How Dare You [ReidxReader] - 2nd Edition

(21) Towels and Sheets

Huddled under a blanket together, you sit on the sofa, each with a cup of coffee in hand. Compared to your other habits of consumption, that's a pretty healthy breakfast.

Spencer urges you closer and you lay your legs across his. In silence, you drink your coffee, glancing at each other with a smile on your lips. Eventually, you take his free hand and intertwine your fingers with his. He runs his thumb over the back of your hand. You sigh and close your eyes, letting your head roll to the side and rest on his chest.

"God, I'm glad you arrested my dealer." Spencer suddenly says.

You sit up and look at him, laughing out loud.

He joins and presses a kiss to your temple.

You hum and kiss his cheek, mumbling: "One of the few great ideas my coked-out brain had."

Spencer leans back and asks, more serious now: "How often did you use?"

You avoid eye-contact and put your cup down. He does as well, but then squeezes your hand, gently reminding you that he won't let you off the hook.

"Like once a week, sometimes more."

"Jesus Christ." He breathes out.

You raise an eyebrow: "You're the one to talk."

"You know," Spencer laughs but then bites his lip to stop himself.

You turn in his embrace, one hand on the back of his neck and ask: "What?"

"No, it's petty."

"Oohh, now I need to know." You run your fingers up through his hair.

"Fine. I was just thinking that Hotch would be furious if he'd knew how good you're at work whilst being strung out."

You grin and then turn around to straddle Spencer: "You think I'm good at my job?"

"Obviously."

"Hm, I think what Hotch would bother is just how friendly our very appropriate relationship between colleagues has become."

Spencer tilts his chin up, hands resting on your waist: "Do you think we need to worry about it?"

You shake your head: "He won't fire the best profiler that works for the FBI."

"You think I'm the best profiler?"

"Obviously." You lean closer to his lips. "He may fire me though. So, we should keep it lowkey."

Suddenly, Spencer pushes you to the side and pins you to the sofa, him on top of you.

Your breathing immediately quickens.

He goes on to press kisses to the side of your neck as his hands roam your body. Determined, he yanks the blanket that had been covering you off and throws it aside.

Excited, you shift under him.

Once again, his hand wanders into your panties.

"How about this?" He murmurs into your ear. "Is this lowkey enough?"

Your reply turns into a moan when he pushes his middle finger into you.

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Neck stretched as you arch your back, you sigh: "Spencer, fuck."

Smiling, he kisses your lips, thrusting his fingers slowly in and out of you. You put one arm around him, and use the other to yank your panties down, making it easier for Spencer to move his hand.