Under My Skin - A Spencer Reid Fanfiction.

Chapter 11: Hotel

 ⚠️ TW: Sexually explicit content — heavy petting.

Song for this chapter: Hotel — Montell Fish 🎵

'When I met you in that hotel room,
I could tell that you were some bad news.'

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The door to our hotel room swung open, revealing an unexpectedly spacious room adorned with warm, dim lighting and a somewhat fair-sized bed that seemed to dominate the room. I stepped inside, my heart pounding from the whirlwind of emotions. This was it—just me and Reid... alone in a hotel room...

I looked around, trying to ignore the anxiety bubbling inside me. My gaze fell on the couch in the corner, a sad little thing that looked as if it could barely fit one person, let alone someone as tall as Reid. "So... one bed, huh?" I said, trying to keep the mood light. I back at him, half-expecting a sarcastic comeback. "You'll have to fight me for it."

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not going to fight you for a bed, Mira. I'll take the couch."

I couldn't help but let out a small laugh at that. "Good luck with that thing. It looks like it could collapse under you."

"Yeah, better than sharing a bed with you," he shot back, his eyes narrowing slightly, but there was a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

There was a pause, the silence stretching uncomfortably between us. I could feel my pulse quickening, an electric hum sparking to life as I realized we were both caught in this moment, suspended in the tension of what could happen next— if anything.

I took a deep breath, deciding to challenge the heaviness in the air. "You know, Reid, sharing a bed isn't the worst thing in the world. Some people even find it comforting." My voice was teasing, and playful. Part of me craved that closeness, even if just for a night, even if it was my work rival.

He raised an eyebrow, scepticism dancing in his features. "Comforting? Or just... intimate?"

The way he said 'intimate' sent a shiver down my spine, and I bit back a grin. For some reason, I liked hearing him speak about...well...intimacy?
Maybe it's just because he was so analytical all the time and this proved he actually was a human with emotions and not just a snarky robot. "Why not both? There's a difference between sharing a bed and actually... you know." I let the sentence hang, the implication obvious.

Reid looked away, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves," he replied, his tone trying to sound light but failing to mask the underlying tension. "We're supposed to be working, remember?"

As the words swung in the air, I turned to the bed, the soft fabric inviting yet intimidating. The moonlight filtering through the blinds cast a silver hue over everything, creating an atmosphere that felt both comforting and charged with anticipation.

I took a deep breath and said, "I'll change first. Quickly."
"Right," he replied, his voice almost breathless. I could feel the tension shifting as he backed away, giving me space, but not before I caught the way his eyes lingered on me just a second longer than necessary.

Turning around, I took a moment to compose myself before slowly reaching for the hem of my shirt. I pulled it over my head, letting it fall to the floor. A rush of adrenaline coursed through me as I felt his eyes on my back. I could almost hear the steady thump of his heart mirroring my own.

My body hesitated, the cool air brushing against my skin sending a tremble through me. I glanced back over my shoulder, catching his looks wide and fixed on me, the surprise mingling with something deeper—desire. The heat of the moment coaxed me to linger just a bit longer, to feel the weight of his gaze pressing against me like a gentle push.