checkmate || spencer reid || nsfw (on hold)

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It'd been 6 months since the last time you were together with Spencer, and you found yourself not being able to stop thinking about him. He'd certainly left his mark on you last time, both physically and mentally. Luckily, you had some time to at least try to take some things into your own hands.

Being with Spencer was eye opening for you. It told you all those new things you were into, all the things you needed to do to feel good. Soon after you got the job, realizing you'd have to take care of everything yourself, you bought some things you figured would be particularly interesting.
A vibrator. Handcuffs. A blindfold. Rope.
You hid it all away in a drawer, keeping it hidden deep under piles of washed dresses and skirts. Your main job on this ops mission was a bartender at a popular club frequented by a variety of mafia families, so you had quite a bit of free time at night.

Usually those night consisted of simple pleasures, nothing crazy. Just the usual lay in bed in the dark listening to porn like you usually would. But some nights, you got particularly adventurous.
One night you'd decided for the hell of it you'd look up shibari, since you had the rope. It was out of pure curiosity when you did it, but as you tightened the knots on your legs to form the patterns, your mind started to run wild.

You were finally off the case, albeit unsuccessfully. This was an ongoing case you'd been working on for almost a year now, and all you had to show for it were a few minor mafioso thugs being arrested. Your department was actively avoiding a deep cover operation, but you knew it was inevitable and ultimately unavoidable.

Messages came flooding in after the announcement that you'd been called off from the job, with an extra week of some alone time all to yourself. You scrolled through the text messages aimlessly as you sat in your bed, alone in the slight darkness of the large bedroom.
Aaron Hotchner: Welcome back. Have a good rest week and enjoy some alone time.
David Rossi: Hope your mission went well. Take some time relaxing, kiddo.
You had become a little closer with the two older men in your time with the BAU, looking to them as father figures you never really had. You hated that you'd let down your guard since joining, but that was the reason you agreed to the temporary duty in the first place; a way to broaden your horizons and give you an opportunity for personal growth. You checked the rest of the messages.

Emily: welcome back! let me know when you're free, garcia is itching to go clubbing again.
JJ: glad to see your back! let me know when you're free to get drinks and have a girls night again
Garcia: welcome back!!! let's go get drinks some night, okay???
You'd formed a close bond with the girls in your time as well, but you supposed that was natural for you. As a bisexual who used to have a heavy preference in girls, it was always easier for you to befriend and form bonds with women as opposed to men. You checked the rest of your messages, seeing two unopened chat threads.

Morgan: welcome back. see you next week.
These were the usual messages that were sent between the two of you. You know you shouldn't have judged him as harshly as you did when you first met him, but the more that time went on the more you despised his-what you deemed-pompous and cocky attitude. You clicked on the last message thread, taking in a deep breath as you clicked on it with a smile.

Spencer: I heard you were back from assignment. How did it go?
As opposed to everyone else's text messages, Spencer always asked you how every mission went. It was a new experience for you, having someone who cared.
You: ultimately uneventful. you know how undercover work goes, it's allover the place.
You didn't have to wait long for a response.
How about dinner then? You know, let off some steam after a tough case.
I don't believe I've flexed my cooking skills on you yet. How about my place, 7 pm?
I'll be looking forward to it.