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I woke up in Spencer's arms, my jewelry and makeup half on as his attempt to take it off must have not gone too well. From the looks of it we got home late, my fifteen hundred dollar dress thrown across the floor in a puddle of blue tule. I wasn't drunk, but for some reason I couldn't remember anything past Spencer talking us out of staying... what was going on?
"Spencer, wake up." I shook him, the purple lego necklace I'd gotten him last year for his birthday held tightly in the tips of his fingers.
"What?" He groaned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up on his elbows.
"Did I drink last night?" His face fell confused, his hand knocking shit all over the floor as he struggled to grab his glasses from the bedside table.
"Only a glass or two, why? Do you feel drunk?" I shook my head no, a weird pain pounding in the back of it. It wasn't the same feeling as one of my headaches, it was different... a weird different.
"I think I was drugged." His eyes went wide, jumping out of bed and throwing me one of his hoodies from his bag.
"Did you set your drink down?" I swallowed, the memory flashing through my eyes like it'd just happened and I was reliving it. I only put my drink down once.
"So, we've never seen you around here..?" My lips were quick to part, setting down my drink as my eyes were met with the blondes icy blue ones.
They were distracting me so they could drug me... "It was the girls- the ones I talked to... it had to of been them, I didn't set my drink down any other time." His face turned, anger filling it as he chewed on his bottom lip to try and suppress it.
"But if they were talking to you..?" I swallowed.
"Their husbands weren't- well, until about two minutes later when they appeared out of nowhere." He looked down, his head whipping to the front door as there was a quiet knock. Spencer grabbed his gun, holding it low and looking out the peep hole. He set it down when he saw a file.
"Strausses goodie bag has arrived." I scoffed. I remembered my call with her briefly, but for the most part what she said was a total blur. "Yay, details about the people we met!" Spencer slowly made his way to kitchen island, sarcasm rolling off his tongue. My body trailed behind his with my blanket wrapped around me, dragging it all across the dark cherry wood floor. I walked straight for the coffee machine, cursing when I realized there was no sugar. "What's wrong?" I looked up to see Spencer's eyes had gone softer, his once pissed completion now a soft and approachable one.
"Nothings wrong, there's just- no sugar." My voice was dry, my eyes staring straight into the overly clean marble counter. The light white and gray pattern was so new and clean that I could see mine and Spencer's reflection. It was at that moment that I realized he'd gotten up, his hands tugging away my blanket and throwing it on the floor.
"I'll buy you some sugar, baby." He'd turned me around in a swift motion, his hands sweeping to my thighs and plopping me on the counter.
The moment was intimate, our usual giggles nowhere to be found. It was just us and the air around us, nothing else mattered.
I then wrapped my hands tighter around his neck, his steps low as his hands held my waist so harsh and still it was almost cruel.
"We should go..." his voice was muffled as he kissed up and down my neck, my lips parting when he landed on my sweet spot. He took it as a sign to continue, soft nothings leaving my lips as I leaned further into the shiny modern gray cabinets above.
When his speed picked up I ran my hands through his hair, my fingers struggling as his golden curls were still tangled. He groaned, his lips finally meeting mine and grabbing my face.
The kiss was fiery, my insides jumping around as his tongue began to explore my mouth. I didn't even fight him for dominance, his passion filled movements bringing me more lust than I could handle. Just as he was about to lift me up and take me to our room, there was a knock at the door followed by a certain heavenly blondes giggly voice.
"Ana- please, I beg of you to open the door." Derek too? Well shit. I pulled myself away from Spencer's lips quickly when I realized it was the two of them, Spencer's head pressed against mine as his hazel brown eyes stared deep into mine. He mouth an 'I love you' my lips doing the same back then scurrying to the door. When I opened it they were staring at their phones, quick to shove them away.
"Who the hell let you have your cells?" I whisper yelled, looking all around the hallway then pulling them inside.
"I don't know who told you that somebody let us have them... we just- well... have them." Derek sent me toothy grin, the smile on his face copied and pasted onto Penelope's.
"I may or may not have snuck them here in my computer case." My lips parted.
"Penelope!" She laughed, her eyes widening when Spencer pulled some cookies from the fridge. She pointed between the two of us, sounds of disbelief leaving hers and Derek's mouths.
"T-they gave you cookies?" She let out a breath. "They gave us apples..." I laughed at the two of them, finding it funny how distressed they were over a cheap desert.
"You guys can honestly have them... I'm sure Spencer would much rather eat the pre-made creamed spinach in the fridge..." My voice was filled with sarcasm, yet Spencer for some reason clearly didn't get the message, dropping the plastic tupperware causing cookies to go flying all over the floor. "Spence!" He chuckled, shaking his head as he bent down and started helping me clean them up.
"Sorry, sorry. But I've told you, I hate cream of spinach..? I bit down on my lip, trying to mute my laughs as I made eye contact with him once again. I then cupped his cheeks, squeezing his skin as I turned my head sideways.
"I know, baby. It was a joke." His lips parted, an understanding noise leaving his mouth as I ran my finger over his chin one last time, finally turning back to Penelope and Derek.
"Hotch just texted me. He said meet at skids?" I smiled. Skids was the restaurant Hotch had taken the team and I to over my first case in New York. It'd slowly become a tradition, all of us going there every time we came back to the city for work.
"Well, let's go then." I started grabbing my things to leave, but stopped when everyone started staring at me. "Wha-" I stopped myself when Spencer motioned to my outfit, realizing I was still just in his oversized hoodie and fuzzy socks. "Oh."
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a/n skids isn't a real place btw i made it up😃👊🏼1217 words
