Broken Goods - Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid

Extensive Planning

(This chapter has specific medical condition talk, this is all based on my own personal experience and they say write what you know best.
So yeah, there's mentions of PCOS and Myasthenia Gravis, big up us auto-immune deficient lot.
This may also be the last one for a while, a true devastation to my few readers I'm sure, as I'm running out of ideas, though I'm open to suggestions.)

I walked stiffly to my kitchen, shrouded in my Slytherin jumper that was long enough to cover to my mid-thighs. Not bad for something I was worried wouldn't fit, the joys of ordering items online in unfamiliar sizes, even though the sleeves were long enough to keep Slenderman warm.

Grabbing the kettle, I refill it then put it back onto its platform and switch it on, taking a moment as the water started to boil to lean in the corner of the counters and think about last night, the pleasant but still uncomfortable tingle around my hips serving as a dull reminder of the step we had taken.

It hadn't been anything close to spontaneous, we'd wanted to be prepared and sure that we were ready, but I couldn't lie and say that I hadn't felt a giddy nervousness when Spencer brought it up a couple of weeks ago.

"Hey," he whispered one night, moving closer and putting his arm over me, "are you awake?"

"I am now," I grumbled.

"Sorry, I keep forgetting that you're a light sleeper."

"Hmm, maybe I'll have to write it down so that you'll remember it permanently."

"That seems to be your go-to plan these days."

"Don't tell me that you don't like the little notes I leave lying around."

"I wouldn't dare."

Despite the debilitating dark, I turned to look at him over my shoulder, squinting to try and see him through the void until my eyes adjusted enough to make out more than a slightly darker blob of a silhouette.

"What's keeping you up?" I asked, rolling over to face him properly.

"I've just been thinking about us and the progression of our relationship."

"Uh-huh, what about it?"

"Well, it's been on my mind for a while now that most couples tend to wait only between three to four weeks to sleep together on average."

"Yes, though everyone is different."

"Very much so, but we've been together for close to a year and we haven't taken that step."

The months we had been together had mostly consisted of light touching as we led in bed together, never in any places that could be describes as intimate either and mostly over our clothes.

"I am aware."

"So, I can't help but wonder if maybe you don't want to be with me in that way, not that I would mind if you don't, I'm not unhappy about that and we're getting by without it, I guess I was just wondering if it would be improper to ask for a reason."

I couldn't help but to snicker at his rambling, imagining the embarrassed look on his face as he stammered himself deeper into the hole he had dug.

"It's nothing to worry about, Spence, we just haven't done it simply because we haven't."

"So it hasn't got anything to do with me?"

"Of course not, if anything it would be more a problem with me."

"Why would you say that?"

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, "Come on, no one wants to see me naked."