm dying to be inside her again, taste her for the first time and get to know her body better than my own. But with the few added times we've fooled around, I'm beginning to learn exactly where her sweet spots are and what makes her let out those ridiculously sexy moans and whimpers she makes.

Like I know when I bite down on the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder, Im rewarded with a breathy moan spilling past her lips. And when I softly kiss underneath her ear, she whimpers so quietly I almost think I imagine it.

"You need to stop doing that and saying those things," Layla says through raged breaths, squeezing her thighs together as she try's desperately to turn her attention back to her makeup. "I can't focus."

Once her hair is silky smooth and thoroughly brushed through, I carefully move it over her shoulder, raining soft kisses down the spine of her back.

My pants are still partially undone. Her towel is basically the only piece of fabric between me sliding into her. Lifting the back of her towel up, my mouth waters at the sight of her perfect ass resting against my crotch.

There's not many times in my life that I've wished I had bigger hands except for now because I wish I was able to grab it all, but I can't. Layla pays no attention to me while I palm it in my hands, slapping my hand to her ass and watching it bounce.

"Layla?"

"Hm?" She hums, brushing some lip gloss across her lips.

"Why am I not fucking you right now?"

Layla raises an amused eyebrow. "Besides the fact that I can't take you seriously dressed like that?"

I hold my hands up. "I can have these clothes off in three seconds tops."

Layla laughs at me, grabbing my hands to stop where they're already tearing off my clothes. "We will never make it out of the apartment if we start now and we both agreed to go out tonight."

I sigh, rolling my eyes because she's right. As fun as a quickie would be right now, I don't want to rush anything this time. I want her begging and pleading before I even touch her and we don't have time for that considering we need to be leaving in about ten minutes. It would look suspicious if we're the only two that don't show up tonight.

"Fine," I say, defeated. "But I deserve some kisses for my patience."

"Not happening," She says, slapping her hand over my mouth when I try to capture her lips.

"What?" I mumble into her palm, confused. "Why not?"

Layla gives me a duh look, wagging her finger in a circle around her lips. "Lipgloss. You can't smudge it."

My mouth drops open. "You mean no kisses?"

Layla giggles quietly when she gives me the faintest touch of her lips against mine and it's not nearly enough. Her eyes glimmer with amusement. "You're cute."

Before I get a chance to respond, she's ushering me out of the bathroom, through her bedroom and pushes me outside the door into the living room.

"Wait here," She says, closing over the bedroom door. "I'm changing into my costume."

I've already seen every inch of her body, but I get that she wants her dramatic reveal. She wouldn't tell me all week what her costume was, only telling me it was 'short and slutty', her words, not mine. Either way, I know it will be a win.

My back sinks into the couch and I tilt my head back, resting my neck against the soft cushions while I stare blankly at the ceiling, waiting.

My head raises when the door reopens to find Layla standing before me in a white and purple Northwestern University football jersey. It's slightly oversized, hitting mid thigh where the smooth skin of her legs meet the matching coloured knee high socks.

"Do you like it?" She asks, clearly satisfied with my speechlessness as she turns around, displaying the number 53 sprawled across the back. My jersey number when I played football in that college.

All of the blood in my body rushes to my dick and I blink, drinking in the mental image and storing it away. I'm not even sure if I can say anything yet.

When she had asked me during a casual conversation last week what number I was when I played college football, I never thought that this would be the reason why. And I'm not complaining because it is the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. Had I known her then, that's exactly how she would be coming to all my games.

It's not like that question comes up a lot so no one else would know that that is my jersey number either and I think that's why she choose this as her costume. It's her way of walking around, silently being claimed as mine and fuck if I don't just love it.

Layla sinks down onto my lap, thighs straddling my hips. The hem of the jersey raises just enough that I can see the scrap of lacy fabric covering her slit, so small I'm not sure it can even be considered underwear.

"Derek," She repeats, rolling her hips against where she can feel me rock fucking solid between her thighs. "Do you like it?"

I swallow harshly because my non response is getting ridiculous at this point. I feel like my brain is short circuiting. Say something. Anything.

"I, um, yeah. Very much. A lot. Fuck."

"Good," She says smugly, raising from my lap and lacing her fingers through mine when she hauls me up from the couch. "Let's go. We have some trick or treating to do."

Layla takes our joint hands and rests them above the swell of her ass as she guides a very reluctant me out of her apartment and down to my truck.

Without a second thought I would die for those kids, but respectfully, I want to tussle them right now.

-

I take it back. Aidan, Jack and Henry are too cute to hold a grudge against. All is forgiven.

The second Layla and I stepped into the house a few minutes ago they were all beaming with excitement, ready to show off their Halloween costumes.

Henry is dressed up as superman and is running around the living room, showing us how his red cape flies in the wind. Jack is darth vader and his mask that I know Hotch got him is honestly pretty cool. Aidan is the big bad wolf, he has a tail, paws and sharp teeth.

Rossi's costume fits his personality perfectly. He's dressed up as a 1920's mafia mobster in a black pinstripe suit, gold tie and matching hat and fake gun. Hotch's costume however, couldn't be more opposite to his personality. He's dressed up as an 80's rap star in a full blown adidas track suit, sneakers and a gold chain. All he had to do is say 'its tricky' before it all clicked.

"It's spooky season, bitches," Emily says as she steps into the room with a bottle of liquor in each hand. "Let's get this party started."

"I should set up a swear jar," Aidan says, giggling to himself. "I'd make a killing."

"What are you?" I ask Emily as she starts to pass out drinks. She's dressed in a silky red robe and a white captains hat and she has a pipe stuffed in her front pocket.

"Just wait," She laughs, looking towards the hallway where I can hear JJ, Averie and Penelope's voices approaching from the kitchen.

JJ enters the living room first and now Emily's costume makes complete sense.

"Hugh Hefner and a playboy bunny?" Layla laughs, grinning at Emily and JJ. "I love it."

JJ grins, sweeping her hand across her bunny ears and down her black one piece. "Halloween is the only night it's socially acceptable to wear this little clothing out."

"No one is complaining," Layla says, raising her cup. "You look hot."

JJ nudges Layla's shoulder, shooting her a wink. "You too. You hoping to bag yourself a football player tonight?"

"Maybe," Layla shrugs, grinning behind the rim of her cup. "Who knows."

Yes, she will I want to say but I don't. An ex football player and no one else.

"Wait," Penelope says, a crease in her brows when she points to Layla's costume. "Derek, didn't you go there? What number did you play?"

I already have my pre prepared answer at the ready, enough to stir away their minds for thinking anything into Layla's costume. "I'm offended that you would think I was any other number than 1."

My aversion to the topic clearly works because they all laugh, rolling their eyes and muttering the words 'big ego'.

My attention turns to Averie because hers is the last costume I've yet to work out. All the girls costumes are basically lingerie so it's hard to decipher. "And you are.. little red riding hood?"

"Sexy little red riding hood," She says, teasingly nudging my shoulder. "Every girls Halloween costume has to have the word sexy in front of it."

I laugh, rolling my eyes. "Noted."

The only person that isn't in the room right now is Spencer and I know Halloween is his favorite holiday. I know he thinks the wackier the better when it comes to costumes so god knows what he's dressed up as this year. He always talks about how excited he was to have a family so they could do matching costumes.

It clicks in my brain what he's going to be this year and I start laughing already. "Wait.. if Aidan is the wolf and Averie is little red riding hood, that means Spencer is—"

"The grandma," Spencer says proudly as he descends the stairs in a floral patterned night dress, tugging his permed gray wig into place. "I win Halloween yet again."

While we're all busy laughing at him, Spencer's eyes scan the room to look at everyone's costumes and he does a double take when his eyes eventually land on me.

"That is amazing," He laughs, doubling over. "You want my bag to complete the look?"

"Not a chance," I chuckle. It's bad enough I'm in a sweater vest, I draw the line at a man purse. "This is more than enough."

I try my best to keep my distance from Layla for the rest of the time we're all waiting in the living room, making it a point to keep both hands on my cup so they don't accidentally land anywhere else.

The next few minutes are a blur of the kids getting the last of their face paint on, gathering up their trick or treat bags and posing for millions of photos for their proud parents.

But I still find myself searching for her and I spot her in the corner of the room, talking and laughing with JJ.

She has a red sucker in her hand and when she pops it into her mouth, my eyes are glued to her lips. She is actually just eating it, but when she catches me staring, her devilish eyes meet mine over JJ's shoulder. The little tease then starts giving me fuck me eyes, perfect plump lips suctioned around the candy.

Stop it I mouth from across the room and she shrugs innocently, sliding the sucker inside her cheek slowly.

I can't take my eyes off her, wondering if I'll be able to taste the cherry flavour off of her lips later.

"You wish that was you, huh?"

I blink away my shameless staring and look towards the voice standing to my left. Emily.

With amusement clouding her eyes, she tips some more alcohol into my cup, patting her hand to my chest. "Drink up," She says, fighting back a smile. "You're going to need it."

Avoiding having to answer her, I knock back the rest of my drink and it burns a slow path down my throat. She's gone before I can ask her who the fuck taught her to mix drinks because I'm surprised she can keep a straight face while she sips from her cup.

When we all step outside, the street is littered with a sea of trick or treaters and each yard is decorated with fake headstones, skeletons, pumpkins and so much more. The rustle of costumes, doorbells ringing and the echos of laughs and screams bounce around the dark night.

While we all stand back and watch Jack, Henry and Aidan knock on the first door of the night, I sling my arm across Layla's shoulder. It would look innocent to everyone else, but it's not like they'd notice. They're all too busy watching the kids.

Grinning down at her still smugly sucking on her lollipop, I dip my head slightly, dropping my voice and letting my hot breath fan across the shell of her ear. "I hope you don't have plans for tomorrow, because I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk."

Layla's lips part and she sucks in a breath. I slide the sucker out past her open lips, flashing her a wide grin when I pop it into my mouth. It's about damn time I've rendered her speechless.

These next few hours can't go by quick enough.

-

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! :)

A drunken game of never have I ever and lots of smut coming your way in the next chapter🫶🫶🫶