𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 ➵ 𝓼. 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓭

Chapter 25: My Father Is Dead, Right?

{tw - panic attack, gore description}

WHEN YOU FINALLY pull away, your lips are red and swollen, as are Spencer's.

His hands stay in your hair as the pair of your eyes open, meeting the others in a sudden shock that you had kissed. You had actually kissed each other - and it seems like you had both been waiting for it.

"By the way," he says quietly, leaning his forehead against yours, "Everyone knows E=mc², you should choose a different password."

Your hands trail down his chest and stop just above the belt of his pants, "Duly noted."

As his arms embrace you gently, you lean your head against his chest and listen to his heartbeat, the calming, repetitive sound being a blessing. He slowly pats down the stray hairs that deviate from the rest of your hair, his arm wrapped around your body and pulling you close.

You open your eyes when a phone begins to ring, and when you realise that it's both yours and Spencer's, you both sigh and pull away from the embrace.

You look down at the screen that is lit up with Hotch's name, seeing Spencer answering his phone in the corner of the room.

"Y/n. You and Reid should come down to the PD, we're regrouping."

"It's almost 11pm," you groan jokingly, "We'll be down there soon."

"I'll see you then." He pauses, "When this case is over, we need to talk."

You ponder about asking questions, but you know there's no point because he'll just keep the answers to himself until he wants to talk to you, so you just say your goodbyes and hang up the phone.

When you do, Spencer is already looking at you with his hands in his pockets, standing a few feet away.

"I take it you got the same call as me..." you say, causing him to nod.

You stand in silence for a few moments, your eyes set on each other. You swallow as you eye him up and down - everything feels right when you are with Spencer. He feels like everything you have missed in your life, and everything you want.

Before you can even realise it, your feet are taking you back towards his body. He does the same, stepping forwards and wrapping his hands in your hair, bringing your head forwards and back to his lips. You bathe in his touch, feeling his hands travel down the side of your body to your hips, pulling you closer than before. It's as if close isn't close enough,and although you both know you have somewhere to be, it seems like all knowledge of that information has left your mind.

"Spencer...we need...to go..." you manage to say in between kisses.

He presses his lips hard against your own one last time as he pulls away, retrieving his lost breath and leaning his forehead against your own.

You let out a small laugh against his lips as your hand travels to his, interlocking your fingers and practically dragging him out of the room.

Once seated in the SUV, all is silent as you drive. All that can be heard is your fingers tapping against the wheel, but inside your head, your thoughts are all but quiet.

You think about what has happened between you and Spencer - perhaps you have always been craving his touch, because whenever it has been given to you, even a simple hug, it felt right. It felt different to one of Garcia's body-crushing hugs, it always left a warming sensation on your heart.

As you think, Spencer slowly places his hand on your upper thigh, causing you to glance down at it. You smile to yourself as you look back up to the road, seeing a car that catches your attention as it passes by. The car is the exact same make that Detective Corales was driving when he ran you off the road a mere few weeks ago, and suddenly the image of his lifeless, bleeding body on the floor flashes in your head.