fallen angels, demons, and the devil herself

"Mom says you're supposed to be good at communication," (y/n) pushed out mid argument with him, a fake smile playing on her lips, her voice dripping with something sickenly sweet.

"Your mother also says you're supposed to be filing those reports." She narrowed her eyes, he returned the look, while across the bullpen, Derek let out a laugh.

"Twenty bucks says they kill each other before the semester ends."

"Make it thirty," Emily mumbled, eyes not leaving her report once. 

God, she hated him, hated those irritatingly perfect curls, the stupid cardigans, the way he always corrected her professors whenever he visited her university as a guest lecturer. And worst of all, the way he acted like she was a child.

She was in her twenties, an adult and not some little kid running around Quantico.Yet every time she offered an opinion, Spencer somehow found a way to dismiss it, as if she couldn't possibly know what she was talking about, as if she wasn't smart enough.

And perhaps the worst part was that she cared, deeply. Because beneath all the irritation and arguments, she knew exactly what Spencer Reid thought of her: immature, impulsive, a distraction. And maybe that was why every interaction felt like a challenge, because she desperately wanted to prove him wrong.

…

Three days later, the team caught a case in Virginia. Everyone left the station there before sunrise, everyone except Spencer and (y/n), forced to stay behind because Hotch had belted some command into their direction, asking them to work on the geo profile of the area.

The room they had been offered by the sheriff felt eerily empty without the rest of the team. There was nothing now, just silence and Spencer Reid. The combination was torture, even as hours passed and (y/n) worked through maps. Neither spoke and for the first time since she'd started her internship, they were actually tolerating each other. Until the first roar of thunder found them, and seconds later the lights flickered, a loud metallic clang echoed somewhere down the hallway, and the power went out.

"What was that?" (y/n) pushed out, wide eyes finding Spencer’s.

Spencer frowned at that, they both stood while the emergency lights blinked on moments later as the light had completely gone out. She watched him walk towards the electronic door, hand settling on the handle to push it down, though without any luck. Both froze, there was a beat of silence, then another.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." He pulled harder, nothing. For several moments they simply stared at one another. They were alone, locked inside, no team, no escape. Nothing but the hatred for one another they tried to cling to. 

"This is your fault." (Y/n) had crossed her arms, eyes angry while she kept staring at Spencer. 

"My fault? I doubt I am at fault for the lighting hitting this building, am I?” His voice was angry, arms also crossed while neither dared to back away from their staring match. 

"God, you're impossible." (Y/n) tried to turn from him, but didn’t get far as he spoke once again. 

"You think I'm impossible?" She didn’t reply, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling quickly.  "Interesting. Because I was thinking the exact same thing about you."

Their voices echoed through the room while the tension that had been building for weeks suddenly felt far too big for the small space around them. She stepped closer with quick steps, finger digging into his chest as she stared up at him.

“I don’t know why my mother is treating you as if you’re such a saint, you’re nothing but an asshole, you’re a fucking fraud, Reid.” Her words drew a humourless chuckle out of him, eyes staring down at her without any true emotion in them. 

"And you're an immature child who only gets to work here because of her mother’s contacts." The words hit harder than they should have and Spencer immediately noticed.

"You don't know anything about me." She hated how easily she reacted to his words, how much she struggled to keep her composure whenever he called her that. 

"I know enough." Something in her snapped, maybe it was weeks of frustration, maybe it was years of hearing stories about Spencer Reid before she'd ever met him. Or maybe she was simply tired of being looked down on.

"You walk around acting like everyone else is beneath you. You never listen to me, I’m not a fucking child, Reid.” Another humourless laugh, another shake of his head. 

"Because half the time you're trying to start an argument." The words did something inside of her, they threw her emotions around as if someone had tried to mix them up like tossed cubes. 

"Maybe because it's the only way to get your attention." The words slipped out before she could stop them. Silence followed for a few seconds as Spencer's eyes narrowed slightly. (Y/n) immediately regretted saying it, cheeks growing warmer while she took a step back, forced to another halt as his hand found her wrist. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" Spencer asked quietly. The look he gave her made her stomach flip, because for the first time all day, he wasn't looking annoyed. He was looking right through her, like he was profiling her and finally understood something she didn't want him to.

"You want to know the truth?" he eventually asked while pulling (y/n) closer. "I don't hate you and I never did. But I find you irritating."

"Wow, thanks." Once again she tried to step away, though she still had no luck, forced to stay close to the tall man. 

"You interrupt everyone and you challenge every opinion I have. But I never hated you. You're distracting, quite frankly you drive me fucking insane." Spencer looked at her and suddenly every sarcastic comment, every argument made a little too much sense. His gaze dropped briefly to her mouth, then returned to her eyes. 

"You are unbelievably frustrating," she pushed out. "You think you know everything, you’re not a god."

"And you act like a child sometimes." They were inches apart now, neither willing to back down. (Y/n) should have stepped away, Spencer should have stepped away. Instead he leaned closer, just enough so she could feel his breath fan her skin. And then she moved first. It wasn't soft, it was fueled by months of frustration colliding at once. Spencer made a surprised sound before kissing her back immediately, one hand found her waist, the other tangled in her hair.

(Y/n) grabbed the front of his shirt. The kiss was messy, angry; the kind that happened after too many unsaid things and only made everything more complicated. He pushed her back until she hit a table, arms wrapped around his neck as he pushed her on top of it without breaking the kiss. 

Her chest was tight, her heart was racing, but (y/n) felt all her control slipping. She could only give herself to his touch, could only push herself closer while Spencer eventually pulled away to nibble at her throat. 

She moaned his name, legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close while her fingers brushed through his curls. (Y/n) should have put an end to it, should have at least halted for a second to think about what they were about to do, but the thoughts were gone the second she felt him undo the button of her jeans, her zip pulled down seconds later. 

“Fuck, I have been thinking about this for too long.” His words made her choke on her surprised moan, eyes flickering up to meet his darkening ones as he pushed his hand into her panties, thighs parting instantly to invite him closer. He found her pulsing bundle within seconds, drawing another moan out of her. 

(Y/n) could only give herself to him, could only let the tall man nip at her neck while he rubbed her clit, pushing her closer into a sensation she would have never dared to dream of in his closeness. She was panting and could feel his growing bulge through his jeans as she pulled him further against her. 

“Will you be a good girl and take my fingers?” His raspy voice made her groan, followed by a nod thrown his way. Spencer pushed out a soft atta girl before his fingers moved down, teasing her for a second before he pushed two inside her, spreading her walls. (Y/n) clung to him, she tugged on his roots as Spencer rested his face against the crook of her neck, inhaling the now familiar scent of her perfume. 

Her orgasm was close, it was about to rumble through her while the man she had sworn to hate kept fucking her with his fingers. Spencer didn’t slow down, didn’t back away as her walls began to flutter around him, eventually letting go with a call of his name. He kept fucking her with his fingers, kept watching her fall apart with a grin playing on his lips. 

“Jesus Christ, Spencer.” She pushed the words out as he pulled away and licked his fingers clean, eyes not leaving her features once. 

“A thank you is also enough.” His chuckles made her roll her eyes, words interrupted by the light flickering back on. Both looked up at the lights for a second before studying one another again. He dipped his head down to kiss her, letting the soft kiss linger before tugging on her lower lip with his teeth. “For the record, you’re still annoying and childish, but I wouldn’t say no to properly fucking you.”

"Mom says you're supposed to be good at communication," (y/n) pushed out mid argument with him, a fake smile playing on her lips, her voice dripping with something sickenly sweet.

"Your mother also says you're supposed to be filing those reports." She narrowed her eyes, he returned the look, while across the bullpen, Derek let out a laugh.

"Twenty bucks says they kill each other before the semester ends."

"Make it thirty," Emily mumbled, eyes not leaving her report once. 

God, she hated him, hated those irritatingly perfect curls, the stupid cardigans, the way he always corrected her professors whenever he visited her university as a guest lecturer. And worst of all, the way he acted like she was a child.

She was in her twenties, an adult and not some little kid running around Quantico.Yet every time she offered an opinion, Spencer somehow found a way to dismiss it, as if she couldn't possibly know what she was talking about, as if she wasn't smart enough.

And perhaps the worst part was that she cared, deeply. Because beneath all the irritation and arguments, she knew exactly what Spencer Reid thought of her: immature, impulsive, a distraction. And maybe that was why every interaction felt like a challenge, because she desperately wanted to prove him wrong.

…

Three days later, the team caught a case in Virginia. Everyone left the station there before sunrise, everyone except Spencer and (y/n), forced to stay behind because Hotch had belted some command into their direction, asking them to work on the geo profile of the area.

The room they had been offered by the sheriff felt eerily empty without the rest of the team. There was nothing now, just silence and Spencer Reid. The combination was torture, even as hours passed and (y/n) worked through maps. Neither spoke and for the first time since she'd started her internship, they were actually tolerating each other. Until the first roar of thunder found them, and seconds later the lights flickered, a loud metallic clang echoed somewhere down the hallway, and the power went out.

"What was that?" (y/n) pushed out, wide eyes finding Spencer’s.

Spencer frowned at that, they both stood while the emergency lights blinked on moments later as the light had completely gone out. She watched him walk towards the electronic door, hand settling on the handle to push it down, though without any luck. Both froze, there was a beat of silence, then another.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." He pulled harder, nothing. For several moments they simply stared at one another. They were alone, locked inside, no team, no escape. Nothing but the hatred for one another they tried to cling to. 

"This is your fault." (Y/n) had crossed her arms, eyes angry while she kept staring at Spencer. 

"My fault? I doubt I am at fault for the lighting hitting this building, am I?” His voice was angry, arms also crossed while neither dared to back away from their staring match. 

"God, you're impossible." (Y/n) tried to turn from him, but didn’t get far as he spoke once again. 

"You think I'm impossible?" She didn’t reply, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling quickly.  "Interesting. Because I was thinking the exact same thing about you."

Their voices echoed through the room while the tension that had been building for weeks suddenly felt far too big for the small space around them. She stepped closer with quick steps, finger digging into his chest as she stared up at him.

“I don’t know why my mother is treating you as if you’re such a saint, you’re nothing but an asshole, you’re a fucking fraud, Reid.” Her words drew a humourless chuckle out of him, eyes staring down at her without any true emotion in them. 

"And you're an immature child who only gets to work here because of her mother’s contacts." The words hit harder than they should have and Spencer immediately noticed.

"You don't know anything about me." She hated how easily she reacted to his words, how much she struggled to keep her composure whenever he called her that. 

"I know enough." Something in her snapped, maybe it was weeks of frustration, maybe it was years of hearing stories about Spencer Reid before she'd ever met him. Or maybe she was simply tired of being looked down on.

"You walk around acting like everyone else is beneath you. You never listen to me, I’m not a fucking child, Reid.” Another humourless laugh, another shake of his head. 

"Because half the time you're trying to start an argument." The words did something inside of her, they threw her emotions around as if someone had tried to mix them up like tossed cubes. 

"Maybe because it's the only way to get your attention." The words slipped out before she could stop them. Silence followed for a few seconds as Spencer's eyes narrowed slightly. (Y/n) immediately regretted saying it, cheeks growing warmer while she took a step back, forced to another halt as his hand found her wrist. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" Spencer asked quietly. The look he gave her made her stomach flip, because for the first time all day, he wasn't looking annoyed. He was looking right through her, like he was profiling her and finally understood something she didn't want him to.

"You want to know the truth?" he eventually asked while pulling (y/n) closer. "I don't hate you and I never did. But I find you irritating."

"Wow, thanks." Once again she tried to step away, though she still had no luck, forced to stay close to the tall man. 

"You interrupt everyone and you challenge every opinion I have. But I never hated you. You're distracting, quite frankly you drive me fucking insane." Spencer looked at her and suddenly every sarcastic comment, every argument made a little too much sense. His gaze dropped briefly to her mouth, then returned to her eyes. 

"You are unbelievably frustrating," she pushed out. "You think you know everything, you’re not a god."

"And you act like a child sometimes." They were inches apart now, neither willing to back down. (Y/n) should have stepped away, Spencer should have stepped away. Instead he leaned closer, just enough so she could feel his breath fan her skin. And then she moved first. It wasn't soft, it was fueled by months of frustration colliding at once. Spencer made a surprised sound before kissing her back immediately, one hand found her waist, the other tangled in her hair.

(Y/n) grabbed the front of his shirt. The kiss was messy, angry; the kind that happened after too many unsaid things and only made everything more complicated. He pushed her back until she hit a table, arms wrapped around his neck as he pushed her on top of it without breaking the kiss. 

Her chest was tight, her heart was racing, but (y/n) felt all her control slipping. She could only give herself to his touch, could only push herself closer while Spencer eventually pulled away to nibble at her throat. 

She moaned his name, legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close while her fingers brushed through his curls. (Y/n) should have put an end to it, should have at least halted for a second to think about what they were about to do, but the thoughts were gone the second she felt him undo the button of her jeans, her zip pulled down seconds later. 

“Fuck, I have been thinking about this for too long.” His words made her choke on her surprised moan, eyes flickering up to meet his darkening ones as he pushed his hand into her panties, thighs parting instantly to invite him closer. He found her pulsing bundle within seconds, drawing another moan out of her. 

(Y/n) could only give herself to him, could only let the tall man nip at her neck while he rubbed her clit, pushing her closer into a sensation she would have never dared to dream of in his closeness. She was panting and could feel his growing bulge through his jeans as she pulled him further against her. 

“Will you be a good girl and take my fingers?” His raspy voice made her groan, followed by a nod thrown his way. Spencer pushed out a soft atta girl before his fingers moved down, teasing her for a second before he pushed two inside her, spreading her walls. (Y/n) clung to him, she tugged on his roots as Spencer rested his face against the crook of her neck, inhaling the now familiar scent of her perfume. 

Her orgasm was close, it was about to rumble through her while the man she had sworn to hate kept fucking her with his fingers. Spencer didn’t slow down, didn’t back away as her walls began to flutter around him, eventually letting go with a call of his name. He kept fucking her with his fingers, kept watching her fall apart with a grin playing on his lips. 

“Jesus Christ, Spencer.” She pushed the words out as he pulled away and licked his fingers clean, eyes not leaving her features once. 

“A thank you is also enough.” His chuckles made her roll her eyes, words interrupted by the light flickering back on. Both looked up at the lights for a second before studying one another again. He dipped his head down to kiss her, letting the soft kiss linger before tugging on her lower lip with his teeth. “For the record, you’re still annoying and childish, but I wouldn’t say no to properly fucking you.”