slight smut, language
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“Alcohol interferes with the brain’s communication pathways, and can affect the way the brain looks and works. These disruptions can change mood and behavior, and make it harder to think clearly and move with coordination.”
You rolled your eyes and took another shot of tequila. Spencer had been spouting off useless facts about alcohol and its affects all night long. All you wanted was a normal night out with your friends and your boyfriend, but seeing as your boyfriend was essentially a walking and talking collection of encyclopedias, that was impossible.
“Spencer!” You cut him off as he was about to spit out something about your liver. “Why don’t you just have a drink and dance with me? Please.”
“Yeah Pretty Boy. Have a drink!” You smiled at Derek, thanking him for the encouragement. Everyone else joined in loudly.
He looked at you, then down at the tray of shots on the table. Taking a deep breath, he shook his head and wrapped an arm around your waist.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to have both of us be inebriated.”
Rolling your eyes again, you rose up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I love you, but you are such a nerd.”
“I accept that.”
You laughed as you downed your last two shots before pulling your boyfriend out to the middle of the dance floor. You team let out a round of hoots and hollars, making you blush. That didn’t stop you though.
“At least make an attempt to look like more than just a sexy stick?”
He smiled weakly, hands on your hips as you wiggled and shook around him. You didn’t know this song or even who sung it, but it felt so good to just move. Spencer just watched you, falling both deeper in love and lust with you.
“You’re asking for trouble, love.” He growled in your ear, pulling you against his chest. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Maybe I just need to be punished.” You teased. His hands slid down to your bottom and squeezed, making you yelp.
“We’re leaving. Go say goodbye to the team.” You nodded and pulled away from him, walking over to the rest of the BAU team.
“Leaving so soon?” Emily teased as you gave everyone a quick hug. “Doctor Reid getting a little impatient.”
“Goodnight.” He called, pulling you towards the door. You were tripping over your feet, alcohol getting to you just a touch.
“I think I like this side of you.” You giggled as Spencer helped you into the passenger seat of your car. He laughed, sliding his hands over your thighs.
“You’re cute when you’re drunk.” Pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, he buckled your seat belt and shut the door. Getting into the drivers seat, he started the car and began your short drive home. “You enjoy driving me insane don’t you?”
You nodded, smiling playfully. “It’s my number one favorite past time.”
To both of your surprise, you didn’t fall asleep in the car. Spencer didn’t even have to help you get out the car or in the house. Once you were in the house, the doting boyfriend act dropped immediately.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” He growled, pressing you into the wall and capturing your lips with his. You moaned as his hands gripped your thighs, pulling them around his waist and carrying you to your bedroom. “I’m so in love with you.”
“Only you can go from sexy to sweet and back in less than a second.” You laughed as he dropped you down on the bed and buried his face in your neck, nipping and sucking. Your mind was still a little fuzzy, so you fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Eventually, he just pushed your hands away and pulled it over his head. Pulling off the rest of both of your clothes, he kissed his way up from your stomach to your lips.
“Are you okay with this?” Suddenly, there was a shift in the mood. His eyes were wide as he took in your flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips.
“Please Spence.” You begged. He smirked and leaned down, pressing into you slowly. Your lip quivered as you let out a long whine.
“I love you.” He whispered, dropping his head down next to yours.
You gripped the sheets tightly as he pulled almost all the way out then sunk back in even deeper. No other sound was made as he repeated this, until he was balls deep.
“You’re always so tight.” He chuckled, reaching down to grip your thigh. You wrapped you leg around his waist as he thrust in and out of you. “So fucking tight for me.”
You smiled around your moans. It took a lot to make Spencer curse, and you always counted it as a small victory when he did.
He shifted, new position making it easy for him to hit that spot inside you and making you melt.
“Fuck Spence! Right there.” He smirked, pressing in harder. You reached down to rub your clit, but he quickly snatched your hand away.
“No.” He growled. “You will come on my cock, by my cock.”
You cried out in frustration. Releasing the sheet, you dragged your nails down his back as he drove you closer and closer to climax.
“Let go, baby.” He nipped at your jaw. “Cum for me.”
You whined loudly as you came, Spencer’s thrusts persisting. A moment later, he wailed and spilled into you. He hovered over you, breathing heavily as you both came down from your high.
“You’re so beautiful.” He smiled, pecking your lips. You hissed as he pulled out of you.
“So are you.” You hummed when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.
Your head was pounding when you woke up to the sound of Spencer’s incessant alarm. Reaching over him, you cut it off. You climbed out of bed, pulling on his shirt and padding into the kitchen.
You noticed that Spencer had joined you as you closed the fridge door and poured a cup of orange.
“You look terrible.” He chuckled.
“You weren’t saying that just a few hours ago.” You stuck your tongue out at him.
He walked into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist as you reached into the cabinet over the stove. Spencer immediately snatched the bottle that you’d just retrieved away.
“Absolutely not!” He held the bottle over your head, knowing you were too weak to jump for it. “It’s six o’ clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka!”
“Why not?” You whined. “My mother always said the way to get rid of a hangover is more alcohol.”
“No!” He put the bottle back, turning you to face him. “Eat something. Have a cup of coffee. But that isn’t going to help you right now. Nor is it going to help if you go to work smelling like vodka.”
You pouted, to which he just smiled and pecked your lips. “You’re the worst.”
He laughed, pulling you into his chest and rubbing your back. “I love you too.”