𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 - Spencer Reid fanfiction

Epilouge

Christmas.

I am ecstatic, practically leaping out of Spencer's bed once it was about 6 am. Spencer tossed and turned and I go over to him kissing the tip of his nose. "Wake up!" I whisper and he smiles at the sound of my voice. "It's Christmas!" I say a bit louder having him peak an eye out with a large smile on his face.

"Good morning to you too Ivory." He chuckles sitting up his arms stretching. "Why are we up so early for Christmas?" He asks yawning.

"Because, it's my favorite time of the year, hurry!" I grab his hand pulling him out of bed, his sweatpants falling a bit and his shirt riding up, showing his happy trail causing a blush to form on my nose bridge. I drag him to the living room where the small Christmas tree stood. "I hope you like the presents I got you, Spence." I look up at him and he brushes my brown bang out of my eyes causing me to giggle. I grab him once more sitting him down on the brown leather couch and hand him the present I was most excited about. "Open it!"

"Okay love." He smiles the nickname making my heart flutter. He opens the light blue wrapping paper slowly revealing a white box. He opens the box and his eyes instantly light up. It was a new satchel, one that he had been wanting for a while.

"Do you like it?" I ask peering over the wrapping paper and the box. He looks away from the gift and to me, his goofy grin melting my heart. He grabs my face bringing me in for a tender and soft kiss. The two of us pull away causing me to blush insanely, even after a year together he could still do that.

"I love it." His dashing smile appears on his face making me smile as well. "Here." He hands me a red bag that had a white bow that tied it together.

"But you know I don't like gifts, silly." I tease him, opening the bag. I take the tissue paper off and look in, a smile comes over my face as i take out a small blue velvet box. I open the tiny box revealing a gold switchblade necklace. "I love it." I say and grab his face peppering kisses all over him. He chuckles letting the love come into his body. "It's so pretty!"

"I'm glad you like it, the team wants to go to a Christmas dinner, are we going?" He asked as he pet my head smoothing my bed head hair.

I nod, "Of course! Why wouldn't we." I kiss his neck slowly causing him to let out a muffled groan. "We do have some time before that, now don't we?" He looks down at me his eyebrows shooting up.

"I don't know if i'll be able to ever stop myself if we do start." He chuckles putting his hands in my hair kissing my lips.

I was already soaking, my underwear coated in my arousal. I part from him and lean my forehead onto his, "Spencer. Please..." I whine and he chuckles lowly and brang his lips into mine, my hips rock at the sensation of his tongue on my own. He brings me down on the couch pinning both of my hands to the sides of my head making his way down to my collarbone and taking my sweater off. After a year Spencer had memorized my body and what I liked, he knew exactly how to push my buttons just right. His thigh props itself between my own , giving myself friction, I shamelessly grind myself onto him as he tugs on my hair. I grab onto his shirt needfully, he smiles into the kiss and tugs it off with one fluid motion.

His body over mine, I bite my lip watching his neck strain. " Let's go to the bedroom." He rasps and picks me up, and i immediately wrap my legs around him. I leave love bites on his neck and he lays me down on the white comforter, surrounding my topless body, and I look up at him, probably a mess. But he smiles, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, Ivory." He whispers as his long fingers undo his sweatpants. I bite my bottom lip almost embarrassed, no man had ever told me that, no man had ever thought that, yet here Spencer was, here to love me unconditionally.

He goes over me once more but now bare, and looks at my body hungrily. I whine, "Please."

"What do you want from me, hm?" He asks, playing with the band to my small pajama bottoms.

"I want you to-" I breathe feeling his slightly calloused hands brush over my naked stomach.  "Fuck me please." My hands go into the bedsheets, knuckles turning white. I see his smile turn soft and then devious, he tugs the shorts off and kisses my stomach causing my back to arch, my body needing more. He sloppily kisses my thighs, opening them, showing everything to him. I was vulnerable, but I wasn't uncomfortable with it, because I knew him. Even if i hesitated the least bit he would stop. Which is why I loved him.

He licks a bold stripe up my slit causing me to moan out uncontrollably. He starts doing his ministrations, letting my hands roam into his hair, the bed, his own arms holding my hips down. Sooner then I expect I felt my stomach bubble and my legs spasm, he licks up the orgasm and comes back up with a sly smile on his face. He grabs my face kissing me slowly, i taste myself on him causing myself to moan into the kiss. He parts, "I want you." He growls, "Now." He grabs my legs forcefully placing me on his stomach, above his hard leaking cock. He slowly but surely thrusts into me, filling me fully.

"You always seem to exceed my expectations, Spencer." I breathe, my stomach twists and turns His hand trails down my stomach keeping eye contact with me, and his thumb slowly rubs my clit causing me to moan out his name.

He thrusts in and out of me at a fast pace causing my stomach to bubble already, "Don't cum yet." He says forcefully causing me to want to even more. His speed on my clit also quickens causing me to gasp aloud. "Yeah? You like that?" He asks, his voice causing my pussy to clench. I nod my head, tears brimming my eyes. He slaps my bare ass cheek, "Answer."

"Y-yes Spencer I- yes!" I couldn't even form a full sentence, his dick inside me causing me to be in this euphoric state. His thrusts started to get sloppier and finally he said,

"Come princess."

My pussy squeezed around his cock, my cum flowing out and onto himself, almost like a chain reaction, his seed filling me up. Obscenities tumble from our mouths, our moans bouncing off of the walls. After a moment of catching our breath he slowly comes out of me causing a whimper to form from my lips, i wanted him, more of him. "Oh baby, your so cute." He says his voice raspy, he kissed my forehead and i snuggled into him, wanting our naked bodies to be pressed onto one another. "We should go shower, we have a christmas party to go too." He smiles looking down at me, i look up at him with a lovesick smile, his hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead, his chest glistening.

"Carry me." I said, feeling my legs still shaking.

He chuckles and said in a mocking tone, "Poor baby." He laughs and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his torso.

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The cream sweater dress that i had picked out definitely was a good idea, Rossi's house was nice and dapper for we went there often, but this time his heater was broken, so the house was cold. We sat at the dinner table digging into the warm turkey dinner and the delicious mac and cheese platter Garcia had brought. Spencer and I had made cookies, the both of us horrid at cooking. The cookies ended up being burnt so we just ate the pies Emily and JJ had made. "I can't wait for you all to open your gifts." Penelope beamed, her cheeks flushed red from the alcohol she consumed.

"Henry wished he could come, but he's sadly at dads house." JJ pushed the bottom of her lip out pouting, placing her hand into Emily's, intertwining their fingers together.

Once everyone was finished eating we all stood and walked to the tree, where all of our gifts to one another laid. "Before we get into any gifts, I think theirs one special gift to be given." Rossi says placing his wine on the coffee table. My brows furrowed looking to the left and right to me, all eyes on Spencer and I. Spencer grabs my hand and stands me up.

"What's going on?" I ask, my heart speeding. Spencer gets down to one knee reaching into his coat pocket. My hands clutched to my chest, butterflies emitting into my stomach.

"Ivory Phillips, the love of my life," Spencer looks up at me, his glasses slightly crooked and his curly bed head hair laid perfectly on his head. "Will you marry me?" He opens the box and my hands go straight to clamp over my mouth, it was beautiful.

An emerald ring, with gold accents. Tears pricked my eyes and I slowly nodded my head, "Yes! Spencer Reid!"

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