BAU- Spencer Reid x reader

chapter 11- Intimate Feelings

your pov:

I wake up in a foreign bed with sunlight peeking through the windows, it leaves soft shadows of the blinds around the room. Spencer's head is now resting on my lower abdomen, just below the scar. It doesn't hurt my wound, but my heart because I remember the events of last night.
My head is on one of his pillows now instead of on Spencer's headboard. I look down to see his eyes fluttering. I wish he'd stay asleep, he looks so peaceful. Spencer's eyes open slightly, then he closes them again, making a small sound that makes my heart melt.
     Even though every fiber of my being wants to stay in bed with Spencer, I gently slide out from his bed, and lay his head under a pillow.
     I slip out of his bedroom as quietly as I can, and find myself itching to take a shower. Is this an invasion of personal space? Should I ask him first? I really don't want to wake him up.
     I take my clothes off and step into his shower, shutting the glass door. I let the warm water hit my skin, attempting to release any stress. It works for a bit as I use Spencer's body wash and shampoo. The smell of him overrides my senses.
     I step out, wrapping a towel around my body. I realize in slight panic that my go bag is still in my office at the BAU, and all I have to put on are my dirty clothes; which would defeat the purpose of a shower. I quietly go back into Spencer's bedroom and grab a pair of boxers and a hoodie. I feel like i'm definitely invading his personal space, but looking in the bathroom mirror at my reflection in his clothes, makes me comfortable and giddy. I wrap my arms around myself with a smile and let the sleeves of Spencer's 'Washington DC' hoodie engulf my arms completely. The hoodie must be slightly big on him because it almost covers the boxers I stole from his dresser.
     After stepping out of the restroom, I find myself roaming his living room. I find shelves of books upon books. I run my finger down the spines of some of his older copies. My inner nerd is yelling at me to sit down and read some, but I don't.
     I see a few pictures of the team spread around his place, some are before I arrived at the BAU, and some have me in them. A picture of Reid and his mother rests in a frame on the small table beside the couch. I continue walking through his house, and find a few things that scream Dr Spencer Reid, I smile at them. There's a picture of Spencer at his high school graduation, class of '92. He was 12. I've always found his intelligence strikingly interesting.
     "I was such a nerd," Spencer says behind me in a sleepy voice. I hadn't even heard his footsteps approach.
     "You still are," I say with a smile. He looks me up and down. "I- I'm sorry, I didn't have anything to wear."
     "No, you look good." I feel a flush reach my cheeks as he says it. Damn, I feel like a middle schooler again.
      "You do too, mr sleepy." I say, indicating his messy hair.
     He shoots me a small smile and says, "Thank you."
     "You don't have to-"
     "Just accept it, okay?"
     "Okay," I whisper, inching closer to him.
     "God, Y/n, you look good in my clothes," he says, and my heart skips a million beats. My body aches to touch his.
     I don't say anything as he approaches even closer, connecting his hands to my waist. "Can I-?" he indicates to my mouth, licking his lips. It leaves shivers down my spine.
     "I might hurt you if you don't." And after I say that, his mouth finds mine. I close my eyes as his lips move against my own. His tongue gently asks for permission to enter between my lips, I happily give him access.
     My hands find their way up to his hair again, this time tugging a bit each time the kiss deepens. My tongue slides against his bottom teeth. He groans and pulls me closer, making my entire body weak under his grasp.
     One of his hands roams up my, well his sweatshirt and caresses my bare back. My skin tingles at his warm touch.
     "Spencer," I say softly, disconnecting our lips briefly. I look past him toward his bedroom.
     "Are you sure?" he asks.
     "I want you," I assure him, kissing his mouth again. I'm not as strong as I was last night. I can't resist his pull on me any longer.
     He grips my legs, just under my butt, and I jump into him as his picks me up. He carries me to the bedroom as a giggle releases from me.
     Spencer lays me on the bed, as gently as he can. He hovers over my body for a second, as if to tease me. I pull him down and his hips rest just above me, in between my legs. His kisses roam from my mouth down to my neck, my collar bone, and he keeps moving down my body, pulling his hoodie up above my waist so he can kiss the scar from Cortez's knife.
     A moan leaves my lips as his hands fiddle with the waist band of his boxers on my body. I nod, telling him to continue. If he stops now, I'll have to take control.
     He slowly pulls the boxers off my hips, and completely off my legs, revealing my lower body entirely. I groan and suck in cold air as his mouth connects with my special spot. (lmao so sorry idk what to call it)
     I start getting damper and damper as his tongue moves around. I'm breathing hard, and so is he. My head involuntarily leans back into his pillow as my back arches. Before I'm ready for him to stop, he makes his way back up to my mouth. My legs are shaking.
     I'm completely wordless as he pulls his shirt over his head. I sit up slightly so he can remove his hoodie from my body. I'm completely revealed to him. I don't mind it. We share this look of udder bliss as he breathlessly says "You're so beautiful,
Y/n." in a raspy voice that makes my body continue to shake.
     I reach my hand up to touch his face. I smile as his soft eyes look down at mine. "Spencer-" I don't know how to finish my sentence. Instead, I connect our mouths passionately while pulling his sweatpants off of his legs with a bit of help from him. 
     We're both completely vulnerable to each other's eyes. "Can I?" he breaths.
     "Yes."
     All I can see when he joins our bodies together in intimacy is how beautiful he is. Not just his body, but his brain, his soul. How did I not realize that he is so perfect while being so flawed? How did I not realize that Spencer Reid means everything to me?
     Spencer speeds up, causing both of us to breath louder. His hot breath on my neck as he plants kisses on my bare skin is enough to make me feel like I'm the most important thing in the world.
     "Are you okay?" He asks. I nod with a moan as I use my legs to pull him even closer to me.
     When we finish, he lets out a groan so attractive that I believe I'm melting.
     We lie down next to each other, both of us hot and sweaty, but both of us happy as well. I smile while I shift to face him. Spencer looks down at me with gorgeous eyes before planting a kiss on my forehead. The smile stays on my face as I burry my head into his neck. He pulls the covers over our bodies and we drift to sleep, together, in a feeling of pure imagination.

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