The Story That Didn't Want To Be Written | Spencer Reid x Reader

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Warnings: Alluding to self harm, light descriptions of scars, aftercare :)

He set you down on the bathroom counter, propping you up against the wall and letting your feet rest on the smooth counter, the cold marble almost burning your thighs and bottoms of your feet as the warmth of Spencer over you began to fade.

Your eyes closed a little, still allowing you to see the tops of your knees as you pulled them to your chest but Spencer stayed out of your small field of vision as you heard him run his hand under the shower water.

He returned quickly, missing your touch as much as you missed his. He returned to your side, you saw the lowest parts of his thighs as he pressed his hips against the counter you were sitting on, bringing his hands up to rest on your jaw, rubbing his thumb lightly over the tops of your cheeks and around your face to apply a little pressure to your temples.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead gently, lingering his lips on your skin for a moment as he continued to rub his thumbs in circles. You practically melted in his arms, not making eye contact with him but knowing he was still hovering just a few inches away from your face from the way his breath blew your baby hairs out of your face.

He began whispering, "Are you okay?" he asked lightly, letting you leave the question in the air between you as you processed- your brain wasn't moving nearly as quickly as it normally did.

"Mhm" you murmured, nodding as you rested your head against the wall behind you and shifted to look up at him, only opening your eyes further enough to be able to meet his gaze. He seemed to be comforted by the gesture, his shoulders losing all tension as you looked at his eyes; they were still full of wonder. "Hi" he cooed in response.

"Good. Was there anything we did that you didn't like or that you don't want to do again?" he asked hesitantly, but you knew it was just because he couldn't stand the idea of making you feel uncomfortable. Still, your heart bloomed at his word choice.

Again

Did that mean he wanted to do this again? You knew you did... sure, the whole coworker thing was a bit of an inconvenience but if Spencer Reid was capable of that...

You were sure you didn't ever want to be without that part of him ever again.

"No, that was great, Spencer, I promise." You quipped genuinely.

He saw it in your eyes, hope, for the first time in a long time you looked truly hopeful. He looked down at the counter, a smile spreading on his face as he saw you come out of your post-sex haze with hope in your eyes.

The events of last night were still extremely fresh, but he was satisfied with the conversation you had had earlier in the morning, and he could tell you were being genuine when you said you would try to open up to him a little bit more, or at least someone if not him.

Right now he just wanted to be there for you- not out of pity- out of something more. He couldn't really identify the emotion.

Well, he could.

He was just too scared to put the name to it.

It was too soon. He managed to convince himself it was the post-sex hormones. But it didn't hurt to think about, right?

Lifting his head back up to look at you, he smiled a little bit wider now. "You should pee before we shower-" he suggested, you laughed awkwardly a little at his sudden shift back to his genius self- always one to think ahead.

He misread your laugh, suddenly worried he made you nervous by suggesting you shower together, backtracking before another moment could pass. "O-Or you could go first, that's okay! I was just suggesting it because after sex your hormone levels can fluctuate rapidly, and especially after acting submissive to another person you can experience a phenomenon known as sub drop which-" You cut him off by grabbing his shoulders, gripping lightly to he would close his mouth so you could get a word in.

"Spencer!" you said through a laugh. "I would love to shower with you" you said, your voice still jumping a little with laughter but still conveying your genuineness. He smiled a little, blushing lightly before he nodded.

"O-okay" he let out a breathy chuckle in relief before running his eyes from your eyes down your still naked body, stopping as he reached the bandages on the front of your right side. He pulled his mouth into a tight smile as he looked back up to your still smiling face.

You wordlessly swung your legs over the counter, listing your hips off of it with your arms before feeling your feet slowly make contact with the ground and hold up more of your weight as you lowered yourself to stand. You kept your eyes on him, as he gently wrapped his right hand around your left hip, drawing patterns in your skin with his fingertips.

"Can I help you take those off?" He asked gently

"Yes please" You answered back, matching his soft tone. Regardless of what had literally just happened between the two of you, this felt so much more intimate. You were so much more vulnerable like this, knowing in that moment he was the only one who you had ever let into your mind like this. He had gotten the closest to you than anyone had in a very long time.

He dropped his hand from your hip, taking your left hand in his again, stretching it across your body away from your bandages like he had the night before- not wanting you to flinch, but more so because he just wanted to keep making contact with you. You looked into his eyes, finding yourself only capable of showing him how much trust laid in between the two of you at that moment.

His breath stopped for a minute, afraid that if he exhales too hard the feeling of this moment would shatter.

He let his gaze leave your face so he could see what he was doing; the only thing he wanted less than to stop looking at your face was to hurt you.

His fingers danced across your stomach, above your bandages, slowly letting them move over your abdomen as you tightened your grip on his hand in anticipation. He stopped moving his hand for a moment as he brushed his thumb over the back of your hand soothingly before flicking his eyes up to your face to check on you.

You smiled nervously at him and he returned it before looking back down to your sides, freeing your skin from the medical tape holding down the gauze lightly. He moved slowly, making sure to run a light finger over your irritated skin that had been under the tape, once it and the gauze were off.

You exhaled in relief, letting your muscles relax as he walked out of the bathroom for a minute to throw away the gauze and get his first aid kit again, giving you a moment to pee and hop in the shower, moving slowly but feeling infinitely better than you had last night, only feeling a sting on your side when you turned too quickly or stretched too far.

The hot water on your skin felt nice, you faced the shower head and moved forward a little so you were in the middle of the showing, tilting your head up and letting the water run over your face as you shut your eyes tightly, not wanting to get water in them.

You felt hands on your hips, pulling you back against Spencer's torso. He let his hands roam around up and down the front of your torso as you leaned back and let your head rest against his shoulder, eyes staying closed.

He intimately began to rub some shampoo in your hair and body wash around your skin, allowing his hands to work around you, all of your limbs tingling after his fingers ran over them.

"I'm glad I figured out you like this so much, it's making my job quite a bit easier" He said with a chuckle, all you could do is let out a breathy laugh in return, not feeling like you could actually form words in the moment.

Before you knew it, he was stopping the water again and reaching back around you, rocking you slowly as you rested almost all your weight back against him.

"I'm sorry for making you tired because we have to go to work now." He said softly, but you could tell he was actually a little amused by just how much you enjoyed him washing your hair.

No one had ever done that for you before.

This was new.

You liked that it was new.

You loved that it was him.