✔️As Neighbors Do | (Spencer Reid)

Bold

Please note this story has been changed to a mature rating for sexual content. 18+ only. This chapter can be skipped if you are uncomfortable with that. Also, the story starts getting a little dark after this as well, so viewer discretion is advised.

bold

adjective

(of a person, action, or idea) showing an ability to take risks; confident and courageous.

The door clicked behind them and Max felt her back press against the wall, pushed by the weight of Spencer's body, and the force of his mouth. But even with her heels, their height difference made things difficult.

He was very tall, after all.

Still, he leaned into her, with his hands on either side of her face.

The desire and need that he was pushing in to her might have made her think he would push her into the wall itself if she didn't know better, and maybe Max wasn't cut out for slow burns because she never had been a very patient person, especially when she was a little tipsy.

She recognized they both were, and that was probably the reason she was able to cease some of her over thinking.

She their shared state might be helping Spencer too.

Why had she delayed the inevitable for so long and kept her impulses so close to the cuff.

They were dangerous, that's why. But she'd worry about that later.

She pushed him off of her and made for his belt, Spencer's jaw slackened a bit and he balanced his hands on the wall behind her. When she'd undone it, he pushed himself against her again, but she twisted, turning to face the wall and lift her hands to the zipper of her dress.

He put a hand on top of hers and she felt the rapid beating of his heart against her chest, along his hot breath beside her face.

"Did you wear this for me?" He asked, almost panting. His voice sounded lower, less sugary sweet than it always was.

She looked over her shoulder at him and responded, "technically."

"Keep it on," he said firmly, and she lowered her hands.

She felt his long fingers bunching up the fabric at her thigh.

The alcohol made him... bold, she thought.

Max let out a harsh breath and let her head fall back to his shoulder, his mouth dragged around the crook of her neck.

She let his fingers make contact with the skin of her thigh, then up up to her bare hip.

He let out a chuckle at what he found there, or didn't, rather.

"So you planned this," he said, referring to her lack of underwear.

"I left options open," she said, and she trembled as she felt his fingers crawl to her front and slide down.

When they met their mark at the apex of her core she let out a hiss. As he stroked her, she could feel him maneuvering himself the rest of the way out of his pants.

Max raised her hands to the wall to balance herself.

Then one of his fingers entered her.

Cheeky banter left, she had no words, only soft hums in response to his movements.

She arched her back, and she could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back.

She let out an annoyed whimper, she needed more.