High Tensions - Ten
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Reid x Reader
He’d dreamt about her again. This time she’d been lying on his bed with her legs spread wide and he’d been situated between them with his mouth pressed up against her, tasting her as he lapped away at her clit.
He’d woken up a sticky mess once more, his mouth almost watering. He swore he could still taste the sweet, yet bitter taste of her but he knew that wasn’t possible.
They exchanged texts this morning making plans to meet up later on in the day and he’d received a few suprise photos from her which made his dick immediately hard again. This had to stop, and soon. If he didn’t fuck her soon he was scared he was going to fall asleep on the jet and wake up with Y/N and the rest of the team laughing at him as he humped and came all over the leather seats, no doubt moaning her name.
Yet he wasn’t going to be the one to end it. At least not yet.
He wondered what tonight would bring. Spencer had enjoyed their little cinema “date” the other week, not exactly knowing what it meant for them in terms of their relationship with each other. But she’d been right when she’d pointed out that they were two friends with a mutual attraction who were trying to bang each other senseless. What other word really was there? They weren’t “friends with benefits” because so far, there’d been no benefits.
He thought back to the last week and a half. The case had hit Y/N hard, it had affected them all but seemed to have hurt her more as she’d developed a bond with the parents of the child they’d initially been called in to find. That had happened to them all on occasion, it was hard not feel drawn to certain people and the parents had been drawn to Y/N, always seeking her out to check for new information. When the case had gone bad and the news delivered, he’d heard her crying in her hotel room later that night. He’d wanted to go to her but when he’d left his room next door, he’d saw her door closing softly and then sound of JJ’s voice through the wood. He’d settled for giving her a hug when they’d got back to HQ.
She’d seemed fine this morning, back to her usual bubbly self during their text exchange but he wanted to do something for her to make her feel better. He racked his brains.
After and hour of thinking he kept coming back to the same thing. He didn’t want to just buy her something, or take her somewhere.
But would she let him do the thing he was thinking off? He’d found a loophole that would allow it, if she saw things from his point of view.
Well there was only one way to find out.
He knocked her door at 8pm, takeout bag in hand. She answered wearing a shorts and vest pajama combo, her hair piled on top of her wet. It looked wet and she didn’t have any make up on, although she still looked stunning.
“Hey! Apologies for the lack of proper clothes. I’ve literally done nothing but cleaning and laundry all day and I’ve only just got out the shower. I lost track of time.” She took the take out bag from him and he followed her to through to her kitchen area.
“No worries. I did say don’t bother getting dressed. Admittedly I had something else in mind, but beggers can’t be choosers.”
She grinned at him, handing him a beer and pulling out some plates. “Actually Spencer, in this case, beggers could be choosers. You beg for it and you can choose to do what you want to me.”
He rolled his eyes at her trying to let the comment wash over his head. He helped her plate up their food and headed over to the couch, placing his messenger bag on the floor next to him and making himself comfortable.
“So what are we watching?” he asked.
“Well considering how much we’ve been talking about it recently, I figured we could watch this.” Y/N produced a dvd from the coffee table next to her.
“You’re not being serious?!” There was no way he could watch that with her, especially given the dreams he’d been having.
“No I’m not. We’re watching this instead.” She produced another film. Don Jon.
He knew that film was about a man with a porn and masturbation addiction and he could do without watching Joseph Gordon Levitt wanking himself stupid. He shook his head at her.
“Well that brings me to my third and final option, this.“
Beauty and the Beast.
“What?” she must have seen the look on his face. “It’s my favourite film and it makes me feel happy. And after the last case, I could kinda do with that.“
“Fine…. Put it on.” He watched her bound over to her dvd player and slip the disc in, her butt sticking out as she bent over.
They ate and watched the film in companionable silence, her shushing him whenever he tried to feed her a random fact.
“Did you know this film is based on…. ”
“Yes I know.”
“Did you know that Beast’s name is actually….”
“Adam, yes I know.”
“Did you…. ”
She chucked a cushion at him. “Spence, this is my favourite movie. I’ve watched it like a thousand times. I doubt there’s anything you could tell me about it that I don’t already know. Now shut up and let me watch. We can watch Doctor Who or something you like afterwards.”
It wasn’t like he wasn’t enjoying the movie, although he was enjoying watching Y/N watching it more. Her lips moved along with the character’s quietly singing along with them, or mouthing their lines. She really must have seen this film a thousand times to know it off by heart. It was sweet. And just another thing about her to add to the ever growing list of items he found desirable about her.
The movie finished and as the credits rolled he could see her wiping away a tear.
“Y/N. Do you want a hug?”
She looked at him suspiciously.
“No funny business I swear. It’s just…… You’re crying.”
“Because of the movie, stupid film.” But she inched closer to him on the couch.
“I never suggested it was anything other than the movies making you sad.” He held open his arms waiting to see if she’d move into them.
She moved, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his.
Okay, perhaps offering a hug wasn’t such a good idea. The pajamas she was wearing didn’t offer much coverage and they were a thin cotton material. Luckily she was wearing a bra but he could still feel her chest pressed against his.
“Thanks Spencer,” she sighed into his neck, her hands playing with his hair.
“What for?” he didn’t relax his grip on her, enjoying the feel of her against him.
“Just….. I don’t know. Everything. I don’t think I tell you this enough but I honestly think you’re a great guy. You’re kind and sweet and you know when I’m feeling down and when I need a hug. You’re a great friend.”
Friend. Weren’t they a little past friends?
She continued, tilting her head slightly so that her words blew onto his neck. “Add that to the fact the you’re sexy as hell, and clearly know how to please a women in the bedroom. You’re obviously perfect.”
“I’m far from perfect Y/N. And sexy? That’s one word that doesn’t tend to get used in the same sentence as Spencer Reid.”
She was still pressed against him, her lips almost touching his neck. Her next words shocked him. “I think you’re perfect Spencer. Perfect for me at least. And……” she stopped herself, unsure of whether she should continue or not. He waited with baited breath.
“And, erm….. Spencer. Maybe when we decide who’s won this little bet, we could actually go out on a proper date? One which we both know is an actual date.”
He knew that Y/N found him attractive, she’d said as much. And he knew that she must find him sexually attractive to have even been partaking in this game with him in the first place.
If he was honest with himself he’d hoped and wanted something more to come out of it. But he was still totally surprised to hear that she wanted the same.
He nodded at her. “We can do whatever you want Y/N.”
She broke the embrace and pulled away from him. “Well what I really want is for you to tell me you want me so I can win this damn thing and have a fucking orgasm.”
He laughed at her wondering if now was the time to ask her. It had to be really.
“Y/N. Erm….. I was thinking earlier. I know how upset you’d been after the last case and I really wanted to do something nice for you.”
“You are doing something nice for me Spence. Just by being here with me.”
“Well I wanted to do something that would make you feel better…… And, well I blame the fact that I’m in an almost constant state of arousal when I’m near you for pointing my brain in this direction, but the only thing I could think of to make you feel better was to offer to give you an orgasm. I’m not admitting defeat here by the way, but I found a loophole that I thought we could exploit just for the one night.”
He watched her face for a reaction, but she didn’t give anything away. A few moments later she finally spoke. “You want to make me come? Without breaking the rules?“
He reached into his messenger bag pulling out the little box he’d picked up earlier and passing it to her. Now that had been an interesting shopping trip.
“Spencer this is a vibrator. Why the hell do you have a bullet vibrator?” He could still see confusion on her face, but he detected a hint of a smile of her lips.
“I bought it earlier. I know you have one, but the thing that you have, well it scares me quite frankly. This is much more simple and the woman in the shop said that it’s one of the best selling items.”
She laughed, the image of him in a sex shop amusing her.
“I can’t use it though. It’s against the rules. It’s still self relief remember. If I use this on myself, you’d win.”
“That’s not what I’m getting at. I’d use it on you.”
Her jaw dropped and her cheeks coloured.
“Technically we’re not breaking any rules because I wouldn’t actually be touching you. I’d be touching this. And you wouldn’t be touching yourself either. You get to orgasm and feel good, and I get to watch. And neither of us violates any of our self imposed rules. But it’s a one night only thing.”
“Why one night only?”
“Because otherwise, if I were to do this again, then you’d never admit defeat and I’ll never get to hear you telling me how badly you want my dick inside you.”
She breathed in deeply, before asking, “But what about you. You still don’t get to… Well, you know.”
“Honestly Y/N, twice now I’ve woken up covered in my own mess. The dreams I’ve been having about you…… Well, they’ll keep me going for a bit longer.”
He licked his lips at the memory, hearing her whisper, “Oh my fucking God.”
“This isn’t a trick?” she clarified.
“Nope, although if at any point you beg me to slip myself in, then I do still win. But otherwise, it won’t count against you. It will probably work in your favour to be honest. I’ve only dreamt about what you look like when you orgasm, seeing it might actually push me over the edge.”
She stood up from the couch, holding out her hand to him. He took it.
The box in one hand, and his hand in her other, she led him to her bedroom.