just friends (s. reid)

13.

The morning came quickly, Spencer's alarm woke you up at 7am so the two of you could be to the office by 8:30 (30 minutes earlier than Hotch had requested so you could "fix your car"). Morgan was way too suspicious last time. You couldn't risk the team finding out. Not yet.

You rolled over to face Spencer, who was still fast asleep, and pushed his long hair out of his face.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," you whispered.

"Mhm," he rolled over and turned away from you, "just five more minutes please,"

"But if you keep sleeping," you grab his shoulder and turn him onto his back, "I can't do this,"

You climb on top of him and place a sloppy kiss on his lips. His hands respond automatically and start to run up your sides, under your shirt, and up to your breasts. You start to rock your hips on him and move your hands up to his hair. Just as Spencer's tongue slips into your mouth, you pull away. "Sorry!" you giggle as you climb off of him, "Can't be late for work!"

Spencer stares at you for a moment as you run into the bathroom and shut the door behind you. "You are such a tease," he laughs, "You're gonna regret that."

You turn on the shower and hop in quickly. The warm water washes over your body and all you can hear is the water hitting the shower curtain. That is until a certain someone pulls the shower curtain open and hops in with you.

"This okay?," he asks but it isn't a question.

"Of course it's okay," you say turning around and pressing your hands up against his chest.

"Good," he smiles as he takes in your wet body.

You start to grab his shampoo bottle, but he grabs your wrist before you can reach it. He places a small kiss to the palm of your hand, "here, let me."

You give him an impressed look and pass the bottle on to him. Spencer puts a small amount in his hand and you turn around, allowing him to massage the soap into your hair. You close your eyes and relax under his touch and the warm water.

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The two of you pulled up to the FBI parking garage at exactly 8:57. The shower had ended up taking longer than you thought and caused you to fall behind schedule.

At least your car wasn't actually broken.

Walking into the building, Spencer flashes his ID as you reach for yours.

Fuck.

"You okay? Where's your ID?" Spencer questions.

You start patting your chest like it will somehow make your ID magically appear right where it should be. As a final resort, you dig around in your bag before accepting defeat.

"Y/N," he says stepping closer to you, "Do you have it?"

You shake your head.

"You lost it!?"

"Calm down, I know where I left it," you mumble.

"Don't mumble."

You roll your eyes, "I know where it is. It's on your fucking nightstand, Spencer."

"So you forgot it?"

You started laughing having no idea what else to do.

"This is funny to you?"

"Spence! Calm down. It's fine, I'll just have to grab it from your place tomorrow morning."

He leans down to your ear, "Does that mean you're gonna sleep over again tonight?"