A Moment of Jealousy | S.R.
Summary: Reader offers to help Spencer when he needs a plus one to go to his friend's wedding. What she didn't expect was to feel so angry when one of your coworkers starts flirting with him.
Warnings:female reader, no use of (Y/N); jealousy; fake dating; fluff; little bit of angst; friends to lovers; coworkers to lovers; mentions fo drinking; mild smut (+18); secret relationship until it isn't.
Word Count: 4.1K
Requested by: @hb-writes
A/N: Hey there, love. I'm sorry it took me forever to fill your request, but I got carried away and made it a whole oneshot instead of just a blurb. A special thanks to @foxy-eva for beta-reading this one.
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You tried, really hard, not to let people know how annoyed you were by the situation.
“I didn’t know you two were together,” Elizabeth says, surprised.
“Not for long, so we’re keeping it low while everything is still new,” Spencer answers, smiling at you. You smile back, looking at Elizabeth who was already staring back at you.
“I heard about how you arrested that guy last week. It must have been scary.”
“Yeah, it was but I had backup, so I knew it would be okay to push it a little bit.”
“Everybody’s impressed, I heard people in the white-collar department talking about it.
“It was a team effort.” You smile, politely.
“Teamwork is difficult in its own way, it must be harder on you two. Spencer is so clever and you are so…” she paused, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, “so strong.”
Blinking once, twice, you force yourself to give her a grim smile, but after that, the conversation turned into a blur for you. It took everything in you not to take it personally, you and Spencer were not dating after all, but the comparison just made you feel… inappropriate. Like you weren’t enough to be with someone like him.
When Elizabeth finally left, you could barely control your feelings.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you exclaimed, making Spencer turn his head to look at you.
“What happened,” he asked, confused.
“What happened? What happened, seriously,” you asked, incredulous. “What fucking happened is that Elizabeth has been flirting with you for the past hour and you did nothing to stop her,” sneering, you made sure to spell her name with a sickly sweet voice.
Spencer frowned, turning his head to search for Elizabeth, who, of course, was looking back at him, trying to look demure as she waved at him right before putting a loose strand of hair behind her ear. In his defense, he did look oblivious to agent Parker’s advances towards him, which did absolutely nothing to wane your anger. When he looked back at you, something seemed to click inside that big brain of his.
“Oh,” he exclaimed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, “you’re jealous.”
“I am…” it took you a moment to process his words, “Am I what?”
“Jealous,” he promptly answered. “Of Elizabeth,” Spencer made sure to stress her name and you wondered, for a second, where that smug smile came from.
“You’re fucking delusional, Doctor. I’m just worried about how you’re making me look like a complete idiot by flirting with Agent Parker. We’re supposed to be a fucking couple, after all.”
“Yeah, I know,” he nodded, “and that was your idea.”
“To save your ass, because you’re always alone in those kinds of events and you didn’t want to come with that woman Morgan set you up with… What was her name? Kristen?”
“Lauren,” Spencer corrected, putting his hands in his pockets, smirking.
Of course he remembered the name.
“Whatever. It does matter that your friend is getting married, you didn’t want to come alone and I’m here to help you. All I’m asking in exchange is that you don’t make me look like a fool by flirting with someone else.”
"That 's it,” he asked, taking a step closer.
“Yeah,” you nodded, skipping a breath as he stepped closer again, resting one of his hands on the small of your back, “that’s it.”
“Now, you see, I don’t believe you.”
He was so close that you could hear his breath and feel the heat of his body.
“What I do believe, is that you came here with me because you didn’t want anybody else in your place, anybody else with me, and that you’re so riled up by Elizabeth talking to me only because you’re jealous of her, even though all the poor woman did was compliment you the whole time.”
“I… what?”
“She’s interested in you, not me,” Spencer explained and suddenly you felt more like a fool than before.
Looking over his shoulder you could see the disappointed look on Elizabeth's face as she looked at the two of you, but she did smile when your eyes met and, even in the distance, you could swear she was blushing.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” Spencer laughed.
“This doesn’t mean that I’m jealous.”
“Oh, it doesn't?”
“No, it does not,” you answered, blinking a couple of times, still trying to process what was happening.
“So you wouldn't mind if I wanted to leave right now, taking you to your home and deciding to go out with Lauren? She texted me a few minutes ago.”
You bit your tongue before answering a faint, “No.”
Spencer hummed, letting go of you and offering his hand for you to take.
“Let’s go then, we already did what was supposed to be done here. Don’t want to let Lauren wait.”
“You… what?” For a moment, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Here you were, doing him a favor, and he was paying you back by talking to another woman all this time? “If you’ve been talking to her all this time you should've brought her with you, not me,” you exclaimed, letting go of his hand, walking past him only to hear him laugh.
Turning around, you saw Spencer smiling smugly and all you wanted at that moment was to wipe it out of his face.
“What’s so funny, Reid?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Yes,” he confirmed, “you.”
“What’s so funny about me,” you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
“How many times I gotta say that I’m not… Wait, you just said that I’m cute?”
“That’s what you registered from what I said?” he asked, with a hint of amusement in his tone.
“No, good Doctor, I was saying that I’m not…”
You never got to finish the sentence because Spencer pulled you to him by the hand and planted his lips on yours and, suddenly, you didn’t want to talk anymore. All you wanted was to be able to feel his lips against yours all the time.
Spencer wasn’t half as gentle as you imagined him to be. His hands gripped you tight, keeping you impossibly close to him, and his chapped lips were hungry against your own. When you both came up for air he gave you a quick peck, smiling.
“There’s no Lauren.”
Still in a daze from the kiss, it took you a minute to process his words.
“What?”
“There’s no Lauren. There never was. Morgan just said he was tired from both of us circling around each other, so when the wedding invitation came up he took it upon himself to bring us together. He said you would be jealous about me bringing someone else to the party, so he created that someone.”
“Morgan… what?” Still confused, you were unable to form a coherent sentence.
You were going to kill Derek.
“He wasn’t exactly wrong, was he?”
“You were on board with that?”
He smiled, sheepishly, looking a little bit guilty.
“I’m gonna kill you…”
Again, you were interrupted mid-sentence by Spencer’s lips on yours. Not that you were complaining.
“You’re not going to kill anyone,” he said, both of you out of breath. “Here’s what is going to happen. We’re going to say our goodbyes to the newlyweds, I’m going to take you home, and you’re going to invite me for coffee.”
When you opened your mouth to speak Spencer silenced you again, this time by resting his thumb against your lips.
“Ah,” he reprimanded. “We’re both going up and we’re gonna have a talk about what is happening between us. Okay?”
You weren’t sure what did it for you: maybe it was the hazel of his eyes shining so brightly as he looked at you or his honeyed voice as he told you what was going to happen, maybe it was the way he was holding you so close to his body that made you so comfortable it felt like home. What you were sure of was that there was no point in trying to hide it anymore.
“Okay,” you sighed, relaxing into his arms much to Spencer’s content.
He kissed your forehead, releasing you from his arms and clasping your hand in his instead. When you two turned around to say your goodbyes, there were a couple of people staring at you, including Elizabeth. You shied away from their stares, noticing a blushing Spencer guide you through the crowd. Then you felt a hand grasping your arm gently, making you stop and see an old lady, who you recognized as the bride’s grandmother, smiling at you.
“It’s so beautiful to see such a young couple like yourselves be so in love with each other. It reminds me of me and my husband, we were married for 63 years until he passed away. There will be hard times, but don’t give up on love. I wish you two the very best,” she patted your hand and left, smiling.
You looked at Spencer dumbfounded, finding him looking at you already, a smile on his face. Spencer only squeezed your hand, leading you to the newlyweds before you two left the reception, looking for a taxi.
The ride to your home was silent, your hands intertwined as both of you looked through the windows in opposite directions. After you entered your apartment things shifted from 1 to 100 in a second.
Before you could understand what was happening, Spencer had you pressed between his body and your door, his lips hungry against yours. Responding in kind, your hands found his hair, tugging at it and making him moan against your lips.
Walking both of you to the couch, you gently pushed Spencer to fall against it, quickly straddling his hips before you could lose the courage to do so. Your kisses were greedy, his hands trailing up your thighs, hiking your dress in between his fingers.
You lost no time in freeing him from his jacket, and then his tie, making quick work of unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt, trailing kisses along his jaw and down his throat.
“Wait,” he mumbled, holding both your hands in his own, making you stop to look at him. “We need to talk.”
He was right. That was what you were here for in the first place, you were just too lost in each other and ended up caught up in the moment.
“Yeah,” you nodded, taking a deep breath, “yeah, you’re right.”
You two stared at each other for a moment before kissing again. It was too easy to lose yourself in him, but you really needed to talk so, despite your desires, it was your turn to part from him.
“Coffee,” you murmured against his lips.
Spencer nodded, eyes traveling down your figure as you got up, observing as you set your dress straight.
“Yeah, coffee.”
The two of you looked at each other for a moment too long and before you could change your mind, you turned around and left for the kitchen to start making your coffee.
Suddenly there was a presence behind you, strong hands at your waist pulling you close to his body while Spencer trailed kisses down your neck.
“What happened with talking?”
He turned you around in a swift motion, helping you up to sit on the kitchen counter and making quick work of standing between your legs.
“We can talk later.”
And then his lips were on yours and everything else faded to black. There was nothing but him, the feeling of his hands roaming your body, the taste of him on your tongue. It had always been easy for you to get lost in Spencer: in his words, the way he talked, his mannerisms. You shouldn’t have been surprised at how natural it felt to get lost in his touch, letting desire take over as you two melted against one another.
You were too hungry for each other, kissing and grabbing at whatever bit of skin was revealed. One of your hands rested against his chest, right above his heart, feeling his heartbeat, delighted when you noticed how each one of them matched yours. It was as if everything the both of you had gone through was supposed to end here, at this moment, when you were so in tune with one another that even your heartbeats were in sync.
“I want you,” he panted against your lips.
“Then have me,” you answered, before he joined your bodies, making you gasp his name, eyes closing as you gave yourself to him completely.
Waking up next to Spencer should have made you feel in the clouds but it had the opposite effect. Thinking about the previous night, you became worried that all that had been just a one-time thing, maybe the alcohol talking, some unresolved sexual tension that would probably dissolve now that you two got it out of the way. How would it be at work? Would it change anything? Of course, it would, there was no way you would be able to ignore what had happened. You hated how your brain simply wouldn’t let you be happy for more than two seconds.
Spencer stirred awake, slowly stretching his long limbs beside you before resting an arm around your waist, and nuzzling your hair.
“‘Morning,” he mumbled in a raspy voice, nuzzling your hair.
“‘Morning,” you answered, basking in his warmth and affection, forgetting your worries for a second.
Considering how averse to touch Spencer is, you were pleasantly surprised at how good he was with his hands and mouth. Despite the fact that both of you were a little tipsy, Spencer made sure to explore every inch of your body, seemingly as much touch-starved as you were.
Leaning in, he captured your lips in his, kissing you lazily as both of you started to process being awake.
“We should’ve done that sooner,” he said, leaning into his elbow to be able to look at you.
“What? Have a good night of sleep?” You joked, grinning at him.
Spencer smiled back, quickly tickling you, making you squirm and beg for him to stop. When he finally relents, you look at him, both of you wearing big smiles.
“We never got to talk last night.” You laid on your back, looking for his reaction.
“Do we need to? Because I think things are pretty clear after what happened.” He grins.
Playfully, you slapped his arm and silence filled the room for a moment.
“What now?” you asked.
“I think it is safe to say that we both want to try this out or we wouldn’t be here. So we do just that, take it slow, see what happens.”
Nodding, you snuggled closer to him. Spencer pulls you to rest partially on top of him, kissing your hairline.
“Do we need a label?” you asked.
“Not if you don’t want one.”
“Do you need one?” You asked, lifting your head to look at him.
“Not as long as I have you.” He answered, leaning in to peck your lips.
“Coffee?” You grinned, making him laugh.
“Coffee.”
Never in your life would you imagine that after one night, just one night, it would be so difficult to pretend that anything has happened between you and Spencer.
Of course, you were prepared for that when you offered to go with him to the wedding, but you also didn’t imagine that you two would end up in your bed, so you were kinda expecting that things would be less awkward. The team would ask how things had gone, and you would tell them how the party sucked and that was it.
Instead, you had to be careful to not look all lovey-dovey when you arrived in the bullpen, after having to part ways before going into the building to avoid letting people know you two have come to work together.
As you expected, Penelope was waiting for you as you stepped out of the elevator, dragging you to the Batcave before you could utter a word.
“Tell me, how was it?”
She was practically bouncing on her chair, excitedly waiting for your answer.
You had to bite the inside of your cheek before answering.
“Boring,” you answered.
It was partially true. You were never a fan of weddings, even more when you don’t know anybody, so the ceremony, even though beautiful, was not enough to get your attention. After the reception, though…
“Oh, common, you can do better than that.” She complained. “Was the bride beautiful?”
“Yeah, she was. Very traditional, white dress, pretty flowers and all that jazz.”
“And boy wonder?” She asked, a hint of mischief in her smile.
“Spencer was… Spencer.” Which was more than enough for you. “He was, you know, wearing a suit, worn out converse, just… Spencer.”
“And I bet girls were all over him.”
You chuckled a bit at that, remembering Elizabeth.
“Yeah, they were.”
“Nothing more for you to tell me?” she inquired.
“We got out of the party, Spencer took me home, and we’re here now. That's it. Nothing interesting to talk about.” You said, omitting the in-between Spencer taking you home and you two get to work.”
“That sucks,” Penelope complained, making you laugh.
“Sorry for disappointing you.” You shrugged, getting up and patting her shoulder.
“There’s always next time.”
You met Spencer at his desk. Looking around before approaching him, making sure no one was around, you nodded at him.
“JJ and Emily got me the moment I entered the bullpen.” He complained, making you smile in sympathy.
“Pen was waiting for me outside by the elevator.”
He hissed, opening and closing his hands, which you deduced was his way of avoiding reaching out to you.
“This leaves us with Rossi and Hotch,” he said.
“They won’t ask.” You assure him, before thinking again. “I think.”
“Maybe not to us.”
“Well, they do have the girls as a source of gossip.” You sighed.
“Derek on the other hand…” Spencer started, trailing off as you two saw Morgan enter the room.
He looked at the both of you like he knew something the others didn’t. And he did know, considering how he and Spencer had planned the whole “Lauren” thing.
Pretending nothing happened and ignoring the smirk on your friend’s face, you head to your desk, preparing yourself for work.
Not long after, you got him alone in the kitchen under the pretense of getting a refill, standing beside him as you stirred the fresh coffee in your mug.
“You’re gonna regret this.” You said, giving him a side glance.
“Regret what, pretty girl?” Derek asked, turning around to lean into the counter, eyes fixed on you. “Getting you and pretty boy together?”
“We’re not together.” You answered quickly, taking a sip of your coffee to distract yourself.
“Come on, you may have tricked the rest with your lies but don’t forget that I know everything about Lauren.” He grinned.
“Yeah, that’s the reason why you should watch your back.” You smiled sweetly at him, the slightest treat in your tone.
“Should I be worried, pretty girl?” He smiled back, sipping his coffee.
“Oh, I don’t know. You know how people are, someone could share some compromising photos of a certain agent when he was a child, or maybe tell your baby girl about you ignored her advice and went to dinner with that girl… What was her name? Oh, Vivian, right?”
“You wouldn’t.” He said, a hint of worry when you mentioned Penelope.
“Just watch your back, Morgan.”
It only took the time for you to reach the door for his voice to ring in your ears again.
“Or I could always tell people how our pretty boy and pretty girl are now a pretty couple.”
Not daring to turn around to look at him, you gripped your mug tighter, trying to mask
“We’re not a couple, I already…”
He interrupted you, saying, “You arrived together.”
You gulped, closing your eyes and swearing mentally.
“We did not,” you denied.
“Pretty girl, I saw you two in the parking lot,” Derek explained, standing beside you.
“Derek, you won’t…”
“My lips are sealed.” He said, making a zip signal. “But if you wanna keep this low you two have to be more careful. Penelope might have bought your story this time but you know how she is.”
“I know, I know. She’s going to kill the both of us when she discovers this.” You said, pinching the bridge of your nose. “We just want to take things slow.”
“I’m not blaming you for not coming out in the open about this now, just take care.” He said, getting closer and placing a kiss on your forehead. “And just so you know, I’m glad that you both are figuring this out, whatever it is.”
You smiled, “Thanks, Derek.”
It was a slow day, with lots of paperwork and boring stuff.
“Drinks tonight. Who's game?” Emily asks, getting up from her chair and picking up her jacket.
JJ nodded, “I’ll let Will know that I’ll be out a little late.”
“You don’t even have to ask,” Derek said.
Spencer looked your way and silently agreed that going out for drinks with a bunch of profilers so soon wasn’t a good idea.
“I think I’ll pass this time.” You said, not making a move to leave. “Yesterday I had drinks enough for a couple of days.”
“Giving trouble to Spencer, huh,” JJ said.
Spencer blushed a little. “Just a little bit.”
Everybody laughed as you rolled your eyes, trying to avoid thinking about the kind of trouble you’ve had given him.
Morgan looked at you with a hint of a smile on his lips.
"Let's go then. Hotch and Rossi will meet us there in a few, I’ll go get Penelope.” He said, leaving.
“Spencer?” JJ asked.
“Not today, thanks,” he refuses.
“She really gave you trouble yesterday, huh?” JJ joked, before saying her goodbyes to you two.
“You have no idea,” Spencer mumbled under his breath, a smirk on his face.
You throw a ball of paper at him, making him laugh. After that, the both of you prepare to leave in silence, walking together to the elevator.
“My house or yours?” Spencer asked.
“Aren’t we going a little too fast?”
“Haven’t we danced around each other long enough?” He retorted, looking at you.
“Mine.”
In the end, going slow turned out to be far from what both of you wanted. When Spencer wasn’t in your apartment, you were in his, and it was becoming more and more difficult to hide things from your colleagues.
There were countless times in the past few months when you two almost got caught by them. The last one had been in the kitchen when the two of you were getting coffee and Spencer took the risk of taking your hand and his at the same time that Emily entered. You were quick to drop your mug as a diversion, but it was close enough to make the two of you try and distance yourself a little more at work. That seemed to work until one of the times the team decided to go out after a case.
You had roomed with Emily, making it impossible for you and Spencer to see each other for over a week. The both of you were touch starved, having missed each other more than anything despite having seen each other every day. That leads you to this fateful moment.
“So that’s what you two have been sneaking around these past few months,” Emily exclaimed, making you and Spencer jump away from each other.
“If we tell you that this is not what you’re thinking, it won’t work, right?” Spencer asked with his big brown eyes, looking as guilty as someone could be.
“Absolutely not.” She said looking between the two of you with a smirk on her lips. “We’ve been betting on how much time you two would be oblivious over the fact that we all knew.”
“You knew?” You asked and Emily nodded. “All of you?”
“The wedding, right?” She asked, making you try and get your jaw off the floor.
“Fuck,” you and Spencer spoke at the same time.
“Come on, lovebirds. Let’s go downstairs and meet the others for drinks.”
You looked at Spencer, that only shrugged, taking your hand in his so you could follow Emily to the elevator. At that moment, you thought that everything was falling into place. You had Spencer and that’s what mattered.
