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TW: sex scenes and dom/kinky spencer, please don't read ahead if that's not something you want to read
ELEVEN: "She was sure of one thing and that was that she didn't do this with any of her other friends."
Spencer knocked on the door of her apartment. There he was, in pyjamas, again. It was just as adorable as it was the last time she saw him in that type of clothing. . She just had a t-shirt on this time, along with some sweatpants. His hoodie was adorably big on him, like the one he wore the other night. It had CalTech's logo on it and she figured that he must have had it for a while.
"H-hi," he said.
He looked nervous and she was nervous. She didn't know why he looked nervous when she was the one about to spill her guts out to him.
"Come on in," she said with a kind smile.
"So.. uh, what did you want to talk about," he asked.
"Wow, there's really no smoothe way to get into this one," she said with an awkward laugh.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Okay...um.. turn around," she instructed.
"Pardon me?" he asked.
"This is going to be easier if I'm not looking at you," she said.
Spencer looked at her skeptically, but turned around anyways. Anna also turned around and tried her best to act as if he wasn't there. "Okay, I was talking to JJ and Emily about this. They said that I should... talk to you about it. I really, really didn't want to, but Emily raised the point that it's affecting me at work. And we work to catch serial killers, and I can't afford to be distracted at work."
"What is it, Anna?" he asked with genuine concern.
"Crap. I can't do this. Okay, you can un-turn around now," she said.
"Anna I may have an IQ of 187 but I genuinely have no idea what's going on with you right now," he said.
"Okay, sit down," she said, and gestured at her couch. She sat down with him, her body facing his. "This may come across as a ridiculous question, but what are your feelings towards Agent Seaver?"
Spencer's face was a mixture of confusion at the instigation she was making, but also clarity, because he finally understood that it was jealousy that was affecting her.
"Agent Seaver is my friend," he said simply.
"I know.. but," she couldn't quite get the words out.
Spencer helped her out, "Agent Seaver is just a friend."
"Look, I recognise that I can be insecure but I'm in no way asking you not to be her friend anymore, I just wanted to know," she started.
