Under My Skin - A Spencer Reid Fanfiction.

Chapter 15: Truth or Dare

 ⚠️ TW: Sexually explicit content — heavy petting & dialogue.

Song for this chapter: Glory Box — Portishead 🎵

'Give me a reason...

To love you.'

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My head felt heavy as consciousness slowly returned, the remnants of the club's bass still echoing in my fuzzy memories. The first thing I registered was the familiar comfort of my own bed— and the unmistakable warmth of someone sitting on its edge. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes to find Spencer perched there, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows, holding out a glass of water.

"Welcome back," he said softly, those intense eyes studying my face. The events at the club rushed back in fragments—his hands on my waist, that almost-moment between us, his promise about touching me when I was clear-headed. Heat crept up my neck at the memory.

Why was he being oddly nice? Had we—

"We didn't...Uh....?" I strung out awkwardly, one eyebrow raised - trying to piece together the rest of the night via my surroundings.

A chuckle escaped the brunette's lips, a low, warm sound that made my stomach flip. "No," he replied, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth at the insinuation. "Someone had to make sure you didn't—what was it you said at the club? 'Make it worth my while?'" The teasing glint in his eyes paired with the recantation made me shiver in cringe.

"Oh God," I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "I really said that, didn't I?"

As if on cue, Morgan's booming laugh carried through my apartment, followed by what sounded like JJ playfully scolding him. The familiar sounds of my team—my family, really made me smile despite my pounding headache.

"Among other things," he murmured, and the low tone of his voice brought back flashes of his fingers on my throat, his whispered promise in my ear.

"Yeah," I said, letting out a soft chuckle as I pulled myself up to a sitting position, glancing out at the chaotic living room. "I didn't realize they'd all decided to crash here. I must have passed out pretty quickly."

My living room had been transformed into an impromptu gathering spot. Garcia and JJ had claimed my oversized armchair, sharing a blanket and a bowl of snacks. Morgan sprawled across one end of my couch, while Emily perched on its arm, both nursing glasses of red wine. Rossi had somehow located my good scotch and was pouring a measure for Hotch, who had loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves—a rare sight that made me feel oddly comforted.

"Alright, everyone," one of the agents, Emily, said with a mischievous glint in her eye, "let's lighten things up with a game of Truth or Dare!"

I exchanged a glance with Reid, who seemed simultaneously amused and wary, his long fingers intertwined with the hem of his sweater vest, playing with it. This was exactly what we needed— a distraction, even if it was just a tad juvenile.

As the game progressed throughout the night, laughter filled the living room, momentarily pushing away our serious thoughts and the weight of our recent revelations. But soon enough, yawns began to punctuate the giggles and one by one the other agents excused themselves.

When the last door clicked shut behind me, a palpable shift hung in the air. The sudden quiet was broken only by the soft whir of the AC and the muddled sounds of the city beyond the window— that same beautiful sound that put me to sleep every night. I caught Reid's eye— and just before I was about to say something he interjected.

"Do you want me to go?" He queried, a tinge of sadness playing at his words.

I took a slow breath, leaning back into the plush chair by the window. In all honesty, his question caught me off guard— the slight vulnerability not being something I was used to, especially not with him. "Not if you don't want to..." I replied, my tone lighter than I felt inside.