DISTRACTION | Spencer Reid Fanfic

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Everything in that moment felt so right. It was in front of this entire time. She was there. The solution to all my problems. It was Y/n.

I took time breathing in the same air she breathed. Taking care to not startle her as I dropped one of my hand lower down her neck and onto her back. Her back muscles clenched as she tensed up but she was still speechless. I gently tugged her closer to me so that she was pressed up against me.

I think it must have been the solidity of my body that alarmed Y/n. She placed her palms up against my chest to create distance between our bodies.

"I like you, Y/n." I pleaded in a whisper.

She stopped actively pressing her hands to push me away but didn't remove them completely.

I stepped back, taking my hands off her so that shew wasn't uncomfortable. I went from a state of calm to a state of manic in mere seconds. "No, it's more than that," I clarified. I needed her to know. She was the only reason that I had been able to stay clean all this time. "I need you," I begged.

"Spencer... I...," her neck tensed as she gulped. I was bracing myself for her to tell me that she could see through me and that she already knew that I was too damaged for her. But I was left waiting.

She grabbed my shirt and pulled me into her until our lips smashed together. The tenderness of my first kiss was gone. Passion leapt out of me and I could feel the subtle heartbeat of her against mine in our lips. My own arm wrapped around her and sunk into the exposed skin of her lower back as she leaned up to kiss me.

I laced my other hand through her hair. My actions made her moan into my, only making my hand knot tighter through her hair, in a vicious cycle. Her lips felt like first sip of water on a hot day.

She was kissing me back. Any reservations I once had were washed away.

I pressed my forehead against hers. "I wanted to do that on Friday," I confessed.

She ran her fingers through my hair. "Why didn't you?"

"I was scared."

"Of me?" She pulled her face back so that I could see her expression clearly. She was surprised. There wasn't a scary bone in Y/n's body.

I shook my head. "Of me."

"You're not that scary," she giggled.

"Really?" I quirked back. That was the trouble Y/n didn't know how scary I could be.

I loosened my grip on her only to readjust and tighten it. I walked her back a few steps until her back was pressed against the wall. I pinned her hands up against the wall on either side of her head and deliberately inched my face closer to her. "There is so much you don't know about me."

"You're not as hard to read as you think," She gasped with an edge of bravery to her voice. But her dilated eyes and elevated heart rate gave her away.

Somehow the thought that she thought she knew me made me livid, but I quickly supressed the feelings.

She glanced at her wrists, indicating for me to drop them. I relaxed my hands, letting her arms drop to her side. She ducked under my arms and side stepped past me.

"Alright. If you think you know me. What am I afraid of?"

She smirked and poured to glasses of water. "Didn't you just tell me?" She slid a glass towards me.

"Fine," I admitted. "What am I most afraid of?"

She sipped the water, but after she swallowed, she continued to inspect her drink, swishing the water around her mouth. She put it down then leaned on her elbows. "Not being in control."