Felicity

XXI

Reid's POV

    When I woke up, I could feel Derek's lips on mine. My eyes fluttered open, I could see him on top of me, shirtless. He let go as I sat up, groggy, and a bit confused. I blinked a couple of times before seeing properly. Derek was looking straight into my eyes. 

    "Morning, Pretty Boy." He brushed some of my hair out of my face and looked at me with an adoring look in his eye. 

    "Hi," I replied, tired and a bit sore for some reason. 

    "How do you feel?" He asked. 

    "Uh, tired." I tried to manage to get up, but I felt a sharp pain in my back. 

    I winced in pain and laid back down. 

    "You okay?" Derek questioned, leaning down to me. 

    "It's my back," I replied. "It hurts."

    He laughed softly and leaned forward to kiss my forehead. 

    "That's my fault, I'm sorry," He apologized. 

    I frowned and tried to get up again, trying to ignore the pain. Derek moved next to me, letting me get up. 

    "Ouch!" I exclaimed, feeling another pain. "You're a bitch, you know?"

    He looked taken aback. "Woah, hold on. Did you just-?"

    I looked at him. "You just messed up the only thing that helps me walk and I haven't had coffee yet, you think I'm going to compliment you?"

    He laughed again and wrapped his arms around my neck. 

    "How many times do I have to say 'I'm sorry'?" He asked. 

    "Infinitely, if you want me to forgive you," I replied. 

   "Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad, hm? I mean, if it was, then you'd be the first to say so."

    I shook my head, unimpressed. Derek saw the expression on my face and sighed reluctantly. 

    "Okay, okay, how about I make it up to you?" He smiled slightly. 

    He leaned forward and kissed me, which took me by surprise. He then pushed me back down onto the bed. I could feel his hands on my chest, moving down to my stomach. His hands felt warm against my uncovered skin. Admittedly, it felt good, having him so close to me. Every time Derek got close, my first reaction would always be to back off, but right then, I couldn't. He pulled away from the kiss and looked me in the eyes. 

    "My, my, Spencer," He whispered. "Was last night not enough?"

    I didn't like it when he teased me, especially when he wasn't necessarily wrong. That was also the third time he called me by my first name, which he almost never did, at least not before. The way he said it was more seductive, in a way than how anyone else said it. 

    "Shut up," I mumbled. 

    "I'm gonna take that as a 'no'."

    He swooped down and kissed me again. His waist brushed up against mine as he pressed a bit harder into the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding onto him tight. He pulled away after a moment, staying close to my face.