Open Back - Part Two (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Part One can be found here.
Spencer graciously accepted his award, and it filled your heart to see how proud he looked of himself. You knew he struggled with self-confidence growing up, even though you couldn’t fathom why; to you, he was perfect.
Spencer thanked his team individually, you knew they were like his family. He thanked his Godsons, and finally he thanked you. He thanked you for putting with him in your childhood. With a blush and a coy smile, he thanked you for letting him have “the prettiest date here”. Morgan ruffled you hair as you held back the embarrassingly large grin that was creeping onto your face. Garcia punched him the arm for toughing up her masterpiece that was your hair.
Spencer finished his speech and stepped off the stage with his award in his hand. He was immediately swept up in handshakes and hugs from his fellow agents. You could see on his face that he was uncomfortable with all the touching and attention, but he accepted the congratulations with thanks. He kept looking over to you with an apologetic gaze, but you just offered an understanding smile in return.
Spencer was able to wiggle his way out of the gathering crowd and make his way over to you and the team. Each of his friends enveloped him in a giant bear hug, and this time he looked a lot more at ease. You waited at the side until he was free, and his team went into the hallway to give the two of you some privacy.
You walked over to Spencer and took the award from his hands. You placed it on the table behind you and turned back to him. You took his face into your hand and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “I am so proud of you.” You whispered. You knew the hardships Spence had overcome to get where he was in his career. You only wished that you would have had the courage to follow him to DC all those years ago.
Spencer buried his face in the nook of your neck, just breathing in your scent. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you; you were both just grateful to be in each other’s company. Growing up, you never left each other’s sides after school. When he did he post grad at Cal Tech, you knew you had to follow him there. You weren’t finished school by the time Spencer was accepted into the FBI, and you didn’t want to hold him back. Although you hadn’t ever technically dated, you both knew you had found your soulmate in each other.
A content hum from Spencer broke you out of travelling down memory lane. Spencer kissed your cheek, your forehead, and then your nose. He rested his forehead against yours. “ I want to hear everything that’s happened with you over the past 6 years,” he mumbled. He took your hand in his. “Did you want to go back to my place and catch up?”
You thought you saw his eyes get darker, but you quickly attributed that to wishful thinking. “Well, seeing as I am awful at planning ahead and I have nowhere to stay tonight, that would be great!” He smiled and grabbed the award from behind you. He cheekily used this an excuse to trail his hand down your bare back. You shivered, which did not go unnoticed by your profiler best friend.
“Looks like I’m going home with two prizes tonight,” he whispered in your ear, then he nicked your earlobe between his teeth. You gasped, once again not knowing where this side of Spencer was coming from.
The cab ride back to Spencer’s apartment was silent. You rested your head on his shoulder, and he rubbed soothing circles on the back of your hand. You wanted to take this time to talk to him and catch up, but you were afraid that your shaky voice would give you away. It was unlike Spencer to make such blatant sexual advances. And as much as you wanted to rip off his suit in the back of the taxi, you knew your heart couldn’t take a one night stand with this man. You wanted to spend every night with him for the rest of your life. Maybe it was for the best if this didn’t happen.
When you arrived at Spencer’s apartment, you immediately felt at home. It was covered in books and mugs, much like his previous apartments had been. You took off your heels and turned to find Spencer awkwardly standing in the hallway. You could read Spencer like an open book. You could tell he was second guessing himself, trying to calculate in his brain what he should do or say next. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable and you had missed your conversations, so you took his hand and led him gently to his couch.
“Look, Y/N, I am so grateful you’re here, and kissing you at the gala was more euphoric that I could try to put into words, but I’ve been thinking about tomorrow when you have to leave and …” You stopped his rambling with a peck. “It’s OK, Spence. I was thinking the same thing.” Relief washed over Spencer’s face.
You grabbed a blanket from behind the couch and layed it over the two of you. You nuzzled Spencer so his back was against the pillows and you cuddled up to his chest. He put an arm around you rested his cheek on top of your head. You talked for hours about this, that, and everything, filling each other in on every detail of your lives from the past 6 years.
Before you knew it, Spencer glanced at his watch and saw it was nearly 5 o’clock in the morning. “Spence, I’m so sorry I kept you up so late! You probably have to work in the morning.” You got up from the couch and started looking for your purse. “Actually, Emily gave us the day off. I’m more worried about you catching your plane!”
“Remember when I told you I was awful at planning ahead? I actually didn’t book a return flight.” You had hoped you and Spencer would hit it off again and you could spend a few extra days in the city. But you were nervous Spencer would be busy or uninterested, so you hadn’t made any concrete plans. “I’m a contract worker now, so I haven’t booked any jobs for the next few weeks.”
A glimmer of hope shone in Spencer’s eyes. “So you’re not doing anything in the immediate future? I have over 7 weeks of holiday time built up. Maybe we could explore the city together?”
You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, laying your head against his chest. “I would like that very much, Dr. Spencer Reid.” You realized you were still wearing your evening gown and Spencer was still in his suit. “I left my suitcase at JJ’s house. Can we swing by there before we paint the town red?”
Spencer looked down at you, contemplative, then down to the dress you were wearing, and held you a little tighter. He took a deep breath, and slowly undid the zipper that ran down your side, running his fingers against the bare skin at your waist. “How about we get your extra clothes tomorrow?”
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