Infiltration - Spencer Reid x Reader

Chapter Ten

When you woke again, you groaned out loud.

What the hell? You thought as you rubbed your neck and looked at your disheveled clothing. If your clothes looked like this, you could only imagine what your hair looked like. You slid silently off the bed, stretching deeply when you stood. You were very in touch with yourself usually, so not being able to remember exactly what had happened last night made you feel strange. You walked your hands forward from your rag doll stretch, going into downward dog. You began to flow easily through some poses that you knew would help your aches, feeling your deep tissue stretch and pull. You focused entirely on your breathing, your vinyasa coming to you with almost no thought. You hadn't had the chance to do even a few stretches in weeks, and your body felt relieved.

As you brought yourself back to a standing position, you noticed that Spencer had been peeking over the edge of the bed for who knows how long. You blushed hard, pretending that you hadn't actually noticed him and walked speedily into the bathroom to start the shower. You raked your hands through your hair, hoping that the hotel's mini shampoo and conditioners were at least somewhat decent to tame your long locks. You slid Spencer's sweats off your hips, peeling your shirt off next and unclipping your bra with one quick motion.

As the shower water started to get warm, you wondered how you were going to brush your teeth or comb your hair after your shower. You hummed to yourself in thought, pushing it aside for the second as you stepped under the hot stream of water. You let the water drench your hair, lost in deep thought. In slow motion, you massaged the shampoo into your roots, pretending that you were receiving an amazing scalp massage from a fancy masseuse.

The suds slid over your shoulders and down your back, and you let it drip off slowly before applying the conditioner that smelled like spring flowers.

Not too bad. You thought as you inhaled the aroma. You concentrated the conditioner on the tips of your hair, knowing it would love the hydration that you had been withholding from it. You could feel your hair reverting to its silky texture as you rubbed the conditioner in, starting to feel like yourself once again.

When you stepped out of the shower, you were overwhelmed by how steamy it had become in the bathroom. Without a second thought, you wrapped a towel around your body and immediately opened the door, ready to escape the sauna you had created. Spencer was sitting in the bed, a book in his lap, seemingly scanning the pages. He flipped so often, there was no way he was possibly reading every word on the page.

Damn. If only I could have read my case studies that fast during law school.

You mused to yourself about how much easier those three years to get your J.D. would have been if you had Spencer's reading comprehension. Back in reality, you realized that you had to get together the same clothes you had worn yesterday.

That kind of defeats the purpose of my shower, huh?

You shrugged to yourself, grabbing the jeans you had been wearing last night off of the small sofa and retreated back into the bathroom. A little less heat was trapped inside the small space now, and you toweled off happily before pulling your jeans back on.

Spencer knocked at the door. "I have a shirt you can wear if you like, (Y/F/N)."

You had just rehooked your bra and blushed instinctively at the nearness of him to you while doing something so personal. Hastily you pulled the towel up to your chest to cover yourself fully before opening the door.

"That would be amazing, actually." You said with genuine appreciation. Spencer handed you a shirt, careful not to look directly at you. You smiled, your hands brushing a bit as you took the white button-down from him. After closing the door, you began to examine what he had handed you, sliding it on and buttoning it up quickly. It was a bit big on you, and didn't have the most flattering cut, you criticized in the mirror.

You decided to roll the sleeves up to your elbows, leave the top two buttons undone and tuck the shirt in tight to your black jeans. You nodded at your reflection in approval.

Well, it works. You thought as you opened the door once again and walked out into the bedroom. Spencer was organizing his suitcase a bit, and had straightened out the bed's covers. The room automatically felt so much nicer.

"Thank you so much, Spencer. For... all of this." You gestured to yourself and the room, hoping that he understood how much better you felt after sleeping in an actual bed, and wearing a fresh shirt, and being with him.

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Yay for lazy afternoons when I can get some writing done. Bet you guys didn't know you had law degrees, did you? :)