DISTRACTION | Spencer Reid Fanfic

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Alana had slowly closed the virtually non-existent gap that she had left between us. With every laugh and giggle she found an excuse to make physical contact with me.

At first Y/n sat back and was indifferent to mine and Alana exchange. She had scrounged around in a cabinet above her and found some oreo cookies. She dismantled them and scooped the filling onto her finger, before wrapping her lips around it to clean it off. Of course, she didn't know that her actions were driving me crazy. That along with Alana's increasingly risky touches were going to take me over the edge. At some point Alana had situated herself to stand directly between my legs.

All of a sudden Y/n stiffened. "Hey, you going to be good here? I have to take this call." She waved her phone at me but kept her gaze away from mine. She seemed uncomfortable.

"Yeah," I replied back, even though I didn't want her to leave. But if I wanted things to progress with Alana I would have to part from Y/n at some point.

Y/n darted out of the kitchen, pressing her phone to her ear.

"How do you know Y/n?" Alana purred in my ear bringing my attention back from the direction Y/n had exited. She ran her hands over my hands, turning my palms over and drawing small circles in my skin.

"She helps me," I sighed. Then I took her wrist in my hand to stop her seductive movements.

"Helps you with what?" She gasped, when I reached my other hand around her and placed it on her lower back.

My face was frighteningly close to Alana's. "Someone is a little nosey." I brought her closer to my chest, then I flipped the wrist I held in my hand behind her back. "That's for me to know and I don't ever plan on you finding out."

Alana blinked rapidly at the escalation of events. "As long as you're not having sex with her, I don't care," she breathed out, overcome with arousal. She hadn't realised that her words were like stabs to me. Who could just have sex with Y/n. That would be too lewd. She deserved so much more. With her it would never be just sex. It would be like breathing.

My grip tightened around Alana's wrist. "Don't talk about her," I growled.

I think Alana though that I mean that I didn't want to talk about it because it was ruining the mood, but it was quite the opposite. Thinking about Y/n would only make it easier to slip up. I could easily moan her name and the whole truth would be out to the world. I couldn't do that. I was too damaged for Y/n. I would just bring her down with me.

"Okay." Alana words and breath meshed. She used her free hand to pull my face to hers. Our lips met. It wasn't like the warmth I imagined Y/n would feel like. This was more feverish. My tongue slipped into her mouth, and the taste of tequila transferred from Alana's mouth to mine.

A smashing of glass reminded me of my surroundings, and I began to pull back, but Alana hooked her leg around my knee and my hand automatically travelled to her thigh, holding her in the position. With one last kiss, she bit down on my lip, trying to make the moment last.

"Come with me," Alana whispered in my ear, tugging my arm to walk with her.

I looked around to see if Y/n had returned but she was nowhere to be see.

I let Alana pull me up through the crowd and up the stairs, until she opened one of the doors upstairs. She motioned me in and then closed the door locking it behind her. She pressed her back against the door and locked me up and down. I knew what she wanted.

"Are you sure?" I asked. As much as I wanted release, I didn't want the other person to be uncomfortable.

"Yes," she eagerly nodded.