Under My Skin - A Spencer Reid Fanfiction.

Chapter 17: Stay

⚠️ TW: Sexually explicit content — Heavy petting, sexual dialogue & oral sex.

Song for the chapter: One Of The Girls - The Weeknd & Lily Depp 🎵

'We don't gotta be in love, no

I don't gotta be the one, no

I just wanna be one of your girls tonight...'

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Reid's apartment door slammed shut with a reverberating thud, the lock quickly clicking into place. Before I could even process our arrival, I found myself underneath Reid's body —lean yet surprisingly powerful— pinning me harshly against a wall.

The dim lighting cast soft shadows across the room, illuminating the countless books lining the shelves, a testament to his nerdy obsessions. My gaze flickered across the spines, noting everything from classic literature to obscure psychology texts, and I couldn't help but smirk.

"Wow, Spencer, it's like a library threw up in here. Are you always this boring?" I teased, my heart racing as the stormy intensity of his gaze met mine.

I mean really, no romance books? How did he learn all his... you know... skills?

He didn't miss a beat, stepping closer, his breath ghosting over my lips with need. "Boring, is that what you call intelligence?" He leaned in, locking eyes with me for just a heartbeat long before crashing his mouth against mine with a dire urgency that took my breath away.

"Fucking hell, Mira. I don't know whether to kiss you or throw you out," he murmured against my lips, the hint of an underlying awkwardness seeping through.

"Maybe a little of both?" I shot back, the playful challenge slipping from my mouth, eager to goad him.

His eyes darkened, a mix of amusement and restraint coursing through him. "Very funny. You're lucky I'm too far gone to care about our little rivalry right now."

Spencer's hands — strong yet trembling— slid down my side, his fingers deftly finding the hem of my shirt and slipping beneath it. I shivered at the contact, his slightly cold hands eliciting goosebumps all over my now-heating skin.

In that moment, I couldn't help myself. I leaned in closer, biting down gently on his lower lip as I pulled away, watching the surprise bloom on his face. It was the same look I'd seen in moments of vulnerability—the awkward genius battling his insecurities.

"What was that for?" he asked, clearly unprepared for my boldness, his voice a mix of confusion and desire.

"Just wanted to see how you'd react," I replied, my voice dripping with mischief. "You seem tempted?"

"Um, well... I—" He faltered, an adorably flustered look crossing his features, the corners of his mouth twitching as he struggled to find his words. It made him even more endearing. "That's, uh, technically—"

"You're stuttering, Doctor," I teased, my eyes sparkling with amusement at the sight in front of me. "A rare occurrence, I presume?"

Reid's gaze narrowed, his expression shifting from flustered to formidable. "You're pushing your luck, Andros," he warned, his voice low and even.

I leaned in, my voice taking on a provocative tone. "Maybe I want to see the great Spencer Reid lose control."

Before he could respond, I reached up and slipped my fingers beneath the edge of his shirt, quickly lifting it over his head. The rush of his sudden vulnerability ignited a fire within me. I let my hands explore his toned torso, tracing the lines of his muscles, and feeling the way his body reacted to my touch.