road trip

5. morning

a/n: yeah, he's adorable. 

also, the things i find while looking for these photos... like did y'all know that matthew's mom just spends a ton of her time on a horse, like doing ranch stuff? 

i decided that i'm going to supplement the uncomfortableness of writing smut with just writing a shit ton of fluff. 

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waking up in spencer's arms was definitely something you could get used to. unfortunately for you though, the second you tried to move, the arm around your waist tightened and you were stuck. 

"hey 187," you whispered, rolling over to face him and putting your hand on his bare chest. 

there was a part of you that really thought you were still dreaming. and yes, you'd had dreams like this before, who hadn't? the man was literally gorgeous. there was no way spencer reid was actually shirtless in bed with you right now. 

"mmm?" he barely responded, his eyes closed.

"let me go, i wanna get up," you sighed into his chest. he shivered at the feeling of your breath on his bare skin. 

"no." he mumbled into your hair, and as if to add emphasis, he put his other arm around your waist and pulled you even closer to him. 

"come on babe, we gotta get up," you said, a little louder. 

wait fuck, did you just say babe? you sleep in the same bed with the man for one night and you called him babe? no no no. absolutely not. 

with that spencer's eyes shot open and your cheeks went red. 

"i'm sorry, what?" he asked, smiling and pulling you closer to him if that was even possible. ok, but if we're focusing on positives, he seemed to like the nickname.

fuck fuck fuck fuck. 

wait, ok just play it off. you never said it, he was dreaming.

"spence, i said we gotta get up," you smiled. honestly, in a second life, you could've been an actress. 

(a/n: just so y'all know, i'm making this main character everything i want to be. i cannot lie for shit.) 

"nooo, i'm pretty sure i just heard you call me babe," he taunted, rolling onto his back and almost pulling you on top of him. 

"spence what are you talking about? i did not call you babe," you laughed as he practically forced you to straddle his body.

"well if we're getting technical about it," spencer started trailing his fingers up and down your torso, "either i just exposed myself, or you did."

considering the position you were both in, honestly, just call it a draw. if you had sat down instead of hovering over him, like you were, you definitely would've sat on top of his dick. 

"i - i don't know what you're talking about," you said, trying not to laugh. 

spencer knew you were extremely ticklish and was definitely trying to use it to his advantage here.

"i mean i could always just force you to tell me, but this is much more fun," spencer's voice was slightly raspy and you would be lying if you said it didn't turn you on. he flipped the both of you over so that you were under him. 

"spence, what are you doing -" you started to ask before he cut you off by tickling you. 

"spencer!" you laughed, "spencer stop it!"

"did you call me babe?" he smirked as you literally wriggled under him, "hm? did you?" 

"n-no!" ok lying while being tickled is seriously an extreme sport. but considering how this was going, there was honestly only one way you were going to get out of this.

while spencer continued torturing you, you dragged one knee up underneath him. for lack of a better word, you kneed him in the crotch. 

"ugh, low blow ace," spencer groaned before falling off of you. 

you laughed, practically skipping to the bathroom. "i know pretty boy, i know,"

"we're profilers ace. you think i don't know?" he called after you, his voice rough from your stunt.

"don't know what boy genius?" you feigned innocence, smiling before closing the bathroom door behind you and sighing. 

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a/n: i know it's short. don't be mad, but i'm double updating :)