Spencer Reid and Tom Cruise Imagines

Marshmallow (smut)

16+
Content: Unprotected sex, fingering

"Okay people, marshmallow time!"

I grabbed a stick and stuck a fluffy pink marshmallow on the end. The rest of the team did the same, except Spencer. I turned to look at him, and he just stared blankly at me. His eyes were half closed, and his mouth hung slightly open. "Hey, genius, you in there?" I asked, tilting my head. No answer. I clicked my fingers in front of his face, and he jumped.

He cleared his throat. "Sorry, I-I guess I zoned out."

"No biggie. You having marshmallows with us?"

"I, um, I've never actually had one before..."

I stared at him, eyes wide. "You're telling me you've never tasted the sweetness and fluffiness of a marshmallow?"

His cheeks flushed as he looked down at his feet, embarrassed. "Y-yeah, I'm not one for sweets."

"You literally have seven sugars in your coffee-"

"That's an exception!"

We shared a moment of laughter and lightly slapped each others arm. I grabbed another stick and marshmallow and placed it on the end. I handed him the stick, and he looked like he had no idea what he was doing. He looked my way, and I couldn't keep myself from laughing.

"What? I've never done this before." he smiled.

"I'm sorry, you just look so lost! Here, hold it over the fire-"

I guided his hand to hold the stick over the fire and turned it left and right to evenly toast the marshmallow. "You see, not so hard." I turned my head to look at him again, and his cheeks were flushed yet again. "Hey, you okay?"

"Huh? Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He tried his best to hide the colour in his cheeks, failing. A silence blared between us for a few moments. Then, as if by magic, that silence was broken.

"Come on, lovebirds, join us for s'mores!" Derek called. And with that, we made our way to the other side of the campfire to sit with everyone else.

As we all ate the crunchy, fluffy, and chocolatey goodness around the fire, I took a minute to think. Since I joined the BAU, I had always felt something for Spencer. When I first laid eyes on him, my whole world changed. I was overwhelmed by everything about him- his personality, his cuteness, those oh-so-soft brown curls. I thought I had done a pretty good job at hiding my feelings, after all, he only ever treated me like a friend.

But the last few months have been different. He had felt more awkward around me, he didn't hug or touch me as much. Every time we were alone, he would fidget and avoid eye contact. Thinking back to it, I started to wonder...

Did he feel the same?

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"Alright guys, time for tent allocations." Hotch finished off his beer and stood up, everyone else doing the same. "Emily, you're with JJ. Derek, you're with Garcia. Dave, you're with me. Y/N, you're with Spencer."

I smiled at Spencer, but he just returned it tightly. "I'll, uh, see you in the tent?"

"Sure." I replied. He walked over to the tent and entered it without another word. I made my way over to Derek and Garcia's tent and caught him before he could go inside. "Hey, Derek?"

"What's up, Y/N?"

"Everything okay with Spencer? He's been a little awkward lately."