𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 ━━ LYDIA MARTIN

86

"ARE YOU SURE this is a good idea?"

At Lydia's question, Reid rolled his eyes. They had both gotten to his house about fifteen minutes ago, having decided not to go to school. He was surprised that she had actually listened to him and skipped as well.

"Of course," he filled their bowls with ice cream while she sat on the kitchen counter, watching him, "why wouldn't it be?"

"I don't know, maybe because Scott and the others would probably need you?" She tilted her head to the side, a questioning look on her face. "I mean, with what's out there-"

"- For fuck's fake," he cut her off with a groan, stopping his action. "Think of it this way, I'm- we are taking a day off, all right? If Scott or whoever else needs either of us, they can just call." He placed the ice cream box back in the fridge and grabbed two spoons from the holder, putting one in each bowl.

"Okay," she nodded, her eyes darting to his covered stomach, "how's your wound?"

"All healed," he muttered, walking over to her before handing her a bowl, "there you go."

She took the ice cream from him, her fingers wrapping themselves around the spoon while he came to stand in front of her, in between her legs with his bowl in his hand. "So do you have any plans for today?"

Reid hummed in response, shoving a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. "Yes, I do."

"Mind telling me?"

Instead of replying, he bit his lip to fight off a smile at the several things he had in mind for her. "What?" She chuckled at his expression as she ate her ice cream as well, "tell me."

"Guess you'll just have to find out." Was all what he said. Lydia rolled her eyes but didn't bother asking again, knowing he wouldn't tell her anything.

Once they were done, he placed both their bowls in the he sink. He walked back towards the strawberry blonde just in time to find her darting her tongue out to get rid of the cream on her lower lip.

"Anyway," he clicked his tongue, trying to get rid of the several thoughts that got in his mind at the simple action. "I'm gonna go take a shower. You can wait for me—"

"— Can I join?"

"Can you what?" He did a double take. She laughed, jumping off the counter, "come on, pretty boy," she began walking towards the stairs, leaving him behind, "let's go shower."

Reid stood there for a few seconds, collecting his thoughts before he found himself following her rather quickly. The strawberry blonde had already entered the bathroom and was discarding her clothes when he walked in.

"Someone's eager," he taunted as he lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

"Remember all those times we were interrupted?" She raised her brows, her hand reaching out to unclasp her bra. When he nodded, she went on, "well, we're about to make up for it."

"Fucking was part of the plan, by the way–" he was trying not to let his eyes fall on her exposed body, "– but I thought you'd want to keep that for tonight."

"People can fuck several times a day," she shrugged and gave him a wide smile when the clear look of surprise took over his features. "We can do it again later."