requested by: @CristinaGrayGubler (this was so scary to write, i hope you like it!!) request: i would LOVE one. Your writing is pure gold in prisoner so when I saw you wanted to do this I was so excited lol. I like really heavy smut so run with that if you chose to. My name is Cristina, I'm 5'3 with black hair and hazel eyes. description: ...in which spencer reid meets cristina at a bar.
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It was 9:42 p.m. on a Saturday night at a bar in D.C. when Spencer Reid noticed her. The girl standing across the bar, drink in hand as she tossed her black curls over her shoulder, laughing in a way that made Spencer want to know everything about her. He couldn't seem to pull his gaze away from her as he spun his drink around in his hand, lost in the way her head bobbed and her eyes crinkled at the corners when she laughed. She was captivating.
It was also 9:44 p.m. that Saturday night at that very bar in D.C. when one of the girl's friends pointed out Spencer and the girl looked at him, catching his gaze.
Spencer blushed a thousand different shades of red as he turned away, hiding behind his drink as he pretended to take a long sip. It was too late though. The girl had already seen him and before Spencer knew it, she was standing next to him, leaning over the counter as she casually ordered another drink.
Spencer's eyes betrayed him as he looked the girl up and down, taking in every inch of her that he could before she could look at him again. She was shorter than him. Probably 5'3 to his 6'1. Her hazel eyes sparkled in the string lights hanging from the ceiling and her hair was the sheerest tinge of black.
The girl looked at him and Spencer turned away again, embarrassed. The girl smirked at him as she asked, "Are you checking me out?"
"No." His response was quick. Too quick. Too quick to be considered normal. Damn it, Spencer.
The girl laughed and Spencer looked at her, in awe again of the way she looked when she laughed. "I think you were," she said to him. "That's okay though. Because I was checking you out too."
Spencer nearly spat out his drink.
The bartender returned with the drink the girl had ordered and told her how much it was. Before she could even have a chance to react, Spencer quickly announced, "I got it." The girl looked at him, stunned, as he pulled out a wad of cash and handed it to the bartender, smiling at him. "Keep the change," he said.
As soon as the bartender left, the girl took an unhurried sip of her drink before she finally responded, "Thank you."
Spencer nodded his head at her. "My pleasure."
"I'm Cristina."
The girl held her hand out to Spencer and he shook it, introducing himself to her with a smile, "Spencer."
"So, Spencer," Cristina sang as she sampled her drink, "what's a guy like you doing here all alone?"
