wasted times- s.r

TWENTY

Within seconds of the elevator doors closing, his hands were all over you, pushing you gently up against the elevator door while his lips hungrily pressed against your own. Spencer's hands moved up your waist, bunching up your shirt slightly in his hands as he kissed you with more vigour with every floor the elevator passes. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."

You let out a small laugh against his lips, "What do you mean? You see me every day at work," you mumble against his lips, using the hand you have on his tie as leverage to pull him closer. "I know that, I just feel like we haven't had any alone time."

It's true. You've been back at the BAU for a week, and have barely had any time to relax without getting called on back-to-back cases. You haven't seen Spencer much outside of work or spent much time with him talking about something other than a case with him. In addition to that, you also mutually agreed to keep whatever it was between the two of you, under wraps, meaning you couldn't tell the team what happens behind closed doors whenever the two of you can get your hands on each other. Since you're on limited time, you often find yourself pulling Spencer into empty offices or closets to steal a kiss, or him giving you quick pecks whenever you're alone in a breakroom, or any locked door, really. It would have been exhausting if the whole sneaking around thing didn't make it more fun, more exciting. 

As the elevator doors finally open, you pull off Spencer and wipe the back of your hand where your freshly applied lipstick is most likely smeared. You also bring a hand up to Spencer's mouth to wipe away the residue that is so clearly left behind, sliding your hands down to straighten out his tie and smooth down your shirt.  Once you deem him okay, you give him a once-over, smirking at the tent forming in his pants. You quickly move his satchel to the front of his body to cover his obvious erection.

"Might want to cover that up," you give him a small nod, stepping off the elevator, his hand stopping you as you're about to step off fully. He brings his finger up to his lips, tapping them, "One more for the road?" You roll your eyes, feigning annoyance as you lean forward to give him a short kiss to hold him off, walking ahead of him to get to the jet to avoid suspicion if you both walk in together.

You take a seat beside Emily on the jet, waiting for Hotch to start the briefing. He'd said it was an urgent one and decided to save time by briefing on the plane instead so you could hit the ground running. Spencer steps on the jet shortly after you, plopping himself down in the seat across from you with an inconspicuous smile. 

Garcia's face comes up on the screen on the table, her usual smile on her face, donning a pink headband with flowers in her hair. With Hotch's instruction, she begins to go over the case. "We've got an active bank robbery on our hands today. I have eyes in the bank, and it looks like so far, you're looking at around six unsubs, and about eighteen hostages. That number consists of both bank employees and customers themselves. No contact has been made with the outside yet, and it appears as though they've got the place on lockdown, so we have no way in as of right now."

"Can you get an id on the unsubs, Garcia?" Emily asks, Garcia, shaking her head on the screen. "They're all wearing some kind of Halloween masks and no identifiable features that I can see."

"Keep us posted on what's happening inside. We'll call you when we land there. Thanks, Garcia," Hotch says. "Always a pleasure loves. Penelope out." The screen on the tablet goes black once she's hung up, and you sneak a glance at Spencer sitting across from you, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment with a small smirk. He reaches onto the floor on the seat in front of him, rummaging through his bag until he comes back up with a deck of cards. "Wanna play?"

"Don't do it, Y/N. He cheats," Emily warns from beside you, Spencer sporting a look of offence on his face. "It's true, he does," JJ now chimes in from beside Spencer, looking up from her magazine. "He counts cards."