Framed [s.reid]

𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘

Clementine

I woke up at four in the morning. It was perfect timing since I needed to finish packing and Spencer needed to pick his carry on. I see a note on my nightstand. "Be back at four-thirty." I smile at it. I fold it up and put it in a big black tub which was full of old pictures.

I look at my clock, it was 4:26. The plane was at 6:00 and there was a traffic jam most likely to get there.  I grab random clothes and shoes from my closet and throw them into my suitcase and after I put on a sage green sweater and an I put on a matching lavender skater skirt with channel flats. Then I put on a black headband. I put on a little makeup.

I zip up my suitcase and get the old Louis bag that I got back in the 50s. I walk downstairs quietly trying not to wake my brother and sister-in-law up. I quickly go outside and wait for Spencer. He gets out of his old car. He reaches for my suitcase.

"No, we won't go into that. Your car will be stolen in a day."

"Oh well, what do you suppose." I lead spencer to the car garage. It was a huge garage it fit at least five cars. I pick the small shiny black silver Volvo. I put his suitcase and mine in the trunk.

"I'll drive." Spencer tried to grab the keys out of my hand. I move my hand away.

"No can do." I get into the car and put the keys in.

"Why not?" Spencer was so adorable when he argued.

I laugh as I turn out of the garage. "You drive slow."

"At least I don't drive recklessly."

"You think I drive recklessly, you should have seen me in the 50s I was pulled over all the time." I wasn't going to tell Spencer that when I got pulled over I never paid the ticket. He would probably make me pay for the tickets.

We get to the airport and go through security. We go to the luxury lounge. In this lounge it had first classers, eating the small breakfast sandwiches and coffee. "Name?" A woman steps in front of us.

"Clementine March and Spencer Reid." The woman looks at the list. She looks at the list and then at Spencer and me.

"May I see some ID?" We hand over our ID's. She inspects them and looks at us.

"I am sorry but there is no one that goes by Reid and or March and I think you got the wrong lounge." The woman looks down at a clipboard.

"May I see the list," I ask

"No."

"Give me the list."

The woman hands it over and I saw Our names. "You see our names are on the list but I don't want to stay here with someone so judgemental so I think Me and my partner will go out the gate and wait there. Come on Spencer. I heard there's a bookshop near our gate. Good day miss." I grab spencer's hand and we turn around and walk to the gate.

I saw a small Starbucks. "We have an hour to kill." We got into the long line of the Starbucks line which took surprisingly 20 minutes because the barista was new. Spencer orders a venti coffee with half of it being sugar. For myself, I ordered a Trenta chai tea latte.

We walk back to the gate and give the man our tickets and he leads us to a small room with a bed. Yes, I got a plane that offered rooms and beds. I wasn't just planning on watching tv shows and movies on this plane ride.

"Hey. Do you think your dad will like me?" That's why he was so quiet. He was nervous.

"Well darling, why are you so worried about my father's opinions on you. He can't do anything to you." I cup his face in my hands.

"He could kill me."

"My father knows better than to kill you in the hotel. You have unfinished business so you and he will both be stuck in there together." I laugh.

Spencer kisses me, his hands practically grab my face. He tosses me on the white-coated bed. "When did you become the dominant one, Mr.Reid." I giggle.

"As of right now. Last night you pleasured me. Now it's time for me to pleasure you." He starts to kiss my neck. I smile.

Spencer left little bites across my neck and collarbone. He started to unbutton my green sweater. He saw my matching bra. "You have a bra that goes with every shirt." He starts to unlatch my bra.

He kisses each of my breasts with a passionate kiss. A small squeak comes through my throat. He traces his hand from the valley of my breasts and down to my stomach to the top of my purple skirt. A pool of arousal swarms me. I wanted him but I had to wait.

He gently takes my skirt off. Leaving me only in my purple panties and flats. "Matching panties too. You love to coordinate." Spencer takes off my flats.

He gets down to my panties. He rips them off. He touches me. I moan. "Beautiful." He sticks his fingers in me and starts playing with my clit. I groan.

"Please more," I beg. He continues and I smile. I moan louder and louder. I was close to my climax when Spencer took his fingers out of me.

"Don't be a tease," I shout as he takes off his pants and shirt. Without warning, he rails into me. I scream. I grab his brown locks and then move them down his back. I sink my nails into his back. He thrusts in and out causing me to groan.

I close my eyes as I could feel myself come to my climax. "Look at me, baby." I look into his brown eyes as I reach my climax and he reaches his. He pulls out of me and sits on the bed with me.

"Folks could you please keep it down." The pilot comes on the loudspeaker. I laugh. I get up and put on my clothes. I look at my underwear which was ripped on the floor.

"Sorry about that." I turn to Spencer who was still laying on the bed.

"It's okay. I will just have to go commando for a while. I'm gonna go order us mimosas." I smile. I walk out and find the flight attendant.