"Marceline Lyra Salden, at your service."
"Spencer Reid," he says, "Detective Spencer Reid, actually. At yours."
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+Spencer Reid X OC
A weary detective strides into the dimly lit bar, his sharp eyes scanning the faces of the patrons...
When morning hits, Marceline's exhaustion forces her to sleep in. Normally, she's a light sleeper but this morning, in Spencer's arms, in Spencer's bed, in Spencer's house, she's as dead as a doornail.
They're close and tangled with each other, Spencer curled on Marcie's cheek and shoulder.
His eyes flutter open. Everything smells like her, and he doesn't move. He doesn't want to. She's so soft, and warm. He notices his erection pressed flush to the side of her hip.
The stupor wears off: he tenses. He still doesn't want to move, now it's not to disturb her. He tried to calm himself down, repeating 'she doesn't mind' over and over in his head.
Somehow she knows he's awake, and to prevent him from moving, she shimmies closer to his chest. She's still quite dead asleep but her mind knows it's morning. The birds chirp softly and a single ray of light shines through the window, touching her face.
In cat-like movements, she tries to remove the sun from her face by touching her nose and eyes.
"A- ah," goes Spencer, involuntarily. In the short span of a night, he learned that pleasure can feel just as intense as pain.
A broken rib, Marcie's leg brushing against him.
His hand tightens on the skirt of the crinoline.
She continues to touch her face, making sounds of annoyance. She turns her face away and soon her whole body. She grabs him by his waist, and exhales, still fast asleep. She truly dreams of nothing, or nothing worth remembering.
He breathes in deep.
"Okay. Okay. Hey." And he kisses the top of her head, then right at the hairline. "Marcie. Good morning."
She groans a response, keeping her eyes shut. If she opens her eyes, then she'll have to get up, and at this moment it wasn't an option. She inhales deeply, pretending to sleep.
He kisses her cheek, and her nose, using the movement to turn his hips away from her until he's lying on his back. He looks at her face, so peaceful. His eyes skip to her chest before he catches himself and blushes.
She can feel his eyes on her, she shifts to create a distraction. She lays on her back as well, her hair curls all around her.
He kisses, gently, her closed eyelid.
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"Marcie, please, you're killing me."He hugs her a little bit tighter.
"Hm?" she opens one eye then closes it, stretching her arms. She slowly sits up, her hair is wild, an indication of a good night's rest.
"what have I done now?" she says, rubbing her eyes.
"Well... nothing. Nothing, really." He tilts his head to watch her stretch, see how her muscles move under her skin. "Good morning."
