Addicted to You

5

Spencer walked into Attici's apartment, "Atti?", he called out but she didn't respond. He headed towards her kitchen and found her sleeping on top of her kitchen island, "Att, wake up". She jolted awake, "What? What?", she covered her eyes with her hands. 

"Why are you sleeping on your counter?"

"What, you've never heard the term, 'Marines can sleep anywhere'?"

"No, but I just--don't understand how you ended up here", he laughed. 

"Then allow me to explain, I got high as fuck, made some cookies--normal ones--ok you already ate one but whatever. Felt tired, decided it was too hot so I apparently took my shirt off--which is why your face is so red right now", she laughed, "And then I guess I fell asleep."

She reached her arm out and he pulled her up, so she was sitting on the edge of the counter. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Their lips moved slowly in synchronicity until Spencer pulled away, biting her lip slightly. She whined into the kiss, "Wait, do you have a thing for biting?", his brow was furrowed and he was smirking. 

She avoided eye contact, ".....No.....?", she said unconvincingly as a blush spread across her face. 

"Noted", he laughed and kissed her again. He kissed her neck, biting every once and a while as he slipped his hand into her pants. She gasped as he started to lightly trace circles around her clit. Attici used her hands to push herself off the counter slightly so that Reid could slip her pants off.  He knelt down and pulled her legs closer to the edge, forcing her to lean against her elbows as he licked a stripe up her heat. He wrapped his lips around her clit and she tangled one of her hands in his hair as she moaned. Spencer took two of his fingers; moved them up and down her slit, he chuckled feeling her growing wetness and the vibrations drew a sharp gasp from Atti. He pushed his fingers into her core, pressing up against her sweet spot as her legs began to shake slightly. 

"S-sp--fuck-", she was cut off by more moans that escaped her lips. 

Spencer laughed, "What is it, pretty girl?"

Att was confused about the newfound pet name, not that she didn't like it, she did. So she just brushed it off, she attempted to explain that she was close but couldn't get the words out. 

"I never thought I would see the day where Atticus Parker was speechless", he chuckled again while stopping his movements. 

"Ok, what the fuck is that supposed to mean?-"

"There she is", he cut off the rest of her complaints with more kisses as she unbuckled his pants. He lined himself up at her entrance and barely put the tip in, teasing her. Though, she didn't react how he had hoped. Instead, she sat there, contently, and started to tap her fingers on the counter in a rhythm while staring up at the ceiling. 

"You're such a brat."

"Really? Are you sure? Because I haven't even done anything, doctor."

"Turn around."

"What?"

"Get up, turn around."

"I--ok.", she hopped off the counter and turned around. Spencer bent her over the counter and pulled her back by her hair. 

"Is this ok?", he whispered in her ear. 

"Yeah."

"Good.", he kissed her neck as he slammed into her. Her breathing hitched but her shock quickly turned to pleasure. 

"Fuck, you're tight.", he groaned. The sound of Spencer saying that kind of thing only made her wetter. 

"Spencer", Attici moaned as he kept up his relentless pace. 

"What?", he groaned again, "Oh", he realized what she had meant and slowed his movement, "You wanna be a good girl now, huh?"

She sighed, envisioning the smirk splayed across his face despite not facing him, "Yes."

Spencer laughed, clearly satisfied with himself which drove her crazy. He picked up the pace again and a string of obscenities left her mouth as she finished. 

"Fuck, Att", was the only thing he managed to fit in between breathless pants as he finished in her. He pulled out and she turned around to kiss him again, "Probably should've asked if you were on birth control before I did that, huh?", he pressed his lips together tightly and rubbed the back of his neck like he was nervous. 

"Uh, yeah. But we're all good anyway so..", she patted him on the shoulder twice before walking away. 

He pulled up his pants from around his ankles, "Where are you going?"

"To get a shirt", she giggled. 

"Don't ya think it's kinda late for that?", he giggled back. 

Atti came back to the kitchen about a minute later but this time she looked concentrated on something.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Just that you really did all the things you said you would.", she let slip without thinking. 

"What?", Spencer's brow was furrowed and he looked concerned. 

"Hm?", her eyes widened as she realized what she had just said. 

"What are you talking about?"

"..You talk in your sleep..like..a lot", she was trying not to laugh. 

"What?! No I don't."

"Yeah, you really do. And it turns out, you, Doctor Spencer Reid, are one horny motherfucker.", she laughed and he turned bright red, "Aw, don't be so embarrassed", she stood on her tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek. Spencer stood at 6'1 and Attici was only 5'4 so, their height difference could be a bit of a challenge. 

"Well, what'd you come over for--I mean, originally."

"You're not gonna believe this because I have an eidetic memory, but I don't remember. I don't think I really had a reason and if I did, it wasn't as good as what I ended up with", he chuckled. His phone went off and he sighed, "I gotta go."

"Didn't you just get back?", Atti complained as she wrapped her arms around him. 

"Yes, but unfortunately serial killers don't really care about my personal life", he shrugged and she sighed as she started to tap her fingers against him 3 times, "I'm sorry", he said. 

"No, it's ok", she let go of him, "Go catch some sickos, boy wonder."

He looked at his watch, "Don't you have work?"

"No, I gave myself the day off. So, I'll probably just go work out or something."

"Hey Att, do me a favor?"

"Yeah?"

"Try not to sound so sad about it", he brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her softly.  

"Ok", she laughed, "Do me a favor, and try not to get killed."

"No promises.", he giggled, turning down the hallway. 

Attici stood in the doorway, "Not funny.", she called after him. 

"If I don't die, I'll call you"

"From a payphone?"

"Yes"

"I still don't get it but, ok"

"I'll explain it later"

"Ok, bye", she laughed. 

"Bye, pretty girl", she stood there blushing as she smiled to herself.