DISTRACTION | Spencer Reid Fanfic

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It's been so long since I updated, but I think I have a little bit of a flow back.

Thanks for being patient x

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The corners of Y/n's mouth curled upwards, and her cheeks lifted to her eyes, making them smaller but gleam brighter. I was lost in her elation. The concentric rings of varying shades, spiralling in her iris.

"Is there something on my face?" Her hand instantly reached out to her face, making my loose watch plumet down her arm towards her elbow.

"No." I reached out to remove her hand from obstructing my view of her face. "Can I touch you?" I hesitated, not letting my fingertips touch her skin, but feeling the tingle of our proximity.

"You have to ask?" Y/n's took my hand and placed it on her cheek, nuzzling closer. She was warm. It was comforting. Like when you sit next to fireplace on a rainy day.

"I just wanted to make sure." Truthfully, there was a pang of fear in me that she would pull away from me. She was my solution. The only reason I had been able to hang on to my sobriety over the past few months. Without her...

I don't even want to think about the consequences.

But she didn't pull away. Instead, she became the person that grounded me. She was there for all the bad days, when I would sit in the dark after a terrible case. She was the ultimate distraction. But the I was worried that I would become addicted to having her and not in the innocent way I had once seen her.

She tugged my arm and pulled me on to her couch. She snuggled into my side. For once I felt content. My new vice was latched onto my side.

I leant down and kissed her, exploring her body with my hands, swallowing each other's breaths.

"What time is it?" She puffed as my hand snacked under her shirt.

"What?" I found it hard concentrate with the heat of her supple skin beneath my fingertips. "Nine." I felt the lace of her bra brush under my hand.

"What?" She breathed in alarm. She unhooked herself from me. "I... I umm... need a minute." She backed away from the couch.

Was she leaving me hanging dry? "What?" I adjusted my clothes.

Y/n escaped into her room.

"Y/n?" I slowly shuffled off the couch. I hesitated as I reached her door. I pushed it slowly, it creaked as I pushed it. The room was dark, but light spilled into the room from the bathroom. Y/n gripped onto the edge of the bathroom sink, avoiding her reflection. I could see the crack as she rummaged through a bag and held up a small vial.

This couldn't be true. She was the one that was deterring me. I watched as she cringed and filled up the syringe, jamming it in her arm and rolling down her sleeve.

I scuttled back, plonking myself back on the couch as if I had never moved.

She entered the room again as if nothing happened.

"Are you okay?" I asked her as she circled the kitchen island.

"Yep. Fine." She poured herself some water. "Will you stay?" She asked, looking over the top her glass.

"If you will let me." I fell backwards on the couch. Then the air escaped my body as Y/n climbed onto me. She hovered her face above mine. Her eyes were dilated more than usual.

"I guess I'll make an exception." She brought her nose till it touched mine. "Not to make this awkward or anything but I've never..."

"Never what?" I exhaled dragging my hands up her back and weaving them through her hair.

"Been interested by anyone long enough to commit."

I snorted. "Are you trying to tell me that you might get bored of me?"

"No." She was being serious. The smile immediately wiped off my face. "I'm letting you know that the fact I've let this, whatever this is, get this far is scary for me."

"Why?" I whispered.

"I hope one day I can tell you." She played with the top button on my shirt. The way she looked up at me through her lashes had me in a frenzy. I gripped her head bringing her in that last inch and smashing my lips into hers. Meanwhile, Y/n began frantically unbuttoning my shirt, pulling it apart when she reached the bottom. She paced her hands on my bare chest, my stomach erupted in butterflies. She slowed her pace. Her kisses were slower and longer. Gone was the frenzy and it was replaced with teasing. Reigning back. Putting herself in control. She sat up on me, stabilising herself with hand on my chest. She pulled off her shirt exposing her naked torso and barely there bra, that left little to the imagination. She slowly leaned forward, one of the straps sliding off her shoulder. She hovered her lips above mine as if she was going in for a kiss. When I tried to press my lips to hers, she giggled as she dodged me and pressed my further onto the couch. I grunted in the longing to touch her. I reached up for her and she caught my hand before I could make contact. She didn't drop them though. Instead, she brought them to the material that covered her breast, placing them there, before she dropped her hands back behind her resting them on my thighs. She rocked back and forth, teasing my crotch until it became too uncomfortable. That was it for me. I jolted up, bringing my hands to the base of her neck. She gasped in surprise. I ran my thumb over her long neck, pressing ever so slightly. I brought my face in line with hers.

"What makes you think you are in control?" Releasing one of my hands from her neck, I support her lower back as I flip her over. She scrambles to clutch onto me. I pressed her hands up above her head. With my other hand I traced her skin, tugging gently at the material of her bra as if I was to remove it. Her breath caught when I used my tongue to lick from her sternum up to her neck, the cool AC air, tingling her skin where my hot breath had been.

I sat back up, admiring her body under mine. I was suddenly aware of the next step I had to make to progress this. I pulled at the hem of my open shirt. I was nervous. Even though I knew she wouldn't judge. I took in a deep breath and shrugged it off, exposing the scars that marked my arms.

Y/n sat cross-legged across from me. She held onto my forearms, gently stroking each scar. Then she got up on her knees so eye's were in level with mine. "You're okay," she whispered. I engulfed her in my arms, crushing her into my chest. I hoisted her up from the couch and carried her over to bedroom, laying her down on the bed. For the first time in a long time, I didn't want to be rough or fast. I didn't need that for my distraction. I wanted to savour the taste of her. Prolong every touch.