The Red Lounge ~Spencer Reid x Reader ~

When You're Ready

Filling in for Angel seemed fun at the start, but a triggering moment leads to tough conversations.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwCqA7hBTuE

When the club finally opened and Spencer was in his place for the night, which was, of course, as a floater between classes, I found myself strangely on edge. The conversation between him and Angel lasted about 20 minutes, and by the end of it, Spencer was all but burning holes into the back of my head as I helped Grace ready the bar and just helped set up the club in general.

Angel came to collect me from where I was running food at about 8:30 Pm and I agreed, telling her I was just about to drop off this last plate to the table before I joined her in the green room. Walking into the green room, I was surprised to see the Angel was there, but so was Spencer. They were both waiting for me and I paused when I walked in, looking between them. Spencer's arm lifted, and he gave me a kind smile, suspiciously I walked into the room, closing the door behind me.

"This is neutral ground (Y/n), you know that, come talk with us for a second." I relaxed, accepting his invitation and suggled myself into his side.

"Spencer and I were just talking about rules and limits, it's my understanding that you haven't really explored them that much?" I shook my head. Angel nodded. "Okay, no worries, this is a Creative Bondage class, so there shouldn't be anything more than what you're used to. Same rules apply as always, safe words and such are the same." Again I nodded.

"Now, this is entirely up to you," Spencer said, pulling me away from his side to look at me fully. "When you're done with this class, are you comfortable with Angel performing the aftercare or would you rather I did it?" The question surprised me and I looked between them, confused.

"What about you? What about your aftercare?" I asked, concerned. Angel smiled and looked to Spencer, who was nodding with pride at me. Her arm extended and she placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I have Grace, don't you worry about me. If you want it to be Spencer I totally understand." I considered it for a moment, then nodded. She smiled, not offended in the slightest. If anything she looked relieved. We were friends, and the intimacy that came with aftercare was something that I think we both would rather our partners did. With that decided, Angel left the room to prepare the classroom, and I was left with Spencer.

He sat on the chair across from the couch and with one finger crooked at me, ordered me without words to come to him. This was neutral ground, I knew that, but at the same time, I liked obeying his orders...most of the time. Spencer brought me up onto his lap and I curled into his side, comforted by the smell of his cologne which was slowly becoming my favourite scent, and the heat of his body. As much as the heat outside could get suffocating, the cold of the AC wasn't super fun either.

"You are a good friend for offering to step in for Jennie." He said, brushing a comforting hand down my arm, repeating the motion over and over. "You never stop amazing me with your selflessness." I couldn't help but scoff a laugh.

"It's not like I volunteered to take a beating for her, Spencer." I teased, nerves setting in when I felt his hand still on my arm. "But thank you for the compliment." I tried to soften my insolence with my addendum, but his hand didn't return to it's pattern of comfortable strokes.

"Funny you say that." He replied dangerously, and I felt my body go tense, I knew that tone. Last time he used that tone I was face first in my bathroom counter. "Punishments." Shit. "Angel is not to give you any, but instead to report to me any infringements on our rules, and they are for me to meter out as I see fit, since we haven't talked about them in our dynamic fully, they will be saved for a later date. That is, if you don't behave tonight which I know you will because you are going to be respectful to Angel, isn't that right?" I nodded quickly.