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Spencer had his hand over hers on his sternum, the other running lightly over her ample backside under the covers. It all felt so natural, like this was right where he was supposed to be. Such a thought would have been terrifying a few weeks ago and sent him running for the hills. But at the moment, it only served to comfort him. After running for so long, the last week or so of sitting still and breathing in the salt air seemed to heal a part of him. 

The fact that his car was stuck in Rose's shop against his will only forced him to let it happen. 

I wish I could stay like this forever, he found himself thinking. It made his blood run cold. 

Here he was, in one of the most beautiful places on earth with a wild wonderful woman on his chest. Her soft moans and sighs echoed around his skull. The memory of her body pressed against his had burned into his mind forever, her trust in him making everything else fall away. The world was still, his mind was calm, and yet his heart began a panicked thumping. 

He couldn't stay here. Spencer didn't belong anywhere. He'd lost that right the second he picked up that gun the night before his mother died. Even without pulling the trigger, he became a ghost. He'd killed a part of himself that night. 

He actually liked Honey, and it terrified him. While he meant what he'd said to her about intimacy, it wasn't supposed to last and she didn't expect it to. She'd been through enough without becoming romantically entangled with him. Everyone he loved either got killed, died tragically, or somehow became broken beyond repair. 

But she's already broken, that small hopeful spark that lived in the back of his heart whispered. How much more damage could I do? So much more. He knew from experience that you can never break completely, but that doesn't mean there's a point in which it just stops. You just break in different places until you die. 

"What made you finally leave DC?" Honey's voice came. In his mindful terror, he hadn't noticed her wake. Maybe his petrified heart battering his insides pulled her from her slumber. 

Spencer swallowed thickly, but his body couldn't help but hold her a little tighter. "My mom died. She was the only one who needed me."

She kept her head firmly on his chest, almost as if to force herself not to look at him. Her thumb rubbed softly along his chest hair. Whether she was comforting herself or him, Spencer couldn't be sure. 

"Everyone here needs me," she whispered. It broke his heart. She sounded so small, like in one blink she might disappear. 

"I just want you," he offered quietly. "Whatever you want to give."

Honey slowly got up on her elbows to look at him. Her thigh still slung over his hips, and her wild hair glimmered in the firelight as the sun faded. "I don't think I've ever had a choice before."

She was ethereal in the evening glow. Like an angel that came down just to watch him in the darkness. Spencer didn't want to like her, didn't want to touch her again, but he couldn't stop himself. Maybe he didn't want to. He brushed back a stray curl and nodded. 

"Let's make the most of this, then."

She kissed him. Another broken piece of heart muscle glued itself together. Honey pulled herself away and got dressed. The piece broke again as he followed. 

They cleaned up their camp and headed for Thunderbird. It was still early when they got back, maybe five o’clock. The light was brighter here than in the forest, as the trees swallowed the sun in their thickness. Now it bobbed easily above the ocean, steadily making its way under the surface to disappear for the night. 

"A cardinal crashed into my windshield once," Honey said as they broke through the trees that separated the town from the rest of the world. "I thought he might die. Planned a funeral and everything, but he got up and flew away a day later."

She turned to look at him, "What do you think that means?"

Spencer shrugged. He liked the way she asked these types of questions out of nowhere. First about God and the billboards and now this. "I don't know much about them, besides that they're also called Virginia Nightingales."

She smiled at that, "My mom used to say that they were our passed loved ones coming to visit."

Spencer hadn't heard her talk about her mom, but from Rose's words and Honey's own, she'd lost her sister and her father was a bastard. Maybe he didn't want to know more about her family. 

"Maybe what he saw in the reflection was a better life."

She didn't say anything after that. Spencer walked Honey to her door, shoving his hands in his pockets. His sudden anxiety at his feelings toward her eased a bit under the fabric. 

"Dinner later?" Spencer asked hopefully as she went to unlock her door. 

Honey smirked and leaned on a hip, "You spent most of the last day with me, and you still want to see me tonight?"

"If sex is involved, definitely," he replied with a grin. She squinted playfully his way, and he shrugged, "I'm also just gonna get hungry later."

"I'll see you for dinner, then," she replied smoothly, then headed up her stairs without another look back. Spencer couldn't help but wait until she got to the top of the stairs to close the door behind her, eyeing her skirt and thighs in reverence. 

Spencer went into his room, smiling despite himself. He knew he was in trouble with this girl, but he was also leaving in three weeks. Even if he fell for her, he wasn't staying here. Being stuck here was likely the only reason he had the feelings he did. Forced proximity and all that. 

All he wanted to do was plop on the bed and fall asleep for a bit after the long drive, but the blinking of the landline on the nightstand caught his attention. It was an old answering machine with a tape recorder. He clicked the button without much thought and went about getting undressed for a well deserved shower. 

"Hey, Spence," JJ's voice filtered through. She sounded worried, like she always did when she called. Her voice shook, "I had a nightmare that I've had before again. You were seven, and helpless, angry as hell. You balled up your fists and I laughed at your swings…"

There was something about the way she spoke that made him stop in his underwear in the middle of the room. 

"Emily told us what happened. I'm not calling to ask if you're okay, even though all I wanted was to fly down and check on you myself. She says you're okay, that you just want time. I'm going to give you that."

Spencer's jaw trembled at the resignation in her voice, like she'd given up on him or seeing him ever again. He tried to distract himself by grabbing his suitcase and pulling out some pajama pants, but she wasn't done. 

"I thought this whole time that you were just running away. I thought you couldn't handle it, this life or your own… I realized something when I woke up this morning in a cold sweat." Tears came to JJ's voice. She sucked in a wavering breath and let it go. "I'd been staring at this hole in your chest that had been dug there for decades. I know you've always been at war with your bloodstream and the lies the FBI fed you."

Spencer sat down slowly on the bed, listening like his life depended on it. "I thought you'd find some way to fill that hole, or that we were helping you. We weren't. I should have been there when you needed a friend. But I was off on my own, we all were, selfish and stupid…"

Spencer held his breath as tears streamed down his face. Silently, they dripped down his cheeks and landed on his thighs. His heart cracked open. He let it pour out. 

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," JJ pleaded through the crackling speaker. "I can't say it enough. So, if you call me back or let me in… I swear I'll never let you down again. You're my best friend, my brother. I like to think I know the devil you've been fighting with, but I see now that I didn't give you the chance to just tell me about it."

She ended softly, but full of that maternal sisterly ferocity he knew to be true to who she was. "I love you. I'm ready to love you how you deserve. Whether you come back or not, I'm here. I'll always be here."

"Also, not to be nosy, but this nice woman named Mattie May answered when I called," JJ chuckled happily, her usual voice returning. "She said you were on a day trip with a girl named Honey. I'm not gonna tell you to go for it, but I hope you're having fun. I want you to be happy, so I just… I hope you're enjoying yourself."

The line clicked off. Spencer found himself laughing quietly all alone in his dark room. He loved JJ, and the team, he really did. There was just so much history between them all it seemed to do in the last few years was separate them further. 

It was time to open himself up to them again. 

Spencer picked up the phone. He dialed a familiar number, one he'd memorized the first time he saw it. 

"Jareau," JJ's voice came through. Spencer swallowed down the lump in his throat. It took a few moments for him to open his mouth. "Hello?"

"It's me," he managed quietly. He rubbed away his tears as a smile he hadn't felt in a long time creaked open on his weary face. 

"I love you, too."

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"Done what, baby?" you asked lightly, and when you brushed some of his hair behind his ear he whimpered quietly and leaned into your touch. 

His eyes clamped shut as embarrassment ran through him, and he sighed before he squeezed them tighter still. 

"Sex," he muttered, "I've never had sex before."

"That's okay, Spencer," you soothed, rubbing your thumb along his cheekbone and reveling in the way he relaxed. "We don't have to have sex if you're not ready, or ever if you don't want to."

"No!" Spencer said quickly, clutching your waist tighter as if to keep you in place. His sweet eyes went wide and desperate, "I want to. I really want to… I just, I guess…"

You angled him to look up at you and bumped your nose with his, "What? Tell me."

He pouted, his puffy bottom lip sticking out as a heartbreaking shame clouded his gaze, "I don't want to disappoint you."

You chuckled quietly and rested your forehead against his. He smelled of cinnamon and musk, and the sweat on his brow spread against the bridge of your nose. 

"You could never. We can take it slow. It doesn't have to be tonight."

Spencer shifted underneath you, his hard length pressing up against your core, whimpering lightly as he did. You could feel him throbbing beneath you, and you knew he wanted this more than he could really say, so you pulled yourself from his lap and stood. 

He whined, his hands reaching out to pull you back to him, so you simply laced your fingers with his and tugged him to his feet. Leading him into the bedroom, you smiled to yourself. 

When you turned to face him moonlight poured through the windows, washing him in pale gray. He was so beautiful like that, watching you nervously in the darkness, his cheeks highlighted by it and his blush. You pushed back his mussed hair with your fingers, letting them graze over his forehead and along his scalp. 

Pushing up onto your tiptoes, you pressed your lips to his, and he melted right back into you. A soft moan escaped his chest, guttural and relieved as his hands smoothed over your waist. One palm slid under your shirt and pressed against your spine to hold you close, his belt buckle cool as it brushed against your lower belly. 

You let your hands trail down his neck and over his chest, tugging on his tie as your tongue slipped between his lips. He gasped as yours slid against his, his hips bucking forward and his arms tightening around you. Tossing the tie to the ground, you slowly went to work on his buttons and tugged the shirt from his pants.

Spencer’s fingers dug into your skin, his kisses insistent and full of such sweet longing your head swam. This man was so wonderful, so kind and soft, and he had no idea how happy you were to have found him. After ten minutes alone with him you’d wanted to jump his bones… after three dates and countless minutes on the phone outside of them, you wanted to tear him down and make him fall apart.

Your hands pulled from his shirt to grab the hem of your own and tug it off over your head. When you went to kiss him again, his eyes were no longer closed in enjoyment, but staring slack jawed at your exposed breasts. You hadn’t worn a bra, as your date tonight had been a little impromptu.

Spencer had showed up at your place with a handful of flowers and a sheepish grin, leaning against the door frame as you opened it and rubbing his free hand across the back of his neck. 

Feel like a movie night? He’d asked.

Lucky for you, I just bought some popcorn, you’d replied.

He’d spent most of the movie with you lounging in the crook of his arm, one hand on the armrest while the other rubbed his knuckles up and down your side. You couldn’t handle it anymore, and you’d turned to face him. The second his eyes met yours, you dove in for a kiss that led to here, this moment.

You could tell by the way his teeth were abusing his bottom lip that he wanted to touch you, but didn’t quite seem to know how to ask, so you took him by the wrists. His palms were hot as they cupped your breasts, his thumbs seemingly instinctually brushing over your nipples and making you breathe out a sigh of pained relief at his touch. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he marveled, rolling the little buds over and working you over without seeming to realize it. Spencer leaned in and kissed your neck, making you shudder, “You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart.”

You were still holding his wrists, needing to ground yourself to stop from simply floating away under his words and his heat. You squeezed him and kissed his shoulder as he placed a trail of kisses down your neck. 

When it came to having sex, Spencer Reid might be a novice, but when it came to kissing… he was magic. 

"Do you want to do this?" you whispered, and he pulled himself up to look at you. "Tonight, I mean. Do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

Spencer nodded, so you reached out and grabbed his jaw. His hips bucked forward from your tight grip, and you gave him a serious eye and said, "Yes or no, Spencer. I don't want to take your virginity unless you explicitly say you want me to."

Spencer licked his lips and grinned, "I want you to take my virginity, sweetheart. Please."

You softly kissed him through your smile, and when you pulled away to go to the bed he followed closely behind. You pushed at his button up and slipped it from his shoulders, tossing it to the floor, revealing his soft fuzzy chest. 

You couldn't help but run your fingers through his chest hair, leaning in and pressing a firm kiss to his collarbone. Your teeth grazed his skin, a whimper rocketing from his chest as you moved on to his belt buckle. 

Pushing his pants down just enough that his cock sprang free, you cupped his jaw and licked a stripe up the other side of his neck. When he shuddered breathily, your pussy clenched around nothing in excitement. 

He was rock hard under your touch, wrapping your palm around his length and giving him an experimental pump. His hips rocked forward, moaning as he did so, making a tingling electric wave pulse through you. 

Spencer couldn't seem to help himself, and he shoved his pants the rest of the way down and pushed you down onto the bed. He kicked them off and quickly mounted you, pressing his lips to yours and grinding into your hand. 

Beads of precum smeared across your palm as he rutted into you, lips dragging down your cheek and jaw until Spencer latched onto your neck. Your head went fuzzy when his hot tongue laved across your shoulder, leaving a cooling trail of saliva that made you shiver. He panted in your ear, and when you twisted your wrist and spread his slick over his length he whimpered pathetically. 

His hips rolled on instinct, far smoother than you'd expected even in his desperation. His fuzzy chest dragged against your breasts, igniting heat through your nipples and sending a shock straight to your core. 

"Feels so good," he whined, his throbbing cock pulsating in your hand. "So good, better than I dreamed it would be."

You smirked and turned your head to whisper hotly in his ear, "Wait til you feel my pussy, Spencer. I'm so wet, just for you."

Spencer let out a shaky groan and dropped his head into your shoulder, his thrusts speeding up in your hand. You didn't want him to cum too soon and ruin your fun, so you pulled your hand away. 

"No…" he whimpered, body going lax as he collapsed against you in pained exasperation. "Don't stop, sweetheart, please."

You chuckled as you shoved at his shoulders to turn him on his back, and after a moment he did what you wanted. His chest patched red and his lips were swollen as he panted, watching you with that sweet gaze of his. 

You shucked your leggings and underwear, tossing them off the bed before you straddled his hips. When your soaked pussylips rested on his cock, Spencer sucked in a wavering breath, his hands clamping down over your hips in a deathgrip that would surely bruise. 

His biceps trembled as you settled on top of him, grinding back enough to stimulate yourself. You rolled your neck and closed your eyes, sighing contentedly.

"Do you feel how wet I am for you, baby?" you asked quietly. 

Spencer nearly bit through his bottom lip as he nodded. His eyes clouded with lust, excitement and nerves, and he was so pretty you threatened to burst. You smoothed soothing palms over his chest as you lowered yourself down to kiss him. 

Spencer cupped your jaw with one hand, the other clutching your hip as your lips pressed together. He moaned in your mouth, and when you rolled your hips to glide over his throbbing length, he let out a surprised gasp. 

His cock slipped through your folds, drenched between your lips and jerking with every slide. His warmth and the dripping beads of precum left you clenching around nothing, his tip brushing your clit as you ground down on him. 

"Fuck, baby," you moaned, your lips dragging against him as your hips began to twitch. "Want you inside me, Spencer, I need you so much…"

The fuzzy haze of lust filled the room with every groan that echoed between you, and soon enough you had to brace a hand on his chest as your orgasm overtook you. Spencer stiffened as you came over his cock, unsure and surprised, but when your juices soaked and pooled over him he pulled you against his chest and bucked up into you. 

Your thighs trembled around him as you came down, and suddenly you were flipped on your back, Spencer looming above to gaze wondrously into your misty eyes. 

"Did you just cum?" he asked quietly. "Did I make you cum?"

You nodded and let out a shaky breath, "Of course you did."

"Mmm," Spencer groaned. His arms visibly quaked as he shuddered, resting his head between your breasts. He cupped them so they pressed against his cheeks, kissing your skin and whimpering, "Can… can I do it again?"

You chuckled and reached between you to palm his wet cock, pumping him lightly and a thrilling shock going through you when he thrust into your hand. You guided his tip to your swollen lips and patted his hair, "Make me cum again, Spencer, please."

Spencer looked up at you, full of reverence and worship. He was nervous, you could tell, but excited. He kissed your sternum again before sitting up on his knees and gripping the base of his dick. 

Clinging tightly to your hip with his other hand, Spencer brushed the tip of his cock against your pussylips, teeth clamped so tightly on his bottom lip it turned white. You lounged on the bed and watched as he toyed with your opening, mesmerized at the sight of his member pressed up against your cunt. 

"Spencer," you whined, arching your back and pushing your breasts together to entice him. When his gaze met yours, his eyes were wide, cheeks patched pink and nervous as you played with your own nipples. 

"I need you, baby," you told him gently, not wanting to push him but horny beyond belief. You wanted to take this boy's virginity and ruin him for anyone else… and you wanted it now.

Spencer nodded, then looked back between your spread legs. He gave your pussy an experimental slap with his cock, making you grunt in surprise and whimper. Your thumbs tweaked your tits harder, legs spreading further just for him. 

Oh, he had no idea what he did to you. 

He did it again, making your hips jump as a shock of pleasure rocketed through you. Spencer watched you intently as he slid his blunt head between your lips and pressed against your entrance. 

He licked his lips and watched as he penetrated you, pumping achingly slow. His head was hot, blazing and thick as he breached your unstretched hole. You hadn't wanted that much prep, instead wanted to feel him for what he was and impale yourself on his cock. 

When the tip was all the way in, Spencer shuddered and bit the back of his knuckle. His arm shook where he held himself up on your hip, his eyelids hooded as he nearly drooled at the sight of his dick inside you. 

You couldn't help yourself, rocking your hips forward to take more of him, and Spencer's eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. 

"You're so warm," he whimpered, letting out a shaky breath to stabilize himself. He reached down and brushed your exposed clit with his thumb, and when you whimpered and clenched around him his hips bucked forward. 

Spencer pumped his cock with your body, using you as he was focused singularly on the sight of it disappearing inside your hole. He absentmindedly played with your clit, rubbing it in sweet smooth circles coated with your slick. When he sheathed fully inside, his arms buckled and he collapsed onto your chest. 

"So wet, fuck," he gasped between your breasts, replacing your hands with his and pressing his lips to your sternum. "So tight, and hot…"

You smirked even though your body trembled around him. His cock was hot and heavy inside you, stretching your small hole open and leaving you fluttering around his length. Lacing your fingers in his hair, you asked in a devilish voice, "You like the way my pussy feels, baby?"

"Oh God, yes," he whined, rutting into your cervix, but he still didn't pull out. Spencer's lips closed around one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud and making you moan. 

"Spencer, you have to move," you groaned desperately, clinging to his hair for dear life and trying to rock down on him, but his body held you in place. "I need you to fuck me!"

Spencer suckled on your tit instead, grinding his cock into you and moaning wantonly. His fingers tweaked the other one, rolling and squeezing your nipple and making you see stars. It shocked you, how close you already were and this boy hadn't even fucked you yet. 

And then his hips began to move, slow and shuddering as he drooled around you. Spencer pulled from your tit with a wet pop and shoved his face in your neck, burying himself to the hilt in your cunt and making his balls slap against your cheeks. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your feet around him to keep him near. 

"I've thought about this for so long," he muttered longingly against your shoulder. He was so sweet, and you held him tightly to your chest and kissed the top of his head. 

"Better than you imagined?" you asked softly, and he nodded quickly. 

"You're perfect, so fucking perfect sweetheart," Spencer groaned. He pulled out shakily and thrust back in, making you both moan and shudder. "You're all I've ever wanted…"

His admission shocked you, but as he started to thrust repeatedly, gliding through you and your wet pussy, you closed your eyes and let it overtake you. 

Spencer's hips slapped against yours, picking up his pace until he was pounding you into the mattress, moaning into your skin and clinging to you like you were the only thing tethering him to the world. 

"Such good pussy," he whimpered, making your body jiggle and shake. 

The slick sounds of your cunt squelching and clamping down around him filled the room, your cries and moans echoing between your bodies. When you dug your nails into his back, Spencer grunted and thrust so hard into you you could have blacked out. 

"Oh, Spencer," you whined, shaking around his cock, your pussy weeping. You could feel your second orgasm coming, and you wanted him to know just who gave it to you. 

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby!" you cried out, scratching his soft skin and dragging down as he pummeled your cunt with his dick. "Jesus, don't stop, I need this cock! Don't ever stop, please!"

Spencer rolled his hips sharply, and stars exploded across your vision. It hit you in a glowing wave, fire bursting through your veins as your walls clamped down around him. You vaguely registered his own moans as you squirted all over his length, soaking him in your slick. 

You went limp beneath him, and Spencer was suddenly kissing your face all over, pressing his lips to your skin and dragging them along to his next target for his affections. 

"Thank you, thank you, sweetheart," he murmured, but it was quick, desperate even though his hips had slowed. "That was beautiful, you're so fucking perfect."

He glided through you like you were made for his cock. You were held open by his thick throbbing length, your walls molded to his shape. Spencer kissed you on the lips even though your fuzzy brain could hardly do it back. 

"I want you to cum again," he begged, slotting his lips against yours and slipping his tongue between your teeth. He licked the backs of them, groaning into your mouth and fucking you steadily. "I wanna feel that cunt around my dick, sweetheart. Cum again, please!"

"Anything, anything for you," you gasped, nodding frantically. 

You couldn't seem to help yourself, only wanting to give him exactly what he needed, what he wanted, for his first time. You played with your clit, rubbing it furiously as he watched, drunk on your pussy and the sight of you coming undone from him and his touch. 

The coil tightened again, quick and near painful as he thrust into you, leaning back on his knees and holding your hips. Every jiggle of your breasts, your tummy, your thighs, he saw it all and watched in pure bliss. Your fingers swirled your bundle of nerves, sending shocks up your spine and igniting you. 

"C'mon, sweetheart, let me feel you," Spencer asked sweetly again, but it was a demand, an order, and you had to oblige. 

Spencer's brows furrowed together as you began to spasm, your pussy clamping down on his gorgeous cock. Heat rushed over your face and plumed over your chest as Spencer fucked you. 

Without warning, just as everything was about to go blank, Spencer's hands were underneath your knees, pushing your thighs to your chest and opening you up further for him. He flung your legs over his shoulders and leaned over you, plunging deep inside and filling you perfectly and overwhelming. 

"Oh my God!" you cried at the new position. His balls slapped your ass with each sharp thrust accentuated by a primal grunt, and with no ability to stop it, the coil snapped once more.

You creamed all over his cock, squirting your cum and drenching you both. Your back arched violently as you screamed his name, fisting the sheets and turning into a useless ragged doll for him. 

"Fuck, fuck," Spencer panted, using your hips to pull you up as he pounded down into you. 

The sick wet sounds of your cunt sucking in his dick left you shaking, and Spencer's babbling above you was almost too much. 

"I need to… oh god, I'm gonna-," he grunted, his thrusts turning sloppy and uncoordinated. "I need to cum, I gotta cum, can I please cum inside?" 

You were about to tell him, of course, but his desperate whining overtook him, "I wanna cum inside, can I? Can I fill you up, sweetheart? Let me fill your pussy with my cum, please!"

You bit your lip, watching him with watery eyes as he shuddered, bouncing his cock on your cervix and begging for release. You grabbed the back of your knees and spread yourself open, putting yourself on display and squeezing him with your walls. 

"Cum inside me, Spencer," you told him, writhing and wriggling down in time with his thrusts, matching him each time. "Pump me full of cum, please, I want it!"

That seemed to be enough for him, and he collapsed on top of you, burying his face in your neck and rutting into you like a dog in heat. You wrapped your legs around him, fucking back and gripping his hair like the lifeline it was. 

"So good, so tight," Spencer whimpered against you. "Wanna stay here forever, fuck!"

Spencer came with a guttural groan, spurts of his seed filling you as he buried himself deep inside. You milked his cock for all it was worth, your shaky weak orgasm making you shudder. His cum was hot, blazing as it pumped into you in waves, your body opening up to take it all. 

His thrusts eased after a few moments, his bigger frame relaxing in exhaustion on top of you. You both panted, lying sticky with cum and sweat in the sliver of moonlight that poured through the window. 

"Good lord," you sighed, loosening your grip on his locks to pet him appreciatively. 

Spencer moaned happily, molding his body to yours, limp and used. He stayed there like that for a few moments as you breathed one another in and came down from your highs. 

Cautiously, Spencer got to his elbows, and caught your eye. His gaze was watery, red rimmed and nervous. You reached out to cup his jaw as he licked his lips before asking in the smallest voice, “Did you… did you like it?”

“Oh, Spencer,” you breathed, so happy and content you could never explain it. “It was beautiful. You’re amazing.”

“Really?” he pressed, his sweet face scrunching up anxiously. 

You got up enough to kiss him, softly pressing your lips to his and pouring a piece of yourself down his throat. He let out a little groan as he shifted, his soft cock slipping from your sore and aching sex to move and kiss you harder. 

“Ten outta ten, would come again…” you chuckled, holding him close, “and again, and again, and again.”

It took him a moment to get the joke, but when he did he broke out in a grin and blushed furiously. He bit down on his bottom lip to try to stop it but failed miserably, “That’s uh… good to know.”

“What about you?” you asked cheekily, “Was your first time what you expected?”

“No,” he said, and your heart sank in your chest. Spencer kissed you to wipe away the disappointment, grabbing your hand and pulling in between your shaking and sweat-cooled bodies with a grin.

You gasped in surprise at the firming of his dick under your hand, and you looked at him with wide eyes, “You just came, Spencer!”

“Ten outta ten, would come again…” he laughed, making your heart swell and your tired cunt clench in excitement. “Besides, practice makes perfect.”

“Oh, well,” you sputtered, surprised at how quickly he could turn the tables on you. “I guess we better get to it.”

Spencer pressed his lips to your neck and chuckled darkly, “And again, and again, and again.”

CM Forever Tag:

You stamped your hand and headed inside, making a beeline for your room. You were even early so you could get your favorite booth. Dark sultry music played as you waltzed inside and shut the door behind you. 

Guys liked this room because of what it was, an oversized glory hole for them to use. The wall opened just enough for your waist to go through, a soft table on the other side for your chest to lay comfortably on while strange men used you for the night. There was a panel with three buttons on it; one red, one green, one yellow. You always kept it on green, a color system to let the men know they could keep going. So far you hadn't had a problem with anyone. 

The owner told you that a party had booked the room for the entire evening, and your body sizzled with excitement. You loved entertaining whole groups. Instead of the one by one men who came in and out of the room to use you, groups tended to rile one another up, trying to see who could make you cum the most. It was delicious.

Putting your things inside the booth, you stripped down to nothing but a pair of stilettos. With your naked ass bared for any to see as they entered the room, you closed the door around your waist and lay on the cushion in front of you. There was a mirror in front of you so you could see the people who used you. It was optional, but you liked to know everyone who came inside, to burn their faces and the sensations of their cocks in your memory. They couldn’t see you, though, and that was what was the most fun.

There was even a board next to where you lay on display, listing all the things they could do to you in this position. 

The owner always left a bottle of wine for you in the booth, and some lube and toys for the customers on the other side. You poured yourself a glass and waited patiently. People paid for the privilege to come to this club and participate, and anonymity was key. It was exclusive, expensive, and worth every penny.

You were already wet, just thinking of all the ways you would be used tonight, when the door opened behind you. You watched the mirror as the owner stepped in with a welcoming sweep of his hand across the room, “Welcome, gentlemen.”

Your heart nearly leapt through your throat at the group that followed him in. Aaron Hotchner, Luke Alvez, and Spencer Reid stepped through the door and into the lounge. You couldn’t believe it! They said they were going on a guy’s night to a bar, not to a sex club. Was this what they always got up to on their nights out? 

Hotch handed the owner a bill and shook his hand, “We’d like to be left alone for the night.”

“Understood,” he nodded in agreement. He pointed at the lights, “it’s a simple color system. Green means go. Yellow means slow down and pause until the light turns green again. Red means stop, and if it’s pressed someone will come in to check on her.”

He pointed to where your ass stuck out of the hole in the wall, “Ultimately, she’s in charge. Safety is our priority, gentlemen.”

Spencer leaned in with a cocked brow, “Can she even hear us?”

The owner nodded, “And you’ll hear her. She’s a screamer, that one. She’s also the best piece of ass you’ll find this side of the Mississippi.”

“Thanks,” Hotch nodded, quickly ushering him out of the room. He stuffed his wallet in his jacket pocket before shrugging it off. Draping it over one of the lounge chairs, Hotch plopped down in the seat and picked up a cigar waiting for them on the table next to a bottle of wine and some glasses. He lit it as Luke joined him, leaving Spencer watching your ass with wide eyes.

“It’s your birthday present, Reid,” Luke said cheerily, waving a hand toward you as you waited with bated breath and flushed cheeks. “Pick a hole, any hole, my friend.”

Your body couldn’t seem to help itself, your legs spreading wide and your back arching in pained anticipation. Oh, you’d thought about fucking Spencer Reid more than you’d thought about even Luke or Hotch. He’d been your boss long ago that you sinfully wished to screw on his desk, but he left, and when he came back was happy to work under Emily. But Spencer? All you wanted to do was tie him to a bed and fuck him until he was bone dry, pumped full with cum and his moans.

“See?” Hotch told him with a coy smile. “She wants it.” “You don’t know that,” Spencer whispered, but his eyes were transfixed on your slick cunt. 

Luke jerked his jaw toward the wall your ass peeked out of, “Give us a wiggle if you want him, sweetheart.”

You took a steadying breath. Your whole body trembled with excitement. Sure, you’d thought about them all individually… but somehow you hadn’t thought of taking them all at the same time. You truly were living the dream.

You shook your ass tantalizingly, and Spencer’s pupils dilated like saucers. Hotch stood, the cigar dangling out the side of his mouth and nearly making you cum at the sight. He put his hands on Spencer’s shoulders and murmured into his ear. “I told you, everyone who comes here chooses to. Nobody’s getting paid. They pay to live out their fantasies. You told me this was one of yours.”

Hotch took a deep pull off the cigar, blowing out smoke to the side. He handed it to Luke, who took it and set it in the ashtray for him. Hotch’s strong hands squeezed Spencer’s shoulder, and you watched with a dropped jaw as he pressed his lips to Spencer’s neck. 

"There's even a list of things for to do to her," he said, tapping the board with his knuckle. "You get to pick. She gets to take it."

Spencer closed his eyes and sucked in a shaky breath as Hotch smoothed his palms down his sides and slipped off his jacket, handing it back to Luke. He undid Spencer’s tie and let it fall to the floor, then slid his hands over Spencer’s crotch.

“It’s your birthday, Reid,” he murmured as he unzipped Spencer’s slacks. His deft fingers went quickly for his belt, letting it hang open as Spencer’s dick grew hard in his boxers. You nearly bit through your bottom lip as you saw it grow, thick and long… and then Hotch pulled him out of his boxers, dick springing free.

You always knew Spencer was beautiful, inside and out, but oh god was his cock a masterpiece. Hotch ushered him toward you, one of those large hands reaching around and gripping Spencer’s length at the base. He gently pumped him as Spencer stumbled forward. His hands hit the wall around you to brace himself as Hotch lined him up with your already dripping hole. 

“Have some fun. See how wet she is?” Hotch goaded him. He angled Spencer's cock to brush along your folds, so warm and hard against your aching cunt, and you couldn’t help but shudder. “She’s a little whore, waiting for you to use her. She’s just a hole.”

Hotch slapped your ass harshly, making you yelp, and Spencer’s eyes widened as it jiggled in front of him. “Isn’t that right, you little slut?”

That’s exactly what you wanted to hear, to be objectified so you could let go. Hotch pushed Spencer forward, his thick head breaching your hole. You moaned, your eyes rolling back as your walls stretched to accommodate his length. Spencer’s eyes flicked to the wall, goaded on by your sounds. 

"Oh, fuck," Spencer groaned as he inched inside. Your eyes rolled back in your head at his sheer girth. Hotch let him go, and Spencer's hands moved to grip your waist. 

They were strong and firm, wide palms smoothing over the expanse of your backside. He gave you a rough squeeze, then a light slap just to watch you bounce. You didn't even want to hold back your little moans as he rolled his hips to push further inside. 

His cock split you open, stretching you beautifully. You clutched the sides of the table tightly, nearly shredding the cushion as he bottomed out. 

Spencer's voice was strained, but soft as he sweetly asked you, "You're sure you want this?"

"Of course she does, Reid, or she wouldn't be here," Luke told him gently. "Look at her board. She wants to be used and degraded, like the cocksleeve she is."

With gritted teeth you slammed your fist down on the green button, over and over so it shone brightly in their room. Spencer's dick twitched inside you, so sinfully dirty to be fucking your coworker without his knowledge. 

"That's what you want, huh?" Spencer asked softly as he pulled out. You were about to slam that button again when his hands gripped the extra flesh of your hips hard enough to bruise. He shoved his cock back into you harshly, stars rocketing across your vision at the sensation. 

"Oh!" you cried out as he did it again. Soon enough he picked up his pace, railing you roughly into the table. You were sure your stomach would be badly bruised after, and you couldn't wait to see them. "Oh, fuck yes!"

"See?" Hotch cooed, egging Spencer on. "There you go, fuck her like the dirty whore she is."

Spencer seemed to let go then, using you like a sleeve as he rammed into you over and over. Yeah, it hurt, but it also felt so damned good. Your slick dripped down your thighs, his slippery cock holding you wide open for Hotch and Luke to see. 

You whined loudly, yelping each time he hit a deeper spot, one that made you nearly black out. This was so taboo, and Spencer didn't even know just how much. He just thought he was using some random girl in a sex club, but if he knew… maybe they'd all use you at the same time. 

The thought consumed you, and before you knew it, one of the fastest orgasms you'd ever had blasted through your body. Your eyes rolled back, body arching to take even more from his leaking cock. Your walls clamped down around Spencer Reid's dick, body shuddering violently as it took you over. 

"There you go! Look at that drippy pussy," Luke called happily, toasting him with his wine glass. "Fuck that whore, Reid. Use her up."

Spencer panted behind you, his jaw dropped open as he watched his cock disappear and reappear from your stretched hole. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, eyes transfixed on the sight before him. Your body went limp as your orgasm waned, and you watched with bleary eyes as he bit his bottom lip and thrusted deep inside you one last time. 

Cum hit your cervix, sticky and hot and oh so good. Spencer moaned breathily as he emptied himself inside you, shuddering with each thrust until he was spent. 

Hotch stood as he slowed, and when he was done he simply grabbed Spencer by the shoulder and guided him back to the lounge chair. Spencer collapsed into the leather seat, his softening cock glistening in the dim lighting as he caught his breath. 

With that cigar hanging out of his mouth, Hotch unzipped his pants and brushed his thick cock against your folds. They were slick with cum and your own juices, and he let out a soft groan as he grinded against you. 

"Leaky little slut," he murmured, half to himself with glassy eyes. Hotch slapped your ass even harder than before, earning a sharp cry from you. "Let's put this hole to good use."

Stretched and open, he had no problem shoving himself inside. It was strange, as it always was, to have one cock leave you and another enter almost immediately. Hotch was thicker than Spencer, but a little shorter. That familiar burning stretch made you moan deep from your chest.

"You like being used, don't you? What a fucking good for nothing cocksleeve," he said, taking a puff off the cigar. Smoke filled the room, the heady scent of sex and sweat filling up the empty spaces. 

You watched through the mirror as Spencer and Luke watched Hotch. Luke unzipped and pulled himself from his pants, lightly palming his own length as Hotch toyed with your open cunt. His thrusts were shallow, but you knew from experience he was ramping up to something. 

His hand came down so hard on your hip you nearly screeched. Your body shook with the force, but he just laughed cruelly. "Disgusting slut. By the end of the night, you won't be able to walk."

His grip was fierce, fingertips bruising your skin as he stared to fuck you. Hotch was brutal, slamming his hips against the backsides of your thighs and ass roughly. He even pinched and flicked you, grunting deep and grinding hard. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you cried out, tears streaming down your cheeks, but you loved it. He used you like you were nothing, just a toy to be played with. You were sure that if you weren't in the wall, he'd be holding you down by the back of your neck and holding your arms behind your back. "Fuck, daddy!"

It came from nowhere, that word, but it seemed appropriate. Luke let out a moan as he palmed himself, Spencer growing hard again as he watched, transfixed, as Hotch brutalized your cunt. 

"That's right, you little bitch," he grunted, his hips slapping against your skin lewdly in the small room. "Take it like the fucktoy you are!"

Your cries and whines echoed loudly, your dripping pussy soaking down to your ankles. It was so much. The heat, the smoke, the brutal fashion in which he fucked you like a madman. You couldn't help it when another orgasm shattered your mind. 

You squirted over his cock, drenching the front of his pants as you screamed in pleasure. Hotch braced himself against the wall, nearly tearing you in two with each snap of his godly hips. 

Your body shook again as you spotted Spencer fucking his own hand, Luke's jaw dropped down as he watched your juices flow from your split hole. It was perfect, brutal and beautiful in its own way, and the memory was all yours. 

Hotch came with a guttural snarl, slamming his head so deep inside you were sure you split in two. His cum spurted into your womb, filling you and pushing Spencer’s further inside. Tears dripped down your face as you gasped, that full feeling nearly making your belly hurt. 

He took a deep breath before pulling out, and both their cum oozed out of your pussy. It globbed down your thigh, running down until it slipped into your stiletto. You watched hazily as he went and sat down on a chair, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head, looking quite satisfied with his pants hanging open and his cock out. 

Luke slapped his hands together, eagerly jumping from his seat. "Looks like it's my turn! Let's see, let's see…"

He went to the small table with toys and lube, twinkling his fingers above them as he decided which to grab. Your eyes went wide as he picked up a thick dildo with straps and some lube. He twirled it in his hand at the boys before turning to you. 

You couldn't help but moan as you watched him drag the tip of it across your folds, gathering up slick and cum. You nearly went cross eyed when he brought it to his mouth and licked it off with a pretty pink tongue. 

Luke tapped your cunt with the flat of his fingers lightly, just enough to make you jump. Your cunt trembled, wondering just what he was going to do with it. He had a devilish glint in his dark eyes, watching you clench around nothing. 

"Let's see what this tight little body can take, huh?" Luke mused as he inspected you.  

He dropped to his knees and licked a thick stripe up the back of your thigh, gathering up Hotch's and Spencer's cum before swallowing it. You let out a shuddering moan at the sight, his hot spit cooling quickly on your skin. 

His tongue trailed up until it reached your pussy, and he delved his tongue deep inside, making you hold onto the cushion for dear life on the other side of the wall. Your whines grew steadily louder as he ate you out, flicking your clit over and over. 

Hotch watched with a smirk as Spencer’s eyes glazed over. It was deliciously sinful to see, but just as you were about to teeter over the edge again Luke pulled back. 

"Calm down," he shushed when you whined pitifully. "You'll be all filled up in a second, sweetheart."

He lightly bit your ass cheek before focusing back on the toy. It was thicker than any of them, heavy and made of silicone. Your legs spread wider on instinct as he dragged it up your thigh. You ached with anticipation, still unsure of what he had planned until he looped one of the straps around your ankle. 

Looping the other, Luke slid the brace up your thighs, angling the dildo to your entrance. He pumped you with it, easing it inside until it filled you. Your walls clenched around it, a filthy squelching sound echoing around the room as it bottomed out. 

Making sure it was firmly inside, Luke tightened the straps, keeping the dildo in place. It was so thick, holding you wide open to do nothing but clench around it. He went to the table next and grabbed some lube, then squirted it around his fingers. 

"We'll go nice and easy," he said as he got to his feet. 

His fingers rimmed your exposed asshole, slippery and hot. You did your best to remember to relax, but even his fingers were thick, probing gently into the ring of muscle until you let go. His fingertip breached you, and you moaned with your jaw dropped as he pumped you slowly. 

"That's right," he cooed. He pushed in to the knuckle, curling just enough to make you clench around him and the toy. "Take it like the whore you are, sweetheart. We're gonna fill you up nice and pretty."

Luke spread your hole with his finger until he was satisfied, adding another. He turned to the chairs, spotting Spencer. "Get over here, Reid."

Spencer got quickly to his feet, nearly tripping over himself to meet Luke's command. Luke put him between you both after he stretched you open, and you squirmed in excitement at what was coming next. 

Luke pulled down Spencer’s pants until he could kick them off, leaving him in nothing but his shirt and socks. Luke undid the buttons and tossed it aside, then grabbed the lube bottle again. 

He pressed himself against Spencer, who in turn pressed his own cock against your wet and open hole. All you wanted was to be fucked, but when you spotted Luke depositing some lube into Spencer's hand all you could do was watch. 

"Spread it over your cock," he whispered in Spencer's ear. "This is what you wanted, right? To be in the middle?"

Your pussy clenched so hard around the dildo that if it wasn't strapped in you were sure it would have rocketed across the room. Spencer nodded shyly, but Luke just smacked his ass. 

"Right?" he asked again, sharper this time. "You said, 'I want to try being with a man and a woman at the same time.' I'm giving you what you want, okay? I'm gonna take care of you."

"Right," Spencer gulped, nodding emphatically. He did as Luke told him, coating his dick with the lube as Luke spread more over his own fingers. 

"Fuck her in the ass, Spence," Luke murmured, pressing a kiss behind his neck. "It's what she wants, man. Look at her. Dripping with cum and filled to the brim, and all she wants is more."

You wiggled your ass just to prove his point, pushing down on the green button as well. Spencer nodded again, pressing the blunt head of his cock against your exposed hole. Luke held onto his hips as he pushed inside, making sure he didn't jerk forward too quickly and hurt you. 

You and Spencer both moaned loudly as he pumped himself inside. It burned, hot and painful and so wonderful. With your cunt filled with thick silicone and Spencer’s beautiful cock pushing inside, you almost came again. You were so full, so blissed and fucked out as he used you like a toy. 

"So fucking tight," Spencer groaned as he bottomed out. He grinded deep, your back arching to take more of him. "I wanna live here. This body… goddamn."

"That's right, man," Luke murmured. He pushed Spencer against the wall, pushing hard against you. You moaned and tried to wiggle, but you were trapped there. "She's gonna be your little slut to use, and you're going to be mine."

Your brows raised at that, and you watched the mirror with a fierce intensity as Luke put a hand between Spencer's shoulders. His hand disappeared between them, but Spencer moaned wantonly and grinded deeper in you. You whined pitifully with the lack of friction where you needed it most, but you knew what Luke was going to do before he did it. 

You watched him wipe off his hand, then look down at his crotch. Spencer's dick twitched and bobbed inside you as he grunted, his jaw tightening, but Hotch spoke up from where he palmed himself in his chair. 

"Relax, Reid," he said softly, encouragingly. "Do what this whore does. Just take it."

Spencer relaxed a bit, but not enough, so you grinded back onto him. You rolled your hips the best you could in this position, rocking back on his cock. He mimicked you, doing the same and rolling in between your asshole and Luke's member. His jaw dropped and his eyes fluttered shut, and you had him right where you wanted. 

With Spencer's hands on your hips, Luke braced himself with one on Spencer's own and the other on the wall. He started slow, quickly picking up his pace, and Spencer followed. His cock bounced inside you, ramming you into the wall, but you let out every moan and whine you could, crying out with each thrust. 

"Fuck, this is a good little hole, Hotch," Luke grunted, his face screwed up on concentration. "We don't even need the girl. We can just use Spencer!"

"Oh, we can find a good use for them both," Hotch replied, getting to his feet. He picked a vibrator off the table, angling it between your dripping pussy and turned it on. 

The vibrations hit you like an earthquake. You were so full and being touched by them both, and watching Spencer come apart from Luke fucking him like a beast was almost too much too soon. 

"Oh god, oh god," Spencer panted, his cheeks bright red. Your pussy clenched around the dildo, your other hole tightening around his cock at the sound. The vibrator was driving you mad, and when Hotch slapped your ass with his free hand you cried out. 

"Thank you!" you screamed, drool dripping down your chin. You were so hot, and the room filled with hazy lust and grunting. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" 

"Go on, Spencer. You hear that?" Hotch growled lowly. "Give it to her. Fuck that hole. It's just a fleshlight."

Spencer nodded, his head bobbing up and down, "It's a good hole. A good fucking toy… oh fuck, I wanna destroy this little hole for anyone else!" 

Luke bit his bottom lip as he rammed Spencer from behind, thrusting him deeper inside you. Spencer exploded without warning, hot sticky cum flooding your ass as Hotch slapped your cheek again even harder. The vibrations rocketed through you, your whole body arching and spasming with Spencer as he rode his high. 

You vaguely heard Luke cum, felt the way Spencer’s hips jerked forward as your ears rang with bliss. Spencer cried out and moaned with each new thrust, clinging to your hips with everything he had. 

After that, they all used you. For hours, it seemed, they fucked both holes over and over, taking turns. They ate you out, stuffed you with toys and their cocks, used vibrators on you. All until you were a weak drooling mess lying limply on the table. 

They took a break, catching their breaths and taking sips of some gatorade to recharge. Your body twitched as you lay useless, soft moans and whines escaping you. You couldn't really do anything else but lay there, so full of cum and drenched with it where they sometimes pulled out and came on your back and ass. 

"I think I have one more in me," Luke decided, and Hotch nodded in agreement. Spencer lay slumped against Hotch, who rubbed his fingertips lightly up his arms as he caught his breath. "Wanna have some fun with it?"

He pointed at you, and your body clenched in excitement. One more was about all you had as well. After cumming so many times at once you knew it would take you some time to lay there and recover, but you wanted one last memory to keep with you. 

Luke got shakily to his feet, running a light hand over your cum-covered thigh. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek, "What do you say you come on out of there, sweetheart? Take us all at once before we head home for the night?"

Your heart pounded at the thought, but you hesitated. What if they saw you and decided they didn't want you?

"We'll take good care of you. I promise," Luke offered. "We'll clean you up before we go and everything. Give you the aftercare you deserve after all you did for us."

"Oh, I wanna do that," Spencer agreed, getting up from the couch. Hotch followed him, and Spencer came up to lean against the wall, rubbing one knuckle across your backside. "Let us take care of you, huh? I don't know if you heard, but this is my birthday present."

You bit your lip and grinned. Even if they decided they didn't want you, you knew you'd given Spencer a good birthday celebration. You decided to go with it, as the thought of having all three holes used by all three eligible men in your group was too enticing to pass up. 

You hit the green button, and they shared an excited smile between them. Taking a shaky breath, you unlatched the door and let it swing open. 

Hotch and Luke grabbed your arms gently as you tried and failed to push yourself up to sit. Spencer ran a soothing hand up your back as they turned you around, but the shock that hit their faces when they saw your teary smile was almost too much to handle. 

"Y/N?" Spencer gasped as he recognized you. "What…what are you doing here?"

"Same thing you are, boys," you replied sultrily, but your voice shook a bit with your exhaustion. "Paying for the privilege."

Luke's dumbfounded look turned into a smirk, and he confidently made his way between your legs, putting his hands on your thighs. His eyes glinted mischievously as he said, "I always knew there was a dirty girl hiding under that blazer."

"Oh my god, do you know what we just did to you?" Spencer marveled, his eyes wide. "Oh, Y/N, I'm so-."

"Don't you dare say sorry, Spencer Reid," you snapped, pointing at him. "I came here to get fucked by any one who walked in the door and it just so happened to be you guys. I don't regret that for a second."

"You don't?" Spencer asked hopefully, and you reached out and cupped his jaw in your hands, doing your best to ignore Luke's creeping fingers up your wet thighs. 

"You don't even know how many times I've thought about you, baby. I can't even count how many times I've cum on my own fingers thinking about you guys."

Spencer smiled happily, seemingly satisfied with your answer. Hotch knocked his knuckle on the board of your green light list, "Everything on here, that's what you're comfortable with?"

It was the first time he'd spoken, his dark eyes watching you intently as you turned back to him. All four of you were naked as the day you were born, and he looked good with that fuzzy chest and his hard cock bobbing in front of you. 

You nodded, reaching out to palm him. His dick was slippery from your juices and lube, letting you glide easily over him. Hotch was never one to give anything away, but he smiled down at you, pressing one knuckle under your jaw. 

He kissed you then, hard enough to bruise. Always so calm and collected, he really let himself out in bed. He pulled back, but not before nipping your bottom lip and making you moan. 

His hand flashed out in a second, dragging you by your throat onto the ground. You let out a surprised yelp but your sloppy cunt squelched loudly as you clenched. He shoved you onto your knees, looking down at you so imposing and strong. 

He held his dick by the base, "Open your mouth, then, whore."

You did as you were told, sticking out your tongue. You put your hands on your knees and arched your back, and he quickly gripped you by the hair and shoved his cock down your throat. 

He was relentless, ramming himself deep as Luke and Spencer joined him on either side. They took turns with you, quickly pulling you off one by the hair and shoving you down on another as tears dripped down your cheeks. They called you all sorts of names- whore, bitch, cocksleeve, fucktoy.

Hotch pulled you off one last time, leaving you gasping for air and your throat bruised. As you collapsed on the ground, he pushed Spencer into a chair, then leaned down and gripped you under your armpits to lift you up like you were nothing but a doll. 

Spencer sat splayed in the seat, his cock glistening with your spit. His chest was patched red as he panted, watching Hotch pick you up. He maneuvered you to sit on your knees, spread wide over Spencer's lap. 

He leaned down and brushed your hair back to whisper in your ear, "It's his birthday present, you dirty little toy. Ride him like the good whore we all know you are."

You couldn't help but giggle excitedly, nodding. Spencer watched you nervously, his hands set gently on your hips. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his to quell some of his anxiety, moaning happily when he relaxed a bit. 

"You gonna cum inside me, Spence?" you asked sweetly as you angled him to your entrance. "Be the last one to fill up this little pussy?"

He nodded emphatically, "Please, it's all I want."

You both groaned as you sank down on him. He filled you up beautifully, so thick and hot. His cock pulsed inside you, already ready to burst. You set your hands on his shoulders and lifted your hips before dropping back down. He was perfect, so sweet as he caressed you. 

Spencer's hands wandered to your tits as you rode him hard, body bouncing and jiggling with each drop. His blunt head bounced off your cervix, stretching you deeper and wider. You felt Hotch come up behind you, his hands gripping your waist and squeezing appreciatively as Luke approached from the side. 

He jerked himself off as he watched you, eyes glassy. Hotch smacked your ass a few times, making your hips jerk and twitch as you moaned. 

"Oh fuck," you gasped, body coiling for what felt like the thousandth time that night. "Fuck, Spence, you feel so good…"

"Yeah?" he asked coyly, cupping your jaw with one hand. The other pinched your nipples, swiping a soothing thumb across before switching back to the other. "This is how you like it? Being groped and touched and fucked by a bunch of strange guys?"

"I love it!" your voice hitched, eyes rolling back. You felt Hotch line himself up to your gaping hole, his knee braced on the chair. 

Your head rocked back as he breached you, so stuffed full and plugged. Cum streaked across your skin from them using you all night, and you let out a high pitched moan as he fucked you from behind. 

Their cocks moved in time, one sliding out as the other slid back in. It was all so much, so gratifying and dirty. All your moans and grunts echoed around the room as they fucked you, and Spencer quickly gripped you by the hair and pulled you down for a kiss. 

Hotch slapped your ass again, and you knew tomorrow you'd have bruises staining your skin. Spencer's tongue plunged down your throat, drinking in the taste of their cocks on your spit. He moaned into you, and all you could do was kneel there with your back arched as they used you like a doll.

"That's right, take it all," Luke marveled, and you had to pull away from Spencer. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, leaning over for him. Luke shoved his cock into your open hole, grinding deep in your throat before fucking you in time with the other men. 

Spencer moved your head by your hair, pushing you down on Luke's thick length over and over as their cocks pumped in and out of you. You were completely stuffed, body locked in this position. Fluids dripped down your thighs, drool leaking out of the sides of your lips and down your chin. 

Your brain was completely fuzzy, desperate moans reverberating around Luke's cock. He pulled out quickly, his hand slapping your cheek and making you cry out. Spencer let go of your hair to pinch and slap your tits over and over, red welts breaking out across your skin. 

Hotch joined in, "You like that, you dirty cumdump?" 

"Yeah she does," Luke agreed. He slapped you again, hard enough to rock your head to the side. Then he tangled his fingers in your hair and shoved his length down your throat again before you could answer. "Look at her, covered in cum… this is how she should be. We should tie her up in the jet and just use her every case. She doesn't even need to work. She's useless except for this."

You moaned and nodded, tears streaming down your face as he fucked your mouth roughly. You relaxed your throat and opened your jaw as wide as you could, letting him facefuck you as Hotch and Spencer rammed your other holes. 

"What a good toy you are," Spencer grunted. His hips pistoned up into you, slamming into your cervix so hard you saw stars. Your body clenched up, starting to shake, and Spencer laughed and pinched your tits harder. "Look at her, she's gonna cum."

You nodded weakly as they used you, and when Hotch suddenly grabbed your arms and twisted them behind your back your whole body jerked in primal response. The stretch in your shoulders burned, and he held you up by your wrists as Luke held you up by your hair. 

They had you trapped, and if you wanted to move you couldn't. Their tight hold on you cut off circulation, your slippery cunt leaking at the sensations of it all. Luke pulled out and slapped your cheek again, but all you could do was groan happily. 

"Oh thank you!" you cried out as they rammed every hole you had. Luke jerked himself off in front of your face, his cock twitching as he was about to burst. "Thank you for fucking me like this! Fuck, fuck, just wanna be a hole for you to use… just wanna be filled with cum!"

Luke groaned, cum spurting from his head. You stuck out your tongue as it landed on your cheeks and chin, trying to get as much of it as you could in your mouth. Hotch and Spencer fucked you relentlessly even as Luke waned, but he pulled you close and shoved his dick back in your mouth. 

"Clean it off, slut," he panted, hips twitching at the overstimulation. You laved your tongue over it, licking up every bit of yourself and his cum you could. 

Spencer pinched your tits so hard you began to cry, but you didn't stop and neither did they. Hotch's nails dug into your wrists as he thrust one last time deep inside. His hot cum spurted into your asshole, shoving so far in  you were sure your whole body was rearranged. 

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," he gasped, his body shuddering with the effort. "You good little fuck…"

Spencer tugged you off of Luke, not caring at all that your face was covered with another man's cum. He licked your cheeks and chin, tasting it and moaning as Hotch pulled out. You felt his spend leak from your gaping hole, but Spencer was relentless. He never stopped, instead plunging his tongue down your throat again.

Hotch and Luke caught their breaths as you made out with Spencer. Your hands were released, and you rode him like a madman as he fucked up into you. Your body clenched, beginning to tremble and strain from the effort as Spencer pulled back and put his forehead against yours. 

"You gonna cum?" he asked darkly, his sweet eyes meeting your teary ones. "You gonna cum just for me?"

You nodded pathetically, so needy and exhausted. "Wanna cum, Spencer, please!"

"Yeah?" He mocked your teary expression, and his hand came down sharply on your bruised asscheek. You yelped, sobbing as you nodded again. "You're so stuffed and fucked out… this hole is all stretched. Maybe I should go find a few other guys to help me fill it up."

You shook your head as you cried, "No, please. Just you, just need you Spence! Want you to be the last one to fill me up… just want you to make me cum… please!"

Spencer grinned, tugging you back for a sloppy kiss. It was all teeth and tongue. Your fingernails drug down his back as he caressed your body. He held you so tight and close, ramming his cock deep. 

Your eyes rolled back, body trembling violently as you came harder than ever. Your vision blacked out as pure ecstasy rocketed through you. You squirted over his lap, the filthy sounds of slapping skin and squelching taking over the room. 

Spencer called out your name as he came, moaning against your lips and holding you so close you were sure you became one. You went limp in his arms as he finished, spent and used and covered in cum and bruises. 

Spencer collapsed against the back of the chair, panting and trying to catch his breath. "Jesus Christ, Y/N… holy shit."

You couldn't speak or move. Your mind didn't have the capacity to do anything anymore. After a while, you felt someone lift you. You were laid down on the couch with your head in Spencer's lap. Hotch sat down by your legs, rubbing your feet as Luke knelt on the floor with one of the cleaning rags they left in every room. 

Luke cleaned you while they caressed you. Spencer brushed back your hair, lightly running his knuckles over your face as you struggled to come back to earth. Hotch massaged your feet and legs, warming them back up after they locked into soreness. 

"Mmm," you groaned, smacking your lips as you finally came to. They all sat around you, gently touching and giving you praise. 

"Such a good girl," Luke murmured. He was rubbing cooling gel over your bruised breasts, massaging it in gently. "You were perfect, sweetheart."

"Best ass this side of the Mississippi," Hotch agreed, making you smile. 

You glanced up at Spencer, who was watching you with those sweet eyes of his. He pushed back your hair, lightly scratching your scalp. "You're amazing, you know that?"

You couldn't do anything but grin. Hotch lightly tapped your thigh, "You're alive, right?"

"Mhmmm," you groaned, but that was all you could say. 

They waited until you could move again before dressing you and then themselves. Spencer picked you up and settled you on his hip, your head dropping onto his shoulder as you started to fall asleep. 

You vaguely registered him saying he would take you home. He carried you through the club and put you in his car, both Hotch and Luke giving you a kiss goodnight. 

He talked to you the whole way home, but you were pretty out of it, slumped down in the seat and fucked into blissful semiconsciousness. Your whole body was sore, but it was amazing. You'd never felt this content and satisfied. 

He got your keys out of your purse and brought you up to your apartment, rubbing a soft hand up and down your back as he spoke praises and sweet words to you. Your heart opened up each time he did, so safe and warm in his arms. 

Spencer set you down gently on your bed. He eased your clothes off and set your shoes neatly on the floor. He even folded them for you, setting them on a chair in the corner. He tucked you in, sitting on the covers next to you. 

Spencer sighed and brushed back some of your hair as you lay cozy under the covers. He gave you a soft smile, "I'll check on you in the morning, okay? Then we'll go get your car."

"Mm okay," you murmured back, hardly able to keep your eyes opened. 

Sure you had all those dirty thoughts about the people on your team, but the sweet ones you reserved for Spencer. He was so kind and warm to be around, while the filthy sex you'd just had with him was a fantasy of yours, having him tuck you into bed as a dream come true. 

Spencer leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes and tried to commit it to memory, to burn it into your mind forever. When he pulled away, your arm broke free of the blanket cocoon and gripped his wrist. 

"Do you… do you maybe wanna stay?" you asked quietly, hopefully. 

Spencer watched you with wide eyes, but it quickly turned into one of those beautiful smiles of his. 

"Of course I do."

You grinned like a maniac as he toed off his shoes, then took off his clothes. Red lines littered his back from where you scratched him, marking him as yours. 

Spencer slid under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around and pulling you to his chest. You pressed your nose into his neck, and he rubbed his thumb against your spine as you lay there, safe and happy. 

"Y/N?" Spencer asked softly into the darkness. 

"Yeah?"

Spencer took a deep breath, as if bracing himself for rejection. He gave you a quick squeeze and in a small voice asked, "Do you want to go to dinner with me tomorrow?"

You pulled back a bit to look at him, and he was watching you with wide and worried eyes. You put your hand on his cheek and smiled, "Like a date?"

Spencer swallowed thickly, "Yeah, like a date."

You bit your lip and looked away, nerves taking over. "Even after seeing me like that? With… other men? You still want me?"

Spencer laughed breathily, like you were an idiot. He cupped your face with his hands and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You melted into him, letting out a small moan. 

"All I ever wanted was you," he murmured as he pulled away. He held you so delicately. "Before I knew it was you in that wall… I was imagining it was."

You giggled sweetly at his words, kissing him again. You pressed your body against his, and even though you'd been through a lot tonight your pussy was slick as it slid against his hip, your thigh slung over his middle. 

"Oh, no," Spencer scolded you playfully. He shook his head and gave you a serious look. "You may have an unlimited libido, but I couldn't get it up again if you paid me. Plus, you should rest for tomorrow."

You smirked, "You're gonna fuck me tomorrow?"

Spencer grinned back at you, one hand sliding over your bruised ass. He squeezed you tightly, making you hiss in pain and pleasure. 

"Baby, after tomorrow, you won't want to fuck anyone else ever again."

"I already don't. Happy Birthday, Spencer."

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Notes: Whoo... I got myself ALL worked up writing this <3

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"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for…" the announcer's voice rang out over the lounge as Spencer and Hotch waited for the Arends' to begin their set. 

The crowd rowdily banged on tables and stomped on the floor, yelling in their excitement. Spencer looked around and cocked a brow at them. It was just a strip tease, how could these people be so into it when none of these performers would want anything to do with them on the outside?

"The Nocturne proudly presents, not for the first time and certainly not the last… the beautiful minds behind this den of depravity, the parents of pleasure, the owners and leads of this proud establishment…"

It felt wrong being here like this, with scantily clad people all selling the idea of sex and strip tease. He supposed it made some people happier to escape into this fantasy for a few hours…but you were his escape and he'd much rather be with you. 

He blanched when he thought about how he'd tell you all about this, but then he thought maybe you'd like to see the show someday. Then he'd have to explain what the hell he was doing here in the first place… oh you were going to make such fun of him. 

"Momma and Daddy, a song of lust and trust. Just don't cream your pants too early, children," the MC purred over the speakers as the lights went dark in the lounge. "It's about to get hot in here."

The curtain began to lift slowly, the drum rolls of the people and the band shuddering the ground beneath them. The tension in the air was thick, heady and putting Spencer on edge. A shimmering sinful red backdrop appeared behind the curtain, the glimmering dancefloor illuminating the whole place with the illusion of depravity. 

Long, lean legs and glittery red stilettos began to appear, followed quickly by a matching bustier and feathered short skirt. Sleek hair was pinned up in a 50s style boudoir look, shining under the spotlights. The woman posed with a grin, leaning on one hip with a flourishing hand pointing up at the lights. 

Charlie Arends stood behind her in black leather pants and a matching vest with nothing underneath, hair slicked back and a confident smirk on his face. He looked over the crowds as they began to cheer, the rest of the stage cast in shadow. He turned his head into the crook of her neck and placed a kiss there. 

When the curtain hit the top, a sultry crimson glow blew across the stage, blinding Spencer for a moment. 

A blasting of trumpets and saxophones exploded through the venue as his eyes adjusted, cheers from the crowd going wild. It was then that Spencer finally took in this woman and her outfit, and his stomach dropped as he noticed the final finishing touch. 

A red collar with a heart charm…just like the one you'd surprised him with all those months ago when he came back from Texas after five weeks away. 

Because the half naked dancer in a barely-there corset for every rich man in this room to see… was you… dancing with Charlie Arends.

Your head turned to press your cheek against Charlie's, and he quickly moved to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. His whole world stopped, a fifty pound weight sinking deeper in his belly as your hand pulled the back of his neck to bring him closer. You pulled away as the music swelled.

"The man is tall, mad, mean and good lookin', and he's got me at his eye," you sang sultrily as you and Charlie locked eyes with cheeky grins. Spencer's fingers gripped his pants leg tightly as boiling hot jealousy coursed through his veins. "When he looks at me, I go weak at the knees. Got me going like no other guy."

Your palm landed gently on your husband's cheek, his arm wrapping around your waist. He twisted you out in a flash, lingering fingers clutching yours as you posed for the crowds. They went wild as Spencer sat, mouth agape, watching you in the last place he'd ever thought you'd be. 

"He's the devil divine, I'm so glad that he's mine. 'Cause he's my big bad handsome man."

A song of lust and trust…

Spencer foolishly thought you saved the lust part for him. Was this how you two always were? Clinging and close and unembarassed by touch?

Spencer's rational mind recalled you saying how close you were with your husband, that you didn't date because people never understood your relationship…but as he watched Charlie Arends dance sexily with you, he wanted to melt into a puddle of self-doubt and anxiety. 

You twirled and sang with your lacquer-lined lips, smiling like a fiend. You turned back to him, belting out with a beautiful confidence, "Oh, the music he plays, the way he moves me and sways, rocks me to the floor."

Charlie placed a palm on your chest and with a choreographed shove pushed you to the floor. Your hand lashed out to grip his tie and pull him with you. Charlie leaned in close and licked a heavy stripe up your neck, and Spencer nearly shredded his pant leg as your eyes rolled back into your head. "When he sings in my ear, he makes me shiver and leer. Leaves me wanting more and more!"

Another carefully planned move later, and you were swept up high, then back on your feet. Charlie twirled you out, and with a faux look of surprise you gazed demurely at the crowd as your bustier slipped off and was thrown to the crowd, leaving you in just a lace red bra. 

The crowd whooped and yelled, and without much thought besides not wanting any of these assholes touching anything belonging to you, Spencer’s hand reached up and snatched it out of the air. 

“Cause he’s my big, bad, handsome man. He’s got me in the palm of his hand…”

A few celebratory claps and disappointed boos sounded out behind him, but Spencer's gaze was solely on you as he clutched the fabric. He vaguely noticed Hotch watching him worryingly out of the corner of his eye, but he ignored it. Instead he rubbed his thumb over the lace and beadwork, his usually lightning fast mind struggling to process. 

He wanted to march right up on stage and throw you over his shoulder. He wanted to carry you out and make sure you knew who you belonged to… but another part of him was heartbroken. You looked so happy, in a way he'd only seen in Room 405. But then again, he'd rarely seen you outside it. 

Your hair bounced free from your updo, falling over your shoulders. It flew with you as Charlie and you performed this routine. It was so practiced, so comfortable and full of trust between the two of you. He couldn't figure out why he felt so crushed, so betrayed. All he knew was that he thought he was falling apart in this stool.

The music swelled and boomed, the lights shone off your bright lipstick. Another flick of Charlie's wrist and your feather skirt was gone, disappearing over the crowd. It left you in only some lingerie and those sparkly stilettos, and it looked like something he would've bought for you. 

Charlie twirled you out and you walked sultrily down the glossy stairs of the stage. Your hands flicked out expertly to draw attention to your figure. The music hit a peak, and with sudden fear, Spencer realized a spotlight had turned to him and you were fast approaching. This seat was a hot seat, a place for the performers to interact with the audience. 

Spencer swore he saw the moment your breath caught in your chest as you spotted him. Your steps faltered, your jaw dropping. He shifted in his seat to sit up straighter, locking eyes with your suddenly pleading gaze. You looked back at Charlie with wide eyes, and his head cocked in confusion, but you quickly snapped back into gear as your part came up again.

Strutting to the hot seat he was in both metaphorically and physically, your hand slipped around Spencer’s shoulders as you plopped down in his lap. One long leg crossed over the other, and it took everything Spencer had not to pick you up and run you out of the lounge. Your palm slid over his chest, a perfectly manicured nail moving up to guide him by the chin to look at your beautiful face.

“With his rugged good looks, yeah, he’s got me hooked,” you sang sweetly, but your eyes were watery. You were scared and trembling in his lap at his reaction, and without much thought Spencer slid a hand over your thigh and squeezed your knee. “Got me where he wants me to be.”

“We’re going to talk about this later,” Spencer whispered in your ear as you sang. “Just act natural so nobody suspects.”

You didn’t react the way he thought, your eyes turning into a squint. In a flash you twirled off his lap. The spotlight followed you as you moved, hugging your curves in a silhouette. Your palms slid over his chest as you sang, “He’s the kind of guy that does it for me.”

With a quick push, Spencer’s chair flew back. He landed heavily on his back on the hardwood, watching in pure shock as you glowered down at him for a moment before turning on your heel away from him as the crowd roared. Hotch was there in a second, pulling him and the chair upright. 

“He’s the devil divine, I’m so glad that he’s mine.” You sauntered back up the stairs slowly, hands flourishing out. The music pulsed through his veins as the crowd exploded with excitement and you wiggled your backside for every man in this place to see. 

“Cause he’s my big. Bad! I’m so glad.” You turned enough to gaze sultrily out at the audience with a cocky grin, body posed seductively and wrenching Spencer’s heart in his chest. “That he’s my big bad handsome man, hmm…”

The lights cut out, flooding everyone in darkness. The crowd went wild, clapping and jeering. Spencer clenched his fingers around the bustier as he stared at the spot you and Charlie had occupied, a vein pulsing painfully in his forehead. 

He knew this was irrational jealousy. You'd told him time and time again that your marriage was in name only…but that chemistry between you and your husband was undeniable. 

Another act came on a few seconds after the lights faded, dancers flying about the stage in shimmering costumes and singing along to the beat, but his vision tunneled as it became nothing but background noise to Spencer's own insecurities. 

You were the owner of the Nocturne, the wife of Charlie Arends, the mother of the witness to a brutal murder. You were the burlesque dancer who hated cops…the one Hotch said had a police officer ex who was abusive and cruel. 

Why did you keep this from him?

"Reid," Hotch's voice came from his right, and Spencer turned to see his boss watching him with concern. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," he spat through gritted teeth. Spencer picked up the bourbon courtesy of Miss Fierce and downed it in one gulp before slamming it back down on the table. 

You ran straight to your office after stepping off stage, flinging the door open to your private bathroom as your stomach lurched. Your knees hit the tile painfully as you threw your dinner up into the toilet loudly. 

Clutching the cool porcelain, your sobs broke free as your stomach emptied itself. The music downstairs vibrated the floor beneath you as you sat in a red lingerie set and sparkly stilettos for everyone to see. God, what did Spencer think of you now?

Everything had been going so well, too well. Loud footsteps came up the stairs as you leaned back to lean on the wall. You suddenly felt so dirty sitting there in underwear and a collar on a strip tease bathroom floor. You were nothing in that moment, once again a pregnant whore who felt like she had nowhere to go.

What the hell was he even doing in a place like this? Had one of his friends dragged him here and he lied and told you it was for work? Could you really be mad at him for coming here when you're the one who owned the den of sin?

Act natural so nobody suspects. He'd talked to you like a dirty little secret…and after this that was probably all you'd be to him. 

Charlie flew into the doorway, collapsing to his knees and putting his hands on your shoulders. You burst into unwanted tears and clung to him like a child. Your future was so uncertain at that moment, and all you wanted was your best friend. 

Charlie curled you up in his lap, holding you so tight you were sure to burst. He brushed back your hair to see you as heavy mascara streaked down your cheeks through the glitter and foundation. 

"Baby, what is going on? Are you okay?" he asked softly, full of such protectiveness you wanted to hold him forever and not let go. 

"Oh, Charlie!" you sobbed hysterically. "I need to go home. Please, please take me home."

"I… I, uhm," Charlie sputtered. He didn't let go of you, but you knew how he got when he felt bad about something. You sat up and watched him warily. 

"What did you do?"

Charlie hung his head in shame, "The FBI is here. They want to talk to you."

You shook your head, "I can't. Not tonight. I need to go home, okay?"

"What's going on?" he asked seriously. His arms around you kept you grounded, but you were terrified. Your whole world seemed to be crashing down around you, and you didn't know what was going to happen next. 

"Charlie…" you whispered. Your voice wavered, and Charlie stiffened. Slowly you raised your eyes to meet his. "I'm pregnant."

His jaw dropped, eyes widening in excitement…but then his face scrunched up as he likely realized that baby had no way of being his. Your heart sank into your belly as you watched the father of your children come to his own terms with this, and he nodded slowly.

“The boyfriend?” he asked quietly. You nodded. “Does he know?”

You shook your head, becoming frantic once more. “And for some reason, he’s in the audience in the hot seat… he didn’t know where I work and now he does and… oh, fuck, Charlie!”

You motioned to the mess you looked now with your smeared makeup and scant clothing. “He’s not going to want me anymore… you don’t know about my past, everything… the more he finds out about me the faster he’s going to leave and so will you!”

Charlie’s hand clamped suddenly over your mouth, his brows furrowing together. He watched you with such determination and love you could have died right there. “I know about your past. I didn’t leave, and if he leaves you because of this then you and that kid are better off without him. I’ll be a dad of six instead of five, and you and I both know whoever you marry after me is going to have to deal with that anyway.”

Tears poured over your cheeks and onto his hand. Charlie simply slipped it away from your mouth and pulled you into a bone crushing hug. You sobbed into his shoulder as he rocked you back and forth. “You… you knew? About me this whole time?”

Charlie nodded against your head, “My dad wanted a background check after you told me you were pregnant. I saw everything, and well… I didn’t give a shit because I knew that you were my soulmate, baby. He tried to talk me out of it and… I lied and told you it was because of the club. I’m glad he’s not in our lives, because we deserve to surround ourselves with people who accept us for who we are.”

He pulled back to brush your hair away from your forehead and smile at you. You couldn’t help but smile back. “That’s what we’ve done for the people here, together. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Okay?”

Your voice shook but you believed him, and you were so happy he never made you talk about being a call girl or made you ever feel bad for having to do what you did to keep Tulip safe. “Okay.”

Charlie kissed you then, soft and slow. It wasn’t sexual, it never was anymore. It was comforting, full of love and devotion in a way so few people would ever understand. You kissed him back, clinging to him like the lifeline he was in the darkness you’d found yourself in so suddenly. 

There was a clearing of a throat, and a soft knock on the doorframe, and when you pulled away you found yourself looking up at Agent Hotchner… and Spencer, holding your discarded bustier.

“Mrs. Arends,” he said softly, always nice to you even though you’d been a raging dick to him time and time again. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, but you couldn’t pull your gaze from the sheepish man before you. He lacked all the confidence he had in Room 405, and instead watched you with watery eyes… you knew he’d seen you kissing Charlie, and it had broken his heart.

“Spencer,” you murmured, mostly in shock.

“Y/N,” he replied quietly. 

Agent Hotchner sighed and ran a hand over his forehead. He held out a hand for you. “I think we have a few things to talk about, including your relationship with Doctor Reid.”

He and Charlie helped you stand shakily while Spencer held himself back with his hands shoved in his pockets. Your brows furrowed, and you pointed between them, “You two know each other?”

Agent Hotchner nodded, “Doctor Reid works with me in the Behavioral Analysis Unit.”

Charlie gasped and his head shifted down to you. Everyone seemed to be staring right through you as your brain struggled to process what he was telling you. Charlie thrust a finger at Spencer, “This is the boyfriend?”

Spencer's eyes lit up a bit, turning to you with hopefulness. Anger and confusion battled in your mind for dominance, old memories of Tulip's biological father swirling to the surface. 

“I… I didn’t know,” you muttered, staring hard at Spencer. You cocked your head, “You’re in the FBI? You’re a cop?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, almost shamefully. “I convinced your husband to let us talk to you tonight… about interviewing Tulip. We think she might be th-.”

“You’re a cop!?” you asked again sharply. All the men seemed to take a collective cautious breath in as rage boiled through you like a wildfire. 

Spencer's eyes clamped shut for a moment, like he always did when he was frustrated, and he ran a heavy hand over the back of his neck like he did when he was nervous. You knew that about him, all those little things about his personality…and here he stood before you in too similar a job as someone who almost broke you. 

He opened them slowly, those long lashes flickering as he struggled to contain himself. Spencer straightened his shoulders and locked jaw. His reached out his palm with your bustier and handed it to you. "You should probably get dressed."

Your battered mind struggled through the slosh of emotions and all this new conflicting information, but you managed to look toward the mirror above the sink and see how much of a mess you were. 

Mascara stained your cheeks, your lipstick smeared. Your lingerie was rumpled and rucked up around your waistline. The only thing still in tact was that fucking collar. Your chin began to wobble as you saw yourself… you looked just how you did when you were stripping for money or getting dressed after visiting a client… like a whore, a sex worker no FBI agent would dare be seen with. 

You nodded slowly and grabbed it from him, your arms moving up to cover yourself. Sucking in a pained breath, you moved forward and pushed past them without a word and into your office. 

You had a paper divider by the window so you could change by yourself and in privacy, and a dresser behind it. With wobbly legs, you struggled to carry yourself over, but Charlie was right behind you, keeping you safe without having to ask for it. 

There was a soft knock on the door, and Miss Fierce came in. Her jaw dropped a bit as she spotted you, but she didn't comment on it when she saw Charlie. She thrust a thumb over her shoulder, "I'm sorry to bother, but there's some guy bothering Tessa near the bathrooms."

"Where's Manny?" Charlie asked gruffly, making it clear he didn't want to leave you. 

"He's on stage and so is Marty."

"Go," you told him softly, but he put a hand on your waist to tell me he didn't want to. You pushed him lightly, "Seriously, go take care of it. I'll be fine."

He shifted so you couldn't see Spencer or Aaron, leaning in close, "You sure?"

"We have to take care of our girls, Chuck." You gave him a soft smile, "You know me. I'll be okay."

Charlie nodded and pressed his lips to your forehead. He turned on his heel and made his way out of the office, making sure to take the time to eye Spencer on his way out. Miss Fierce followed after him, closing the door quietly on her way out. 

"Have a seat," you offered, waving my hands at the fuzzy pink chairs in front of my desk. You went behind the divider and opened a drawer where they couldn't see you. There was a dressing mirror in the corner, and it took all you had not to break down looking at yourself. 

"Obviously, this situation was unexpected," Aaron's voice came from the other side. You heard him sigh and continue, "I knew Spencer had a girlfriend, but I didn't know it was you and he had no reason to tell me as such." 

You shrugged a long duster over a bodysuit tank top and pulled on some jeans, but something about that sentence bothered you as you dressed. You slipped on a black pair of stilettos and pulled your hair back into a ponytail. The anger bubbled further to the surface as you wiped off your makeup, and as soon as you were done you flew out from behind the divider in a rage.

“You knew your team was questioning my daughter!?” you snarled as you stomped toward the desk, your finger pointed at Spencer. “Did you read my file?”

His eyes turned to saucers, wide and a bit scared of your rage. Spencer leaned back in the ridiculous chair and braced himself on the arms. “I… I didn’t…”

Aaron put a hand between you as if to protect him. “Out of respect for your privacy and explicitly detailed lack of trust in the police, I did not divulge any information with my team except what was necessary. Doctor Reid had no idea you were the mother of a victim.”

Spencer watched you and nodded as your chest heaved. You couldn't seem to help but growl as you struggled to contain your anger. You hated cops. They couldn't be trusted. 

You decided to sit down and pour yourself a drink of water from the bottle you kept in your desk drawer. You didn't offer Spencer or Aaron anything, just took a long sip and glared at them. 

"We initially came here tonight to see if you were open to the idea of Doctor Reid speaking with Tulip," Aaron continued cautiously. "He doesn't seem to have had any idea you worked here even though you're supposedly together, but I guess that's something we can sort out later."

"I'm pretty sure I told you exactly where to shove your badge after talking to her last time," you replied coldly, setting the heavy tumbler on the desk. "She's had nothing but nightmares since she spoke with you."

"I understand, but Reid has a great rapport with children, and like I said before I believe talking about it is going to help Tulip more than keeping it inside."

You turned to Spencer, who watched you with those damned puppy dog eyes, "Why should she talk to you?"

"I, uhm, specialize in what we call 'cognitive interviews,'" Spencer started slowly. He cleared his throat awkwardly and rubbed his neck again, and all it did was make you angrier. "This is especially helpful with children. We talk them through the incident as if it's happening in real time, and they experience it again in a safe space where they know they can't be injured or harmed."

He swallowed thickly, hardly able to keep eye contact with you. How could he after seeing you on stage? "It helps people work through the effects of early PTSS, as the event no longer tends to appear in their mind like it's still happening."

You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back, eyeing him critically. Spencer leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and finally locked eyes with you. 

"You'll be right by her side, keeping her safe," he pleaded, eyes wide and full of what you could have confused for love for you if tonight hadn't happened. "Please, sweetheart, trust me with this. I won't let anything happen to her. You have to know that."

"I don't know anything right now," you whispered, and he nodded sadly. Using his nickname for you in this situation… it gutted you. 

And knowing you were pregnant…you wanted to believe him, but your mind was so scattered. You had kids who needed you now, and your body was trying to create a new one. All this stress… it couldn't be good for you or the baby. 

A sharp scream echoed from downstairs, jolting all three of you from your spot. Your family was down there, and you were on your feet quicker than Spencer or Aaron. You tore across the room without any thought, barreling down the hallway with them following closely behind. 

"Sweetheart, stop!" Spencer called, and you heard the familiar click of a gun leaving its holster. You hadn't even noticed one on him… so many things you didn't know about the man you were in love with. 

As you reached the bottom of the spiral stairs, you spotted a group of people gathered around the bathroom doors. The music had stopped, and someone had turned all the lights on, which only made the danger seem that much more nefarious. 

"Move!" you yelled, shoving through the throngs of people. If one of your girls was injured, you needed to get to them. "Get out of my way!"

There were a few disgruntled hey lady's as you elbowed your way through them. Flinging open the door to the bathroom, you stopped dead in your tracks at what you saw on the tile floor. 

A man was slumped under the sink, a bloody trail leaking from his stomach and over the porcelain. Your eyes glazed over the scene, not really processing it, until you saw Charlie. 

He lay on his back, and he wasn't moving. His blond hair was flecked with splattered blood and mucus. His face was covered with thick red liquid, pooling beneath him and onto the floor below. Your veins filled with ice as you began to panic. 

You collapsed with a scream, reaching out and cradling his head in your hands. It smeared under your palms and across his skin, but you tried to push that out of your mind. He grunted a bit but his eyes didn't open. "Charlie? C'mon, baby, look at me!"

"Move," Aaron's voice came from the side, and he pushed you away. His hands wandered under Charlie's neck, and you realized he was checking for a pulse. 

"No, no, no," you sputtered, unable to comprehend the sight before you. It was all too much, and you couldn't do this without him. You needed him. 

You tried to put your hands on Charlie again, babbling like a child, "Charlie, baby. Baby, please wake up!"

"Reid, get her out of here!" Aaron snapped, and before you knew it a pair of hands grabbed you under the armpits and lifted you in the air. 

"Get off me! Let me go!" you screeched, kicking and flailing, but Spencer never dropped you. 

He pushed you out the door, and you managed to wiggle out of his grasp, falling to the floor. Your morning sickness hit, and before you knew it you threw up all over the ground.  

The gawking staff and customers cast a wide berth, not wanting to get your sick on them even during a time like this. Spencer's pulled back your ponytail as you threw up again. 

"It’s okay, it's gonna be okay," he soothed, rubbing a palm over your spine. "Sweethe-."

"Get off me!" you snarled, shoving him away. Spencer lifted his hands from you and held them up to prove he wouldn't touch you again. You panted as you watched him on your knees, "Let me in there. Now."

He shook his head firmly, getting on his knees to block you. "I can't do that. I called 911, and they're on their way. You'll only get in the way."

Your face scrunched up in rage as you pointed past him, "That's my husband in there!"

Spencer sighed and nodded. You watched in confusion as a tear trickled down his cheek. 

"I know."

"He needs me." 

Spencer shook his head now and wiped his face, "He needs EMS, and Hotch is first aid certified. You need to stay here."

You couldn't focus your rage anywhere else but at him, lurching forward and shoving him again from your spot on your knees. "You don't get to tell me what to do! Not you, not ever again!"

"Okay," he agreed sotfly. Spencer looked like he wanted to touch you again, but he kept himself back. "Okay, whatever you want."

All the fight left your body as you began to hear sirens, and you went mostly limp on the floor. Tears streaked down your cheeks, your hands slick with blood as you watched the love of your life keep you away from your soulmate. 

"He's my husband," you whispered tearfully. 

"I know," Spencer said again, his chin wobbling. He nodded bravely, but his eyes were red and watery. He gave you a weak smile. 

"I know."

Notes: I promise you we'll have a happy ending!

I also wanted to say thank you. I know this was a long update coming, but I have had some of the craziest stuff go on, both good and bad! I chose to work on other stories since I had a block on this for so long, and people gave me a lot of hate... so for those of you who were nice and encouraging, THANK YOU <3 It means a lot to me.

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