Spencer reid one shots/smut

BEAST OF BURDEN*

Scenario: When your boyfriend shows up unannounced, it seems like the biggest inconvenience in the world. But it might just be exactly what you need.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning/Includes: A little age gap cause that's my thing and smut :)

Author: eideticmemory on Tumblr
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You are reading out loud to yourself. Your fingertips press to your temple, your eyes burn red from the dim florescent lighting and the small text on every page. A faint whisper of insanity: *After transient vasoconstriction (lasting only for seconds), arteriolar vasodilation occurs, resulting in locally increased blood flow and engorgement of the down-stream capillary beds. This vascular expansion is the cause of redness (erythema) and warmth characteristics of acute -*

It is 2 in the morning and your phone goes off and it not only interrupts your train of thought and your place in reading, but your music as well. Matthew's name flashes on the screen and you exhale a heavy, tired sigh and put your face in your hands.

"Hello?"

"Hello?" he sounds panicked. "Where are you?"

"What the hell? I'm at the library, where are you?"

Silence. "You're at the library?"

"Yeah?"

"You're not home?"

"No," you are annoyed now. "Where are you?"

There is more silence. It is longer and heavier and Matthew says, "I'm at your place."

And for some reason, this puts you in motion. You have not moved in hours and your bones crack but it does not slow you down. Packing up your bag, you try to keep your voice down, "You're what?"

"I'm at your place. I brought flowers."

"Matthew, what the hell?" you say, but it is more to yourself than him.

"Let me come pick you up from the library," he offers. "I can be there in 10."

"I'll walk, it's not that far."

"No, it's dark, I'm already in the car. Just hang tight, baby."

You roll your eyes and take a seat with a huff, plopping down so hard that the table rattles and along with it goes your brain. Matthew says he'll be there in 10 but he makes it with three minutes to spare and you walk out to the car, hiking your bag up on your shoulder. When you get in, he is smiling at you but you do not have a smile to return and you recline in your seat. He thinks you are asleep for the entire drive, and to him, that makes sense. To him, it's no big deal. He just wants to take you home and tuck you into bed.

Though when you arrive at your apartment, he is  jolted to see you hop out of the car. He doesn't think you'll wait for him before you walk in, but you do. You unlock the door and push your way inside and the door nearly hits him in your wake.

"You're upset," he says and you really feel like you could lose it.

You drop your bag to the ground and it causes a monumental echo throughout the room. You turn around and Matthew is too timid to fully enter the space, cowering by the front door.

"You're observant," you tell him.

"I fucked up," he says this like a statement. It carries and contains all accountability.

"Hmm," you tilt your head, pucker your lips. "I wouldn't say you fucked up. I would say...you didn't think."

"I was worried about you," you see his face soften. "I hadn't seen you in so long and you weren't really replying to my calls or texts and you sounded so stressed on the phone."