Not So Innocent ~Spencer Reid~

Chapter 11

Your eyes open slowly. It takes a moment to realize how you're laying. You're head is on Spencer's shoulder and your right arm is sprawled across his torso. Your breathing is matched. He must've stayed on the couch with you again and you unconsciously decided to be a clingy bitch. Actually, you might've done with while only half asleep as a point to make him fall for you.

"Well good morning. I was scared to move," Spencer says with a chuckle.

You remove yourself from him, almost immediately becoming cold. "Sorry," you give him a nervous grin.

"It's okay. Did you sleep well?"

"I did," you smile.

"Good."

"Do you have work today?" You ask Spencer in a soft voice.

"Not unless I get a call."

"Okay," you say. You honestly didn't want to be alone today. Nightmares of your life with the Daminos and being alone love to attack your mind. And when you're alone, you're most likely to think and think and worry about getting your brother out of jail and everything else that eats at your brain.

"Are you alright?"

"Hmm?... Oh yeah, I'm fine. Can we go to the book store again?" A smile spreads across your face.

"You want to?"

"Mhmm," you nod your head with a smile.

"Okay, then we will."

You look up at him, not purposefully biting your lip through a smile. He returns the grin.

"Do you mind if I use the shower?"

"Of course not, Y/n."

You get up from the couch and grab some clothes out of your bag. Your weapon is hidden under Spencer Reid's dresser, which doesn't seem like the smartest decision, but at least he can't see it in your bag.

After stripping down, you step into the shower and let the water soak your skin. You lather up and rinse. Taking a deep breath to try and suppress the pressure of everything going on, you just stand under the warm water and let it consume you.

Reluctantly, you step out and dry off. You had purposefully left your shirt in your bag so that Spencer would have to bring it to you. Sure, it's totally a whore move, but whatever gets the job done.

"Hey, Spence! Can you get me a shirt, I forgot to grab one!"

A knock on the door sounds a moment later. "This one okay?"

You open the door a bit, wrapped in a towel. "Yes. Thank you."

Spencer tries to look away as he nods, cheeks burning pink.

You change into the red long sleeved shirt he grabbed, some light ripped jeans, and your usual combat boots. Yeah, you brought two other pairs of shoes, but these are your favorite.

You comb through your a hair a bit and leave it down. You apply mascara and concealer from your small makeup bag that now stays in Spencer's cabinet. You examine yourself in the mirror, you look nice. Maybe Spencer will think so too. Normally, you wouldn't care. You don't care. But you need him to be vulnerable to you, and attraction seems to be the first step most times.

"All ready."

"Great," Spencer says, leading you leave out the door first. He's dressed in a grey dress shirt and dark pants with his lovely purple converse. Reid wears a black jacket over his shirt. He's such a geek, but in a sort of cute way.

You both get in his car, and he starts the way to the bookstore. It takes a bit to get there, but you're excited when you do.

"This place feels so comforting. If that makes sense."

"It does," he agrees.

You grin at him then make your way inside. You walk down the isles again, taking in the smells of old and new books. You pick a book to read for a bit, and so does Spencer. The two of you sit in the back together and read in a comfortable silence. You're probably there for half an hour. Spencer has read three books in the span that you barely finished one. And yours was pretty averaged sized. In your defense, you kept pausing to steal a glance at Spencer. He was so engaged in the books he was reading. It was nice to seem him enjoy himself like that.

He leads you outside after you put the books away. You shiver, regretting wearing ripped jeans and a v neck top. But you suppose if you're gonna be cold, you might as well show some cleavage.

"Here," Spencer puts his jacket over your shoulders. Is he flirting? Or is he just genuinely this nice? You look up at him in thought. "You don't have to..."

"Thank you."

It's so weird having to say thank you so often, it's not something you're really used to. You're also not used to being in the company of someone who isn't using you for seductive murder.

The two of you walk down to the coffee shop nearby and get some coffee to go. You order it hot to warm up a bit.

He drives back to his place while you listen to folk music quietly on the radio.

860 words. so glad to be writing this again. sorry it's short, i've been taking a break from this story because i wanted to start my others and get them started. thank you guys for all your support on all 4 of my stories! love you so much:)