A Man Like You (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Admit it

PRESENT DAY  (following the events of ch. 2)

OCTOBER

There was nothing wrong with being in love.

Except for the fact that it was you who was in it.

You had fallen for Spencer Reid.

You had your heart broken before, more than once, and it felt as though each loss was even more painful than the last. The grief that came with losing the person you loved most in the world felt much like a knife being plunged deep into your stomach - your blood, guts and soul pooling onto the floor as you begged for the excruciating pain to cease. You tried everything you could to stop the hurt. You took up new hobbies, changed your look, switched jobs; you even prayed for guidance and wisdom, but the only thing that ever helped the grief was time.

And you'd rather be damned before wasting anymore of your precious time.

You knew you'd end up loving Spencer the moment he dropped that stupid pen. The moment he knelt down in front of you and met your eyes. It was as if he could see right into you. He was gentler and kinder than any man you had ever loved before, his heart more pure than any of your old ex lovers or past dominants.

You tried to fight against your feelings, still jaded over the fact that you had been so easily convinced to fall in love in the past. You were angry at yourself for being so open with your heart, for letting people who didn't deserve it take advantage of your devotion. People were shitty, that wasn't anything new, but you had always wanted to see the best in them.

You saw the good in Spencer, but part of you questioned if you really knew him. If you truly knew who he was. Four months was not a long time in the retrospect of your entire life and he was still a stranger in many ways. And despite the fact that he was the first thought on your mind when you woke up every morning, and the last image in your head before you fell asleep at night...

you just couldn't bring yourself to say those three little words.

Your cell went off for the fourth time that morning and your stomach ache had gotten worse with every passing hour. You knew it wasn't Ama, your editor, as she was strictly an emailer and you had your laptop open in case she needed to contact you. You knew it wasn't any of your friends or family, since they all had designated ringtones you would recognize immediately. Which would only leave one person.

The person you had been ignoring all morning. The person who had eaten your pussy like a dessert and fucked you passionately on his dining room table the night before. You had realized then that you wanted nothing more in this world than to proclaim that you were his, not just as his submissive, but his for the rest of your life.

Spencer.

You groaned, shoving your head in your hands as you did your best to steady your breathing. You felt like an ass. Ignoring him was not okay in the slightest and you knew you owed him a reply. It was a decent thing to do. You picked up your phone.

8:03 am

Spencer Reid: You ran out quickly last night. Have I done or said anything that upset you?

9:45 am

Spencer Reid: Call me when you can.

11:01 am

Spencer Reid: I'm worried about you.

12:23 pm

Spencer Reid: Hey. Please.

Hey. Please.

You gave in. Thumbing his contact photo, your stomach churned as it began to dial his number. Spencer answered before the first ring ended.

"Are you okay? Has something happened?"

You sighed. "Spencer. I-"

"Are you safe? I can leave Quantico and be at your apartment in 40 minutes. If highway patrol stops me I'll tell them it's FBI business and I'm needed in the city immediately-"

"Hush. Spence. I'm fine. I'm okay." You could hear his heavy breathing on the other end, it sounded like he was speed walking.

"What's going on, baby?"

The sound of your pet name leaving his mouth nearly brought tears to your eyes.

"Spence, I promise I'm not hurt. I just don't know what's happening to me..."

"Did you want to safeword? Is that it?"

"No! No. Not at all. I know when to stop a scene if I need to. It's...not that." You held your breath. "It's more than that."

There was a long pause before he replied.

"Is this about last night when I asked if you were okay?"

You nodded and even though he couldn't see you, Spencer knew that you were. You heard him take a deep breath in and exhale.

"I wanted to say it too." He said.

You almost broke right there and then.

I wanted to say it too.

"I know." You said, defeated.

More silence, and then,

"Can I come see you tonight? I should be done just past eight. We can talk."

"Spencer I just don't think it's a good-"

"Please."

Your heart twisted. You couldn't stand to hear him beg.

"Okay." You said simply and hung up.

You brought your hand to your neck, absentmindedly playing with your collar as you stared into space.

Were you self sabotaging? It was always easier...rather than them leaving on their own terms.

But Spencer wouldn't do this.

He wanted to say it too.

Spencer wants to be with you.

He wanted to say it too.

So you sat there and waited.