DISTRACTION | Spencer Reid Fanfic

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"Sorry," she mumbled, flustered by my touch.

I released her hand, looking into the abyss of my drink. "No, I apologise... I just have a lot on my mind."

The young women, looked over to her friends who had not realised her clumsiness and left her behind. She contemplated if it was worth delving into this or if she should just go back to her table. She gave in a sat down on the chair beside mine. "It can't be worse than getting dumped by your boyfriend one week before you sister's wedding. God help all the questions I will get. Then having your car towed outside the bank that you had to go to, to pay your now ex-boyfriend back for the necklace he bought you because you in fit of emotion you chucked it out the window into a hedge and know it's lost to nature. Only to find out that it was expensive, and he wants compensation for it. Oh, and I almost forgot. It's my birthday and I just spilled a drink on this intimidatingly mysterious yet probably the most handsome guys I have ever met." She barely gasped for a breath.

I tapped the side of my glass. "Is that true?"

She cocked her head to the side. "Yeah, my boyfri... sorry, ex-boyfriend is a dick." She shook her head in disgust. "I don't know what I ever saw in him."

"No," I chuckled. "Is it really your birthday today?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry" she blushed, pulling her shoulder to her ears.

"Stop apologising." My abruptness surprised her again.

"Sorry," she mumbled again.

"Well, happy birthday." I held up my glass as a toast to her. "I haven't got you anything," I clicked my tongue.

"I didn't expect you to. You don't know me." She rested her arms on the tabled her tender skin grazing my arm.

"Really?" I teased. "I think that I know you better than you know you."

She raised her brow. "Oh, do you now?"

I nodded, dragging my gaze up her arm, across to her exposed cleavage, before resting on her lips.

She squirmed under my scrutiny. "What is it that you know?"

She played right into my hand. I leaned in closer to her, so that my hot breath washed over her. "I know... that you heart is racing, your stomach is in butterflies, you're feeling a little warm. You've flipped you've hair six times. You've adjusted the straps of you dress to give me a better view and you haven't bothered pulling the hem of you dress down even. Though you are aware of how much of your legs are on display, because you keep glancing down. But you want me to notice. Don't you? You're talking to me but really your thinking about my hands roaming your body. Wondering if I'm going to take you home."

Her breath hitched. "Does that normally work for you?"

"You tell me?" I grinned, dropping my hands to the exposed skin of her thigh, gauging her response. As I expected, her quads clenched but she maintained strict contact with my palm.

"So are you?" She sounded breathless and I had barely touched her.

"Am I what?"

"Are you taking me home with you?" She looked up at me innocently through her eyelashes.

A devilish smile spread across my face. "Well, I do have to give you a birthday present don't I." I pulled her thighs apart, snaking my hand closer to her warmth.

She looked around us in a fluster, speechless at the fact that I was so brazen with my touch in such a public setting.

I finished off my drink, pulling her off her chair as got to my feet. I pressed my crotch into her back, resting my hand on the front of her hips and pressing her into me, so she could feel the hardness. "Grab your shit. Tell your friends you're leaving. Meet me outside." I harshly back away from her, not waiting to hear her protest. Not that she would.