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hotchnerxo · 2 years

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Our Past Life : Chapter 7

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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Summary: Waking up next to the man you're falling for. The distance scares you, but you're hopeful. Hotch is also trying to look into the mystery text.

Words: 1.9k

AN: Feedback is always more than welcome.

You weren’t sure when you had fallen asleep. You felt warm kisses being planted behind your ear and on your neck. You hum at his touch.

“Good morning, sweet girl” he whispers, his voice raspy. You can hear a smile on his voice, even with your eyes closed. His hand is tracing the skin on your side, loving every mole, every stretch mark, every imperfection in your eyes, his touch only filled with care. His lips continue to kiss your neck, lowering down to your shoulders, and you feel yourself shivering under his touch.

You turn to face him, and seeing his beautiful eyes first thing in the morning is all you could ask for. He kisses your forehead and your lips right after, before you could do anything. “Good morning to you too” you smile. “What time is it?”

“Almost time for me to get ready for work” you can tell by the look on his face that he was hoping he had the ability to stop time. You were hoping for the same thing. Laying in his arms was the only place you wanted to be in right now. It’s strange, because you two had just met three days ago for the first time in years. And last night changed it all and you couldn’t think of having it any other way anymore. Like you’ve fallen for the man so hard, that there’s no coming back anymore. “But not yet, I want to be here with you just a little bit longer,” he smiles.

“I’m not letting you go yet” you answer to him and you see a smug smirk rising to his lips.

“Yeah?” his voice is a bit heavier and you feel yourself getting excited “what are you gonna do about it?”

You climb on top of him, wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck. You put all your weight on him getting a hearty laugh out of the man. Resting your head next to his, you make snoring sounds. Aaron’s arms wrap around your body and it feels great to hear him laugh under you. His fingers continue to run along your sides softly.

The mood changes in the room soon as you raise your head and rest your chin to his chest. “We do have to go back to San Francisco tomorrow. Our flight leaves at 10am tomorrow. Do I get to see you before that?”

He sighs, which felt like the answer on its own. “I’m not sure yet. I might have to work late today. My boss is busy with a case, he’s asked me to stay on top of a case that needs supervision”.

You do understand that. It’s something you made sure you were okay with before you arrived in town. You’ve seen him around the country, working on difficult cases, sometimes multiple days at a time. And you wouldn’t want to come between that, you don’t want him to change, you’re not trying to change him. Is it going to be difficult? Absolutely. But you made sure you have gotten to terms with that long before you came to see him. “That’s okay”, you let him know. “I’m not sure how the whole studio thing is going to move on, but we saw some great options and I think we’re going to take the place we saw yesterday. But getting everything set and ready, is going to take awhile. But I’m excited” you sit up on him. You like the way he looks under you, but you try to keep your mind out of that.

“That’s great. But I’m okay with taking things slow. I’m not going anywhere” he assures “Actually, that’s not true, I’m going to go to a lot of different places most likely because of work” he corrects. You laugh at his thought process “but I will continue to come back home here. We have time”

And you know that. But you’re overly excited of seeing him again, and having him back in your life that you wish you could rush things. But at the same time, you acknowledge the fact that it might not do good and in fact, might end up hurting your relationship with the man. Your lives are so different. Frustrations are going to come along, just like in any other relationship. And all of this started so out of the blue, both being strongly independent and strong minded people. “I just feel like we’ve lost so much of time already, I don’t want us to lose even more”.

“We need to forget that. I think we need to start fresh. Forget about the time between. That time has changed us both as people. Our lives aren’t the same anymore as they were back then. We will both need adjustments. I sure as hell do. It’s gonna take some work, but I think if we’re both down for it, we can make it work.”

Why does he have to be so rational and calm? Of course he’s right. Neither of you are in the same place in life as you were over a decade ago. Neither of you are the same people as you were back then. “You’re right. And I want to make it work” you admit. Of course you want to make it work. “I’m still just blown away that you’re here” you lean back down to him and your lips hovering on top of his. You look up to his eyes, but like a magnet, your eyes are drawn back to look at his lips. “With me” you now whisper and kiss him, deeply. Passionate as if you haven’t kissed him in a long time. As if you don’t know when is the next time you get to feel like this close to you again.

It was almost 8am and the team leader hadn’t yet arrived at the bureau. It was very rare that the team is in before their boss is.

Reid and Prentiss had gotten to their desks just minutes before Morgan and Garcia walked in.

“Morning” Prentiss greeted the two as they arrived at the bullpen. Reid waved from his desk but quickly went back to the newspaper he was reading. Brief small talk took place until JJ arrived to the group. Her eyes searched the offices around the bullpen, seeing most of their owners inside of them, only Rossi and Hotch missing. Rossi not being there yet wasn’t a surprise, but Hotch’s absence was strange.

“Anyone seen Hotch yet?” she could feel worry building inside of her. Knowing about his anxieties and him having a hard time, she can’t help but think about something going wrong. Neither of them have.

They all get settled down, drinking coffee and catching up.

A stern voice echoes from the hallway and just seconds later Hotch walks to the bullpen, talking on the phone. “Yes, ma’am. I’m going to get to it in a moment. I’ll keep you updated” he hangs up.

“Morning Hotch! You’re late” Morgan grinns and leans back on on his chair. “Where were you?” Rest of the team quickly turns to look towards their leader as well, with curiosity in all of their faces.

Hotchner looks at his phone that he was about to shove in his pocket and it says 7:58 AM “I’m not late. It isn’t 8 yet. It’s not my fault you’re here too early” he responds with a smile. A smile that the team hasn’t seen in a while and it did not help with their curiosity.

“Come on, Hotch! Something happened last night. Tell us!” Morgan keeps pushing. JJ is aswell looking at her boss, but with a different kind of look in her eyes, to Aaron it looked a lot like relief.

“There’s nothing to tell! I went for a run this morning and lost my track of time, that’s all” he stops by the team. His hands are in his pockets as he looks around the team briefly. As he sees Penelope, he remembers that he was supposed to talk with her today first thing in the morning. “Garcia, glad you’re here. Got a second?” he turns slightly towards his office, gesturing for her to join him in there.

“Of course, sir” she follows him to his office. The man quickly settles down like every other morning. “How can I help you, sir?” Garcia is the only one inside the team that calls him sir, and he doesn’t mind it. A long time it felt weird being called ‘Sir’, as for him for a long time it meant his father. That’s how people spoke to him. And his father used to take a lot of pride in that, feeling superior, get an ego boost. And if someone didn’t use that work on him, he would be quick to correct them. But Hotch doesn’t feel that way. He doesn’t feel superior from his team, in the team everyone’s equal, even if he is the head of it and makes the final decisions.

“I have a phone number for you. Could you trace it?” Of course she could, he had no doubt in his mind.

“Of course. Is it for a case?” She takes the post-it note Hotch hands to her.

“No. Just, personal reasons. Just an odd text I got. Most likely nothing. I just wish to know who it’s from” he explains. He’s still standing, but sits down as the analyst leaves his office. She promised to check it right away and let him know once she’s got something.

He dives back to the files he has on his desk, the disappearance of an undercover agent. He talks to the agents working on the case, people who knew him, people he was supposed to report back to and getting to know the case the man was working on. For his frustration he can’t think of anything new. A proper profile on the case has been made, he has nothing to add to it. Nothing’s caught his eye.

“Sir?” Aaron lifts his head towards the door and closes the file in front of him. He gestures towards the chair in front of his desk, inviting her to sit down.

“What did you find?”

“I got nothing.” she began. Aaron’s leaning to his hands, not saying anything yet, hoping she will go on. She was nervous to continue, seeing the stern look in his boss’ eyes. She’s always worried about letting him down, and bringing bad news is always the hardest. “All I can tell you is that it’s a prepaid cell. It was active in downtown Baltimore, only to send one text, and shut down right after it.”

Hotch thinks for a little bit as he leans back to his chair. That wasn’t what he had in mind. Prepaid cell, with no other information was definitely not a good sign. “Alright. Can you keep tabs with the number? Let me know if it becomes active again?”

Garcia nods “I’m already on it. Should we be worried? Are you alright?”

“I’m sure it’s gonna be alright” Hotchner reassures. “Thank you, Penelope”.

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fortheloveofwonderland · 3 years

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Losing So Much Time | Part One | S.R

A/N - this will be a chaptered fic spanning the full course of the CM series. Tag list is open for this series so let me know if you would like to be tagged. Thank you @andiebeaword for helping me with the title!

CW - some fluff but mostly smut. This whole series will be SMUTTY. Penetrative sex, unprotected sex, virgin! Spencer, fingering.

Masterlist to this series here.

WC: 6.4K

Plot - Your first year with the bureau, your Unit Chief drags you to the annual FBI Conference and you expect it to be three days of albeit interesting, but nonetheless boring small talk with other feds.

But when you meet the awkward yet devilishly handsome Doctor Reid, things start to perk up. And suddenly each year you find yourself looking forward to the conference more and more.

It’s a conference thing. Once a year you and Spencer spend three days in a sexually charged bubble of your own creating. But it’s all fun right? No real feelings?

Fifteen years is a long time to be in love with someone you only see once a year. But when you live on opposite ends of the country and once a year is all you get you just have to try and make the most of the time you get.

Washington DC - 2005

Being a twenty four year old FBI agent with thick rimmed glasses and a penchant for smart dress no matter the situation, Spencer found people didn’t always take him seriously.

Now try being a twenty four year old FBI at his first Bureau convention with Aaron Hothcner and Jason Gideon. He felt like a kid being dragged along by his parents because they couldn’t find him a sitter.

That’s not to say he didn’t want to be here; he did, very much so. It was an honour to be here really, surrounded by some of the best agents across the country. But he knew why he was here, he knew exactly why Hotch had asked him to come.

They wanted to show him off. Look at the shiny young genius we recruited! He was under no illusion, he knew that’s all it was. They wanted to parade him around like a prized pig, their prized pig. He could have worked anywhere. But he chose the BAU.

Gideon insisted on introducing him by his honorific, it helped people take him more seriously, although he was met with a lot of skepticism. He’d heard it all before.

You look too young to be a doctor.

Why would a doctor choose the BAU?

Surely you’re too young to be an MD?

Spencer fielded each question with perfunctory answers.

I have a very high IQ.

I choose the BAU because I love psychology and I want to help people.

I’m not an MD. I have three PhD’s.

It was exhausting but he did meet some interesting people and despite the reason he was there, he was thankful to be part of such an elite group. He tried to remind himself it was a compliment they’d brought him along. They hadn’t asked Morgan or Elle or JJ. They’d asked him.

That still didn’t stop him feeling like a show dog having his coat inspected to make sure he was up to scratch. As long as they didn’t make him do any tricks, he wasn’t one for jumping through hoops; literal or metaphorical.

***

You were barely out of the academy when the LA FBI field office snatched you up. You had the best scores across the board, you passed all physical and mental tests with flying colours. You’d been top of your class at Columbia as well so really it hadn’t been a surprise that the job offers came flooding in from across the country.

You’d chosen to work for Counterintelligence in LA for the simple fact you were born and raised in Pasadena. California was your home and you loved it dearly. New York would have been cool, sure. Washington would have been interesting and New Orleans would have been wild.

But you were a California girl through and through.

You were one of the youngest in attendance at the conference, no surprise there. Your Unit Chief Lisa Quill had wanted to bring you along to gloat and you knew it. All those offers and you’d chosen her department.

You were ok with that, exposure was never a bad thing. If you did ever decide to move on from California it helped to get your name further out there.

It was nerve wracking to say the least. You were surrounded with the best agents across the country, veterans who had paved the way for people like you. You were in the presence of greatness. And it was terrifying.

You’ll never forget the first time you saw him. You’d escaped Quill’s clutches for a breather, also known as a stiff drink.

You leant against the bar sipping your whiskey, you only allowed yourself one during daylight hours. The bar was much quieter than the conference hall but there were still people milling about. FBI credentials hung around necks and clipped onto belts. Despite the fact firearms were checked at the door, you had never felt in safer company.

He entered the room and you felt it light up. He awkwardly played with his hands as he scanned the room, clearly looking for someone. He looked a little downtrodden when he didn’t find who he was looking for.

He pushed his thick glasses up his nose, spotting the bar and started slowly making his way across the room. He clung close to the wall, staying away from any other people in the room.

You watched him all the while, a little fascinated by him if you were honest. He reached the bar and ordered a drink. You couldn’t hear him as he was at the other end of the bar but he talked with his hands. There was something very animated about him.

You smiled to yourself as he was brought a glass of water. He took a sip of it, pushing his glasses up his nose once more.

He turned and his eyes landed on you, as though there was some kind of magnetic force between your eyes.

You offered him a shy smile which he returned. Taking another sip of whiskey, you cautiously made your way towards him.

“Hi,” you spoke as soon as you were in ear shot. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Counterintelligence, LA Field Office.” You introduced yourself the same way you had to everyone else today. You tried to make it sound more conversational for him though. As though you wanted to talk to him, because you did.

“Doctor Spencer Reid. Behavioural Analysis Unit at Quantico.” He gave you a small wave.

“PhD I assume?” You raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him.

He smiled, someone gets me.

“Yes. Three actually.” He spoke with passion and excitement and it made you beam.

“What in?” You were genuinely interested and it showed.

“Psychology, maths and engineering.”

“Wow.” Your eyes widened. “Color me impressed.”

His cheeks burned a little at your compliment and you noticed the slight red stain spread to his cheeks.

“You must be pretty impressive yourself. I’ve not met anyone else here as young as me.”

You waved a dismissive hand.

“I’m just good at tests.” You tried to downplay it with a shrug. “So Quantico huh? You're a local?”

“I’m from Vegas, I moved to DC a few years ago.”

“So no lonely nights in a hotel for you then?” Yes you were flirting and no you didn’t care.

He was you type to a tee. You’d always been attracted to academics, brain over brawn. He had a whole professor vibe going on with the way he dressed way beyond his years. And the glasses were just a bonus.

“No thankfully not.” His blush deepened and you knew it was because he liked you flirting with him.

“Well maybe you can save me from myself tonight.” Or more accurately, from Quill. “You could show me what DC has to offer.”

Handsome Doctors were a good start. One point to DC.

“Oh.” Spencer croaked, taking a sip of his drink to sooth his suddenly dry throat. “Uh yeah...sure...I can do that.”

“Don’t feel obliged to.” You laughed. “Vending machine food and spotty internet is my jam.”

“No, I don’t. I swear.” He tried to insist. “I’m sorry, I’m just a very...awkward human being. But I would love to spend the night with you.” His eyes widened as his face turned bright red at his own words. “Oh gosh! I didn’t mean it like that! I’m not...I’m not some creep hitting on you I swear! I just meant…” he trailed off when you started to laugh.

“It’s ok Spencer.” You shook your head. “I know what you meant.”

Although spending the night with him sounded much more interesting than seeing DC.

“Ok good.” He nodded, sipping his water. God he needed to be more careful about the words he let leave his mouth.

“I should go and find my Unit Chief but let me give you my number.” You grabbed a napkin from the bar and a pen out of your purse.

You scrawled your number on the napkin and handed it to Spencer.

“Call me later yeah?”

He held the napkin in his hand staring at it in disbelief. Pretty girls didn’t give him their numbers.

“Uhm sure.” He croaked, trying to work out if this was a dream or a joke or both.

“Bye Spencer.” You necked the last of your drink, set the glass down on the bar and sauntered off.

He watched you go, feeling a little light headed. He looked back at the napkin in his hand. It was still there. It was real.

He exhaled, a small smile creeping to his lips as he whispered, “goodbye Y/N.”

***

Spencer called like he said he would, he wasn’t the kind of man to not follow through on things he’d said he’d do.

He’d met you at your hotel that evening, still dressed in the same smart suit he’d worn to the conference.

You were a different story in your jeans and sweatshirt and you felt extremely underdressed by comparison.

“Should I change?” You frowned at your outfit choice.

“What? No! You look fine, great really.” He blushed, playing with his hands.

“I feel underdressed.”

“Don't. I always dress like this.” He shrugged.

“Adorable.” You muttered to yourself.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” You smirked. “So Doctor Reid, where are you taking me tonight?”

He chewed his lip. He’d already navigated a plan for the evening but now he was here in front of you, he was feeling insecure about his ideas.

“Uhm well...I managed to book a table for dinner at a little Italian place near here. But I’m just realising now that I don’t even know if you like Italian food. We can go anywhere really. I should have asked.”

“I love Italian food.” You grinned. “But if we’re going for dinner I am most certainly getting changed.”

“Honestly don’t feel like you have to.” He spoke but you were already turning and heading back inside.

You looked at him over your shoulder, he was still standing dumbly on the sidewalk.

“Come on then.” You motioned for him to follow you.

“To your...your room?” He swallowed and you tried not to laugh at his nerves.

“I’m not leaving you out in the cold while I change. Come on.” You motioned again and this time he started tentatively following you.

In your room, Spencer stayed close to the door as though just being in your room was too intimate for him. You thought his nerves were cute.

Thankfully you’d had the foresight to bring a couple of nice dresses just in case an occasion called for one and you selected a navy blue shift dress, grabbed some tights and shut yourself in the bathroom to change.

You ruffled your hair in the mirror and added some lipstick before stepping back into the room. Spencer was still in the same position you’d left him.

His jaw almost dropped when he took in the figure hugging dress you now wore. You smirked and made a show of bending down to slip your heels on.

“Ok, I’m ready.” You turned back to him and he was staring at you.

“O-ok.” He stuttered.

You suppressed your laugh as you slung on a coat, motioning Spencer out the door once more.

FBI conferences were starting to look up, you thought as you headed back out into the DC night.

***

“So what’s it like working for Jason Gideon, godfather of the BAU?” You leant forward on the table, possibly trying to give Spencer a good look at your cleavage.

You’d had a delicious three course meal and now you were finishing off your shared bottle of wine over easy conservation.

“His reputation precedes him I see.” Spencer laughed. The wine had eased his nerves, taking the edge off. He felt much more relaxed speaking to you but there was still an air of awkwardness.

This felt like a date, not that Spencer had much experience with such things but he was sure this is what one felt like. And that stressed him out a little because Spencer didn’t know how to act on dates, least of all on a date with someone so beautiful. The wine helped. But he couldn’t fully relax.

“I’ve been fascinated by him for years. He’s the reason I wanted to work for the FBI.”

“I’ll see if I can introduce you tomorrow.”

Your eyes lit up.

“That would be wonderful.” You grinned. “Thank you Spencer.”

“You’re welcome.” He blushed a little.

You finished the wine in casual conversation. Spencer insisted on paying the check despite your protests.

“I’ll just have to buy drinks then.” You nudged him as you left the restaurant. “Any bar recommendations?”

Spencer already felt a little tipsy and honestly he knew he should go home to bed. But your eyes were sparkling at him, and the smile you were giving him made him feel weak.

“Uhm...I’m not a big bar person.” He shrugged. “But my friend Morgan is always talking about this place...O’Connell’s I think it’s called. We could try there?”

“Lead the way.” You smiled, knowing you would let him lead you anywhere.

***

O’Connell’s was a little busy but you managed to find a small table in the back. As promised you paid for your drinks, both whiskeys.

You leant forward on the table, wanting to be closer to Spencer, as close as you physically could.

“So how are you enjoying DC?” He smiled at you over his glass.

“I am very much enjoying DC.” The smile you returned was flirtatious in nature and you assumed he realised this as he swallowed hard. So you decided to push your luck. “I mean, I’m not sure I’d enjoy it quite so much if I didn’t have such a handsome tour guide.”

His cheeks burned and he looked down into his glass.

“Oh. I don’t know about that…”

“Spencer?” You gave his hand a nudge so he would look at you. He did as he swallowed again.

“Yes Y/N?”

“You understand that I’m flirting with you, yes?”

He nodded stiffly.

“Yes, at least I assumed as much. I just don’t understand why.” He sounded painfully insecure.

You put your hand on top of his. His was much larger and so warm.

“There are a lot of reasons actually.” You smiled at him. “You’re attractive, smart, funny, sweet, interesting, kind…do you need me to go on?”

Yes, he would like that because he still didn’t get it but he knew it was a rhetorical question.

“I think the wine is clouding your judgement because I am none of those things. Except smart, I’m exceptionally smart.”

You giggled, you couldn’t help yourself.

“You are all of those things and so much more Spencer Reid. Trust me.” You gave his hand a squeeze before you went to pull away. As you did, he captured your hand in his own, cupping it tightly.

“You really think so?” His eyes were large and riddled with his insecurities.

You entwined your fingers.

“I know so.”

Spencer leant closer to you, now you were just separated by a few inches you could feel his breath on your face.

“I must have done something really good in a past life to have crossed paths with a woman like you Y/N.” He smiled shyly. His eyes kept flicking down to your lips.

You couldn’t hold back any longer, you needed to feel those lips on yours.

You quickly closed the space between you and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to his lips. As you went to pull away, Spencer’s free hand found its way to the back of your neck, keeping you close so he could kiss you again.

After a few seconds you dared inch your mouth open to allow him access which he took gratefully, his hungry tongue quickly exploring your mouth.

His hand trailed around to your cheek and cupped your face, his other hand still entwined with your own. You ran your hand through his thick locks.

The kiss was divine. It sent shivers down your spine and made your toes curl in your heels. Songs could be written about that kiss although you didn’t think words would quite do it justice.

It was completely and utterly perfect.

When it ended, Spencer’s cheeks were stained red and he chewed his lip in embarrassment.

“I uh...hope that was...ok.” He fell over his words.

“Spencer,” you smiled brightly at him, sitting back in your chair but keeping hold of his hand. “I have wanted you to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you.” That, and so much more.

“Oh…” he smiled shyly. “Good. That’s good.”

You laughed, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Want to walk me back to my hotel?” Your voice was dripping with seduction, the true intention behind them obvious even to a novice like Spencer.

He knew exactly what you meant and the implication made his pants tighten.

He nodded stiffly, feeling his heart rate increase at the sheer thought of what was to come.

You downed your drinks and hand in hand, left the bar into the night once more.

***

The air had been thick with lust and longing on the walk to your hotel. You were pretty certain Spencer knew why you’d invited him back but you couldn’t be sure.

But when he made no attempt to leave you at the front of the hotel and followed you inside, you knew he understood. And suddenly you felt nervous.

It wasn’t like you to have a one night stand. You were terribly romantic. You wore your heart on your sleeve and usually made guys wait until the fourth, sometimes sixth date to get in your bed.

But there was something different about Spencer. He was sweet and charming and he made you feel things you hadn’t felt in a long time. For the past few years you’d put love on hold in lieu of focusing on your career. But you had needs, just like everyone.

And you’d felt something awaken in you when you’d first laid eyes on Spencer. A feral kind of lust that you thought you’d locked away. So if one night was all you got with him, it was better than nothing. You had to have him.

The tension was ripe when you made it to your hotel room. Spencer stood in the corner of the room looking like he was about to be thrown to the wolves. And then it hit you. You knew that look.

“Oh gosh.” You gasped a little. “You’re uhm...you haven’t...this is…”

He sighed, chewing his bottom lip feverently.

“Yes.” He croaked. “I uhm...I have not...been with a woman before.” His cheeks immediately turned crimson, his teeth gnawing on his lip.

“Oh.” You stepped back a little. “Spencer, you don’t want this to be how your first time goes.”

He looked at you, a look akin to determination in his eyes.

“Yes. I very much do.”

“Your first time should be with someone you love.”

“Was yours?”

You sighed.

“No.”

“Then why does mine need to be?”

You sighed again, coming closer to Spencer. You took his hand and led him to the bed where you both sat down on the edge.

“You’re how old if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Twenty four.”

“Me too.” You smiled softly. “And I can only assume if you’ve waited this long it’s because you want it to be with someone special.”

“You are special.”

His words made your heart melt.

“That’s sweet.” You squeezed his hand. “But we only just met.”

“My not having had sex before is not through choice ok?” His shoulders slumped. “All throughout my school years I was several years younger than my peers. I was so young when I was in college I wasn’t even thinking about sex. And then I was too focused on my PhD’s and getting into the bureau that I suppose that side of my life took a back seat. But trust me when I say I want this. I want you. More so than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

You gave him a half-smile.

“And I want you.” You whispered. “But I need you to be sure Spencer. Really sure.”

“I am.” He nodded, the look in his eyes told you he meant it too. “I am more than sure Y/N.”

“Ok.” You bit your lip nodding at him. “But if you want to stop or feel uncomfortable-“

He cut you off by pressing his lips to yours with force. It took your breath away. His tongue found solace in your mouth again and he gently guided you so you were laying on the bed.

His glasses kept slipping down his face from this new position so he sat back and took them off, leaning over and placing them neatly on the nightstand.

“I can’t promise I know what I’m doing.” His nerves returned suddenly. “But I’ll try.”

You smiled at his honesty and pulled him close by the back of his neck so you could kiss him again. Your lips on his seemed to ease his nerves as he started shrugging off his jacket. After he discarded it your hands went to his tie as you expertly got it undone and threw it to the floor.

His hands were a little shaky as they moved over your body, seemingly with no destination in mind. It took you a couple of minutes to realise he was trying to work out how to get you out of your dress.

You put your hand on his and guided it to rest next to the side of your breast on your zipper. He tugged on it a few times, hands still shaking before he finally slid it down. You sat up a little, smiling at him and pulled the garment over your head, slowly, making sure to give him a show, and then tossed it to the floor.

You laid back down and Spencer chewed his lip staring down at you. He took in all the curves of your torso and chest and the detailing on your lacy bra. He sucked in a sharp breath.

“Like what you see Spencer?” you licked your lip as you spoke.

“Very much so.” his voice was low and breathy.

You sat back up and toyed with the top button of his shirt. You made eye contact with him and he nodded softly, giving you the encouragement to continue. You started unbuttoning his shirt revealing his slim frame he hid under clothes that were slightly too big for him. His skin was pale and smooth. You wanted to sink your teeth into that beautiful unblemished flesh.

Once all the buttons were undone, you slid your hands down his shoulders, taking the shirt with you. It fell back to the bed and he smiled shakily at you.

“Do you uhm...like what you see?” he sounded so insecure in that moment it damn near broke your heart.

“I love what I see.” you smiled at him, stroking his chest. “Gosh you’re so hot Spencer.”

His cheeks burned again, you seemed to have that effect on him. You cupped his face and kissed him again. The kiss deepened and you trailed your hands from his face to his chest.

You allowed your fingernails to lightly graze his skin and it spurred him on to kiss you deeper. Your hands continued their journey of his body until they came to the waistband of his pants.

He hissed into your mouth as you hooked your thumbs into his belt loops. You sat back a little, eyes asking permission you already had but you had to make sure.

“It's fine.” he laughed a little. “I promise. I really want this.”

You let your eyes fall to where your hands were and you could see how much he wanted this. His arousal was evident in his pants, straining at the fabric.

“Ok.” you laughed and kissed him again.

You allowed yourself to undo his button and zipper and pull his pants over his hips. He shifted so he could wriggle them off his legs and kick them off the bed.

Now only in his boxers it was painfully clear how much he wanted this.

“Oh jeez Spence.” you moaned a little as you spoke.

Your moan gave him the wave of confidence he needed to lay you back to the bed and move to remove your tights. He peeled them off your legs revealing your sheer panties hiding below. You pulled him back down, gasping at the sensation of your skin meeting his.

His erection pressed against you and Spencer was rolling his hips, desperate to feel more skin on skin contact. You smiled to yourself at his eagerness.

You ran your fingertips over his back and down to cup his ass. He kissed your neck a little sloppily and his hand wandered your body once again seemingly with no destination in mind.

“Spencer,” you whispered, causing him to sit back and look at you.

“Yes?”

“If you’re trying to find something to do with your hands, I can think of a thing or two.” you smirked but he looked at you with slight confusion.

You took hold of his right wrist and gently guided his hand down between your legs. His eyes went wide and gasped a little feeling how warm and wet you were even through your underwear.

He cautiously moved his fingers over the fabric that separated him from your core. You gave him a small nod of encouragement.

He hooked fingers in the sides of your underwear and slowly pulled them down your legs. His anxiety was written all over his face. All he wanted was to make you feel good and he was so worried that he wouldn’t.

But he supposed he would never know unless he tried.

He’d never had first hand experience but he’d read books. He’d seen things. He had a vague idea of what would make you feel good.

He moved his hand between your legs again amazed by how wet you were already. Did he do that to you? He slicked his fingers with your arousal and started rubbing gentle circles on your heat.

The moan he managed to elicit from your lips was emphatic and it gave him the push to continue his movements.

You arched your back, your hips rocking up and down, needing to feel more.

He continued working you in this way and with his other hand, slipped two fingers inside of you.

Once again he made you moan deeply, viscerally and it made his cock throb achingly. He pushed his fingers inside you as far as he could and he curled them, hoping to touch you right in your sweet spot.

“Oh god Spence!” you panted, writhing in the bed. A sense of pride washed over him so he repeated the movement over and over, ensuring he didn’t neglect his movements on your clit.

You reached for him, stroking his length through his underwear. A moan left his lips and he wriggled back from your touch.

“What’s wrong?” you suddenly stopped moving on the bed, staring at him in concern.

“Nothing, nothing I promise. It’s just...I am already so turned on Y/N and I don’t want to risk...completion before I get to...you know.”

My god, he’s adorable, you smiled to yourself.

“Ok.” you pulled him down again to kiss him, feeling a little disheartened when he removed his hands from between your legs but you knew the two of you weren’t done. Not by a long shot.

As you kissed you helped Spencer out of his underwear and when he sat back to kick them off his feet it allowed you to take him in.

You exhaled heavily seeing his beautiful body in all its glory above you. He was utterly perfect, you wish you could capture this moment in your mind and keep it forever.

He was blushing when he looked back at you, seeing you eyeing him up hungrily. He’d never been looked at in such a way before. Your eyes met as you reached behind yourself and expertly unhooked your bra.

You watched Spencer’s jaw almost hit the bed as he took in the sight of you completely undressed.

“You are...so beautiful.” he breathed.

“Not so bad yourself Doctor.” you smirked at him.

“Do we uhm...should we use a...condom?” he croaked.

“It’s your call. I’m clean, I swear, I get checked whenever I have a partner. And I’m on the pill so there’s no chance of…”

“Well statistically no form of contraception is one hundred percent safe.”

“No that’s true. But the pill is more effective than a condom.”

That was true, he knew that. He nodded in agreement, feeling his nerves bubbling up again as you pulled him closer to you, his cock naturally settling in between your legs.

You could sense he was scared and you knew him being on top would only make it harder on him as it would leave him with more control.

You took hold of his shoulders and he frowned at you, but you just smiled. You guided him so he was laying back on the bed and you straddled him. At this angle he looked slightly more comfortable with the situation.

“Are you ready?” you asked him, lining yourself up with him.

“I am desperate.” he told you honestly.

You stroked his chest as you gently lowered yourself on his length. You were slow with your movements, allowing Spencer to get used to the sensation. His eyes were wide as he stared up at you, the way you felt around him blew his mind. He had no idea it would feel like this.

“Oh gosh.” he panted. “That is...phenomenal.” he panted once he was all the way inside of you.

You sat still for a moment, allowing him to get used to the feeling before you started moving. He filled you up in such a magnificent way, as though he was made for you.

You put your palms on his chest to steady yourself as you started slowly moving on his shaft. Spencer’s eyes almost rolled back into his head as you moved. His hands grasped the bedsheets, screwing them up in his hands. You felt pleased with yourself.

Once you were sure he was used to the feeling, you picked up your pace, his cock hitting you right in at your core. You dug your nails into the skin of his chest and he didn’t seem to mind or even notice.

You were surprised when he started bucking his hips, meeting your own movements. His eyes landed back on yours, asking you with his gaze if that was ok and you nodded.

You moved in perfect rhythm with one another. Spencer still didn’t know what to do with his hands and at times he groped at you without any real intent but you thought it endearing.

Soon his face was flushed and he was muttering incoherently and you knew what that meant. You shifted around him a little, adjusting slightly so he could hit you deeper.

It sent you both tumbling over the brink soon after. Spencer came first, a mess of words falling between pouted lips. A few more thrusts and you too came undone, falling on top of him, moaning his name.

You laid on top of him as you both fought to catch your breath. His chest was slick with sweat but you didn’t care.

His arms were pinned at his sides, he still wasn’t sure what to do with them. You slid off him and rolled down next to him on the mattress.

He turned his head on the pillow to look at you with a small smile.

“Was that...was it...uhm...any good?” He chewed his lip, feeling foolish for asking such a question.

You smiled, he really was so adorable.

“Let’s just say it isn’t always so easy to make me come.” You reached out and stroked his cheek. “How was it for you?”

God you hoped you weren’t a let down, not that you supposed he had anything to compare it to. But there was a lot of pressure being someone's first and you hoped you’d lived up to expectations.

“You have no idea.” he grinned at you, placing his hand on top of yours that was still on his cheek. “It was the most incredible experience of my life.”

“Only because you have nothing to compare it to.” You brushed off the compliment.

“I don’t need anything to compare it to to know that what we just did...it blew my mind.” He tentatively leaned closer and kissed you.

“Do you have to go or can you...can you stay?” You felt shy all of a sudden.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

You laid your head on his chest and wrapped your arm around his stomach. He followed suit and wrapped an arm around you.

It wasn’t long before you fell into a peaceful sleep. It had been too long to count since you last got to fall asleep in someone’s arms. And the fact that someone was Spencer, made the sleep even more blissful.

***

The following day at the conference was spent catching Spencer’s eye across rooms full of agents as often as you could.

Every time he would give you a shy smile and you’d watch a blush creep to his cheeks.

That night Quill dragged you out for a meal that you couldn’t get out of and so you weren’t able to spend any time with Spencer alone.

The following day was the last day of the conference and it went similarly to the previous day.

Towards the end of the day as you were trying to hide out in a corner, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned and your eyes immediately fixed on Spencer’s. You smiled at him, but he wasn’t alone.

“Y/N Y/L/N, this is the BAU’s Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner and Jason Gideon. This is Y/N, she works counterintelligence out of the LA field office.”

You smiled shyly, Hotch’s outstretched hand in front of you.

“Pleased to meet you agent Y/L/N, Reid has told us a lot about you.”

You couldn’t help but blush at Hotch’s words as you shook his hand.

“Thank you sir, the pleasure is mine, really.”

You turned to Gideon and shook his hand.

“I am a big fan of your work agent Gideon. I’ve been to several of your lectures.”

“It’s good to meet you.” He replied, not much for words.

“Are you coming, Reid? I think we’re done here.” Hotch told the younger man now.

“I’ll head out soon.” He tried not to blush thinking about why he was staying.

“See you tomorrow.” Hotch gave him a nod. “And it was nice to meet you Y/L/N.” He directed at you.

“And you.” You smiled and gave agents Hotchner and Gideon a pathetic wave which you scalded yourself for as they walked away.

Spencer was looking at you with a smile on his face.

“So it’s your last night?” He asked a little wistfully.

“Sadly so.”

“I guess we better make the most of it then?” He chewed his lip bashful at his suggestion. You just smiled in response.

“I guess we better.”

***

You and Spencer bypassed dinner and drinks opting for as much time in the bedroom as possible on your last night in DC.

He was just as nervous, if not more so somehow than he had been your first time.

During the course of the night and early hours of the morning you made love five times. By the time you were both completely spent the sun was rising, spilling light into the room through the crack in the curtains.

You laid in Spencer’s arms revealing in the feeling as it was soon to be over. You felt strangely teary eyed at the thought of leaving him. You’d had the most incredible few days with him and you didn’t want it to be over.

But all good things had to end, you knew that to be true.

“Is it weird if I say I’m going to miss you?” Spencer whispered as though he were reading your mind. You supposed he was a profiler.

“Not at all.” You shifted in his arms so you could look up at him. “Because I’m going to miss you too.”

“I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.” He sighed as he spoke.

“I didn’t peg you as a Murakami fan.”

“I’m full of surprises I guess.” He shrugged sadly.

“If all else perished, and he remained I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”

“Wuthering Heights.” He smiled sadly. “I don’t have any plans to be annihilated.”

“Good to know.” You kissed him softly, pressing your naked bodies together one last time.

“Maybe we’ll meet again.” He spoke into your lips. “Maybe the universe will bring us back together someday.”

You nodded with a sigh. You hoped that would be true. You needed that to be true.

You stroked his cheek with your thumb, brushing a strand of his hair out of his eye before you kissed him again.

“Hopefully Spence. Someday.”

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