#mindfullycriminalfics

“Congratulations! It looks like you’re actually around 9 weeks pregnant. It’s a wonder you couldn’t tell before now, Mrs. Reid”.

You could hear what the doctor was saying, but you hadn’t yet grasped the meaning behind the words, moving to look at the screen she had turned towards you. She hadn’t told you what she was checking for, just that your blood work had come back and she needed to verify something. This being the reason hadn’t even crossed your mind.

Pregnant. 9 weeks. Truthfully, you could tell her the exact day of conception, although you are still just silently staring at the screen in wonder.

Your doctor seems to understand that you need time to process the words, even if she knows you’ve been trying for over a year. She hands you copies of your first sonogram and information that you’re sure your husband has already gathered.

You hadn’t even gone to the doctor because you’d been feeling unwell - it was just an annual check up. You hated them, had always felt they were a waste of time, but Spencer always insisted.

Spencer.

You needed to tell him. Right now. You two had been trying for so long, and nothing had seemed to work. Of course the moment you two agree to stop trying, to just be natural, it happens. Just like Spencer had said it would. It was almost annoying that he was always right, and you could hear his voice in your head telling you the statistics like he had that day.

You two had agreed long ago that when you found out, if he wasn’t with you, that you wouldn’t do anything crazy to try to tell him. Instead, you left the doctor’s office in a daze, driving to the bakery Spencer loved but never had time to get to. You picked up his favorite sandwich and even got a pastry for yourself, before driving to see him.

Your mind wandered on the drive, barely paying attention to the traffic around you. It didn’t matter to either of you what gender your unborn child would be - you’d already picked out names. Godparents had been easily decided - Luke Alvez and Emily Prentiss being the most obvious of choices.

Thinking of that, your mind replays the day Spencer had sheepishly come back home when you two had first started trying, carrying a bag from a store you’d never heard of.

He revealed that he had been at the bookstore and saw something in a store window that he had to buy, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

You remember laughing loudly and how much your cheeks had hurt from your wide smile, claiming the three shirts he had purchased were perfect. Godparent shirts for Luke and Emily, and one that said “Favorite Aunt” for Penelope.

At first, when you two had discussed godparents, you’d been slightly worried on how you’d choose a godmother - not knowing how you could possibly pick between Penelope or Emily. But Spencer had said that Penelope was a sister he had never gotten to have, saying that her title would be Auntie P. to however many children you two had.

You’d have to take the shirts with you next month to Rossi’s house mansion. Spencer had gone back to the store and bought ridiculous shirts for every member of the team, even one for Hotch, in case he ever saw him again. You wondered if Rossi would like his “grandpa” shirt, or if he’d complain that he wasn’t old enough for that title. (Even though he had an actual grandchild).

Shaking your head from your thoughts, you park, taking a deep breath and grabbing the food. Slowly, you exit your car, meandering to where you know Spencer will be.

As you stand in front of him though, you find the words are stuck in your throat. You sit down, forcing yourself to breathe as you open your mouth.

“Hey love. I brought your favorite food! Um, guess what? I’m sure you already know - you probably knew before me. We’re pregnant, Spencer! Well, I’m pregnant… but I’ve made you a dad! 9 weeks - the last time…” you trailed off, blinking back tears.

“You were right, sweetheart. Like always. I’m- I’m so sorry, that it happened too late. But, well, it’s okay, right? Now I’ll always have a piece of you with me. I love you, Spencer Reid.”

You can’t stop the tears from streaming down your face now, but you continue to say every thought that’s been in your head since you got the news as you wait for his response.

A response you know you’ll never get.

“Third, third choice”

The hospital room around you is almost overwhelming in its starkness. It feels like someone figured out how you feel inside, and threw it over the room.

Empty.

Nothing is on the walls, no artwork or color, the door is closed and blinds pulled shut. The only noise is the machine tracking your vitals and the sound of your own thoughts.

“Third, third, third”

It’s the only word repeating through your mind as you stare down at your shaking hands. You turn them into fists, fighting against the shaking, determined to control your reactions. When the door to your hospital room opens, you don’t look up, continuing to look at your clenched fists instead.

You don’t react when someone sits down next to you, and you don’t flinch when two large hands encase your fists, and you watch the veins in the back of Spencer’s hands flex as he slowly straightens your hands, holding them in his own, rubbing his thumbs across the back of your hands.

“I’m sorry” Spencer whispers next to you, wishing you would turn your face to view him, to view the sincerity in his eyes. Instead, you slip your hands from his, placing them neatly on your lap again, not letting yourself clench them this time.

Spencer watches as you have trouble swallowing and notices you clench your jaw before wincing.

“Can I, can I get you some water”?

You close your eyes momentarily before giving him a short nod, and Spencer rushes to fill a cup, his hands just barely shaking as he brings a cup over and presses a straw to your lips. You sip slowly, then murmur your first words since the blast that landed you in the hospital.

“Thank you”.

Spencer lets out a small sigh that you spoke to him at all, whispering back to acknowledge your words. He sits once more and clears his throat.

“Pl-please look at me”.

He watches as your hands momentarily tighten, before you relax them again, and you turn your head to face him. Spencer feels his heart as it breaks at the look in your eyes, at the absolute emptiness radiating out from your expression. Your mind replays the only words that seem to matter.

“Third place, third choice, third”

He reaches for you again,

“I’m here. I- I’m sorry. Please, let’s talk”.

“There’s nothing to talk about Spencer. You made a choice and I’m, I’m fine. I’ll be out before the weekend and the burns will heal eventually. There’s nothing else to say”.

“Baby- that’s- I didn’t choose”. He sputters.

You cut him off, your voice remaining monotone.

“You’re right. You didn’t make a conscious choice. You acted on instinct alone and that’s… That’s all there is”.

You meet his eyes briefly before turning your head back to stare down at your lap and Spencer starts to panic. He thought you’d yell at him, that you’d get angry or cry. This, this complete lack of reaction is unnerving and he doesn’t know what to do.

Meanwhile, your mind is replaying every moment of the last 24 hours, still focusing on that one word.

“Third”

The unsub had been easier to track than most, but it didn’t make his kills less deadly. He had profiled as a mission-oriented bomber, and cared more about targeting multiple places at once than making one large statement. There was overkill at each scene, but it was if he had waited to hurt the least amount of people possible, which didn’t fit with the rest of his profile, until the team figured out that he was targeting specific people and wanted to limit the collateral damage.

That had led to four of you, plus SWAT, surrounding an abandoned cabin in the middle of nowhere. You and Spencer were to go around back while the other two members of your team would head to the front with SWAT leading the charge. Right before you split up though, the unsub had appeared, revealing he’d planted tiny explosives around the cabin. Thankfully, he hadn’t judged the distance correctly, and you were all just outside the necessary perimeter.

It had happened so quickly, no one even had a chance to tell the unsub to give himself up, to try to talk him down, before he set off the detonator. One moment, Spencer had been a single step behind you. The next, you saw him turn and leap backwards, tackling your teammate and shielding her from the brunt of the explosions with his own body.

You’d managed to dive back in time, hitting the ground hard with your hands protecting your head, but you had been one of those hit the hardest. You suffered severe burns, and had multiple lacerations from being hit by shrapnel. Suprisingly, your hearing had barely been damaged, although you had passed out shortly after the blast, face still turned to where Spencer had jumped. When you had come to at the hospital, your mind had replayed every single second, wondering what went wrong, and realized that Spencer had made a split second decision, a choice that was on instinct alone - to try to protect the person he couldn’t live without.

Logic would have dictated it be you. After all, you had been his girlfriend for just over two years. Then, physically, you were in front of him, within arms reach, the closest to the discovered perimeter. And finally, she had been behind a SWAT member, diagonally behind Spencer. He had to physically turn and force himself to leap across the yard to protect her. The easier thing would have been to grab your vest from behind and drop to the ground. Or to simply protect himself, as one would expect.

But it wasn’t logic that ruled Spencer in that moment. And the more you replay it in your mind, the more certain you are of what it means.

You’re taken from your thoughts by Spencer’s hand on your cheek and you allow him to turn your head towards his own. His eyes are glassy and you find yourself wondering why. Without allowing yourself to consider your words, you speak once more.

“Did you know you still say Maeve’s name in your sleep?”

When you first opened your mouth Spencer had felt relief, but your words caused his throat to tighten and he looked at you in confusion.

“What?”

You hummed, but kept facing his direction. The bandages wrapping the burns on your arm itched, and you wanted to scratch but resisted the urge.

“You call out her name. Not every week, but often. Sometimes it’s sad, but other times, well I don’t think it’s a nightmare you’re having”.

“I- I didn’t—”

“The first few times it happened, I was upset. I wondered what I was doing wrong. But… I love you. So, I decided that I could live with being your second choice. I could handle knowing you still loved her, and eventually I even understood.”

Spencer is speechless, his mind is empty of all thoughts except your words as you continue talking softly.

“I could be your consolation prize, because you have always been my first choice for everything. But I can’t be the third choice, Spencer. You don’t have to pretend anymore. I’m sorry.”

“You’re not my third choice” he tries to protest, his heart stuttering. Your vitals haven’t changed at all during the conversation- nothing you’re saying is upsetting you because in your mind, it’s just a fact.

“You don’t have to stay with me. It’s fine.”

“Angel, no, I- you have never been my third choice or my second choice.”

This time you let out a small snort, the first reaction you’ve had since waking. You look at him again and he’s still devastated by your expression, how resigned you look to the idea in your head. He doesn’t know how to convince you, what words to say to fix this.

“I’m sorry, I should have protected you, I should have been the one to get hurt, not you. I’m so sorry”.

You hum noncommittally again and tilt your head as if his statement has confused you.

“You should have protected yourself. I don’t want you to ever get hurt for me. Like I said earlier, I’m fine.”

“Look, I don’t, I don’t know why I did what I did. I wasn’t thinking straight—”

You cut him off and he lets you, even though it’s something you normally don’t do.

“That’s just it, Spencer. You didn’t think. You reacted. Your instincts drove you to protect the person you love the most. The person you can’t live without. And I understand, I do. I know it wasn’t a conscious choice on your part. But it still is telling. And I—”, you stop momentarily and look up towards the ceiling, blinking twice before looking back at him. “I can’t be third. Not after her. I could accept being behind Maeve, I knew ahead of time you loved her, that I wasn’t ever going to be who you truly wanted. But I won’t do this.”

Tears run down Spencer’s face and he tries to touch you. You don’t flinch from him, but you do remove his hands from yours, placing them gently down on the bed.

“You should go. I’m sure you’re tired. It’s fine, I told you. I still love you, Spencer, which is why I’m letting you go. So please, leave”.

He sobs, trying to find the words to explain that it doesn’t mean that, it can’t, he does love you. But… he knows you’re right. He hadn’t had time to think, to make the choice everyone would have expected. What he would have expected himself to choose. He hates himself for hurting you, feels immense guilt at everything you’ve revealed. He doesn’t want to leave you, needs you more than anyone, but he’s not going to force you to let him stay. He can’t blame you or be upset for how you feel, how he made you feel.

Spencer stands, leaning over and giving your forehead a soft kiss. It’s the only time you flinch. He realizes it’s most likely the last time he’ll ever be able to do this, and squeezes his eyes shut to stop more tears from falling. He whispers again,

“I’m so sorry. I do love you. I’ll- I’ll prove it. You’ve never been a replacement or a secondary choice. I’m sorry”.

You wait for him to walk out the door before you let the tears you’ve been holding fall. The mantra in your head keeps ringing, and you force yourself to acknowledge his parting words aren’t true. He feels guilty right now because of the physical wounds, even though you would rather have those than the pain ripping through your soul. He can’t take back his actions, and in a way you’re grateful they happened now. It doesn’t change the words running through you on repeat or the devastation you feel at being alone.

Spencer had been watching porn. And not any porn, but kinky amateur porn.

You hadn’t meant to disturb him, to barge in on him in a private moment. He’d given you a key to his apartment after an incident where you’d been stuck in his hallway for over an hour, waiting for him to arrive. The metro had been packed and he had missed his usual train, not even able to squeeze on if he wasn’t touch averse to strangers. So, he’d given you a key, saying he didn’t want that to happen again and that he trusted you alone in his safe haven. He’d been awkward doing it, never having given a key to somewhere he lived to anyone. He didn’t tell you that he wondered if there would be a day he didn’t come home to an empty apartment, a day when he came home to you. Instead, he moved that thought back to a new box in the back of his mind, another “do not touch” label where he was shoving his thoughts about you.

You two had scheduled plans after work but your meeting let out early. He had texted you to come over as soon as you were done, had said he wanted to ask you something. It had worried you slightly, afraid he wanted to end the lessons. He still hadn’t gotten naked in front of you, and you had yet to use only your mouth to pleasure him. So when he didn’t answer your knock, or your second knock, you just…unlocked the door.

Only to find him on the couch with ancient headphones connected to his ancient laptop, watching porn as if it was a film in a language he didn’t speak. He wasn’t even touching himself, just watching intently, his brow furrowed and elbows on his knees as he bent towards the small screen in concentration. Briefly, you considered turning around, pretending you hadn’t come in and just banging on the door to get his attention. But the door behind you swung shut, loud enough that Spencer jolted from his bent position, eyes widening as he saw you standing there, still holding the key he’d given you.

At first, neither of you said anything. Spencer might not have been touching himself, but you could see the tent in his pants, could see the way his eyes had been dilated before they had morphed into a look of horror. Now the flush on his face was from embarrassment, not from what he’d been watching while he waited for you.

“My meeting ended early. I- I knocked twice and thought maybe you’d just… I’m so sorry, Spencer”.

You were mortified to intrude on this, which didn’t make sense. Hell, you’d like to make a kinky amateur film with him but walking in on him watching was different. It felt too private for you to intrude on without his invitation. You watched as Spencer continued to stare at you, watched as he swallowed dryly, his tongue darting out to lick his chapped lips.

“I can explain” he finally said.

“You don’t have to - I should have knocked louder. This- this is private for you and I know we’ve done some stuff but I doubt you meant for me to see-”

“It’s for research” Spencer blurted out, interrupting you. At this, your brows furrowed, head tilting to the side.

“Research?”

“Well, uh, yeah…” he trailed off, awkwardly standing by the couch, the laptop still open and playing. He rubbed one large palm across the back of his neck as his eyes pleaded with you to accept his answer.

“Well, what are you researching, Dr. Reid?”

Your use of his title while talking about this went straight to his cock. You’d never called him that when you two were wrapped up in each other and now he found he wanted you to do it again. His breathing had gotten heavy as you stood there, waiting for him to either answer or change the subject. You were more than curious now, but still respected Spencer’s boundaries. When he didn’t reply at all, you walked to him slowly, stopping right in front of him.

“Do you want to tell me about your research, Dr. Reid or should I drop it and you can ask me what you wanted to ask?”

Spencer’s eyes darted between you and laptop, the tips of his ears turning red.

“They’re… they’re related”. He softly replied.

“… so you didn’t invite me here to end the lessons?”

Spencer’s head shot to yours from where he’d been staring, his eyes widening comically large.

“No! Why would you- do you want to stop?” He sputtered out, moving his hands rapidly.

“No, but when someone sends a “we need to talk, I have to ask you something.” text, it generally isn’t good news…”

“Oh. I, I didn’t know that. I just wanted you to come over and I do have something to ask you but, I don’t think it’s a bad thing”.

“Okay….”

Spencer was tongue tied. For once, he had absolutely no words, no information he wanted to share. But his brain hadn’t stopped going, trying to run through every single possible scenario if he opened his mouth to explain.

You watched as Spencer displayed a variety of emotions in moments. You could feel his rising panic, and hated that you caused it. You looked at the laptop, then back at him. You heard yourself speak before you processed your own words,

“Do you want me to watch your… research with you?”

The words stopped Spencer’s mind, his brain focusing on the idea you’d just presented. Hesitantly, he nodded. You nodded back, turning to the door and hanging up your jacket. Once you’d removed your shoes, you walked over to the couch, sitting next to the space Spencer had been in and looking up at him expectantly. He sat down gingerly, pulling the headphone plug from his laptop, and restarting the video that was on the screen.

Immediately, you noticed that the two on the screen resembled the two of you. It started off with a stereotypical plot - the man coming to the door with flowers, and asking the woman who answered the door on a date. She had smiled, inviting him in, pulling him by his tie when he had nodded his consent. It was almost funny to watch, these people were definitely not professionals but so far you had no idea what Spencer could possibly be “researching”. It went the way a typical porno did, kissing, the man pleasing the woman, her using his tie to bind his hands and then her using him as if he was a toy made for her use. It was a bit surprising how long it actually went on. Afterwards, you chanced a glance at Spencer to find him red, staring at you.

“Alright… I give up. I have no idea what you want to ask me… or what you’re researching.”

Spencer half chuckled, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply. He stood, walking to his kitchen and you watched him curiously, tracking his movements with your eyes. He walked back to you, hiding something behind his back. He moved in front of you, then cleared his throat.

“I- I wanted to know if you’d like to go on a date with me”. He spoke the words evenly, as if he’d rehearsed them in front of a mirror, bringing out a bouquet of flowers from behind him. Your favorite flowers.

“Wh-what?” You stuttered. Out of every single thing you thought Spencer would ask you, this was not it. And you had no idea how the hell it related to the porn you two had just watched.

You had reached for the flowers automatically, bringing the delicate blooms up to your nose and inhaling the sweet scent. You had mentioned your favorite flower to Spencer months ago, and he had remembered. No one had ever gotten you an entire bouquet before, and you could hear the blood rushing in your ears as you focused on their coloring.

You looked up at Spencer to find him tapping his finger against his thigh, a sign he was nervous and trying to hide it. You realized you hadn’t answered his question and rushed to do so,

“I’d love to go on a date with you!”

Spencer visibly relaxed, shooting you a shy smile. You sniffed the bouquet again, and softly thanked him before standing, wrapping your arms around him in a hug, careful not to hurt the flowers. You knew you were going to have to find a way to preserve them. He hugged you back tightly, resting his cheek on top of your head before pulling away.

“Do you have something I can keep these in until I leave? I don’t want to damage them.” You asked.

Spencer took your hand in his, leading you back to the kitchen where he had stored the flowers beforehand. When you were empty handed you turned to him, placing your palm on his cheek and leaning up to his kiss. He smiled into the kiss and you felt your heart beating faster.

“Wait - were you watching porn… to ask me on a date?”

The idea was absurd but unless he wanted to reenact part of the plot, you were clueless. You heard Spencer laugh nervously,

“Uh, kinda. There was more to it and that’s not the only one I watched…”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, now even more curious.

“And what else did you research, Spencer?”

He blushed and turned back to his laptop, bringing it to you and showing you the recently played section. There were more videos there than you anticipated, and each one had one thing in common: They all focused on female pleasure. More specifically, how a man should eat them out. They ranged from amateur videos to Las Vegas style productions. Your mouth dropped open and you felt your panties grow damp. Spencer Reid, who hated anything messy or sticky and who you frankly didn’t expect to ever want to engage in cunnilingus, who had answered yes/maybe? on the list, had watched hours of videos on the subject, because he wanted to research how to please you.

You cleared your own throat this time, wanting nothing more than to force him to his knees and put his research to use but remembering the promise you made yourself to take it slow. You two had never discussed why you were teaching Spencer - was he interested in you or were these just lessons so he’d know what to do with the next person? The idea of a next person caused your stomach to tie itself up in knots. While you consistently encouraged Spencer to tell you how he felt, to discuss his thoughts and emotions, you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to discuss the emotional reasoning behind what you two were doing. Yes, he had said he found you attractive, he definitely enjoyed what you two had done so far, but did he want more? Did he ask you on a date to go with the person teaching him about intimacy or did he want to go on a date with you?

You took a deep breath, knowing you couldn’t go through all the questions racing in your mind in front of him, needing to organize your thoughts before you spoke, not wanting to mess anything up because while you had started this to help out your cute friend, you were falling hard and fast. Spencer had remained quiet as you looked at the various videos, opening them at random but only letting a few seconds play out, barely even paying attention to the screen.

“Focus, self”, you thought. You looked up at Spencer again and smirked at him.

“And why would you want to research this, Dr. Reid?”

You handed him back his computer, surprised it still worked with how ancient it already was. He closed out of his tabs and shut the thing, before twisting his cardigan in between his fingers.

“I want to make you feel good. I’ve been having these dreams - and I don’t want to let you down. And… I wanted to see how to last longer”. His voice was soft, barely audible by the end and he’d gone back to avoiding eye contact. Your heart swelled at his words, needing to reassure him that he would never let you down. Not for anything like this.

You took his hands in your own, thumbs gently moving over the veins found on the back of his hands. Walking backwards you pulled him to the couch, sitting and patting your lap, indicating he should lay down and use your thighs as a pillow. His eyes lit up, eagerly obeying and you loved how he nestled into you, content to be close. Spencer wasn’t exactly a germaphobe but he didn’t let most people touch him, hated when anyone but you messed with his hair. He was starved for physical touch and he didn’t even realize it, didn’t seem to realize how often he sought out your touch but avoided everyone else’s. Your hands went to his head, gently massaging and scratching his scalp while playing with the soft strands. He hadn’t put product in today, the normally slicked back strands falling where they pleased, curling ever so slightly. He let out a tiny whimper when you tugged on some strands, and you made a note to do that in the future. He moaned softly, cheeks flushing baby pink when you applied more pressure, his eyes closing as his long lashes tickled him.

“Spencer, you aren’t ever gonna let me down, honey. It doesn’t matter if you don’t get something like this right on the first try, or the second, or any other time. And it’s okay if we try something and you hate it or dislike it or just don’t want to do it again. I, I more than appreciate how much you wanna please me. But I don’t want you to pressure yourself or feel like you have to live up to a specific standard. You’re doing everything right, we’ve got all the time you need, honey. I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

Your said the words so gently, taking care to continue playing with his hair, making sure your tone conveyed the level of sincerity it needed, that Spencer would understand he didn’t have to prove himself to you. He looked at you, biting his lower lip before speaking as softly as you had.

“Everything you do to me feels good. I just want to return the favor. And there’s not exactly research papers written on the best ways to please a woman… and in a way, porn is peer reviewed so I just… started watching to see if I could get some tips. Plus, I’m worried about… ending too soon. I want to be good for you”.

He whispered the last line, closing his eyes again to avoid seeing your expression. The sentence stirred something in you though, the thought of calling him your good boy when he was between your thighs flashed in your mind.

You tugged on the strands of hair near the bottom his neck more roughly, causing Spencer to bite his tongue to try to avoid making noise, a low whimper still managing to escape. His eyes had shot open, not used to you tugging his hair.

“You wanna be my good boy, Spencer?” You purred.

You saw him bite the inside of his cheek as he nodded, flushing once more. You fought a smirk, managing to grin down at him instead as one hand trailed up and down his arm, your fingertips just barely touching him.

“Then I know just what you need to do”.

“What’s that?” Spencer asked, voice curious.

“Plan a good date for us and I’ll reward you for being a good boy. Normally, I wouldn’t kiss on a first date but for you, I’ll make an exception and plan something extra special for you. How’s that sound, honey?”

Spencer swallowed, his brain flooding ideas of what you could do, logically knowing it would be something to do with the porn he had been watching, but knowing you’d somehow put a twist on it. He had already wanted to take you on an unforgettable date, but this incentive gave him the determination to go the extra step.

“Yes m-ma’am”.

“A good date doesn’t have to be expensive or extravagant, okay honey? I want a special Dr. Spencer Reid date, something you want to experience with me.”

He gave you a shy smile in response, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

You remembered his other concern and didn’t hide your smirk this time,

“As for your other concern, however long you last is long enough. I’m not going to be mad or upset with you. Besides, you’re capable of finishing more than once in a night, remember?”

His eyes widened, blinking up at you.

“But, you have to take breaks for that and it can’t be fun for you to just… wait for me to get an erection again.”

Spencer was a genius but you forgot how innocent he could be. The man could give you a list of the most absurd kinks in alphabetical order but didn’t know about more of the basic ones - like overstimulation.

You gave a light laugh. “Not entirely true. We can keep going, but you’d be highly sensitive and it’s something that’s part pain, part pleasure for a little bit before the pleasure overwhelms. But we wouldn’t do that if you didn’t want to, I’d be perfectly fine waiting however long you needed, okay?”

He nodded, digesting the information and you two gradually changed the subject, ending it with him asking you to lay on the couch so he could lay himself between your legs, resting his head on your chest while you two watched TV. There was kissing, and cuddling, but nothing went further, Spencer’s mind on planning the perfect date.

He spent two entire weeks planning, praying to whatever deity would listen to not be called in for a case the entire weekend. He had focused on your words - something he wanted to do with you- a Spencer Reid date. The problem was he had never taken anyone on a date. The one he had tried to have with JJ had been a disaster and he hadn’t been comfortable in that environment. While he knew you thought it was ridiculous, the porn had been partially research - at least it gave him a starting point. He’d also read through multiple classic romance novels before he finally decided on what to do. Truthfully, none of his “research” had helped, except maybe showing him what not to do.

He asked you to dress nicely, but still comfortably, and said he’d pick you up at 7 sharp. You had been curious, knowing Spencer hated driving and also wondering what he’d planned. He had said to not eat beforehand but besides the dress code, he hadn’t given you any clues. You bought an outfit for the occasion, wearing primarily purple, his favorite color, and decided to surprise him with your own pair of black converse instead of forcing yourself into heels. He would also be surprised with the matching lingerie set you had on underneath, but only if he was good, of course.

Right at 7, you heard a sharp rap on your door, opening to see Spencer standing there with a paper bouquet.

“They’re pages from your favorite book. Well, I printed the pages because I didn’t want to destroy a book of course, and then I learned origami and it’s really fascinating-”

He cut himself off, looking down at the ground momentarily before looking back up to see you smiling at him. He noticed your appearance then, exhaling loudly.

“You’re beautiful” he whispered.

You reached out, taking the delicately crafted bouquet, already knowing that no matter what you two did after this, it was sure to be the best date of your life.

“Thank you. You look very nice as well.” you replied to him.

You invited Spencer in, grabbing a vase sans water to display the bouquet before turning to grab your bag. Spencer held out his arm for you to take, leading you to his old Volkswagen car. He opened your door, helping you in before walking to the other side. He was calmer than you expected and it was a change that you were the nervous one this time.

Classical music was playing as he drove you into the city, and he hesitantly reached over, taking your hand in his own. The action settled your nerves and you turned to look at his profile,

“Tell me all about the origami.”

Spencer lit up, smiling broadly and begin telling you everything he’d learned. The conversation lasted until you two arrived outside a building you didn’t recognize. Spencer parked, getting out of the car and opening your door once more. He finally noticed your Converse, putting his foot next to your own. The smile he gave you spread across his whole face and you returned it with your own.

It appeared you two were at a small bookstore, but it looked closed. Quietly, you waited, watching as Spencer produced a key from his pocket, opening the closed bookstore. He held the door for you once again and you walked in, waiting for him just inside the store. Spencer led you up a staircase to the left of the entrance, rotating on the dimming light switch to reveal a scene straight from a fairytale.

You felt like crying, bringing a hand to cover your open mouth. Spencer had apparently brought over his record player, Sam Cook playing in the background. A small round table with a crisp white table cloth had been set for two, a covered picnic basket sitting between two chairs. Books surrounded the entire area, a small loveseat near an unlit fire place, with a worn rug covering the ground. You looked back over at him to see him standing, tapping his fingers along his thigh, just barely rocking from one foot to the next. You approached him on silent feet,

“This is… incredible, Spencer”.

He let out the breath he’d been holding. Guiding you to the table and pulling out your chair. Then he unloaded the picnic basket and you laughed at the assortment of foods he had spread around. It was the opposite of fancy or extravagant- every type of food you two normally ate while watching TV - from Indian to Chinese to slices of greasy pizza. It was like he couldn’t decide so he bought some of everything. Once everything was unloaded he sat, looking at you eagerly. Suddenly he stood back up, rushing over to the corner and returning with a chilled glass bottle of sparkling juice. He held it out to you as if he was a waiter, and you let out a laugh before picking up the glass flute, holding it for him to fill. Spencer struggled to uncork the juice, flushing lightly and you giggled once more. You clapped when he got it open, and he stuck his tongue out at you.

He filled your glass and then his own, and you held it up to cheers with him.

“To you, Spencer Reid. And the start of what I can already say is the best date.”

Spencer clinked your glass and spoke himself,

“To you. For everything you are.”

You smiled at him, and the two of you started eating, talking about everything and nothing at all. When you were done, Spencer stood, offering you his hand. You took it, letting him lead you over to the love seat. You let him light the fireplace, surprised he knew how to get it going. He then walked back over and cuddled into you on the loveseat, sitting closer than he normally would.

“How am I doing so far?” He whispered in your ear, his voice steady.

You hummed at him, turning your head to give him a sweet kiss as your answer. You felt him smile into the kiss as you wrapped your hands in his hair. Deciding to test the theory you had when you two talked about the date, you tugged his hair suddenly, swallowing the whine he let out.

“Mmm, I’d say you’re on your way to being very good, Dr. Reid”.

“Well, I’ve got something else planned, actually a, uh, a couple of options”.

“Yeah? Hit me with em, Doc”.

“We can stay here and read together, I- I know the owner so they let me set this up tonight. We can go get ice cream for dessert, take a walk in the park together, or I can take you home”.

“Mmm, how about you read to me for a little bit? I like listening to your voice. I’m skipping the ice cream - you stuffed me full!” You said with a laugh.

Spencer blushed red, stuttering before he managed to get out what he was trying to say,

“That’s fine. I- I was hoping you’d consent to being dessert tonight anyway”.

You threw your head back laughing, remembering that specific line from the porn you two had watched together, unable to fully believe that Spencer Reid had just said that out loud.

“Read something out loud and we can talk about that later, Casanova.”

Spencer gave a broad grin, picking a book of poetry and began to read aloud. You leaned into him, just listening to the sound of his voice. You tried to never interrupt Spencer would he talked, even if he was talking about something you would never understand. You loved the amount of knowledge he had, how excited he would get to share that knowledge with someone. You watched him, the firelight casting him in a warm glow as his long fingers wrapped around the ancient text. You could listen to him talk forever. You waited for him to finish the poem he was reading and when he looked up at you to find you staring, you spoke softly.

“Why did you ask me on this date, Spencer?”

You were afraid of the answer, but you couldn’t stop yourself from asking. Spencer looked confused, cocking his head at you like a puppy.

You were brave. You could do this. It was Spencer for crying out loud.

“Did you ask me… because you wanted to learn about dates… or because you wanted to take me on a date?”

Spencer seemed to understand now and his eyes softened.

“Both, really. I… I asked you to teach me because I trust you, but also because… you’re you. You know?”

You slowly nodded. You still had questions, wanted to know how serious this could get, but you leaned into Spencer instead, kissing him and whispering against his lips,

“Take me home, Dr. Reid”.

You helped Spencer gather the remaining food and his record player, loading up his car. He locked the door, and opened your car door. Before he shut it though, he asked,

“Do you- do you mean your home or my home?”

“Yours”.

It didn’t take long to get there, helping carry all his supplies up to apartment 23. You insisted on helping him put the food away, and in a surprising act, Spencer turned the record player back on. You approached him, removing your converse,

“Dance with me, please?”

“I don’t know how to dance”

“Then it’s another lesson”.

Spencer smiled and pulled you into him, letting you arrange his hands around you. Slowly, he spun you around his living room. By the end of the song, you had cuddled close to him, your head resting on his chest. When the record player stopped playing, you looked up at him, seeing him smile that soft smile only you got to see.

“You’ve been very good, Dr. Reid. And I believe I promised you a reward”

“Can my reward be you?”

“I’m already yours”. You told him, knowing he wouldn’t realize the entire truth of that statement.

“I want to taste you” he whispered in your ear. Your breath hitched, the dreams you’d had for the last few weeks coming to the forefront of your mind.

“Will I be allowed to return the favor?”

Spencer didn’t reply, just bringing his hands to hold your face and kissing you intensely.

“Please” he pleaded and you nodded, letting him kiss down your neck as he moved you towards his bedroom. He moved to sit you on his bed but you stopped him.

“Help me take this off?”

He reached for your carefully planned outfit, peeling it off your body and he stopped breathing when he saw what you were wearing underneath. Delicate lilac lace covered your chest, cupping your breasts and pushing them just slightly together. You were watching a matching set of panties, and he could see a darkened patch on the fabric. If he hadn’t been hard before, he definitely was now, his cock twitching in his pants. He wanted to bury his head between your breasts before burying himself between your thighs. He had tried to be confident all evening, tried to get out of his head. He could tell you’d enjoyed his surprise, and he definitely liked the surprise he was seeing now. But this part…

You could see the appreciation on Spencer’s face, until it turned to apprehension. His hands lightly rested on your waist, his thumb rubbing circles on the exposed skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, looking up at him. He bent, kissing you deeply. Slowly, you moved his hands from your waist to your chest and he groaned.

He kissed down your neck, comfortable with this part of intimacy now. He loved the feeling of your skin under his lips, sucking on your pulse point, confident now in how to leave a mark. The soft sighs you were making egging him on. He sucked along the swell of your breast, nibbling on your hardened nipple through the lace. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to take the fabric off or enjoy the sight of you in it longer. You made the decision for him,

“Take it off, please”.

He chuckled, reaching a hand to unclasp your bra but kept his mouth on your skin. With the fabric gone, he sucked the now bare nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue against the bud. He used his hand on your other breast, pinching your nipple between two fingers and twisting lightly. The moan you let out went straight to his cock. He maneuvered you to the bed, only letting go so you could climb up and rest on the pillows. His fingers danced along the hem of your panties and you lifted your hips, silently telling him he could remove them.

He pulled them down while staring at you,

“You’re exquisite”. He whispered, still meeting your eyes.

You blushed at the sincerity of his voice and resisted the urge to cover yourself, instead spreading your legs to invite him to do whatever it was he wanted. He gulped, before leaning over you to kiss you and then he moved down your body, lying on his stomach with his face between your thighs. His hands rested on your inner thighs and he looked up at you, biting his lower lip. You moved a hand to cup his cheek,

“We don’t have to do this honey”

“I want to. I really want to. I just… want it to be good”.

“Do what feels right to you. I’ll let you know if I don’t like something, okay? And remember, we can stop whenever you want. If you don’t like this, you can tell me.”

He shakily nodded and bent his head to kiss your thighs, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses to your wet cunt. You heard him inhale, then groan, watching as his eyes fluttered shut. He shuffled along the bed, bringing himself closer to you and you felt him lightly lick a strip up through your folds.

He whined, raising his head to meet your eyes. He had a desperate look on his face, his pupils blown wild.

“You taste amazing” was all he said before he dove back in.

Every single research technique he’d looked up, every idea he had gotten from the many hours of watching porn disappeared from his head. The only thought Spencer could think was that he needed more. He dove into your cunt, using the flat of his tongue to part your folds and diving straight into your entrance. He heard you cry out his name, felt your hands wrap in his hair, as he tongue fucked you, lapping at your core. He moved his mouth up to your clit and circled it with his tongue before sucking it harshly. You tugged his hair and he moaned against you, and decided to repeat the action.

It didn’t take him long to find a rhythm that pleased you both, and he learned from the way your hands moved in his hair, the way your breathing would stutter, what you liked best. His lower jaw was covered in your wetness and he didn’t care in the slightest, could only think that he wanted more.

You couldn’t believe what was happening. After that first tentative lick, it was as if the shy man before you had been possessed. He was everywhere, licking up your slit, lightly biting at your labia, sucking on your clit while thrusting his tongue against the bundle of nerves. He kept changing his pace and pressure, unintentionally edging you. His moans sent vibrations through your core and the moment he remembered he could use his fingers in conjunction with his mouth, it was over. Your hands tightened in his hair,

“Sp-Spencer yes oh my go- yes please don’t stop, gonna make me cum, yes baby please” you begged as his eyes finally raised to meet yours. He had two long fingers thrusting into you, curling them up to hit the spongy button inside while he sucked your clit, the tip of his tongue circling the bundle in a teasing manner.

You knew your orgasm was fast approaching. Spencer saw you throw your head back against the pillows, chest heaving and when you bucked your hips he instinctually used an arm to pin you down. He continued thrusting his fingers but broke away long enough to tell you he wanted you to orgasm on his face before he was back to what he’d been doing.

Your thighs tightened around his head and he could tell you were almost there. He made sure he could see you, as he gave one hard suck and watched you fall apart. He lapped up every bit of your release, and didn’t stop until you were pulling his head away. He whined when you did so, begging you.

“Please - one more- wanna, wanna be good for you, let me make you feel good, please”

Your chest was heaving as one of the best orgasms of your life faded away. Spencer was pouting at you, his large eyes glassy.

“Take, take off your shirt, Spencer. And the pants. Wanna feel your skin, please”

“Then I can do more?” He asked, already standing to obey, his fingers fumbling with all the buttons. He was glad you hadn’t asked him to strip completely, although he wasn’t positive he would have told you no. His cock was throbbing, begging for friction in his boxers and he was glad to rid himself from the tight confines of his pants.

You used the moment to catch your breath and when Spencer had stripped to his boxers, and mismatched socks, you pulled him to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips. You felt his cock through his clothing against your stomach and groaned, wishing you two were ready for that step. Instead you answered him,

“Yes”.

He beamed, nodding quickly.

“Yes, yes ma’am, thank you”

He pecked your lips once more then dove back in. His tongue immediately found your entrance, and his fingers found your swollen clit. You moaned his name, tugging his head further into you. You knew that Spencer was an excellent speaker but you had no idea he was going to be like this. You were dripping wet, and you couldn’t tell if it was his saliva or just how turned on you were but you didn’t care. Your second orgasm was building embarrassingly fast, as you rocked your hips against Spencer’s face. He picked up his pace, whimpering against you as he humped into the mattress below. His cock was so hard it hurt but he didn’t want to break away from your sweet pussy to do anything about it. He craved your release, needed it more than he needed air.

You were struggling not to scream, not to moan so loudly his elderly neighbors would hear. You settled for chanting his name, one hand leaving his hair to grasp the bed sheet beneath you. He didn’t stop this time, knew now when you were right on the edge, and he kept up the steady pressure until you were falling, your back arching as your second orgasm, somehow stronger than the first, swept through you. The way you sounded caused Spencer to tense himself, as he came in his boxers without you even touching him. He moaned into you, the vibrations causing little after shocks to move through your sensitive body. You were the one who whimpered and he finally pulled away. You hadn’t realized that he’d came just from eating you out and rubbing against the bed, too focused on learning how to breathe normally again. You looked at the man still between your legs in amazement.

“That- that can’t have been your first time” you said between breaths.

He laughed, struggling to control his breathing as well.

“So… I did alright?”

“Better than alright. So good. I - I can’t move, wow”.

Spencer stood, intent on getting something to clean up with and you gasped. He saw your eyes zoom in on the wet spot his own release had caused. Instead of getting embarrassed though, he shrugged his shoulders, looking at you lying naked in his bed. He was almost cocky sounding as he came back from his bathroom with a towel and a shirt for you,

“I told you - you taste amazing”.

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Spencer had experienced a rough few months. You two had celebrated an entire year of lessons - although with your schedules, there hadn’t been as many lessons as either of you wanted. He had discovered one of his favorite things in the world was eating you out, and he loved when you let him orgasm over you. He never thought it would be something he would enjoy, but seeing his release over your skin felt like a claim, like you were really his. It was a thought he tried not to dwell on, afraid to bring it up to you. He didn’t do it very often, only if you suggested it, and he loved getting to clean you up afterwards, getting to be the one who held you close.

Before you two could move on to the next step though, Spencer and Emily had been held hostage at a compound in Colorado, and then he had watched Emily be beaten so he wouldn’t have to be. The guilt he felt had caused him to have even more nightmares than normal and then, when he was finally getting over what had happened, a case took him back to Vegas and to confront his father. He’d called you every night during that case, struggling not to cry on the phone. He’d told you about his father and how angry he was, how the nightmares about the things he had seen had changed to nightmares of the child behind the dryer, with his father as the murderer. You offered to fly to Vegas, but he declined. He said he’d love to show you around his hometown one day, but not anywhere his father could be.

When he got back, he had gone to the hospital to see JJ and her new son, Henry. The case, seeing his father, being made a godparent unexpectedly, the realization that his friends were having kids and he was still a virgin… it was all too much. He didn’t know what he wanted or needed right then, but he thought if he saw you, it would help. So he had shown up without any warning, knocking on your door and hoping you’d answer. When you did, he felt as if he could finally be himself, and you watched as his shoulders literally sank, as if a weight had been lifted off him.

You hadn’t expected company, and were not exactly dressed for it, but it was Spencer and he’d seen you naked, so you doubted he cared about the tiny tank top that your boobs were spilling out of, or the fact that you weren’t exactly wearing pants. Plus, you knew he had been having a rough time and secretly were glad he was comfortable enough to come to you on his own. You let him into your apartment silently, trying to profile him and see what he needed right then.

He had walked in after giving you a flat line smile, and before you even shut your door, you heard him flop down on your couch. Curiously, you walked over to find him lying face down in the soft cushions. You stared for a moment and when he didn’t move, you sat on the edge of the couch and just starting running your hand up and down his back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him.

He shook his head no, still not looking at you but he hummed when you pet his head. You sighed gently, and then moved to remove his shoes, untying the laces and dropping them carelessly on the floor. You lifted one of his arms and he let you remove his jacket, groaning while you did so. Finally, he moved his head to the side and looked at you. You didn’t recognize his expression so you sat back down, just moving your hand up and down his body until he was ready to talk.

“I still hate him for leaving” he whispered.

You continued stroking his back, and he continued, his voice still soft.

“It wasn’t because of me. He didn’t leave because of me but why… why didn’t he take me with him? Why did he never call or, or try to see me? He was less than 10 miles away. Ten.”

Spencer looked up at you with tear filled eyes and you couldn’t stop yourself, needed to comfort him in whatever way you could, pulling him to move so you could sit with him on top of you. He moved so that he was curled into your side and you wondered how a man just over 6 feet tall could make himself look so small.

“I don’t know, Spencer. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

At this, Spencer turned his head into the crook of your neck and sobbed. He’d cried in front of you before - when he’d been kidnapped, on the phone about his nightmares, after the last hostage situation. But it had never been like this. He completely broke down on you, gripping you tightly as sobs wracked his body. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything except sit beside you and cry. He didn’t want to think anymore, he wanted his brain to turn off.

He had always had trouble making friends due to his intelligence, and then when his father had left, taking the only bit of normalcy with him, the few friends that he had made disappeared as well. Spencer had tried to convince himself back then that it was okay, he still had his mother, and he stepped into the role of parent that she couldn’t fill.

Then, years later, he found Gideon - an actual mentor, the positive male role model he craved only for him to leave the same way his father had - with a letter and nothing more. Some days he felt like the team only tolerated him for his brain. That they didn’t like him, just needed the knowledge he held. They cut off most of his rants, didn’t care about most of his personal interests. What if you were next? Would everyone he cared about keep leaving? The thoughts caused him to hyperventilate, and vaguely he realized he was having a panic attack but he just didn’t care. What was wrong with him that people wouldn’t stay?

The sobs broke your heart and you were at a complete loss on what to do. Part of you wanted to go to Vegas and punch his father, to hurt him in the way he had hurt Spencer. The other part of you wanted to hug Spencer until the broken pieces healed back together. You could do neither, and had to settle for holding him as he fell apart. When you heard him struggling to breathe though, worry forced you into action. You moved away from him, kneeling on the floor but keeping his hands in your own.

“Spencer - Spencer, look at me, look at me honey”.

His teary eyes met yours but they seemed to look straight through you, not seeing.

“Spencer, I need you to breathe with me, honey, come on, come back to me. Listen to my voice, I’m here. Deep breath, just like what I’m doing.”

You coached him, and he heard your words, tried to follow your instructions, although he still didn’t appear to see you. You moved one of his hands over your heart, encouraging him to count the beats with you. Slowly, you got his breathing back under control but he was still crying, the tears running down his face.

“What’s wrong with me?” He croaked out in a pitiful whisper.

“Nothing. Not a single thing is wrong with you baby. Why would you think that?” You told him gently.

You were confused, not sure what all was going on in his mind, but knowing this was a long time coming. Spencer didn’t discuss his emotions, didn’t like to “bother people” with them. You had told him from day one he needed to express himself, that he might be a genius but he was still human and it looked like he had finally reached his limit. He held out his arms to you and you climbed back onto the couch, letting him drape his entire body weight over you, holding him as if he was that 10 year old boy who woke up one day and suddenly had to be an adult. He might have been smarter than most adults at that age, but he was still a child, forced to grow up because his father wouldn’t. He shuddered on your lap, burying his head into your chest while his thoughts went wild.

“Honey, tell me what’s in that brain of yours, I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere”.

“What if you’re next? What if you leave me?” His voice broke, another sob wracking through his body.

You grabbed the blanket from the back of your couch and wrapped the two of you up in it. Somehow, Spencer had managed to shrink himself to fit in your lap, your arms cradling him close. Instinctually, you started rocking back and forth, one hand supporting his weight while the other carded through his long hair.

“I’m not leaving you, Spencer. I’m right here. Can you hear my heart beating?”

You waited a beat until he muttered out a small “yes”.

“Focus on that sound, you’re in my heart, I’m not going anywhere. You’ll have to leave me for that to ever change, I promise.”

He looked up at you, his lashes clumped together and red rimmed eyes.

“Pinky promise?”

You smiled at him gently, moving one hand to offer your pinky to him. You had told him that pinky promises were sacred to you as a child, and now as an adult you only offered them when there was absolutely no doubt in you. It had been shocking to you that he’d never done one. With a shaky hand he held out his pinky to you, copying you when you bent your own around him. You kissed where your pinky fingers joined, then kissed his forehead.

“Pinky promise”.

The action calmed him slightly, but he didn’t try to move from his position, just laying his head on top of your chest and closing his eyes. He wasn’t done talking, letting you get a rare glimpse into his mind, explaining how hard it had been to see his father and not fly into a rage. Then to find out he was wrong about his father being a murderer, that the man was protecting his mother, and feeling like he no longer had a justifiable reason to be angry. You had stopped him there, trying to make sure he understood he was allowed to feel whatever emotion he felt - he didn’t need to justify himself. He talked about his childhood, how he didn’t remember much of it before his dad left, his mind blocking out the good memories to protect him. He talked about having friends he played outside with and how they all left when he had to stay home, how he felt like he couldn’t go play when his mother couldn’t even remember to eat or bathe on her own. Your heart broke at the loss of his childhood. His mother couldn’t help herself - mental illness wasn’t something you could pick and choose and schizophrenia was especially difficult to treat and to live with. But his father had choices - he’d just picked the easy way out.

It was rare for Spencer to talk so much about his feelings without being prompted, rare for him to be this vulnerable and honest. He never moved from where you held him, seemed to enjoy the way your body hugged him close, the plushness of your chest under his head, the gentle rocking motion you used while stroking his hair. He realized that he’d never felt as safe as he did when he was with you. Like there wasn’t a reason to hide parts of himself away. He felt himself falling asleep but knew you would be uncomfortable, asked if he could spend the night. You’d tucked him into your bed in an instance, letting him lay on you once more. While he fell asleep, you made plans. You couldn’t change Spencer’s past but you could help him reclaim the childhood he had lost. You could also remind him how wonderful he was and that you weren’t going anywhere. By the time you had fallen asleep, Spencer’s lanky frame still wrapped around your own, you had formed a two part plan.

Thankfully, when you two awoke the next morning, it wasn’t hard to convince Spencer to spend the upcoming Saturday with you. He was concerned when you wouldn’t give him any clues as to what you two were doing - except that he would need to bring a casual outfit that could get dirty and an additional outfit to change into. He was also embarrassed from the night before but when you kissed him and told him you were there for him no matter what, he couldn’t help but melt.

Work dragged by the rest of that week and Spencer crossed his fingers that he could spend the entire Saturday with you, and hopefully Sunday as well. He was done hiding any part of himself from you. He wanted to cuddle you completely bare, to feel your mouth on him and to bury his head in between your thighs, where all his problems seemingly disappeared. He wanted to give you all of himself, and he hoped you would do the same in return. He knew he wanted you for the rest of his life, and for once, he didn’t force the thought into the box at the back of his mind.

On Saturday, you arrived bright and early, carrying his favorite sugar filled coffee and breakfast sandwich. You’d never seen Spencer wearing jeans and a t-shirt before but you found you quite enjoyed the sight. You had smacked his ass playfully on the way to your car, laughing when he yelped. At his quizzical look, you had told him how good his butt looked in those jeans and you’d laughed harder when he flushed bright red and thanked you.

He had packed a second outfit as you instructed, but you wouldn’t tell him anything. You let him play classical music in the car, driving out of the city. Spencer was terrible at waiting for surprises and tried to remember everything that was located in this direction that you could possibly be taking him to and coming up blank. When you pulled over to an empty park, he was even more confused. As you two got out of the car he tilted his head at you, questioning what was going on.

“Stop one. Swing time… race you”. You told him with a smirk, watching as he realized your meaning, laughing as he tried to run after you while still holding his coffee.

“No fair, you cheated”. He told you when he caught up, but he was smiling shyly. You indicated that he needed to sit on the swing and when he looked at it distrustfully, you pulled sanitizing wipes from your pocket and handed them to him. Once the swing was cleaned enough, he sat down and looked at you, as if he didn’t know what to do.

“Now we swing. Maybe go down that huge slide over there. I’m terrible at monkey bars so if you want a chance to beat me after that terrible race…” you trailed off, voice teasing.

Spencer watched as you started swinging, and he let out a small laugh at your obvious joy. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone to a park like this. Finishing his coffee and setting the cup down, he started to swing, just like you. He wouldn’t go down the slide (the amount of pathogens on that thing, he’d said) but he did get further than you on the monkey bars, even though he was so tall he had to cross with his knees bent and crossed behind him. He even let you take a few photos with him and of him, once you promised you’d print copies for both of you. He climbed back into the car, face red from the wind and from running around with you, smiling broadly.

“What’s next?”

“Put on your seatbelt and find out, pretty boy”.

He’d rolled his eyes at you but complied, relaxing in his seat more than he had earlier that morning. He didn’t know what was next, but pulling up to a farm was definitely not what he expected. He turned in the seat to look at you to find you already staring at him, biting your lip.

“I know that farms can be dirty and that’s why I made you bring extra clothing but please, keep an open mind. I’ve got extra strength hand sanitizer for after and every animal here is used to visitors.”

“Animals?” Spencer tilted his head, he knew farms had animals but he still didn’t know why you two were here.

“Oh! We aren’t here for the farming part, although they do have a little museum we can check out about the history of farming, if you want.”

“Then why are we here…?”

“We are going to the petting zoo. I made sure we got here early before others, so we can feed them and pet them and some of the baby cows like hugs”.

Spencer was a little apprehensive. He actually liked animals, for the most part, but he hadn’t been around many. Seeing your hopeful expression made him nod though, and he opened his door without prompting. For you, he was willing to try. He’d just take an incredibly hot shower later.

When you grabbed his hand excitedly, the tips of his ears turned red and he let you drag him along to a stand for animal food. When he tried to get out his wallet, you had laughed at him, producing a receipt for the stall worker showing you’d already paid. With an incredibly large bucket of food in hand, Spencer followed you over to the various animal pens.

First up was a pen of goats and two donkeys. Spencer was hesitant to hand out the food to the goats, as they kept jumping around and pushing into each other. He liked the older, calm donkey though and marveled at how soft its large ears were. You two briefly stopped by the field of sheep, but they had just had lambs and weren’t interested in humans. One brave lamb came over, its experienced mother letting it explore, and Spencer had pet its head before jumping when it baaed at him. You had gotten a photo of the moment and couldn’t wait to see if you captured him petting the lamb calmly or jumping back from it.

Ducks were walking around the entire place and Spencer smiled at them, remembering Gideon and his love of birds. He gave you a few fun facts about the animals as you two walked to the area you were most excited to show him. You briefly stopped at the llama section, but neither you or Spencer got too close - alpacas were nice, llamas? Not so much.

Spencer was enjoying himself more than he expected, the sounds of the various animals ended up being a pleasant background noise. He followed you into the large red barn without hesitation, to be greeted by an old farm dog and three barn kittens. He watched as you picked one up, cuddling it close. He took the camera from you sneakily to snap a photo.

“I’ve always wanted a cat. If I ever leave the FBI, it’s the first thing I’ll do”. You told him with a smile, letting the kitten go back to its siblings. Spencer had never thought about getting a pet before but he thought a cat would be the best option. Although maybe he’d start with a fish.

You watched Spencer closely as you came to the second to last animal exhibit. Cows. Normal dairy cattle and a few highland cows were there, along with baby cows. Spencer grinned at you as you two watched two baby cows playing together, and you watched as Spencer approached the fence, holding out food on his own.

“Did you know that cows have a best friend and science has proven they get lonely when they’re separated?”

Spencer had looked at you in shock, he’d never researched cows before but found maybe he should. The gentle animals had leaned into him, tilting their heads like giant dogs as he scratched behind their ears. He forced himself to ignore the germs they carried, instead focusing on how cute the babies were. He had wanted to be a magician when he was a child, but there had been a brief moment when he’d wanted to be a cowboy. He had never told anyone that, and he found himself wanting to share all the hidden parts of himself with you as he watched you laughing at one of the Highlander cows, who was trying its hardest to get your attention. He was almost sad to leave the cows, but you told him there was only one more animal to see: Horses.

He had grown up in the city, went to college in a city, and lived in a city. He had never been around horses and they scared him more than a cow did. You were bouncing on the balls of your feet, hands behind your back.

“You can say no. But they have horse rides. It’s in the pen only, and the horse is on a lead, so they can’t run away. It’s actually for adults who have never been on horses before. This place runs a camp in the summer for inner city families.” You spoke quickly, words rushing together.

“You… want me to ride a horse?” Spencer’s expression was almost horrified and you struggled to keep your face neutrals

“Yes. We can ride at the same time - two separate horses though, we don’t wanna overload the poor things. So I’d be right there next to you the whole time. But again, you can say no and we can just meet them instead. Or we can watch them from afar and not get close. It’s up to you”.

Spencer thought for a moment before he agreed to meet them. He was willing to try things for you but he wasn’t sure about this. Then he met the old mare, her golden eyes shining. He didn’t think he’d seen an animal look quite so intelligent before, and he introduced himself to her before realizing he was talking to a horse. You didn’t laugh at him though and the old farmer standing nearby nodded to him, as if to say he was doing the right thing. The horse he had approached was called Buttercup and yours was Westley, apparently after a book called The Princess Bride. You’d looked scandalized that he didn’t know it and he made a note to borrow a copy as soon as possible.

Hesitantly, he agreed to do a single lap around the large ring. The old farmer had him walk beside Buttercup first, telling Spencer all about the horse and its life up to now. Apparently he had raised it from a foal up, and she was the sweetest horse he had. After a walking loop, he was given a box to step up on and he watched you swing your leg over the horses large body. He tried to copy your movements, and he managed to get on top of Buttercup, although a bit clumsily. You had handed the camera to the farmer and he snapped a photo of the two of you atop the horses. When you clicked your tongue, they started walking and Spencer gripped the saddle horn. Riding on top of a moving horse was strange and he hadn’t realized how high up he’d be. He looked up in panic to find you looking at him, a gentle smile on your face.

“I’m so proud of you for trying this Spencer”.

The words caused a warm glow in his chest and he straightened some, still clutching the reins and saddle but looking around. The sun was high in the sky now, and he had to appreciate the rolling hills surrounding them. He really didn’t spend much time outside, preferring books and chess. Maybe that should change.

When you two were done with the horses, he quietly asked if you could see the cows again before going to the museum and changing. He watched as you hugged one of the dairy cows, and it wrapped its neck around you as if it was hugging you back. He decided to try it as well, hesitantly wrapping his arms around its thick neck. You took more photos, and then you two went into the small museum. Afterwards, the owners let him change in the bathroom. He needed an entire shower, but changing his clothing and getting to wash his hands and face made him feel much better.

Once in the car you told him there were two more stops: Food and an adult surprise. He didn’t know what that meant but trusted you, just nodding and turning the music back on. You let him pick where to eat, the two of you laughing about nothing together. He shyly thanked you for the morning and you had just smiled, holding his hand and having him pose for more photos. You had one picture left on the roll so you told him to get close to you. At the last second, you turned, kissing his cheek and captured a genuine smile from him. You dropped the camera off for the film to be developed before driving to the last place Spencer thought you’d take him - a sex shop.

You were confident as you walked into the store, nodding to the employee behind the register. Spencer trailed after you, not making eye contact with anyone, watching your shoes so he could keep up with you. He almost ran into your back when you stopped and his eyes darted up to see an entire wall filled with toys before he hurriedly lowered them once more.

You touched his chin, causing him to lift his eyes to you.

“Hey, I know this isn’t your scene but I promise that girl behind the register does not care. We could purchase every single thing in this store and she’s going to forget who we were the moment we walk out. If you’re really uncomfortable, we can leave. It’s okay.”

He looked behind him, seeing that the employee was flipping through a magazine, blowing bubble gum. Then he looked back to you, and the wall behind you. His eyes widened - he had no idea what half the items on the shelves even were. He reached out a hand to something, then retracted it, afraid to touch. You had no qualms, grabbing the item and holding it between you two.

“Wh-what is it?”

You were gleeful in your explanation, excited and a little turned on he was willing to even be in here with you.

“This is a pocket pussy. I brought you to the male pleasure side. This one is silicone, and the inside is made to feel like a pussy for when you’re masturbating or getting a handjob. They also make them feel like the inside of the anus, and there are some fandom specific ones we won’t even get into.”

Spencer visibly gulped, staring at the item you were still holding.

“Do you want to pick one out, handsome? They’re pretty easy to keep clean and they apparently feel pretty good. Don’t worry, I’m buying”.

He shook his head, “you don’t need to buy me anything” he squeaked.

“Too bad, you were so good on our trip this morning, you get some rewards. Which one interests you more?”

Seeing the glint in your eyes, Spencer knew you weren’t going to back down. He turned towards the wall and grabbed one that’s coloring was the closest to your own, holding the box protectively. You smiled at him and kissed his cheek, grabbing a basket from the far wall and moving along the shelves. His eyes widened even further at the variety of cock rings, and he winced at the chastity cages, glad that you only picked out a basic ring before moving on. He stopped when you approached the anal section, squirming. You had picked up something and then set it down, grabbing a different version. He approached you quietly and didn’t even have to ask before you explained.

“These are plugs. It’s a smart idea to start small and work your way up”.

“…plugs?”

“Butt plugs. That area doesn’t stretch as easily as a vagina, so if you want to do anything with someone or have them do it to you, you have to prepare the area first so no one gets hurt. We will also need to get water based lube, that’s a necessity - not an option”.

He nodded, listening to your explanation. It made sense, but he’d never considered there would be so many things to buy. You had put two different plugs in the basket, although one was in a large box for some reason, causing him to turn bright red and then you grabbed what looked to be a wand. He shot you a look and his cock twitched at your smirk.

“It’s a prostate massager. See this part here? It’s curved to hit the prostate and it says that it has 8 different vibrations. Sound like something you wanna try, honey?”

Spencer stuttered, unable to form the words before he nodded, embarrassed with the whole situation. You had him pick out what color he wanted, telling him it was a good choice when he picked the lavender one, praising him when he handed it to you. You also grabbed something called a “bullet vibrator” that he didn’t even question before he trailed after you as you walked past lingerie into the female side. His eyes caught on a piece of fabric and he immediately imagined you wearing it. He hurriedly turned his head, hoping you hadn’t noticed his stare. He walked quickly to where you were, confused as to what you were looking at.

“They’re harnesses. You can use them for a variety of things but you said yes to pegging, so I’ll need one eventually. I think I like one I found online more though, so I’m not going to get one here”.

You looked to see Spencer still flushed red, his eyes darting about. You cupped his cheek and kissed him gently.

“See anything you’d want to use on me?”

Spencer felt like his heart was going to explode as he read the various names of products. He picked up another purple item, holding it to you with a shaky hand. It was a clitoral vibrator and you had gotten wet just thinking about him using it on you, wondering if it was possible for him to eat you out with it on. You grabbed some soft purple rope as well and then turned back to the lingerie section.

“I think one of these caught your attention, honey. Do I need to guess or do you want to show me?”

Spencer gulped, pointing out the delicate outfit in front of him. You flipped through the rack to your size and told him to wait right there. You went to the counter as Spencer watched you, confused when you left the basket on the countertop and the employee followed behind you. You grabbed his hand as you passed him and he realized you were leading him to a fitting room. The employee didn’t even look at the two of you as she unlocked the door, before she turned away, still chewing her gum. You left him outside the fitting room door, and he struggled to stand still. Then he heard you tell him to come in. He opened the door to find you in the outfit he’d picked out and his mouth dropped open, all the blood in his head rushing to his cock.

“What do you think, handsome?”

“Uh-ngh” was all that came out of his mouth. He couldn’t form words. You were always beautiful but you looked sexy right now and he really wished you two were alone. He nodded his head vigorously when you asked if he liked it and you’d playfully shoved him out the door so you could change. On the way back to the register you grabbed an unscented bottle of lube, shooting him a wink. The employee didn’t even make eye contact with you two as she checked out your purchases, just bagging everything in a discreet bag and going back to her magazine.

When you got back to the car you pushed Spencer against the door before kissing him hard, pushing your whole body against his. He was still hard from seeing you in the lingerie and you ground against him, swallowing his whine.

“You’ve been so good, Spencer. My good boy. Did you know that good boys get rewarded?”

He whimpered in response, a small plea falling from his lips. You kissed him again and then pulled away, opening his door.

“Soon, honey”.

You drove back to his apartment, a hand lingering on his inner thigh. When you parked he checked to make sure you were staying, and he felt his heart rate increase when you grabbed the discreet bag from the back seat. He led you upstairs to number 23, taking off his shoes and turning to you, curious what else you had planned.

You had set the bag down on the table, turning to him while removing your shirt.

“I need to shower, wanna save water?”

“Um, uh, well- I’ll, I’ll shower afterwards” Spencer got out, his voice high pitched. You giggled softly, kissing him and removing your clothing as you walked to his bathroom. He paced the entire time you were showering, trying to convince himself he should go in and join you. By the time he’d worked up enough nerve, you’d turned off the water and were exiting his bathroom in one of his shirts that you’d stolen and a pair of panties. You had kissed him again and then laid on the bed, so Spencer hurried into the bathroom, eager to get rid of the farm smell that clung to his skin.

When he stepped out, he realized that in his haste, he had forgotten to grab new clothes. He could ask you to bring him some, or for you to close your eyes. Or, he could be brave and walk out to where you were lying in his bed and just kiss you. He gave himself a pep talk in the mirror before deciding he could do the third option.

The bathroom door opened and you were surprised with the amount of steam that escaped. When it cleared though, you saw Spencer completely naked standing before you. He was trying to appear like he wasn’t nervous but you knew this was a huge step for him.

“You’re gorgeous, Spencer” you whispered, getting up on your knees to kiss him sweetly. He whined when you bit his bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth to tease him. Your hands traced down his chest but didn’t drop lower, going back up so your fingertips could circle his nipples and pinch them, causing him to throw his head back with a whine of your name. His cock had hardened completely by the time you laid back down on the bed and gave him a sultry smile, pulling him towards you.

“Come here, let me show you something” you said, encouraging him to climb above you.

He was hesitant, making sure not to let his lower body touch yours, even as his heavy cock swung with his movements. Using the little upper body strength he had, he held himself arms length above you, looking down at your face. He gasped when your hand wrapped around his length, whimpering at your grip. For once, he was the one naked while you were still partially clothed, lying underneath him.

“Look down, Spencer” you encouraged, voice like honey.

He did, his eyes widening at the image of his hard cock gripped in your hand, his balls almost touching you. You gave him a few strokes before letting go of his cock, instead lightly pushing it down to lay atop your bare skin, having pulled your shirt up to underneath your breasts.

“See that? That’s how far your cock is going to go. All the way up here. Gonna fill me up, sweetheart. You’ll be able to push down and feel yourself inside me”.

Spencer let out a whimpered groan, shuddering above you and already imagining the moment you let him enter you. How deep he really would be. He felt as if he couldn’t wait but was still unable to ask to take that next step. He looked up at you, not knowing the words to express his feelings but you simply smiled and cupped his face, cooing at him,

“I know, honey, I know. But you don’t need to worry, you’re my good boy, remember?”

Immediately he nodded to you and when you tilted your head up he bent his down, meeting your lips in a messy kiss. He whispered against your lips,

“I like being your, your good boy”. His cheeks flamed but you found yourself growing wetter, hearing him call himself yours.

“Yeah? Well you are my good boy and good boys get rewarded, so let me reward you, Spencer”.

“Please, please” he begged.

You pulled him down, kissing him hard, hands scratching down his back. You lifted a leg over his narrow hips before flipping him over so that you were on top of him. He let out a puff of air at the movement but seemed to enjoy you being perched on top of him. You removed your shirt, and his eyes zoomed onto your exposed chest.

“Wanna suck them, baby?”

He nodded eagerly, and you straddled him before lowering your chest to his mouth. He greedily sucked on your tits, alternating which one was in his mouth. When he started thrusting his hips into the air you pulled back from him, tutting.

“That won’t do, let me take care of you. Stay still or we’ll have to use that new rope though”.

Spencer whimpered, his cock twitching. He wasn’t sure about being tied up, had been held hostage enough times now to not enjoy it, but the idea of you doing it to him excited him more than he expected. Remembering the newly purchased rope made him think of the other purchases and he wanted to ask if you could show him how they worked. You seemed to read the expression and got off the bed, bringing over the toys you had cleaned while he was in the shower.

“See something you’d like to try, handsome?”

“I- I don’t know”. He whined, pouting at you.

“Alright, honey. Just lay there and let’s find out what you like”.

You selected the vibrator first, turning it on to the lowest setting and trailing it over his body. He whimpered when you placed it on his nipples, shivered when you trailed it up the shaft of his cock. You turned it on to the next setting as you circled the head of his cock and Spencer let out a high pitched moan, slapping a hand over his mouth and grasping the sheets with his other. You pulled the vibrator away from him and then moved his hand down from his face.

“No, Spencer. Want to hear those pretty sounds, honey. Okay?”

He nodded, gripping the sheets tightly as you kneeled over him. You turned the vibrator back on and lightly teased his balls before your mouth wrapped around his cock, tongue circling around the tip, dipping into the slit. Spencer’s hips thrusted automatically and a litany of sounds fell from his lips. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking and bobbing your head up and down. The part of his length you couldn’t fit in your mouth had the vibrator trailing over it. Spencer squirmed under you, finally moving a hand to your head. You looked at him through your eyelashes, watched as he threw his head back, gasping as you tried to deep throat him. He gripped your hair, whining your name. You pulled off his cock with a pop, continuing to stroke him as you moved to find the lube you’d purchased, placing the vibrator right under the head of his cock in the most sensitive spot.

“Can I get you ready to use the wand honey or do you just want my mouth? You’ve been so good, you get whatever you want tonight”.

Spencer barely understood your words, was losing the ability to think with the amount of pleasure coursing through him. Any hesitation he had about using toys was gone - he would go back to that store whenever you wanted and try every single thing you picked up if it was anything like this. He tried to nod to you but you only turned the vibrations up more, tutting at him again,

“Need your words, honey”.

“Y-yes, please, all of it - please, oh god -so close” he whined. The pleasure was so overwhelming it was almost too much, his body unable to decide if he should shy away or thrust into your hand.

“Good boy. We’re gonna use the traffic light system, okay? Green is good, yellow means slow down we need to change something, and red means stop immediately.” You told him while removing the vibrator, needing to be sure he understood the new information.

“Green, yellow, red. Got it. Please don’t stop, please”.

You stroked him faster, and managed to open the lube with one hand, pouring it on your fingers, trying to warm it before you spread it along his hole. Gently, you started circling his entrance, barely applying pressure and were surprised that he didn’t tense at all, his body unconsciously moving back onto you. Taking this as a good sign, you slipped a single finger up to you knuckle into him, waiting before shallowly thrusting in and out. He had tightened around you, not used to the intrusion, but didn’t seem to be in pain. You pushed your whole finger in, curling it until you found the spongy flesh you’d been looking for, noting the angle so you could rub against it. You started the movement slowly, thrusting in and out, pressing against his prostate with more force each time.

“Color, baby?”

“Gr-green, green, green” he mumbled, his eyes clenched shut. Nodding even though he couldn’t see you continued the movement but placed your mouth back on his cock, taking his length down further than before.

Spencer shouted in surprise, and couldn’t stop his body from trembling. It was so much stimulation but he didn’t want you to stop. He started chanting your name and as his thighs tensed, you added a second finger into him, squirting more lube now that you had a free hand. The cold gel surprised him but he moaned at the feeling, knew he was going to explode shortly and only a little sad he wouldn’t get to try the wand.

“Gonna- org- don’t stop, please” his words were incoherent, broken by whines and gasps. You sucked a little harder, focusing on his sensitive tip while continuing the slow thrusts into him when his back arched off the bed. Tears sprung to Spencer’s eyes as he came, your name falling from his lips like a prayer. You swallowed around him, continuing to suck and lick until you were positive his orgasm was finished. You pulled off his cock but licked it from bottom to the top, making sure you didn’t miss a drop of his release. Spencer was flushed everywhere, a thin sheen of sweat coating his chest and tears streaming down his eyes. He was panting and he realized you hadn’t stopped thrusting, whimpering at how sensitive he felt.

“Color, sweetheart?”

“Wh-what?” He gasped out, tightening around your fingers suddenly.

“Do you wanna stop honey or use your new toy?”

He whined again, slightly embarrassed as the sounds he was making but it felt so good, he couldn’t help it.

“I want it” he whispered. You leaned forward, your fingers stilling and pressed kisses to his face, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. As you picked up and wand and coated it in lube, you placed it on his aching hole.

“You’re such a good boy, Spencer. Doing so well for me”.

“Yes-ye, wanna be good”.

Thankful that the wand you chose was slim, you eased it inside him, pushing it in centimeter by centimeter. The intrusion was unfamiliar and larger than your fingers had been but Spencer loved it, wanted more. You tried to calculate the angle the way you had with your fingers, but it took a few shallow thrusts before he let out a surprised groan. The wand was harder than your fingers, and larger, covering his whole prostate. His cock had hardened again, and you wrapped your hand along the base, stroking him in time with your thrusts.

“Mo-“, Spencer cut himself off gasping before he croaked out a tiny “more”. You smirked at him, before you pressed the buttons for the vibrations to start. He had known that it would vibrate but he never could have prepared himself for the sensations he felt. It was a completely different type of pleasure - his nerves were on fire and he let out a low noise, unable to do anything but try to breathe.

You had noticed that his cock had gotten even harder in your hand, and couldn’t deny how unbelievably soaked you were. Spencer was gorgeous, completely splayed out under you, begging you to give him more. You remembered that you were the only person to ever see him like this, the only one to ever give him this type of ecstasy. You increased the pace, turning the vibrations to the middle setting but stopped immediately when Spencer cried out,

“Re-yellow, yellow!”

You didn’t pull the wand out yet but you did turn off the vibrations, your hand stilling on his cock.

“Too much, toomuch” he slurred.

“Do you want to stop, baby?” You questioned worriedly.

Spencer shook his head in a firm no, muttering again “too much” while tears stained his red cheeks.

“Okay, okay. Shhh. Do you want just the wand or just my hand?”

“Wand, please” he whimpered, aching for you to move it again.

You gently started thrusting the wand back into him, not touching his leaking cock.

“So good, so proud of you for telling me what you needed, Spencer. So proud of you, such a good boy” you cooed at him, needing him to know he was right to stop you, to let you know his needs.

He just whined at your words, and he stretched a hand out to you, his lower lip pouting at you. You flipped the vibrations back to low again before taking his hand in your own, letting him squeeze it as the pleasure began to overwhelm him once more.

“Can I turn it up higher, sweetheart?” You questioned, not wanting to go too far.

He let out a loud “mhm” that turned into a moan and you placed the wand on a high setting. You played around with different techniques - thrusting the wand in and out of him, moving it in slow circles, and just holding it against his prostate to vibrate, trying to figure out what he liked best.

Meanwhile, Spencer didn’t know what was happened. He felt like his entire pelvis was tingling, the sensations unlike anything he’d ever experienced. A normal orgasm hit low in his stomach, and then spread downwards but this was spreading out over his whole body. He knew he was close to an edge, but didn’t know what was over it. He tried to tell you but all that came out of his mouth was babbling praise.

You could see how Spencer’s body was tensing. Noted that his toes were starting to curl as his breathing became ragged. You talked to him, praising him and letting him know you were there, that he was safe to let go. Your thumb ran over the back of his hand as he squeezed you. You clicked the vibration up one more notch and that was all it took -

Without having to touch his cock, Spencer came, crying out your name and an extra loud whine. More tears had fallen as he thrust himself back onto the wand, desperate for the pleasure to continue. His orgasm felt like it would never end, the way it spread over his whole body. His vision went white as it finally stopped, and he struggled to remember how to breathe properly. He felt you gently remove the wand from him, whimpering at the empty feeling he now had, and felt the bed shift as you moved closer to his face. You kissed his forehead, whispering you would be right back and he blindly felt around for you, not knowing why you left but unable to open his eyes.

When he felt you start cleaning him up, he relaxed, completely satiated. You asked him a question but his brain was too hazy to process the words, and he mumbled out something you couldn’t understand. Laughing quietly, you managed to grab the covers, pulling the now sleepy man under them and keeping him warm. He turned to face you, blinking slowly until your face came back into focus.

You were lying on your side watching him, grinning at how relaxed he looked. When he finally opened his eyes, you were surprised at the whine he let out. Furrowing your brows your hand cupped his jaw and you asked him what was wrong. He scooted closer to you, sighing when you wrapped an arm around him. His voice barely above a whisper, he murmured into your ear,

“Give me 10 minutes and then let me return the favor. Need to taste you, pretty girl”.

You blushed at the new pet name, and kissed his cheek.

“Take as much time as you need, Spencer. I’m not going anywhere”.

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