𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ; 𝐬 . 𝐫

𝟐. 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫

you groaned as you were woken by a mean ray of sun shining into your room and straight into your eye, 

"holy hell-" you said, being interrupted by a long groan of pain. your hand flew straight to your head which was throbbing with pain, 'fuuuckk.. what happened last night..?' you thought as you sat up, squinting as you looked around your room. it was a nice suite, right on the floridian beach too. the only downside was all the noise from beach-goers. and seagulls. and traffic. you get the point.

you practically flopped out of bed, sluggishly walking out of your room. as you reached the kitchen, you immediately put your hand on the counter to steady yourself as you looked through your purse for advil. you were shortly interrupted again by a knock on the door. the knock caused your throat to rumble in another groan,

"penelope, no, i didn't sleep with anyone.." you croaked at the door.

"it's not penelope." a voice came from behind the door. not penelope, but a voice you recognized.

spencer reid.

you gasped quietly and you darted to your room, 

"s-spence." you called out, your eyes darting around your floor to find something more presentable to put on. after digging for a moment, you found a pair of shorts from the day before. you were just wearing an oversized tee and underwear. your hair was up in a bun, and a messy one at that, 

"you gonna let me in?" he asked, a tinge of amusement hidden in his question,

"give me a second, smartass," you huffed, sending a glare towards your door. pulling the shorts up over your waist, you scrambled out of your 'cave' and towards the front door. you took a quick breath then opened it. you were greeted by spencer with a small nod. he was wearing simple black sweatpants with a purple patterned t-shirt. his wavy brown hair was messy but still managed to make him look good. you gazed down as to what he was holding in his hands. a coffee and a donut with chocolate icing and sprinkles, your favorite. you thought for a moment then spoke,

"is this for me, spence?" you asked, your voice softening.

he nodded, handing them to you,

"i figured you'd be pretty hammered after what you drank last night. i also came to talk about our bet." he said, blinking slowly as he slid his hands into his pockets.

the bet.

oh shit, the bet-

"yea, yea, of course. come in." you said with a forced smile, leaving the door ajar as you turned and set the coffee and donut down, 

"give me a moment." you said, trying to casually walk off to your bathroom. 

spencer furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but nodded anyways. he leaned against your counter, fiddling with his fingers.

he was wondering if he'd done the right thing, if he was gonna do the right thing. his mind raced at what seemed like 500 miles per hour.

you stood in your bathroom, looking at yourself. you muttered curses under your breath as you splashed cold water in your face. you wiped the cold water off yourself, and soon walked back out to find spencer exactly where you left him. 

he lifted his head and looked at you, his lips curling into a small smile as he looked you up and down,

"so you do look this cute when you wake up, huh?" he said.

your face went hot, your heart picking up it's pace,

"so this means you think about me when i wake up? maybe even waking up next to you?" you poked right back at him, hoping you weren't too straight forward. spencer raised his eyebrow as his smile grew, 

"someone's feisty." he said, a twinkle hinting at his eye. you wiggled your eyebrows playfully as you took a bite of your donut, unknowingly getting chocolate icing on the side of your face, 

"so, pretty boy, what brought you here? our bet? sex?" you teased. you felt his eyes burning into you the whole time, even when you turned to do something. 

she is the only one allowed to call me pretty boy. only her-

was all spencer could think while he was stood in her kitchen. he wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying until she mentioned sex. he choked lightly on his own spit, turning away as his hand flew to his mouth. he coughed into it and you smirked, 

"am i your weakness, spence?" you whispered. your eyes slowly brought themselves up from his legs to his face as he turned. you set your donut down and wiped your hands against each other as you saw a new look on his face. 

a lustful one.

you pulled yourself up onto the kitchen island counter, your legs dangling off the edge. spencer took a few steps toward you, putting his hands on either side of you and onto the counter. he locked his hazel eyes with your blue ones, taking his hands and dragging his fingers down the side of your thighs to your knees, causing you to squirm lightly. you parted your lips and let out a few soft breaths, watching his hands. he took his right hand, balancing your chin in-between his thumb and pointer finger. he tilted your head up towards him. your eyes locked again as you felt him then take both his hands and spread your legs apart. you let out a long breath through your mouth as his hands ran up your thighs to your hips. he slowly brought you forward, keeping his left hand on your hip. he let his right hand wander up your body, his thumb grazing against your nipple through the thin shirt you wore. he took your hair and tenderly tucked it behind your ear. once he reached your face, he took his thumb and wiped the chocolate icing off your face. he trailed his finger down your jawline to your lips. he watched as his hands worked, his pants tightening around his bulge.  he lazily brushed his thumb across your bottom lip.

you watched him, your breaths getting quicker as you felt the ecstasy of his touch go straight to your core. you were glad this counter was marble and easy to wipe down, just incase. 

spencer gently tugged on your bottom lip with his thumb, then looked back up at you to meet your eyes. he leaned forward and planted a few soft kisses on your neck as you leaned your head back, your eyelids fluttering as you felt your stomach tense. he pulled away and held his head near yours, his soft lips brushing against your ear. 

you could smell his hair as he placed his head close to yours. it smelled fresh, sweet, and yet manly. you spread your legs wider and tried inching closer to him. you wanted friction. you needed it. 

so. 

bad.

he felt your legs and smirked against you, letting out a hoarse yet quiet chuckle, 

"don't be so messy next time." he whispered, planting a soft kiss on your jawline. he took his hand off your lip and thigh, turning around to leave as he brushed himself off. you watched him in confusion, 

"hey! spence!-" you blurted out. your body was burning with need, pins and needles all over. he was just gonna leave you like this? spencer looked back at you, 

"hm?" he asked, raising his eyebrows inquisitively. you blinked, 

"i-uh- never mind." you stuttered out. you could tell he was smug, and oh it made you mad. for him teasing you like that, you were bound to get him back. 

"i'll talk to you later, agent." he said with a wink. 

and just like that, he left. 

yea, no talking about the bet happened.

fuck.