A year after leaving the BAU, Spencer Reid is restless and struggling to adjust to civilian life. Not finding any fulfillment or respite in it, he decides to take a position with Homeland. On assignment he meets you, a former Master Gunnery Sergeant...
Summary: Spencer leaves for America, and after... you find Mercer waiting at your trailer
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Spencer woke up grinning like a fiend.
You wanted him too. He couldn't believe it. He'd thought he would go home for Christmas miserable and feeling alone, and as always you flipped his expectations on a dime and he wound up doing something completely opposite.
Holding you tightly in the heat of the morning pouring into the CU, and with the most painful boner of his life, he woke up happy and with his heart more full than it had been in years.
After a blessed thirty minutes of soft kissing that quickly turned into more than he could handle without his pants off, he reluctantly untangled himself for you to prepare for his flight back to the States. You laced up your boots as he packed his bag, filling it with his shirts and cargo pants when he noticed you scowling at him.
"What?" he asked playfully, glaring back.
"You don't wanna wear your little suit?" you asked, amusement alight in your beautiful eyes.
Spencer zipped up his bag and came over to sit next to you on the bed, sliding his hand over your thigh and palming it. You leaned into his touch and rested against his shoulder, your perfume and sweat washing over him.
"I don't want to get used to wearing them again until we're back for good," he said quietly. "Besides, these shitty cotton clothes remind me of you."
"Oh, what a compliment," you chuckled. You wrapped one of your hands around his bicep and held him close, sighing. "I'm gonna miss you guys. I'm not looking forward to the week with Mercer and his crew."
"We can st-," he began, but you cut him off with a firm squeeze.
"I'll call you tomorrow night, DC time," you said quietly, as if you were embarrassed, "just to check in."
Spencer laughed before pressing his lips to your temple, committing the soft sigh that escaped you as you settled into the feeling of it to memory. "I'll pick up the phone."
