Spencer Reid and Elle Greenaway

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Content warning: penetrative sex, mention of edging
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The days passed slowly while I waited to return to work, talking to Spencer on the phone every other night. He never ceased to interest or amaze me. Every day I received a new factoid or a sweet, innocent smile following a nerdy joke. I couldn't wait to get back to work. Weeks after our movie night, I returned to the BAU and was met with Garcia's whimsical fanfare.

"Elle! You're here! Are you fine? Are you hurt? Of course you are, you're tough as nails. Here, follow me to your desk-"

I reached out and brought her into a warm embrace. We pulled apart, beaming and I followed her to the colorful display of candy and pictures of the team on my desk. I thanked her and sank into my seat, getting to work.

Minutes later I got hugs from the rest of the team, even Hotch. Reid gave me a respectable, platonic hug, but his touch brought me back to that familiar feeling. I was happy to be back.

Throughout the day Reid and I traded glances as we did case work, sifting through files and reports. At one point Hotch approached us and ordered us to collaborate on an especially thorough case report, after which I suggested we go into the conference room for some quiet. Reid nodded, seemingly oblivious to my intentions.

He followed me into the room and closed the door behind him. The blinds to the room were drawn and the fluorescent lights flickered on as I flipped the switch. I turned to see him standing in front of me, cute as ever. I leaned forward and met his lips. He kissed me hard and passionately, and it was evident he missed me as much as I missed him.

His hands were placed firmly on my waist, pulling me tighter with every kiss. I grabbed the hair at the base of his neck with one hand and slid the other one to his chest.

He pulled away, looking me up and down. "I missed you." He looked at me and smiled warmly.

"I missed you too, Reid. You know it isn't like you to procrastinate."

"You're worth it." He gave me another peck before sitting down and the table and speedily scanning the report. I sat in the chair next to him and swung my legs into his lap. He placed a hand on my knees lovingly and we leisurely finished the report.

At the end of the day we were given a heads-up on a possible case the next day, early. I checked my go-bag to make sure I had everything I needed. I looked around before stuffing a change of clothes from the duffel bag into my purse. If tonight went according to plan, I would need them.

Reid and I met at the elevator, and he pressed the button as we waited in silence. I spoke up.

"Any plans tonight, Reid?"

"Nope, just getting some sleep." He rocked back and forth on his heels and nodded his head.

"Without me?" I said, still looking forward at the elevator doors. He glanced over and then focused his gaze straight forward again as to not attract attention.

"Would you like to come with me?" His thumb was pulsing against his index finger nervously.

"Sure." I smiled as the elevator doors opened, and we stepped in.

Reid's apartment was exactly how I imagined it- covered in books. A chess board. Some Star Trek memorabilia. I gestured to the chess board.

"You up for a game?"

"I didn't know you played."

"I used to play with my mom." I sat down across from him and played an e4 opening. He did the same.

"Are you good?"

"I guess you'll have to find out, then." I moved my queen to h5.

"Statistically aggressive players lose more pieces but win more games." He said, moving a pawn up to threaten my queen.

"I think I've heard that before." I slid my queen over to e5. He developed his knight. I took his rook.

"I let you do that." His eyes widened. I chuckled and moved over to sit on his lap.

"Whatever you have to tell yourself, genius." I ran my fingers through his hair and he pulled me close to kiss me.

I could have stayed there for hours. We fit perfectly. He pulled away and gestured for me to get up. "What if I don't?" I smiled and wrapped my arms around him tighter.

"Oh, well." He wrapped an arm around my back and slid the other one under my knees. With a small grunt he hoisted me up and carried me across the room.

"Kidnapper."

"More like tired profiler." He kissed me before setting me down on the bed, where I removed my shoes, shirt, and pants. He unbuttoned half of his shirt before pulling it over his head. I undid his belt and pulled it off.

He leaned down onto the bed and kissed me sweetly. I felt consumed by it, and I placed a hand under his chin and held his face next to mine. Our lips began to meet each other with more force, and our hands ran down each other's bodies in frenzied passion. I pulled him over to the side of me and he fell onto his back.

As I got on top of him, he ran his hands over the sides of his head, pushing the hair out of his face. I placed my hands on his shoulders and moved my hips suggestively, prompting him to remove his remaining clothes.

I threw my head back as I lowered myself onto him, engrossed in pleasure and satisfaction. His hands moved from my hips to my waist, rhythmically lifting and lowering me. I heard him moan softly through his parted lips.

I leaned forward to kiss him, and his hand moved to the base of my neck where he grabbed my hair and continued thrusting into me. I exhaled softly and kissed him harder.

"Don't stop." I whispered this into his mouth while we kissed, and he responded by increasing his speed and tightening his grip on my hair. Within seconds I felt the pleasure in my gut begin to build. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my neck, and he took the hint. He firmly gripped it while softly stroking his thumb on one side. I could feel myself about to break. "I'm almost there, don't stop." I put my hand over his and bit my lip, waiting for release. Suddenly, he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back while he got on top of me.

I looked up at him, confused. "What-" he put a finger to my lips and raised his eyebrows mischievously.

"You know, I read about this once." He kissed my neck slowly while I awaited my answer. "Bringing someone close to a release and then completely removing stimulation." He gently brushed his fingers across my abdomen, and my hips rocked instinctively.

"It provokes this reaction to any gentle stimulus," he gestured to my lower body. "And once you begin again, the release is larger." He slid into me again, this time rubbing my clit with small circles. Seconds later, I was about to cum again.

"Are you going to let me this time, then?" I bit his neck as he continued. I could barely say the words without my breath hitching.

"Yes." He kissed me hard as I orgasmed, twitching under his hold and moaning into his mouth.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.." my hands were wrapped around his neck, and I moved my nails down his back and I came down from the release. He slowed down, and slipped his tongue into my mouth while my eyes rolled back into my head.

We went on like this for several moments until I felt him begin to tense up. I whispered into his ear. "Stop now." He suddenly moved out, his eyes wide.

"What's wrong?" I smiled and raised my eyebrows.

"Nothing. You can keep going now." He smiled and entered me again.

"I see." He went faster and faster until I felt his hips buck and one hand grab the sheet above my head. "Oh, fuck." He moved his hand to the side of my face and kissed me tenderly before falling on his back beside me.

I looked at him, beguiled. "Wow." He smiled, and kissed me. He wrapped his arm around me and planted a second kiss on the top of my head.

"I know."

We slept like that through the night.