It was 2am by the time Spencer crawled into bed with you and you were silently fuming.
This week was meant to be his annual holiday, his time off from the BAU that they couldn’t take away from him. You knew his job was important, you’d known that ten months ago when you’d started dating following a two month flirtation every weekend in the book store you worked at. But it didn’t stop you being pissed. His request for leave had been granted six weeks ago, and you’d had a week full of activities planned which included meeting your parents who were only in town for a few days.
But on Monday his phone had buzzed. You’d begged him not to answer it, knowing it would be his boss. He didn’t want him to come in, only wanted to email over a map and some coordinates for Spencer to take a quick look at and give his opinion. But Spencer had gone in instead, calling you four hours later from the jet.
Okay so there had been three children’s lives at risk. You’d been annoyed but you’d followed the case on the news and earlier today, the unsub had been apprehended, victory for the team. Your boyfriend, a hero yet again.
What had pissed you off was that you knew Spencer was back in town. He’d text you from a bar where he’d been dragged out to celebrate with his team. There wasn’t even an apology or a “come out and meet us.“ Just a “We’re back, I’ll be around tomorrow, I’m just out for a drink to celebrate, Derek forced me out.”
You texted him back telling him you missed him and could he not come over now? After all, this week had meant to be your time together, you were due back at work on Monday and you’d hardly seen him. He replied two hours later saying he was on his way back and would use the key you’d gave him two months ago, and to go to bed; he’d meet you in there.
That was pushing ninety minutes ago.
He finally staggered into the bedroom nearly falling over as he tried to take his clothes off. Slipping into bed, he tried to cuddle you but you shrugged him off.
“Y/N? What’s wrong….” he slurred his words ever so slightly, a strong stench of whiskey emanating from him.
“Can you really not figure it out? This week was meant to be our week together. And this is the first time I’ve seen you since Monday morning and you’re wasted,” you hissed at him.
“Everyone…. Everyone kept buying me drinks, they wanted to congratulate me.”
Of course they did, because it had been his breakthrough that has solved the case.
Didn’t make it any better for you though.
“You didn’t have to take them though. Hell you shouldn’t have even been on the case. I’m glad it was solved and everything Spencer but I’ve wasted almost a week of my holiday here for nothing. You could have come straight here to me tonight, or even text me and asked me to come and meet you, I would have been happy with that. But no. It’s 2am on Saturday morning. And you’re fucked.”
You shrugged off his touches again, rolling to the edge of the bed and pulling the blanket tightly around you. You could almost hear the cogs in Spencers brain turning, trying to think of something to say to make this better but eventually he gave up. Sighing a huge breath, he rolled over himself and within minutes was snoring lightly.
“Y/N….. Y/N…. Wake up.”
Someone was rocking your shoulder gently trying to drag you out of the dream you’d been having. You’d been riding a rollercoster with Ned Stark and Tate Langdon. Weird….
Opening your eyes and rubbing them, you could see Spencer crouched down by the bed.
Any normal person would have been still passed out next to you, sleeping off their hangover. But not Reid. You’d quickly discovered that he didn’t get hangovers, ever. How, you did not know, but science totally needed to study him to find out why.
You pursed your lips at him giving him a look. So not only had he pissed you off royally already, but he was waking you up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday.
“What time is it?” you demanded to know, your tone harsh.
“It’s erm…. 9am.”
Alright not quite the crack of dawn, but still.
“I made you breakfast in bed,” he told you with a hopeful smile on his face.
You glanced past him seeing a tray balanced on the bedside table. So he had.
Well, that was something.
You wiggled into a seating position, your back against the pillows and headboard as Spencer positioned the tray over your lap, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.
Orange juice and hot coffee, pancakes and bacon slathered in maple syrup just how you liked them.
You looked at the food, your stomach letting out a tiny rumble. It definitely appreciated the sight and smell of the food. Glancing at Spencer you saw him watching you intently.
“I’m still mad at you,” you told him, taking a sip of the coffee.
“I know. I’m gonna try and make it up to you today.”
Spearing a piece of pancake with your fork, you raised it to your mouth asking “How?” before devouring the food.
“Well, when you’ve finished your food I thought we could go out and spend a few hours at the zoo. I’ve checked out the feeding time for the elephants and if we get there at the right time, we can get up real close.”
Elephants. Your favourite animal ever.
“Keep talking… ” you continued eating.
“And then this evening, we can order take out and have a Disney film marathon.”
He was slowly wearing you down.
“Still doesn’t quite make up for missing a week full activities.” The food was delicious and you swilled the remaining few pieces down with orange juice.
“I know. That’s why tomorrow we’re catching the amtrak to New York. I’ve book us tickets to Wicked and then we’re staying over.”
“I have work Monday,” you reminded him.
“You don’t. Hotch gave us all Monday off. I called in a favour with your boss. Penny used to work in a bookstore when she was in college. She’s gonna cover your shift.”
“And I’ve called your parents and assured your mother that yes, I do in fact exist and will definitely be coming home with you for thanksgiving break. Hotch has already granted the leave considering I came in and gave up my holiday this week. I’m sorry. I’m still new at this relationship stuff. I’ll try harder.”
How could you be angry now? Like seriously.
You set your knife and fork down, finishing off the OJ before Spencer took the tray off your legs.
“Are we okay?” he asked softly.
“We’re okay. I know your job is important but if we’re going to work, then I have to be important too. You’re entitled to time off, in fact; you need and deserve it or else you’ll burn yourself out.”
“I know. And you are important to me. I hope you know how much?”
He leant in and brushed a loose lock of your hair back, before cupping your chin and bringing his face close to yours, licking his lips.
You knew that look…
“Morning breath… I haven’t brushed yet.”
He shrugged, “You’ll taste of coffee and OJ. And even if you didn’t, I don’t care.”
“I do though. I’ll be right back,” you pushed him gently away and slid out of bed, padding out of the room and into the bathroom.
Quickly squirting toothpaste onto your brush you began to clean your teeth. Hearing a noise, you glanced to the door and saw that Spencer had followed you and was leaning against the door frame.
“Stop watching me!” you exclaimed, toothpaste dribbling down your chin.
“Why?” he slid into the room, coming to stand behind you and resting his hands on your waist.
“Because! This is hardly a sexy sight, Spencer.”
“White stuff dribbling out of your mouth…. I’ll just pretend it’s something else,” he grinned and you laughed, spitting into the sink.
You began to rinse with fresh water as Spencer pulled your hair to one side, softly kissing your neck just under your ear lobe. You sucked in your breath quickly almost choking on the water, he knew you were sensitive there. You could feel his mouth curling into a smirk, his hands slipping under the hem of your tank top and skating over your tummy, meandering upwards to your chest.
Leaning forward slightly, you spat again into the sink, your butt nudging against Spencer’s front and feeling something hard. His hands moved higher, cupping your breasts under your top.
“Spence…. Come on. I’m trying to do something here,” you whined, wishing he’d just let you get on with this so you could get back to bed with him.
“So am I. I’m trying to make it up to you,” he nibbled the outer shell of your ear as his fingertips grazed over your nipples eliciting a gasp from your lips.
“So let’s go back to the bedroom then….. ” you breathed out, your eyes half closed as he work his hands over your now puckered chest, pinching and tweaking the way he knew you liked.
“Nah… It occurred to me earlier that the bathroom is one of the few places we’ve not done it.”
“Because my shower is tiny and you wouldn’t fit in my bathtub,” you wriggled backwards, nudging against him with your butt.
“Yes but the cabinet your sink is on is fairly sturdy. Just roll with me here, I’m a genius; I’ve got this sussed.”
“If we break my sink, you’re buying me a new one,” you gave in to him, one of the his hands had slipped downwards into your bottoms and was stroking against your panties.
“Fair enough.” You could hear the triumph in his voice and he removed his hands from their positions on your body and quickly spun you around so that you were facing him. Cupping your face with his hand he ran his thumb across your bottom lip, your mouth parting for him and darting out to swipe over the tip.
“Now that you’re minty fresh, I can do this,” Lowering his head his pressed his lips against yours, softly at first and then quickly moving urgently against your mouth.
Tilting your head to avoid your noses knocking you matched his pace, letting out a short moan as he sucked your lip into between his, nibbling it. You reached your hands out to touch him, moving straight to his groin. He stepped back, still keeping his mouth to yours. Pulling his lips away slightly he whispered, “Nope. This is about me making things up to you remember. No touching me until you’ve come at least once.”
He resumed his kisses before you had chance to respond, his hands starting to roam over your body, pulling your nipple through your top as he passed over them. You groaned into his mouth. Reaching the bottom of your tank top he gripped the fabric and yanked it upwards, breaking the kiss so he could pull it off you.
“Better,” he announced, his eyes drifting to your chest. Crouching to the floor, he slipped his fingers under the waist band of your sleep shorts and pulled downwards, dragging your underwear down too. He lifted your legs one by one and tossed the garments to one side. “But THIS is even better.”
Spencer started kissing up your leg, soft kisses followed by nips with his teeth and short licks with his tongue, he slowly worked his way up your body until he reached your chest.
Now level with your breasts he let out a slow blow, his breath cool against your hard peaks. Dashing his tongue out, he flicked it roughly against one and you reached back and gripped the edge of the cabinet to steady yourself. Looking up at you and smirking, he pursed his pink lips and wrapped them around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
“Ugh,“ you let out a small groan followed by a much longer one as he worked his mouth on you, flicking his tongue rapidly and sending ripples of pleasure straight through you.
Not wavering in his motions he gripped the leg that was closet to the bath tub and raised it so it was bent at the knee and resting on the edge of the tub. Tracing a line with his fingertips from your foot all the way up to the top of your thighs, he stopped when he reached your most sensitive parts. You whimpered in anticipation of his next move, your breath hitching in your throat as he teased your chest.
“Am I forgiven yet?” he asked releasing you from his mouth and peppering kisses across your breasts until he reached your other nipple, never the type to favour one over the other.
“If I say yes does that mean you’ll stop?” you rasped.
“Then no, you’re not forgiven.”
“I’ll just have to work harder then won’t I?” he responded, latching on to your other nipple, biting down on the already hard nub and swirling his tongue over it.
“Oh fuck Spence…. ”
His fingers started to move again slipping between your legs where you were already wet for him. Dipping his finger inside you, he coated his finger in your excitement before dragging it forward to your clit. Using your own wetness as lubricant, he began to massage your clit.
Your gasps become more frequent, your breathing turning into panting as he played with your sensitive nub, alternating between slow, torturous circles and rubbing it from side to side, increasing the pressure. His lips on your chest and his hand working magic between your legs, it wasn’t long until you were a quivering mess, your fingers gripping the solid wood of the cabinet to keep yourself from collapsing.
“Fuck…. Oh fuck… Oh… Oh god… ”
“Come for me, Y/N,” he murmured, his words vibrating through your chest. He adjusted his hand quickly, exchanging his fingers for his thumb on your clit, the wider pad of it pressing against you as his slipped two fingers inside you. Curling them gently and rocking them back and forth, he increased his momentum on your clit and had you clenching around him in seconds, his name on your lips as you come.
Satisfied with your cries, he waited for you to stop moaning before retracting his hand from you and standing, his legs cracking slightly as they straightened up. Placing his hands to your hips, he lifted you onto the edge of the cabinet, being careful not to push you too far back or risk your butt falling into the empty sink.
Pushing his own pants and boxers down, you watched as Spencer gripped his cock, stroking it a few times before positioning it at your entrance and pushing quickly in.
You both groaned as he filled you completely. No matter how many times you do this, you’re still amazed at how perfectly you slot together.
Spencer lowered his head to yours, catching your lips in another mouth watering kiss as you wrapped your legs around his waist as he started to thrust.
You held fast to the cabinet, not letting him drive you backwards with his force and providing the perfect amount of reiststance for him to thrust against, his own grunts coming thick and fast now.
“So…. good. So…. fucking…. good,” he choked out as you squeezed your inner walls around him, feeling him knocking against your g spot and causing a new wave of euphoria to burn through you. Spencer’s mouth nuzzled against your shoulder, finding a spot on your collarbone to nip on.
He gripped your hips hard, pulling himself nearly all of the way out and slamming into you again, once…. twice…. three times until you felt his mouth open wide against your shoulder, a low growl leaving his throat as he emptied himself inside you, his cock twitching as he came .
You both remained wordless for a moment, the sounds of panting filling your bathroom, the scent of sex permeating the air.
Raising his head from your shoulder, Spencer released the grip on your hips and raked his hand through his hair, pushing it back.
“Am I forgiven now?” he asked, a knowing smile on his lips.
“Hmmmm. I think so. But then again, it was nearly a full week. Maybe a couple more orgasms wouldn’t go amiss.”
He chuckled and rested his head to your forehead.
“What about us going to the zoo?”
“Fuck the zoo,” you told him. “We’ll only end up seeing animals screwing anyway. We can put on our own mating show here.”
“You and me baby, ain’t nothing but mammals, so let’s do it like they do….” He began to croon the old Bloodhound Gang song and you joined him, laughing.