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Dr. Spencer Reid. Genius. Profiler. Brilliant. Badass. Gorgeous. Sexy. And, most astonishing, my boyfriend. Not that those old insecurities of mien still plagued me. No, I’d long since gotten over those. When somebody like Spencer touches you the way he always touches me, whether it was sexual or not, or tells you time and time again how gorgeous he thinks you are, there comes a point where you just, well… believe him. So, I had gotten over myself, and my whole life had just gotten so much lighter. I did not constantly worry about how tight my clothes might appear to be, Not anymore.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I needed a man’s approval. And it wasn’t just the fact that he told me how he saw me that changed my own point of view. No, it was rather that he treated me in a way that showed he meant it, and made me believe it myself. A way that made it clear he wasn’t just trying to get into my pants.
Not that he didn’t get into my pants. Boy, did he get into my pants. And boy, did he know his way around. His hands. His whole body. His t- No, not his tongue. Oral was something I rather provided than received.
Before they decided they wouldn’t waste their time with me anymore, my exes would every now and then go down on me, pretending they cared about my fulfillment as much as their own, but… let’s just say nothing they ever did could compare to anything Spencer knew to do to me. I just didn’t seem to like oral very much, and it wasn’t necessary. Sometimes, when we were losing ourselves in passion, Spencer would begin to drift off and trail kisses down my body, towards my core, but when I uttered his name with an ever so slightly warning undertone, he’d catch himself, and respect my wishes.
“Hey, Earth to F/N!” Are you with me?” JJ addressed me, waving a hand in front of my eyes.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts and JJ observed me with a smile, one hand resting protectively on her not quite yet rounded belly.
“Dreaming of last night, or looking forward to this one?” she asked cheekily.
“Come on, JJ.” I smiled. You know as well as I do that there is no room for that on a case.”
“Looking forward, then.”
I couldn’t suppress a chuckle.
“Guess so.”
We had literally just returned from a case, and JJ was waiting for Will to come pick her up, while I was waiting for Spencer to come out of his meeting with Hotch. When Will walked in and greeted JJ with a kiss, I got up and followed them out, after leaving a message on Spencer’s desk, letting him know where he could find me.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect it to take so long.” Spencer’s voice reached me when I stopped at the edge for a few moments.
I turned around in the water and found him standing at the other end of the pool. The corners of my mouth turned upwards into a small smile.
“Don’t apologize. You’re brilliant, who am I to get in the way of Hotch consulting you on anything?”
“As long as you know you’re more important to me than anything else.”
“If you say so.” I smirked. Can you hand me the towel, please.”
I began to make my way in his direction, swimming slowly and evenly.
“Sure.” he said, turning to retrieve the towel I had left on one of the benches along the wall.
Faster than my mind could register, Spencer lost his footing on the wet tiles, his lean form slipping, and he was gone from sight, the only indication of his whereabouts the disturbed ripples in the water’s surface.
At first, I was frozen in shock. Then, I was expecting him to re-appear any second. When that was not the case, my chest suddenly felt way too tight and I hurried to reach the spot where he’d disappeared as quickly as possible.
When I was there and pulled him to the surface, I nearly wept, swamped by immeasurable relief that he came to and gasped for breath at that same moment.
“F… F/N…” he brought out my name, interrupted by violent coughing.
“I’m here, Spencer, right here.” I returned frantically while holding him above the water as best I could. “Think you can stand up okay?”
“Yeah… Yes, I’m fine.”
“Spencer, you just slipped and fell into the pool. You didn’t come back up by yourself. I don’t think fine is the right-“
My sentence was cut short when, after he had gotten to his own two feet, I reached to brush the hair off his forehead and was met by a streak of red running down the side of his face.
“You’re not fine.” I gasped. “You’re going to see a doctor.”
“F/N, I-“
“No.” I stood firm. “There’s blood running down your face. You obviously hit that precious head of yours. You’re going to come with me to see a doctor now.”
“I am a doctor.” he muttered.
“Yeah, but I’m referring to a medical professional, as you very well know. Now, come on. The sooner we get you there, the sooner you can annoy them with your corrections until they beg me to take you home.”
“When you said you’d take me home, I thought…”
“That I’d just drop you off at your place to fend for yourself?”
Spencer nodded and then grimaced at the sting of pain. He’d refused the painkillers they offered him.
While he’d been in with the Doc, I had called Penny and asked to take care of Rain for one more night.
“Like I’d ever do that.” I scoffed. “And also, the Doc said someone should keep an eye on you for the next day or so, and that’s what I intend to do. I already called Hotch and told him what happened. He’s fine with me taking the next day or two off as well.”
“But you can’t just-“
“Why are you being so stubborn?” I interrupted and laid a hand on either side of his neck, standing on tiptoes to kiss him softly. “Just let me look after you, okay? Just this once?”
“Fine.” he grumbled.
“Thank you. And if you’re a good patient, I’ll make French Toast for breakfast.”
A little bribery couldn’t hurt.
Spencer was a good patient. He did not argue anymore after that, instead opting to just… rest, as the doctor had ordered, and I had asked him to. Although there were no signs of any unfavorable developments, I was way too wired to find sleep that night, so I ended up just lying in my bed next to spencer, curled up under the covers, occasionally opening an eye or both to steal a glance at him, making sure he was still all right.
In the morning, after the promised French Toast, I looked Spencer straight in the eyes.
“Does it bother you that I don’t want you to go down on me?” I asked out of the blue, and he nearly choked on his orange juice. “Sorry.”
“Never mind.” he coughed. “But why do you ask?”
“No particular reason. I just couldn’t sleep last night, and ended up thinking about a few things.”
“Oh. Well… No, it doesn’t. Not really.”
“Then why do you keep drifting?”
“I guess… I just get lost in the moment. And I like hearing you.” he admitted, blushing lightly.
“Hearing me? When we’re having sex?”
He nodded.
“Why?”
“Because you deserve all the pleasure in the world, I suppose… And when I hear you, hear those beautiful sounds of yours, those little sighs and quiet whimpers… I feel like I’m doing right by you.
Maybe I also want to make up for your experiences with your previous boyfriends… I don’t imagine they were particularly considerate of your needs.”
“You are. Making up for them, I mean. Even if you don’t need to. You’re a far better boyfriend.” I said, standing up and putting the dishes in the sink, then moving to stand behind Spencer’s chair, my arms around him, my chin resting on his shoulder. “A far better person.” I kissed his cheek. “A far better lover.”
The last words, I merely whispered into his ear.
He cleared his throat and turned the barstool around so he was facing me and could press a scorching kiss to my lips.
“How’s your head?” I breathed when he relented.
“Fine.”
“No pain?”
“No pain.”
Taking his hand, I pulled him to follow me back towards my bedroom.
Sitting at the foot of the bed, I leaned onto my elbows, proceeding to scoot backwards until I reached the pillows and watched Spencer follow me, crawling to cover my body with his and kissing me greedily.
The night clothes we still wore were quickly disposed of, and I once again relished the feeling of his hands on my body. Just the thought of him loving me, in the physical sense, always got me so close to completion that everything he did when we were actually together this way had me try to hold back so much I had ripped a fair amount of sheets and left more than a few scratch marks on his back. Spencer had never complained about them, and in light of his earlier explanation, I now thought I knew why.
By now, he was busy leaving marks on my neck, soon venturing lower, first to pay homage to my chest, and then lower still. Just before he reached my center, he froze and lifted his head to give me a confused look.
“What is it?” I asked.
“You didn’t stop me.”
A relieved smile spread across my lips.
“I figured that, if you’re as good at this as you are at everything else you do, maybe I shouldn’t stop you. Who knows what I’m missing out on.”
“Well, let’s find out then, shall we?” he smirked.
From the moment his mouth reached my core, I was lost. He worked me over so thoroughly, so completely, as if he had never done anything else.
The way his tongue swirled through my folds, from my entrance to my clit and back, again and again, how he would suck hard on the bundle of nerves one moment, and gently scrape his teeth over it the next, softly flicking just the tip of his tongue across it yet another second later…
Soon enough, I was so far gone that my reflexive lip-biting had left my bottom lip bloody and raw, every hope of containing the sounds that tried to claw their way out of me lost.
I lost track of how much time Spencer had already spent between my thighs, and if I’d still had the sense to try and count how many orgasms he’d pulled from me, I certainly would not have been able to count them on the fingers of just one hand.
“Please, Spencer…” I panted desperately. “… I can’t… I’m…”
He stopped his ministrations immediately. After pressing a tender kiss to my left inner thigh, and then the right one, he trailed more soft kisses over my body, all the way up to my temple, as he went to lie next to me and pulled me into his arms. I craned my neck until I could reach his lips, not at all bothered by the taste of myself on them as our tongues mingled.
Quite some time later, when we had both caught our breath and my heart rate was back within normal parameters, I realized something with a start.
“When did the neighbors turn their music up that loud?” I asked, wincing at the hoarse sound of my own words.
I felt Spencer shrug before he replied.
“It was sometime around the fifth ‘Oh my god, Spencer, please!!!’, I believe.”
“Shit.” I muttered. “Don’t be so smug about it. You realize that now I have to move before we can do that again, right?”
“Do it again?”
“Unless I was too vocal for you…”
“Oooooh, no, don’t even try that with me.” He warned, chuckling. “You know… The walls of my apartment are pretty solid… Can’t hear a thing…”
I leaned up to look at him, my muscles still shaky, and feigned a little shock.
“Is that your way of asking me to move in with you?”
“Only if you want.” he replied, blushing.
I purposely took a moment longer before I grinned and moved to kiss him.
“It would be my pleasure.” I whispered against his lips. “Quite literally.”