Spencer Reid and Elle Greenaway

Getting Some Sleep

content warnings: penetrative sex, profanity

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It had been a long, fruitless day with few breakthroughs. It was almost midnight before Hotch sent us to get some sleep. The motel was dusty and gave me the creeps. I was walking to my room when I felt hands wrap around me, pulling me backwards. I instinctively elbowed them in the solar plexus, my heel coming down sharply on their foot. As their grip loosened, I spun around and put my forearm to their neck.

It was Reid, terrified. I immediately stopped, embarrassed out of my mind.

"Son of a bitch, ow!" His hands were on his stomach, and he was wincing in pain. I stood there, mortified. Morgan appeared at the end of the hallway on his way to his room.

"What's wrong with pretty boy?"

"I was maimed." He said, glaring at me and rubbing his stomach.

"I thought you were a serial rapist, I'm sorry." I apologetically rubbed his arm. Morgan laughed and shook his head.

"You should know better than to scare her, Reid." He entered his room and gave a patronizing wave to Reid before closing the door. I titled my head, smiling at him.

"I'm sorry, Reid. Do you need some ice?"

"No, I'm good." He swayed on his feet, his eyes darted around the hallway. "Goodnight, Elle." He stood there without moving for a moment. I know he hated his social awkwardness, but I secretly loved it. I rolled my eyes.

"Would you like to come in?" I held up my room key.

"Yes." The corners of his mouth widened and he followed me down the hall. I opened my door and gestured into the room, and after he walked in I scanned the hallway for any other members of the team before joining him inside.

He gently placed his bag on the ground and inspected the room. He sat down on the edge on the bed and clasped his hands in his lap. "Slow day."

"We'll get him." I walked over to the bed and sat down next to him. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"You did, but it's okay." He gave his light smile and reached out to touch my hand. I slipped it into his, both of us staring at the wall. He turned to look at me. "What is this, Elle?"

"Do you want to define it? I'm sure you're excellent at coining phrases." I smiled and turned to look at him. He thought for a moment.

"I see no reason to unless you want to." He stared at me with a blank expression. So pragmatic.

"Ok." I swung my legs onto the bed and draped them over his lap. "That sounds good to me, Dr. Reid." And it was. I liked not knowing what this was. It made it that much more urgent, seemingly fleeting, and special.

He rested his hand on my thigh, moving it gently up and down, and then rhythmically drumming his fingertips. I leaned up and kissed him and his fingers paused their movements.

He moved his hand up to my face and placed the other one on my back, lowering me down onto the bed. I moved into the middle of the bed and he followed me, sliding his hand up the side of my body.

Our legs were interlocked and his arms supported him as we kissed. I sunk into that familiar feeling of being immersed in his hold of me. I pulled him closer to me by his belt buckle and he pulled off his sweater vest, followed by his shirt.

From under him I took off my shirt and pants. I threw them to the side hastily, anxious to lay my hands back on his body. I slowly bit his bottom lip and released it, looking deep into his eyes as he watched me in amazement.

I loved the way he looked at me.

I moved my hips into his, rotating them slowly against his erection. I listened to him exhale in my ear while I undid his belt. He got off of me shortly to remove the rest of his clothes and I returned the favor.

Before getting back on top of me, he paused to gaze at my body. I smiled and gestured for him to get back on top of me. He complied and put his hand to my face again, this time placing his thumb on my lips. I opened them, expecting him to kiss me again.

Instead, he moved his fingers over my face and slid them into my mouth. I stared up at him under my brow line. He removed his fingers and kissed my mouth, then my neck, then my stomach.

I ran my hands through his hair as he kissed me between my legs. I threw my head back and bit my lip. He then moved his fingers into me, eliciting a breathy moan from my chest. His tongue lightly circled my clit, and I felt myself climbing up to that familiar apex.

He paused for a moment and kissed up my stomach once more before returning to my mouth. Slowly, he entered me. Wow.

I swear, it's always the skinny guys.

My hands flew to his shoulder blades as he began thrusting into me faster and faster. We were both moaning, me louder than him. Suddenly, he stopped and raised his eyebrows at me.

"What's wrong?" I looked at him, disheveled.

"Shh!" He said, and put his index finger up to my mouth. I giggled and slightly bit the tip of it. "You need to be quiet Elle, or I'm getting off of you." His face was serious.

"Make me, Doctor." His eyes darted between mine, taken aback by my comment. I reached for his hands and interlaced our fingers. He pinned my arms above my head and resumed, this time kissing me harder.

"Holy-" he kissed me again so I wouldn't make too much noise. I was so close. I felt my thighs and stomach tense up more and more, breathing harder and faster. I released with a shudder, my legs shaking and my breath hitching into his mouth. "F-fuck..." he released my arms from above my head and wrapped them around his neck.

His head came down closer to me and he kissed my cheek before groaning, making a wincing expression. Watching him orgasm was almost as good as experiencing it myself. Almost.

After a couple slow, gentle strokes he pulled out of me and collapsed by my side. I returned to my favorite place in the whole world, my head resting on his chest with his arm around me.

"Wow." I said.
"Wow, indeed." He kissed the top of my head and reached to turn of the lamp on the bedside table. We fell asleep in minutes, our alarms set for early the next morning.