Oblivious || Spencer Reid x Original Character

Chapter 8: Tension

'The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.' - Friedrich Nietzsche

Rory stares at the girl in the mirror. Her blonde hair lightly curled, her eyelids painted with dark colours, her lips stained with deep red. It was strange to look at this version of herself, like looking through a portal to another universe - where she had not managed to make the life for herself that she had. She shivered in the cold of the dressing room, the thin lacy lingerie not helping to keep the chill from her body. She tore her gaze away from the girl in the mirror to pull on her thigh high boots, fiddling slightly with the small earpiece she had been fitted with.

"Are you both in position?" She hears Hotch ask through the tiny speaker.

"Just finished getting ready," Rory replies glancing at herself one last time in the mirror. Before beginning to weave through the back corridors of the strip club.

"Reid is just about to enter," she hears Morgan say as she steps out into the loud club. Rory plasters a seductive smile on her lips doing her best to play the part as she greets the other girls. They knew who she was and were grateful for the added layer of protection. Her eyes scanned the room before landing on Cara, she stalks towards her slowly.

"Ruby," she says placing a light hand on the girls arm offering her a seductive smile. The redhead turns giving her a tight hug, resting her hand on Rory's waist as she pulls away turning back to the customer in front of her.

"Clark this is the friend I was telling you about, Lola," she says introducing me to the tall balding man. Rory leans in slightly closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief and allure. With a subtle tilt of her head and a knowing smirk, drawing him in. She holds out a hand to him.

"Nice to meet you," she says as he takes her hand, kissing it. It took everything in Rory not to physically recoil at her touch. His pupils dialating as he watches the two women in front of him. Rory knows enough about body language to see that the man was excited by the seemingly intimate touches exchanged by the women. This wasn't their man. She offers another seductive smile at Cara and her customer before slinking away. Eyes scanning across the room again. She catches a set of amber eyes watching her and smirks at the look on Spencer Reid's face, she looks him up and down noting his usual attire of sweater vests and cardigans had been replaced by a plain black button down, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of black fitted pants. She licked her lips subconciously, he looked good. She looked away quickly, furrowing her eyebrows for a second, allowing her mask to slip before pulling it back into place. Rory moved like a siren, weaving a cleverly constructed spell of seduction with every flick of her hair and arch of her brow. She pushed all thoughts of Spencer Reid from her mind, slipping completely into her role.

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Spencer stood by the bar, a beer in hand, he brought it to his lips every few moments maintaing the ruse of enibriation necessary for his role. His eyes sweep across the crowded club before landing on Rory.

He felt his breath hitch in his throat. A fluttering sensation stirs in his stomach as he watches her move through the crowd. She moved with a grace that commanded attention, every step a languid dance that seemed to defy gravity. He was entranced. Her hips swayed with a rhythm that suggested a hidden melody only she can hear. He released a breath he didn't know he was holding as she approached Cara. The sudden influx of air in her lungs brought him back to the case. He skimmed the room again watching as Rory drew the attention of patrons, drawing their eyes to her like moths to a flame. Each movement of hers was deliberate yet effortless.