Anything Can Happen In The Next Half Hour - One
Spencer Reid x Reader
Spencer was exhausted, but he couldn’t sleep. He’d been lying in bed for an hour trying to convince his body to give in to the darkness but he just couldn’t shut off.
Sighing, he pulled out his cell. It was a long shot, it was 2am after all. But he wondered whether she’d be online still. The mysterious woman he’d started talking to five weeks ago on chatzone. Reid had made a profile on the site after overhearing Penelope telling JJ that she’d met her latest beau on there. Garcia was Pink-oracle, Reid had accidentally come across her online one night, and had quickly exited that chat room. He hadn’t uploaded any photos but he wasn’t taking any chances on Penny working out who Drblackjack21 was.
One evening he’d taken the plunge and private messaged a woman he’d been speaking with casually in a literary lovers chat room. Trancedancequeen was her screen name and she’d made a few casual remarks about one of his favourite authors and they’d struck up a banter. She was 28 and lived in the D.C area, which was intriguing for Spencer to know. Not that he’d ever end up meeting anyone from the internet…. Although, it had worked for Garcia, so who knew.
Trancedancequeen and Dr blackjack21 had fallen into easy conversation with each other, and most nights when Spencer logged in, she was there. A few times he’d beat her to it, and there were occasions that they missed each other, just leaving the odd offline message for each other which they’d respond to when they logged in. It was…. nice. Spencer found himself being bolder and feeling more confident speaking to this woman from behind a computer or cell phone screen, depending on what he was using. They shared similar interests in TV, films and literature and this woman didn’t seem bothered when he told her that he worked away a lot. She was apparently out of town a lot too, on business trips, although neither of them had shared what they did with each other.
The past few chats he’d had found himself engaging in what one could construe as risqué conversation. Not anything too bad, but Trancedancequeen had made a comment about finding a certain celebrity attractive, and then the conversation had turned from there into what their types were physically. TDQ had told Spencer she had long brown hair and green eyes, she was slim but curvy at the same time according to her description, and she liked tall guys with nice hair and nice lips. Not that her physicality mattered to Spencer too much, but she DID sound attractive. When Reid had described himself to her, she’d responded with, “You sound like just my type,” and then had proceeded to throw some flirty comments his way. At first he wasn’t sure how to respond to them but he just decided to throw caution to the wind, and go with it. He’d been talking to her earlier but had logged off to try and get some sleep, he didn’t have to go to work tomorrow but he’d felt exhausted after the week he’d had. But his brain was unable to rest. Logging back into the app, he was surprised to see the little light by her icon, a cartoon of a grinning kitten, flashing; signalling she was still online. He clicked the private message option.
Drblackjack21: Hi. Can’t sleep. Guess you couldn’t either.
TranceDancequeen: Nope… Can’t get my brain to stop thinking about work. Long week. Won’t bore you.
Dr: I don’t think you could ever bore me.
TDQ: Oh hush now. Smooth lines like that combined with the bottle of wine I’ve drank, and I’ll think you’re flirting with me.
Spencer grinned to himself and shifted on the bed.
Dr: What if I am?
TDQ: Then by all means, flirt some more. Wuu2?
Reid had initially had to Google the shorthand text speak that she’d used sometimes, not being used to it.
Dr: I’m lying in bed. I’m not really that good at flirting though.
TDQ: I’m in bed too. And I’m sure you are, you perhaps just don’t realise it.
Dr: Really, I’m not. Trust me.
TDQ: We’ll see. If you think you’re bad at flirting, how are you at sexting?
Spencer’s jaw dropped a little and he paused, not quite knowing how to respond.
TDQ; Shit, I’m sorry. I blame the wine. Unless… Of course, you want to?
Dr: Erm, I’ve never actually done it before…. But, I’m willing to try?
Spencer couldn’t believe he’d wrote that, he’d be terrible at this and she’d probably never end up speaking to him again. But….
TDQ: Alright…. So I’m lying in bed in my pink panties and a camisole. If you were lying with me, what would you do.
TDQ: PS - it’s that simple, but if you don’t want to then we can talk about something else.
Okay. Reid could do this.
Dr: If I was lying next to you (in nothing but my blue boxers), I’d start running my hand up and down your arm before moving your hair to one side and kissing your neck softly.
TDQ: I’d shiver at your touch and move my body closer to yours, my nipples hardening through my top at the feeling of your lips on me.
Fuck. She wasn’t wasting any time here. Spencer typed out a reply, thinking quickly. If he was with her, what would he actually do, that was all he had to write.
Dr: My hand drifts drift over to your chest, my fingers gently catching on your nipples, my lips moving lower.
The conversation went on in a similar vein for a while, Spencer feeling his dick growing hard and swapping his cell so the he could type with one hand, lightly palming himself with the other.
TDQ: I stroke up and down your length slowly, gripping you as your hands explore between my legs, feeling how wet I am.
Another message flashed up: click to view attachment.
Spender clicked it.
Jesus fucking christ.
The camera was at such an angle so that it showed the neck down only. She was holding her arm out and the photo showed her lying on her bed, the covers thrown off. The camisole she’d described was pulled down, exposing a pair of full, pale breasts with hardened pink peaks to the camera. The hand that wasn’t taking the photo, was between her legs, inside her underwear. Spencer groaned, licking his lips at the image. That was sexy as hell.
TDQ: You like?
Dr: Fuck…. I love.
TDQ: What about this one?
Another attachment appear and Spencer clicked it. It was a close up photo of her underwear, her legs spread. Spencer could see the discoloration of the fabric and his dick twitched when he realised why.
TDQ: See what you’re doing to me, doctor?
Dr: Oh fuck, I see. God, if I was there with you, I’d have to taste that.
TDQ: The question is…. What am I doing to you…
Could he? Fuck it. Spencer pushed his boxers down and took his cock into his hands, switching to camera mode and snapping a photo of his erection.
It didn’t look too bad…not that he really knew how a dick pic should look. Was there a certain etiquette to it?
Here’s to nothing. Spencer sent it.
TDQ: Oh my! Well…. I think I’d quite like to get my lips around that. Imagine them gliding up and down your shaft.
Spencer moaned as he imagined a brunette head of hair bobbing up and down on his dick as he slid his hand up and down it, feeling pre cum gathering at the tip. Typing was becoming a problem now, but he managed it anyway.
Dr: It would feel so good. I’d want to feel those wet lips on mine so I could make you feel the same way.
TDQ: Fuck, that sounds amazing. Grinding on your face as I suck you off. I’m so nearly there.
So was Reid. He was pumping faster now, going back to looking at the images she’d sent him.
Dr: I’d suck your clit in between my lips, rolling it with my tongue, feeling how wet you are for me.
There was a pause in her reply this time, but Reid could see that she was still online. He used that pause to his advantage, stroking himself harder, his hips bucking off the bed slightly as he felt the pressure begin to build up. Making sure his cover was clear of himself, he let the pressure release, feeling hot liquid spilling out onto his tummy just as another message flashed up.
TDQ: Fuck me….I just came so hard thinking of your head between my legs.
Reaching into his bedside drawer, Reid pulled out some baby wipes and quickly cleaned himself up, before typing back.
Dr: God, me too. That was… Wow.
TDQ: Yep… I suddenly feel ready to sleep. I don’t… Erm. I don’t normally do that by the way. Not on here. Thank you. It certainly released some tension. I’m logging off now. Speak tomorrow?
Dr: I’m glad I could help. And same. I’ve never done anything like that. Definitely speak tomorrow.
TDQ: Night night doctor.
He saw her light flash off to signal she’d logged off, and he did the same, settling down now feeling somewhat relaxed.
When Spencer awoke the next morning he logged straight back into chatzone. She normally wasn’t online so early at the weekends but he thought he’d give it ago.
She wasn’t online, but he could see she’d left him a message an hour ago.
TDQ: Hey. I’m probably overstepping a line here but, we both live in the same area and…. Well, I think that maybe we’d get on in real life. Would you maybe… Want to meet? I’m not a serial killer, I promise :)
Spencer hesitated before replying. He did get on with her, and last night was hella hot. And… Well it had worked out for Penelope. But it was completely out of the ordinary for him. But then again, so was last night. Maybe he did need to start taking some chances.
Dr: Okay. We can do that. I’m free this weekend, just name a time and place.
Spencer set his phone down, checking or every half an hour or so as he went about his morning errands. Finally at around 11am, he logged on to see she’d replied.
TDQ: Excellent. There’s a book cafe on second? Mutal ground. I can be there for 2pm. I’m feeling a daytime meet, just to make sure. :)
Spencer knew the place, and could see that she was still logged in. The message had only been sent three minutes ago.
Dr: Sounds like a plan. How will I known its you?
TDQ: I’ll try to get the booth in the corner and I’ll wear a dark purple sweater with silver stars on it. If we get on as well as I think we will, I’ll tell you my real name and give you my number.
Dr: Alright, I’ll be wearing a green duffel coat with a purple scarf. I’ll see you soon.
Spencer was nervous, so extremely nervous. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He pushed open the door of the cafe, inhaling the mixture of caffeine and books, and looked around.
She’d said she’d try for the corner booth so he made his way to the back, scanning the room for someone with brown hair and a purple sweater.
He could see a young woman sitting in the booth, chocolate brown hair loose over her shoulders and as he approached, he could see silver stars glittering on a purple jumper. She looked up from her phone which she’d been studying, tapping away, and then locked eyes with Spencer just as he reached the table.
It was only then he realised that he knew this girl.
Extremely well in fact. They’d worked together for the past eighteen months.
Her eyes raked over him, taking in his green duffel coat and purple scarf and Spencer saw her mouth form into an ‘o’ as she came to the same realisation just as he did, blushes forming on both of their cheeks.
“Shit!” were the first words Y/N said to him.