Under My Skin - A Spencer Reid Fanfiction.

Chapter 16: Observations & Complications

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

Song for the chapter: Call Out My Name - The Weeknd 🎵

'Call out my name when I kiss you so gently,

I want you to stay,'

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It was strange, how often I'd thought about this, thought about giving in with him, and how often I'd brushed the thought away, reminding myself of who he was.

Reminding myself that he was just an agent at my work who had serious problems with tone, was overly analytical and harshly infuriating...

The man who constantly challenged my short fuse— somehow always getting a rise out of me. Whether it was through an off-handed comment or cocky smirk— it didn't matter because now here we were admitting something about the dynamic between us we hadn't intended to before.

We'd been denying this tension for weeks and weeks, too long pretending that it wasn't there, or that it was just anger and annoyance. But there was no denying it now, not with the way he had me trapped in his arms, the way his touch was bringing me to the edge of insanity.

"Begging already?" he teased, his hands now meeting with my clothed core. "Tell me exactly what you want."

I had no dignity left, not with the way he was making me feel. "You," I panted, arching against his touch with a gasp. "Just you. Your hands on me, everywhere, I don't care how as long as I can feel you, please—"

His hands finally found the edge of my pants, sliding beneath the fabric to press against my heat. "Is this what you want?" he purred.

I couldn't find the words, I couldn't even speak as his fingers pressed flush against my clothed slit, swiping upwards in one swoop. A choked gasp escaped me, my body destroying itself against his touch — craving more of him. "Yes," I managed to gasp, the word sounding more like a helpless plea.

He was struggling too, I could tell by the rough edge of his breathing and the way his hands trembled slightly as they explored my body. "You're so sensitive."

I just looked at him, my mouth slightly parted and eyebrows furrowed as he finally began to circle around my bud of nerves.

Fuck.

"Shit— that—" I gasped, curling in his lap almost involuntarily.

He didn't respond with words, focusing instead on the movements of his fingers, the way his touch was driving me crazy. He was concentrating, and eager, using every bit of his intelligence to just about kill me off.

I felt exposed, and vulnerable, but there was a sense of safety too. "Don't look at me like that," I murmured under my breath.

"Why not?" Reid questioned, his voice low and rough and movements never wavering.

"Because it makes it harder to think," I admitted shamefully, my gasps fastening as he pressed just right, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.

"That's the point," he retorted, a cocky smirk on his face. "I don't want you thinking. You stole that from me. I spent so long being the smartest one in the room until you came along."

His fingers quickened, earning a strain of whimpers from my mouth— my head resting in the crook of his neck.

"Spencer..." I called out quietly, my eyes tight shut revelling in the mad state he had me in.

At this point I was panting, my hand gripping into his shoulder— desperate for him to keep going, for him not to stop his movements. I had thought about this moment so many times before that it left me crossing my legs at work in shame...