The sound of Spencer's alarm rings through the bedroom, pulling you out of your sleep. Waking up in the comfort of another person's arms is a feeling you haven't felt in a while. And even when you have before, it's never felt as safe as right now with Spencer.
Careful, Y/N.
You sit up, out of Spencer's embrace for the first time. You didn't move once all night. On a typical night of sleep for you, you toss and turn the entire time. You honestly can't remember the last time you have had a perfectly restful sleep before last night.
You look down and see Spencer is awake as well. "Hi."
"Hi, good morning. Um, I can make coffee if you want? I don't really have much for breakfast though," Spencer says, already getting out of bed.
"Coffee is fine. I don't usually eat breakfast anyway," you say, pulling the covers away and getting out of bed too.
"Okay. You can use my shower if you want. And I have stuff you can use if you don't have your own." He makes his way out of the room.
You thank him and grab your bag, searching through it for your shower stuff. Once you gather it all, you go into Spencer's bathroom. You set it down in the shower and strip out of his clothes, turning on the water.
His shower is huge...
Another time. You laugh silently to yourself, stepping into the hot water.
As you go through your typical shower routine, you stifle down the voices in your head worrying about what you feel. You can't keep worrying about this. You turn the water off, but as you do, the door jolts open, causing you to jump.
Just Spencer. "Jesus, Spencer, you scared me."
"Sorry," he chuckles, "I was just bringing a towel in for you."
"Thanks," you say, sliding the glass door open and reaching for the towel.
Spencer looks you up and down, taking in your naked frame. His tongue grazes his bottom lip like it always does. But as you wrap the towel around you, covering yourself, you see Spencer's face fall in disappointment.
You laugh. "As much as I'd love to, we both know we have to get to work in time."
"But I can make it fast. You know I can make you come in less than five minutes..." he protests.
"Five minutes," you mock, "too long." You push past him to get to the bedroom.
But Spencer doesn't take it as a joke, just a challenge of his dominance. You feel his grasp around your throat, turning you to face his direction.
"Is that a challenge?"
"No, I-I was just," you struggle, your words getting caught in your throat.
"Because it's no challenge for me. If I want to, I'll make you come so many times that you would be begging for me to stop. So many times that it would feel like it's too much." An intense fire is burning behind his eyes.
It's insane how he can flaunt over you in one instant, and in the next, be in control. Spencer makes you want to beg for him. Beg for him to relieve the now present ache between your thighs.
"But, as you said, we have to go. Unfortunately for me, I won't be doing that today."
And with that, Spencer releases your neck, leaving the room and leaving you there flustered and horny.
You will be getting him back for that.
After a few minutes, as you're getting ready, Spencer goes into his bathroom to get in the shower, passing you without another acknowledgment. You grab the coffee Spencer made you off the counter, sitting at his table. As you drink it, you answer messages on your phone to pass the time until you have to leave for work.
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Take Over Me
FanfictionY/N Y/L/N is someone who has never felt true welcomeness. She's been unwelcome since she was a child, even in her own family. When she moves to Virginia and starts her new job with the BAU, she starts to learn what being welcome is really like. Espe...
