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[astronomyandfrogs]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌.

in which you and spencer are horny for each other, and in a pool.

request: ummmm i swear that if u don’t write something like this!! i will be very mad at u.

a/n: ooc!spencer because he actually sleeps at night, secretboyfriend!spencer, age gap relationship, smut in a swimming pool and semi-public sex (🤪).

“i want all of you to take a good night sleep” emily ordered, handing out the room keys to pairs of two. tara and jj, luke and simmons, rossi and spencer, emily and me.

an hour time skip and you were laying on your bed, eyes wide open. you turned on your side, using your pillow to cover your ears from emily’s light snoring.

in that istant you gave up on a night of dreams. you got up, put on a random pair of trousers and tied a sweater around your hips. you took the keys and closed the door as slowly and soundlessly as possible.

for a second you considered knocking lightly at spencer’s door, but rossi still being possibly up could have been a problem. and everyone know the love he had for gossip — a subtler penelope garcia, basically.

so you headed to the elevator and even before you could call it, the doors opened to reveal the person you were thinking about.

“what are you doing still up?” spencer asked, walking towards you to cup your cheeks. you felt your muscle relax, melting under his touch.

“couldn’t sleep”.

he pulled you closer, one hand over your lower back and the other one in your hair. you hugged him tight, sinking in his chest.

“wanna take a bath with me?” he whispered over your hair. you frown.

“im pretty sure one of our roomie could and will wake up”.

“there’s a swimming pool” you look up, mildly surprise “i was surprised too, this hotel must have costed quite a bit to the bureau”.

you didn’t have a bikini in your go-to bag, but you didn’t care much. you and spencer had already been physical for a few months, therefore showing skin wouldn’t be a problem, the opposite of it, actually.

you knew he didn’t pack a costume either.

so, five minutes later, you were both sitting on the edge of the pool, ready to get in.

“should we take our clothes off?” he asked, scratching his neck. you giggled at the controversy of the scene: a nearly forty years old men getting shy on a mid twenties girl. instead of answering you just took your shirt off, reviling the green bra you were wearing — extremely lacy and see-through, except for the nipples that were covered by a thicker pattern.

spencer was quick to follow you and after taking off his shirt, he unbuckle his belt and your eyes immediately shot up to look at his underwear, under which he was visibile already getting hard. you pressed your lips together to hide a smile.

you looked at his face. the only light source were the few garden lamps scattered on the perimeter of the pool making a calming penumbra all over you, in which you could see his eyes glossing at the image of his lips on every centimeter of your body, now and then focusing alone on your breast, almost drooling from foretaste. goosebumps covered your body.

now just with your panties and bra on, you closed the few inches between the two of you, longing for each other. the kiss — all the once that had been before and the once that were yet to happen — was the remembrance of the seal of loyalty, empathy and affection confesses by each touch, each staring, each laugh that they shared.

step by step you got closer to the stairs that lead to the pool. the water was soothing your mind and soul, each wave created by your moving bodies hugged you.

the hotel was dead silent, so when a door was heavily closed both of you heard it. you moved away from each other, panic written on both of your faces. the steps were coming closer and closer, so you had to act fast in case it was not an old lady with some sleep disorder taking a night walk and you dove in the water, back touching the edge of the pool, while your nose was basically touching his groin.

he was hard as a rock.

he moved closer, probably to look like he was actually just chilling near the edge of the swimming pool, but he acted so quickly that you hadn't had the time to turn your head, which caused your lips to touch him.

he instinctively tried to move away, but the twitch of his dick had been so visible that you felt the most primal need to do something about it.

still completely underwater, you started touching him, firstly just with your hands to caress him and secondly with your mouth, to leave a trace of kisses from the base to the tip, then switch to the tongue.

the combination of lack of inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide was staring to make you fell dizzy. your vision was starting to blur when spencer took you by the hips and helped you came up from the water.

you held tight to his shoulders, but before you could have filled your lungs with air, he placed an hand over your month and slid into you, without a single word or a warning.

“is this what you want, little temptress” he groaned in your ear “to be fucked were everyone could see us?”. you closed your eyes, taken aback by this sudden pleasure spreading over your body.

as he moved you felt the edge of the pool scratch your back and to held back your moans you had to bit his hand, which only made him move harder inside you in complete ecstasy.

you felt your body burning like the nucleus of a star, ready to orgasm. when you did, your body tensed up so tightly that spencer came into you, biting your neck to stop himself from waking up the whole hotel.

energy-drained, spencer collapsed on you.

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[astronomyandfrogs]

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊

or, you snuck in your boyfriend room hoping in some decent sleep.

the last time you felt the urge to sleep was actually months ago. which is the reason you are walking back and forth on the perimeter of the hotel of a room where you were supposed to be asleep after many hours of been awaken in a pool of horrors.

"couldn't sleep?" you touched your chest, eyes closed in fright.

"jesus, luke. do you have padded shoes?".

"that's the weirdest comeback someone ever said to me, honestly" his head was tilted on the side, amusement written all over his face. you shrug.

"what can i say, my brain is very original" he chuckled at your joke.

"anyway, what are you doing awake at four am on a lonely bench of a lonelier hotel in the middle of a even lonelier city in the middle of nowhere?" you asked, pointing at the forest that covered two of the sides of the inn's perimeter.

"couldn't sleep so i went to get a bottle of water and then i found a friend on a lonely bench — was wondering if she was fine" you smiled at him.

"couldn't sleep either" you admitted, he sat next to you.

"this job can take many things from you and on top of that list there's sleep, for sure" you nodded and breathed out a deep sigh that you didn't even know you were holding.

"if you want a tip, usually sleeping near someone helps, especially if it's someone you really care about" you smiled at him, shaking your head.

"i don't have anyone like that".

the answer was a very deadpanned 'ah-ah' that could have been paraphrased as a 'you are not fooling anyone'. he quickly got up, only now you realised that he was wearing the usual clothes for running.

"well, i doubt i'm going back to sleep with a snorer like that in my room, so I just might anticipate my morning run for an hour and an half" that said he run off the narrow street that lead to the center of the city.

the snorer like that was actually spencer that right now was sleeping in the room 3F — the room he shared with alvez for the night.

you quickly left the bench to catch the elevator. you pushed the button with the big (and partially removed) three. you walked past 3C, the room you shared with emily, that was still sleeping soundly.

as you raised your hand to knock on the door, these was already opening on its own. when spencer saw you, you thought that he was going to shout at top of his lungs, but he just took a step back. his muscles relaxed when he recognised you.

"what are you doing?" he asked. you took a second more to answer him just to ink the view under your eyelid: his eyes were basically closed because of the bright light coming from the hall, his hair were in a total state of wilderness and his lips were plumper then the usual — which says a lot.

"saw alvez go for a walk and though 'it must not be safe to sleep alone for a babe like spencer when there's a serial killer on the loose".

his reaction was divided into two: his face was turning a little reddish for the compliment, at the same time there was a grimace of confusion.

"the victimology is low risk blonde woman, i'm high risk brunette man" you couldn't help but genuinely smile.

"i was trying to be cute, spence" his mouth morphed into an 'o', displeased at his taking everything to the letter.

"what were you doing?" you continued.

"i wake up seconds ago and saw that alvez was out so i wanted to see if you were up" he whispered. he only needed his words to reach the person to who's they were intended for, and no one else.

you smiled shyly, closing the distance between the two of you to kiss him. it was very simple and chaste: a quick exchange of love between two people who trusted each other to the bone.

"wanna sleep in my bed?" you smiled broadly. your answer was said with an almost non existent voice, that not even some fish with impressive range haring could have heard it.

he led you to the bed while holding your hand, which he let go off only to pick a shirt for you to wear for the night. as you changed he looked at some files on his desk to give you the privacy he thought you wanted.

as you sat on the bed, that creaked under your weight, he turned around. you laid your head on his chest, so close to his heart that you could almost feel it beat right into your skin.

the bed was so little for two people that you gave up hope for falling asleep. but at seven am, when his alarm ringed, you opened your eyes for the first time in three and you didn't know what it was — maybe his breath on your hair, or his warm hand on your lower back, even his light snoring — but you fell sound asleep. unfortunately, for three hours only.

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