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Reid/Elle

The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

-Nelson Mandela
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Mentions of smut and ma$turb@tion
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Summary: After Elle got convicted of murder on vacation and shot in her home, she hasn't been 'hanging' out with any men. Reid sees and offers to help, which Elle accepts.
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Flashback
"Ugh" A groan is heard from Elle's house as she rubs her clit with her index and middle fingers. Her eyes close and she starts shaking, she moans loudly and cums, but not like anything a man can do. She rolled over in her bed again as she finished masturbating for the third time that night. She got up and used the bathroom then laid down again, "I hate this" she whispered, she still on leave to get better and she hasn't even called any of her guy 'friends' back yet.
Flashback

"Elle?" Spencer repeated for the fourth time "yeah?, sorry" she looks at him, unconsciously shifting under his gaze. "Follow me?" He asks, she looks at him suspiciously but follows any ways, "When's the last time you had sex?" He asks once their in the conference room. "Excuse me?" She asks, Spencer looked at her and leaned a little closer "When's the last time you had sex?" He asks, she gulps, "um.. 7 maybe 8 months" she says, "I can help you" he whispers, his voice going deeper than usual making her whimper.

They come crashing through her door, not breaking apart until they reach the bedroom. She tears off her shirt and pants leaving her on her lingerie. Spencer took his shirt, tie and pants off. They continue their previous actions, Spencer moves from her lips to her neck and bites her sweet spot. "Spencer- Argh" she says, they keep going until he's buried balls deep in her pussy, she's shaking trying not to cum, "Spencer, tell me to cum... Please?" She begs, "Cum" he whispers.
She cuddles closer to him, he tries to get up but he decides against it once she curled up asleep.
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The End