"𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒．"
－ Season 15 Spencer Reid
T.W: This story's plot is mainly based on sexual assault. If that is a trigger of yours, I recommend you not read.
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Spencer watches as Y/n digs through her suit case diligently. "I have absolute shit to wear." She mumbles, not aware of her audience.
He disagrees severely by the sight of all of her clothes that had fallen out of her suit case, covering the floor. She continues to shuffle through all of her clothing, pulling a dress out every few moments to look at it but eventually just throwing it on the ground.
She lets out a frustrated groan and turns around, jumping at the sight of Spencer. "Oh my gosh, hello, you scared me." She puts her hand to her heart.
Spencer chuckles, uncrossing his arms. "You know we have to leave in 10 minutes, right?"
She whines and turns back towards her suit case, " I know, I can't find anything to wear though! I wish JJ or Garcia were here, they would get my pain." She says as she begins searching through her clothes again.
"Who says I don't?" Spencer questions as he sits on the bed.
She turns around, letting out an insulting laugh. "Mister Man, no offense but our styles are completely different. Plus, you're a guy." She shrugs.
Spencer lets out a chuckle, "You'd be surprised actually how many women's closets I've been in."
Y/n raises an eye brow and he immediately regrets his words, "Is that so?"
His cheeks flash a color of pink and he walks towards her, "I- uh no, not like that! I'm an FBI agent Lovely, it's basically apart of my job to go snooping around peoples houses."
She smiles up at him, a stubborn smile that he recognized all too well. "I know, I just like seeing you get all flustered when I mention how many women you've been with." She spins back around leaving him with questions.
"What? How many women I've been with? How many women do you think I've been with?" He asks, walking over to her continuously staring at two dresses.
"Are we talking sex or just dating? I'd say about 5 for dating, maybe 3 for sex?" She replies, flashing her eyes up to his. He senses jealously but he knows that's all she knows from her past relationships.
Spencer's lips turn up at the corners, "one, miss nosy-pants."
She raises an eyebrow and opens her mouth slightly "wait, Spencer Reid isn't a virgin?" A smile grows on her face as Spencer's mouth opens in offense.
