‘Rossi just ordered delivery, I don’t think he will be leaving anytime soon.’
‘good thing that Tara just left to go get pick up then, huh?’
‘I’ll be there in five minutes.’
The response you received from Spencer came within 30 seconds of your reply, causing you to laugh at the eagerness one person could convey in a single text.
Attempting to keep the relationship you had with Spencer a secret was difficult on an average day, but now that you were away on a case and forced to further distance yourselves by sharing hotel rooms with other team members, it felt nearly impossible to remain inconspicuous.
Always one to hold true to his word, Spencer was knocking on your hotel room door just five minutes later. Not wanting to waste any more time, you were quick to open the door and pull him in by the sleeve of his shirt before anyone could spot him.
“Well, hi,” Spencer breathily laughed as he helped closed the door behind him.
“Hi,” you smiled gleefully, running your hands up his chest until they came to rest on either side of his neck, “How’d you manage to sneak away from Rossi?”
“Told him I didn’t want pizza for the third night in a row and was going to go get something else to eat,” Spencer explained hastily, placing his hands on the lower of your back before leaning down to place a long awaited kiss against your lips.
“God, I’ve missed you,” you mumbled against his lips, feeling yourself melt into his touch.
“I missed you too,” Spencer reluctantly pulled away from you, tucking one hand behind your head, “Are you sure that we won’t get caught?”
“Tara just left, we’ll have plenty of time until she gets back,” you grasped hold of his tie and gently tugged him backward with you until the backs of your legs hit your bed.
Hesitation still lingered in Spencer touch, but the lack of contact he had had with you over the past few days overpowered his worry of someone walking in on you.
In one swift movement, Spencer turned your bodies so he was the one against the edge of the bed now. With his lips back on yours in a searing kiss, Spencer sat on the bed and pulled you onto his lap, moaning into your mouth as you softly tugged at curls resting at the nape of his neck.
Too caught up in each other, you and Spencer were both unaware of Tara’s return back to the hotel room.
“I seriously got halfway to the Chinese place before realizing I forgot my w— oh my god,” Tara’s voice dropped off in surprise as you tore your head away from Spencers.
“It’s not what it looks like” Spencer panicked, pushing you off of him and onto the open side of the bed in an attempt to expel what Tara had obviously just witnessed.
Standing up, Spencer stumbled over his words in an attempt to come up with a plausible excuse, “I just came over to ask Y/N if, uh, she, wanted to, uh—”
“Spencer,” you saved him from blush any harder, “Just go back to your room.”
Without another word, Spencer avoided eye contact with Tara before swiftly exiting the room.
Flopping back onto the bed and covering your face with your hands, you could practically hear the smirk dripping in Tara’s voice.
“So, does making out with Spencer usually look different, or…?”
Look what is hitting the market now, fidget pads! I just ordered one, but I’m not sure how good the seller is yet until it gets here. There’s a few different sellers for it on Amazon, and there might be some on eBay too. This one cost 14.99 +free shipping. link to the one I bought
ok so if you ordered a used book online, no pics but it says it’s in good condition, and got a book that had yellowed pages, minor water damage, and library stamps all over it, would it be reasonable to be upset?