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Not too long later, we were on our way. The radio playing softly, provided background noise for our conversations. We spoke about our days of work, and I filled him in about how brutal customers can be sometimes.
"I'm sorry you had a bad day at work." he pouted, tapping his hand on my thigh before resting his elbow ion the center console, continuing to drive with one hand.
"It's okay! George brought doughnuts and then you called, and now here we are!" I cheered.
"Is George your secret boyfriend?" Matthew joked, bumping me with his hand, a smile across his lips.
And while, I wanted to answer, I knew there was no point, instead changing the subject. We ended up talking about old friends, family and childhood memories. Matthew was so easy to talk to. He was always listening to every word I spoke.
We finally arrived, pulling into the car park of a park/playground. and Matthew selected a park closer to the playground. I reached for my door handle, but Matthew's hand on my shoulder caught my attention. I looked over at him, and he shook his head at me, climbing out and opening the back door. He pulled out something, it looked like a picnic basket, stood back and closed both doors. He made his way around to my door, opening for it and standing back allowing me to get out.
Shutting the door and linking his arm with mine, we made our way over to an open area of grass where Matthew unlinked our arms. he put the basket on the ground, opening it and pulling out a blanket, spreading it over the ground. He sat down on the blanket, bringing the basket onto the end of it and looked up at me.
His eyes glistened behind his glasses which were lit up by some light posts surrounding the playground. The Spring breeze was soft, fresh and fragrant, blowing the loose curls of Matthew's hair. I took Matthew's hand as he held it out to me, helping me to the ground. The blanket was cool from the slowly dampening ground. The sun was almost setting, oranges and purples filling the sky. I sat down on a lean, sitting almost on my hip, facing Matthew who mirrored me.
He leaned over to the basket, where he pulled out a bottle of bubbly white and two glasses. Placing the glasses between us, he opened the bottle and poured some wine in each glass. He put the lid back on the bottle, laying it on the ground against the basket.
"To new beginnings and fun risks!" He toasted, lifting his glass up in the air. I returned the gesture, clinking our glasses together.
We each took sips of our drinks before placing them down onto the blanket in front of us. He went back for the basket, shifting himself into his knees. He pulled out a loaf of bread, setting it next to the bottle of wine. He then started pulling out small containers, placing them around the loaf of bread.
I sat up fully, curious to see what he was doing. I lifted one container, inspecting it to see what was inside, surprised to find sliced tomato. He continued to pull out a few other small containers and finally a plastic packet, which he handed to me seeing how intrigued I had become. A packet of sliced ham is what he gave me. I put it all together, seeing all the ingredients laid out and figured we'd be making our own sandwiches.
"I didn't know what you liked, so, I picked something that you could make your own!" Matthew said, finally sitting back, gesturing over the spread. He handed me a plastic plate, holding onto when I tried to take it. I looked up into his eyes, wondering why he didn't let go. He smiled at me softly as his eyes wandered my face before finally letting go.
"Help yourself and let me know if there's anything missing." He pointed to the food.
"Thank you, Matthew." I grinned before turning to the food. I laid my plate down, reaching for the bread, my eyes scanning over the now open containers, seeing what options I had.
On one slice of bread, I layered, ham, cucumber, lettuce, tomato and finally another slice of ham before another slice of bread.
I sat back, allowing Matthew to make his own. I watched him make his sandwich as I had felt him doing to me. He glanced back a few times, at my sandwich before adding another topping. I noted that he was copying the layers of my sandwich.
"Why?" I asked, cocking my head to the side slightly.
"Why what? Why the same layers? You looked like you knew what you were doing. I trust you." He said, answering his own question. The reply took me by surprise as he added the last slice of bread. He lifted his plate and sat back, facing me with his legs crossed. I laughed as he sat his plate in my lap, copying me.
I picked up my sandwich, securing the back of it. I took a big bite, bigger than I had intended, the smell of the salads caused me to realise how hungry I actually was. I hummed a moan at the flavour, and Matthew did, too. I could tell that he was genuinely enjoying the sandwich, and not just copying me anymore, the expression on his face as his eyes rolled back were all tell tale signs. We sat there, not saying a word, only eating our sandwiches. Small moans and the occasional sounds of chewing filling the air between us.
The sun setting, caused the whole scene to become even more romantic as the moon gently lit up our figures and glistened on the dewy ground. We both finished eating and Matthew collected our plates, stacking them to the side as he packed up the containers, putting them away into the basket, setting the stacked plates on top. He took my now empty glass and set it next to the wine bottle along with his own. He turned around, looking at me and stood up.
"Come." the word simple, effective, but gentle. His hands were pointed out toward me and I took them. My own hands becoming nearly entirely enveloped inside his.
His arms draped over my shoulders, his hands resting on my lower back, pulling me flush against him. My head resting on his chest, his heart beating in my ear. My own arms wrapped around his waist, my hands reaching as far around to the opposite sides as possible. I felt his chin rest on my head for a moment. He lifted his chine off, replacing it with a kiss, his heartbeat in my ear speeding up as he did so. I gave him a squeeze in response, the smile on my face growing bigger.
His arms lifted from me, his hands grabbing my shoulders as he pulled me back slightly. I looked up into his eyes, his glasses has fallen down slightly so I pushed them back up, allowing my fingers to trail gently over his lips and jaw before returning it back to it's spot around his waist. We stood there in silence for a moment, staring into each others eyes, smiling at each other.
Matthew finally pulled away, the warmth of hi body being replace by the cool night air and goosebumps formed over my skin. He had caught one of my hands in the midst of pulling away, leading me over to the playground. We walked to the swing set, where he released my hand and sat on one of the swings, an empty one next to him. I followed his actions, sitting on the free one, seeing how happy he was, swinging with anticipation.
We both started swinging, keeping in time for a bit until Matthew decided to go higher. I took that as a challenge, and tried to go even higher. Eventually, we were both swinging so high, the chains slacked as we reached our peak height before we were caught with a jolt at the bottom. We were both laughing from just how silly we were being, and soon I started to slow myself. I stopped swinging my legs and soon the swing calmed. I jumped off the swing, landing in on the barks chunks with a small 'crunch', I posed while saying "Ta-Da!".
I turned around to look at Matthew, who was mid-air jumping from his own swing. I started clapping, doing small jumps in excitement. My eyes closed for a brief moment, Matthew taking this opportunity to run to me. His footsteps quick, reaching me before I knew what was going on. My heart leapt from my chest as I was lifted into the air, holding on for dear life for a moment, my eyes squeezed shut, until Matthew said,
"You're beautiful." The words took me by surprise. I looked down at him from my place in his arms, the biggest goofiest smile on his lips.
"You are!" I replied, booping his nose with me own, pulling back to look at him. My face turned hot from the feelings rushing around inside me, butterflies in my stomach.
We were caught in that moment, staring into each others eyes. I couldn't help it when my eyes wandered onto his lips, my face being drawn towards his. Matthew had been glancing at my lips, too, licking his own lips once before his own face was drifting forward. With one final look at each other's lips we-
*FLASH*
We snapped away from each other, looking in the direction the flash had come from. Soon, there was another and Matthew put me down, telling me to stay put. He headed in the direction of the small group of trees where the flash had come from. The person who was hiding there ran off before Matthew had the chance to say anything and he headed back to me.
Reaching me, he cupped my face in his hands, looking deep into my eyes,
"Let's get out of here." was all he said. The words simple, but effective and we headed back to the picnic.
We packed up the rest of the picnic and I folded the blanket as neatly as possible. Matthew carried the basket and we walked to the car. We got in, throwing the stuff we were carrying into the back. The car started and Matthew drove out of the carpark without saying a word.
"Where are we going?" I asked him, breaking the silence.
"To my place." he said, and kept driving, his eyes on the road.
I woke up feeling refreshed. Getting ready for work was effortless and the drive to the cafe was bliss. I arrived at the cafe and found Matthew already there, waving me down. I walked over to where he was, surprised to see him here at all.
"You've arrived right on time. I may or may not have remembered your order and got you a little something." He said with a wink, sliding the coffee cup over the table and toward the empty seat. I graciously sat down, accepting the coffee from him.
"I wasn't expecting to see you today." I mentioned, happy to see his cheerful face.
"Yeah, I know. I said if take care of the coffee run!" He smiled, raising his cup to me.
I returned the gesture, rasing my own cup to his, tapping them together and taking a sip.
"Say, I've not asked you yet, and tell me off if you like, but how old are you?" He quizzed, taking another sip of his coffee, looking at me over the top of his glasses.
Suddenly, my breath was caught in my throat and my hands became clammy. I already knew he was older than me, by quite a bit and I didn't want to spook him off by taking him just how much younger I was.
"How old do you think I am? If you had to guess?" My cheeks flushed and I was praying that he would guess anything close to my age.
After some thought, and done studying of my face, he answered,
"Between twenty and twenty-six." I nodded in response, holding in a sigh of relief that threatened to escape my lips. With my wishes really, he studied me one again, leaning over the table, getting very close to my face. So close I could feel his breath over my face. He retracted himself, his eyes wandering over the top half of my body. I had a button up shirt on with the top button undone, because any amount of bust caused the buttons to pop anyway. This seemed to draw his attention for a brief moment before he replied with an answer.
"Twenty-three."
I sucked in a breath through my teeth before pressing my lips together, "Close, but no dice, Sir."
After a couple more guesses, I told him my age and he was not convinced. He insisted that I had to be older than twenty-one.
"Well age is just a number." He said, lifting his cup to his lips, trying to hide the smirk that appeared on them before taking a sip.
Our time together was soon over because we both had to go to work. The banter between us was growing into a playful-flirting almost... Or, maybe it was just me.
He walked me to my car, hugged me and waved goodbye, turning and heading back inside. I hopped into my car and drove to work.
The day at work was especially long, seemed everyone had some sort of problem today. And being the section manager, it was my duty to deal with the being of it, only taking it higher if the customer wasn't satisfied.
After a long day of forwarding emails and taking abusive phone calls, George's beautiful face appeared in my doorway, bringing some light into my day. He had a small box of doughnuts in his hand and I swear I could have kissed him. My tense body finally started relaxing as I watched him set the box down on my desk and plopping himself into the chair on the other side of my desk.
"So, tomorrow's the day right?" his eyebrows wiggled as he smirked, selecting a doughnut from the box between us. I smiled at him, he always knew how to make me feel better.
"What are you guys gonna get up to?" His tone suggestive as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"I haven't been told anything, so I can't give you any juicy deets. But, I can fill you in after." I replied, taking a bite of my own doughnut, the caramel icing melting in my mouth, a small moan coming from me as I savoured the flavour.
"If it's half as good as you make that doughnut sound, I need to know every little detail!" He finished, popping the last bite of his doughnut in his mouth. He got up from the chair, walking around to me, sticking his arms or in front of him with his fingers gesturing that I needed to get up. I did so and was wrapped in a tight hug where we swayed slightly. He pulled back, looking into my eyes,
"Y/N, you are amazing. You are beautiful and you are strong. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. I appreciate your and everything you do. I'm always here if you need me." With another quick big, he resided his eyebrow at me once he was pulled back again, waiting for a reply.
"I know, George. Thank you. I'm here for you, too. I love you." I told him, wholeheartedly.
We packed up the leftover doughnuts and he insisted that I take them. We walked exothermic to our cars, one last hug before we wanted each other goodbye.
I got into my car and sighed a happy sigh. George was always able to make any bad day better. The bond we had was so strong. Working together for nearly 3 years, watching each other grow from team member to leaders of our own sections. We encouraged each other in every aspect of our lives and nothing has been able to come between us.
My thoughts were broken when my phone rang. I reached into my back pocket and looked at the screen, I was pleased to see Matthew's name displayed across it. I swiped up to answer the call bringing the phone to my ear,
"Hey you!" I called into the phone.
"Hey you!" He called back
"This is a lovely surprise, to what to I owe the pleasure?" My free hand started reworking a piece of my hair that was dangling in front of my shoulder.
"Well, I've finished early and I was wondering if you'd be interested in moving our tomorrow up tonight?" The question bonded around in my head and I loved the thought I'd getting able to spend more time with him.
"You sure there isn't anyone else you'd rather spend your time with?" I smirked, my tone becoming slowly suggestive.
"Well, I mean, if you're not up for it..." Matthew's tone matching mine.
I looked at the time in my phone quickly, 5:03pm, "Meet me at my place in about forty-five minutes? I'm tell you my address." Before he could answer, I hung up, quickly starting my car and driving home.
Once home, I rushed inside, kicking off my shoes and running for the shower. My hair was already washed, so I just washed my body over, getting all the gunk of the day off. I turned off the shower, wrapped myself in a towel and ran to my room. Throwing the towel on my bed after quickly wiping over myself, trying to think of what to wear.
I opened the doors of my wardrobe scanning quickly before my eyes landed on a purple top, it was a sheer material with a length and curve that complimented my figure perfectly. Pairing it with a pair of plain black leggings, thigh-high boots and a black lace bra that was visible underneath the top.
The make-up I had on was minimal and I applied a maroon coloured lipstick and touched up my mascara. I grabbed a hair clip (alligator clip) from my box of hair clips and twisted the top half of my hair up, clipping in place, letting the ends fold back over the clip.
The knock on my door took me slightly by surprise, I looked in the mirror taking a deep breath. I nodded at myself, satisfied with my outfit, and headed to the door. I opened it up, to see Matthew smiling down at me, a single rose in hand. He was wearing a button-up shirt with the top button undone and black slacks. His hair was pushed back, out of his face, but loose curls fell from the side of his head.
He was looking me up and down, and I, him. My eyes lingering on his arms, where the sleeves of his shirt had been rolled up to just below his elbow. The veins in his arms prominent, causing me to stare longer than I intended.
"You look... amazing." he commented, clearing his throat with another once-over my figure, handing me the rose. I took it from him, bringing it to my nose for a quick smell.
"You are looking delicious, too." I remarked, placing the rose on the table just inside my door, "Are you coming in, or are we going out?"
"Out." his response quick, quicker than he intended it seemed, "We're going out." he corrected himself, stepping back from the door.
I grabbed my keys, phone and my small purse from the table before following him out. I locked the door, throwing my keys into my bag and turned to face Matthew, who extended his elbow. Linking mine with his, I was led to his car, which was parked behind my own in the drive way. We reached his car and he opened the passenger door for me, unlinking our elbows, allowing me to climb in. Closing it, he made his way around to the driver's side of the car, climbing in and starting the car.
He pulled out of the driveway and started down the road, on the way to wherever it was we were going.
Warning: mention of penis, but no touchy touchy of anything like that
My house keys were on the same keychain as my car keys. I told Spencer which one was for the front door, and he opened it, letting me in first. I walked in and started my 'getting home routine'.
"Hey google, I'm home." I said, smirking at Spencer.
All of the lights in my lounge room and kitchen came on and music started playing in the background. My house wasn't anything fancy, so I enjoyed little upgrades where I could get them. Spencer looked up from what he was doing, to see everything in action, his mouth slightly agape. He finished closing the door, ensuring that it was locked before finally coming inside to look around. I showed him around the basic parts of my house.
Firstly the kitchen, which was to the left of my front door,
"Feel free to get yourself a drink or anything you like while you're here." I told him, gesturing toward the fridge and cupboards, continuing my tour of the house. next was the living room, and then into the hallway where the bedrooms and bathroom reside. Once we had reached the bathroom, I realised that I was desperate for a shower.
"I'm gonna have a shower, and then we can put some aloe gel on our burns." I told him, walking into the bathroom with a towel in my hand. Spencer followed me in,
"You know, you really don't have to-"
"I told you, I would look after you That's also been the job assigned to me, so it's what I'm going to do." he interrupted.
"What are you gonna do, shower with me?!" I laughed.
"If I have to!" the comeback was unexpected, and suddenly, there were butterflies in my stomach at the thought of he and I being naked together - showering together.
I told him to sit on the toilet if he insisted on not leaving my side and he did. I hopped into the shower - still fully dressed- and closed over the curtain. I undressed, throwing y clothes over the top of the glass walls, hearing the soft 'flop' as they hit the ground. Turning on the shower, I realised that Spencer probably needed a shower, too.
"You haven't showered yet, either..." I called over to him, peaking through a gap I made in the curtain, and his head tilted up to look at me, "You're welcome to join me. At least you'll be right here if anything happens." my tone was more suggestive than I had intended, but I ran with it. Spencer stood up almost immediately,
"Would that be alright with you?" his question came out fast, and I nodded.
"Yes, Doctor, that's fine with me." I said, looking at him. His nose and cheeks were red, his hair frizzy from the excitement of the day, and his skin dry from the salt water.
I popped my head back into the shower, closing the curtain over once again, and he got undressed. once he was done, the shower curtain opened and he stepped in. I took the brief moment that he was looking at the ground, to look him up and down, my eyes growing wide when they landed on the place below his belly button. He had finally made it all the way in, and I stepped back, snapping my eyes away from his body and up to his face. He laid his head back into the stream of the shower, rinsing his head, droplets rolling down his face as he did so. His long fingers ran through his hair, ensuring all of it was wet, the veins in his forearms, protruding through his skin - from being dehydrated, I assumed.
He turned to face the stream one his hair was wet, and started rubbing his face and chest. I looked over his body once again, admiring the length of him. His back was long and toned. as my eyes traveled down his body, I noticed a scar just above his knee. Before I could return my eyes back up to his head to ask about the scar he turned around, and everything was on display. I suddenly stopped, my eyes growing wide again and my mind filling with thoughts that no one should have about a co-worker. I snapped my eyes back up to his head, my finger pointed out toward his leg.
"I got shot." he said, looking down at the scar continuing to explain about how he got shot, he suddenly stopped when he noticed all I was doing was nodding. "Are you okay?"
Honestly, I was just trying hard to get the thought out of my head, thoughts of him naked. even though, I didn't have to think about it, he was right there,
"Yeah, I..." I hesitated which only made him more concerned, "Look, you've got a really nice body." I said to him, trying to redirect my attention anywhere but there.
"That's not what's bothering you, please tell me what's wrong." he pressed, and I couldn't take it anymore.
"Spencer, your penis is quite big." I said as quick as I could while focusing my eyes on the shower wall.
"Oh... Well the average size of a penis in the US is approximately three point six one inches while flaccid, with an erection they are approximately five point one six inches. Mine is slightly bigger than aver-"
"Spencer, you don't have to say anything. I shouldn't have been looking in the first place." I interjected. Even though I loved to listen to him list of facts, this was one I didn't need to know. I got out of the shower not long after that, I had made things awkward by saying what I did. I got out and grabbed my towel off the rack. barely wrapping it around myself before heading to my bedroom.
I sat on the edge of my bed, my towel coming slightly unwrapped on my back. My head fell into my hands and I sighed.
"Why do I have to be so awkward?" I whispered to my self, "Idiot!"
"Y/N.." Spencer's voice called from the door and my head snapped up to see him standing there, towel around his waist, "you're not an idiot. If you don't want to do anything like that again, we don't have to. I accepted your offer, not only because I really needed a shower, but because I wanted to be close to you, too." his voice was soft and sincere.
I looked over his body, his hair had been pushed back out of the way, a few stray droplets falling down his face. As well as the few stray droplets falling down his body and being soaked up by the towel. My eyes made their way back up to his beautiful chocolate browns, they were staring at me, looking for some type of answer.
"Spencer... I want to be close to you, too. I don't want anything bad to happen, because I like you Spencer. I really like you." My voice cracked slightly at the thought of losing Spencer. It was silly to be feeling this way, we haven't even known each other that long.
He walked over to me and cupped my face in his hands - forcing me to look into his eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere, I'll be right here whenever you need me." his words were soft, but firm. Tears brimmed my eyes and soon started rolling down my cheeks. I was pulled into a hug, and Spencer stood up, taking me with him, my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. I buried my face in his neck as I started sobbing.
He held me there until my body had calmed, his arms were holding me so close against him. I pulled back, looking him in the eyes, keeping my hands on his shoulders. His eyes were tinged red, and tears were welling on his lower lash line.
"Don't cry for me Spencer, please..." I pleased softly, the sight breaking my heart. He tried to blink it away, but it fell down his cheek instead. I wiped it with my thumb, "Thank you for being here."
He didn't say anything else, only pulled me back into him. we were tangled together once again and I wanted to stay there forever.
Alas, it was not to be, He soon enough puled back once again, bringing once hand to the back of my head and guiding my head toward his own, only to kiss me on the forehead before putting me back onto my bed. My legs had managed to undo his towel, as it fell once I was detached from his body, my own towel following suit.
I grabbed my own towel, averting my gaze from his while he scrambled to catch his before it hit the ground. I let out a small laugh, which caused Spencer to laugh, too. It was good to see a smile on his face.
Spencer left to go get a new change of clothes and I pulled out a nightie from one of my drawers. This nightie is one of my favourites, the soft flowing material, lined with lace. It hugged in all the right places and flowed everywhere else. I slipped it on, throwing my towel on top of my drawers and headed for the kitchen.
I made my way to the fridge, bopping along with the music that was still playing in the background, and opened it. My eyes landed on the bright orange bottle of Sunkist, Ironic, I thought to myself as I grabbed it. I shut the fridge as Spencer was making his way into the kitchen, and I offered him a drink. I grabbed out two glasses, set them on the bench and poured, finally sliding his glass over the bench to him.
"So, what brings you here?" I asked him, trying to make any sort of conversation happen.
"I am here, looking after you - like I was told." he said, seeming genuinely confused on why I would ask that question.
"Spence, I - I was just trying to make small talk." I told him, and he admitted he was not very good at small talk. He didn't really understand the point, when there are so many other things to talk about. Fun new things to learn, he didn't understand why small talk was even a thing people did.
I was interested to learn new things, always up for a challenge to test my brain. Spencer was extremely happy to tell me fun facts, while he did repeat a few things I had heard before, I never stopped him, instead asking more in-depth questions about certain things that really intrigued me. He was so happy to be talking, after being cut off so often by everyone else, I would never have the heart to tell him to stop. But all good things must come to and end.
Soon, my back started hurting and the yawns escaping me, came at closer and closer intervals. I looked at the time displayed on my microwave 0124 it read.
"We should probably go to bed, Spence." while he was sighing contently a himself after finishing another fun fact. We had ended up on the lounge, opposite ends from each other, our legs tangled together. "Are you coming?" I said getting up from the lounge, looking down at him.
"I didn't think you'd want me to be in bed with you." he was taken aback at my proposal and there was no way he could hide the sight excitement in his eyes.
"Don't be silly, come on." I said, tapping his shoulder as I walked past him and down the hallway, gesturing for him to follow when he hesitated.
I made it to my room and climbed into bed, getting under the covers. I called out for google that it was bedtime, and the lights turned off and the music was replaced with Rain sounds. Spencer was climbing into bed as I was pulling up the covers. I laid my head on my pillow, laying on my side, facing him. He mirrored me, his head on the other pillow. I didn't want to close my eyes, I just wanted to stare at him, his features lit by the gentle moonlight seeping through the window.
He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, it was a sight to see. I had got so lost in thought, admiring him, I didn't realise I had scooted closer to him until he wrapped his arms around me. I smiled at myself, and fell asleep there. Safe in the arms of Spencer Reid.
I'm literally throwing this out there right now because my daughter decided to tear a few pages of my drafting book.
This is part 1 of a ?? part series.
No warnings, except the reader does have anxiety.
Fem!reader x!reader
In that moment, time slowed. I had no control over my body and my heart was pumping hard.
Maybe it was because I was falling, but maybe it was because the person who caught me was breathtaking. The big brown eyes, wide with concern, the loose sandy brown curls falling into his face as he leant over, the stubble covering his chin and cheeks. His arm around my waist, strong and warm bringing me back to an upright position, where time resumed and I realised who I had bumped into.
Once I was standing again, I looked up at him, ready to both thank and apologise to him for what had happened. Only, his eyes were focused on my chest, which caused me to look down. Coffee that had been spilled, covered my chest and was dripping down, cooling with every second that passed. Embarrassment washed over me as I realised the coffee from his now empty cup was making it's new home on my chest and my shirt.
I looked back up at him, a tear stinging my eye, trying to form words in my mouth.
"I'm sorry- I-" was all I managed to get out before I turned and ran. I ran to my car, threw my bag, purse and phone onto the passenger seat before throwing myself down into the driver seat. With my head sunk into my hands against the steering wheel, I let out the few tears that had threatened to escape inside the cafe. If I had just watched where I was going, none of this would have happened. When the tears stopped coming, I drove home to change and then go to work.
I arrived at work with barely enough time to get sorted before cracking on for the day, I was lucky there was time at all. I dropped my stuff onto my desk and sat in my chair with a loud sigh. I was deep in thought, staring off into space, thinking about how awful my morning was when I heard a knock on the door. I looked up to see George, he wanted me to tell him the tea about why I was later that I usually was. Of course, I told him everything; who I bumped into, how it happened, nd how I can NEVER go back to my usual cozy cafe. He was quite pleased to hear about my morning of misadventures and promised we'd talk later, after work. Yay...
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After work that day, he was leaning on the door frame listening to my story of how I messed up hard and if I was to ever see the celeb from this morning ever again, there would be no way to redeem myself. And even though George told me I had nothing to worry about, I knew I couldn't go back there. I just couldn't, the embarrassment would be too much.
When I finally made it home and into my bed, my mind focused to the events of the morning. I tossed and turned, not being able to get the images out of my head. And eventually I drifted off, at a time that was far too late to be a functional human the next day.
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A week had passed since it all happened. After I was ready for work, I got in my car and headed off for my morning coffee run. and even though I had found a new place to go for my coffee, I found myself driving back to my old cozy place. The one where it all went down (literally). I pulled into the carpark and just sat in my car. Looking at the entry of the cafe, flashbacks coming into my mind, and sighed. I climbed out of my car, purse, bag and phone in hand and made my way to the entry. I took a quick breath before opening the doors and making my way inside. Scanning the room quickly, I was satisfied to not see him anywhere.
I lined up, ready to make my order, my heart racing with anxiety. I got to the counter, ordered and stood off to the side, waiting. To avoid making the same mistake as last time, I left my phone alone until I was sitting down. Soon enough, my order was called, I collected it and chose a table against the wall to sit at. After I put my coffee down onto the table, I reached into my bag, pulling out my tablet, placing it down next to my coffee and taking a seat. After a few sips of coffee, and some progress on my newest sketch, the seat across from me was pulled out. To my surprise, it was him. He sat down,
"I hope you don't mind," he said, "I saw you over here and I just had too see you."
"Why?" I questioned, genuinely confused by his actions, both of my hands fiddling - one with my stylus, the other with my coffee cup.
"You know, I'm not upset about last time. I was actually upset that you ran off out of here before I could say anything. I haven't seen you in a while and I have been here every day that I can be, hoping I could see you to talk about it." he explained, taking a sip of his coffee, "I'm Matthew." He stated, sticking his hand out toward me over the table.
I took his hand in mine, shaking it meekly, "I... I'm Y/N. I know who you are, that's another reason I ran. I was embarrassed that you had to see me like that." I said coyly, my face heating up slightly at the thought of being covered in Matthew's coffee.
He was beautiful inside and out and super understanding. When I told him I'd seen all of Criminal Minds and that I had even watched Hot Air, and had a small list of his stuff that I had not seen but really wanted to, he was impressed at my knowledge of things he's starred in. I apologised to him for the incident that was our first run-in and he assured me it was no worry, and that these things happen.
He must have noticed how anxious I had become with the subject, because he placed a hand over my hand that was fidgeting with the stylus. His hand was warm, his touch light and reassuring. I looked into his eyes, the kindness in them made me relax a little further. I looked down at our hands and my eyes wandered to his watch. My eyes grew wide seeing how much time had passed. I shot up out of my seat and scrambled to pack up my stuff. Matthew was obviously confused by the sudden urgency that had had overcome me.
"I have to go to work! I'll be here the same time tomorrow if you're interested. It was so nice actually meeting you!" my words rushed as I picked up my stuff, turning around to leave. I speed-walked to my car, climbing in with haste. Once I was seating, I let out a small squeal. I quickly started the car after my mini-celebration and headed to work.
\When I got to work, I found George already waiting for me in my office. Today, I was happy to tell him about why I was late. and he of course, was happy to listen, getting all the details after work.
"He held your HAND?!" he almost screamed. Lucky it was after work an the last person in our section had left 10 minutes ago.
"I had to rush away to come here. I wish I could have stayed longer." I sighed resting my head in my hand, elbow propped on my desk.
"You got his number right?" George pleaded, seeming almost more excited than me about the whole ordeal.
"No, but I told him I'd be there same time tomorrow.." with this, George seemed skeptical, but didn't press the matter further. We walked each other to our cars, said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.
I got home, happy that the day was nearly over. I was all too excited for the next day. Hoping that Matthew would meet me at the coffee shop once again.
~
When the next morning finally arrived, I was over the moon to be walking into the cafe. Even if he wasn't there, yesterday had been a better day than any in the past week. I walked inside, scanning around, looking for him, lining up to order my coffee. I felt a tap on my shoulder as I was waiting for my order to be called and turned around to see Matthew standing there, looking as gorgeous as ever. A beautiful smile adorned his face which caused me to smile back. He held out his arms toward me and I happily walked into them, wrapping each other in an embrace. He was warm, his cologne sweet, and his arms felt secure. We released each other and waited for our coffees.
Once we had both collected our coffees, we found a table to sit at.
"What brings you here, to this cafe?" I asked, trying to ask him about why he ever came to this cafe at all.
"You." He said simply, looking over his glasses at me while sipping his coffee. I swear I could see a smirk on his lips as he did so.
My heart skipped a beat at the though, and I almost choked on nothing,
"I mean - Why did you start coming here in the first place?" I tried to clarify the meaning of my original question. He nodded, understanding now what I had meant.
"A change of scenery, really. This place in nice, rustic.. it feels almost like a cottage in here. And now, I've met someone new I can share the experience with!" he gestured to me and my heart raced, "What about you, why do you come here?"
"I like the mood, the calm, the quiet. It's on the way to work. and now, I've met someone to share it with!" I winked, sipping my own coffee. He smiled for a second, hearing the words come out of my mouth.
"You know..." he started, taking my free hand in his, rubbing his thumb over my palm, "We could find another place to share with each other..." his words flowed out like silk as he was leaned over the table slightly. My heart started pounding and my breath was getting caught in my throat at the thought that Matthew would want to do anything with me, let alone be alone with me, somewhere just for the two of us.
"I think I'd like that." I smiled at him, trying to calm myself down, rubbing my own thumb over his that was still resting in my palm. The ways his eyes were looking at me, I could have sworn there was a little something in them, but maybe that was just me.
After telling me Friday would be his next day off, which was conveniently mine too, we exchanged numbers and parted ways, but not before another hug. A hug that lasted longer and felt warmer than our first. A hug I didn't want to part from, his arms were strong and it felt as though he might lift me off the ground. When we finally parted, we said goodbye, and I turned to leave, missing his touch already.
I basically ran to my car out of pure excitement. Hopping into my car, I basically threw my stuff onto the passenger seat, starting the car and heading wot work. Before I knew it, I had arrived at work, making my way inside and to my office. George ghosting me every step of the way - ready to be filled in on my new morning adventures.
And after work, I filled him in on everything. As we parted ways, he yelled to me,
"Go get some!" while climbing into his car, taking off before I could respond.
When I got home, I put music on and danced around while making dinner, celebrating the day. Sitting down eating dinner, my phone chimed. I got up from he table, took the few steps to the bench to collect it and back to the table, where I finally checked it, expecting work to be messaging me. But, my heart skipped a beat seeing Matthew's name on my screen and I almost dropped my phone.
What are you doing? The message read.
Eating dinner, you? I replied, finishing my dinner as fast as I could in anticipation of his next message. I sat on the lounge after putting my plate in the sink, letting the music play in the background as I scrolled through my phone. My phone vibrated, and I saw that he had replied,
Just out getting some fresh air. Deciding on a place to share with you! I read it over and over again. It was unbelievable that he would even be thinking about me right now, let alone looking for a place for just the two of us. After a while of texting back and forth, I finally said goodnight, trying to get to bed at a decent hour.
I went to bed feeling the happiest I had in a while. Slipping into a deep sleep, my dreams filled with different scenarios of places I imagined Matthew might take me to, and the things we might do together...
taking spencer to a drive-in theatre and giving him a blowie <3
taking spencer to a drive in theater, you say? spencer being really into the movie and not realizing that youâre trying to take advantage of the privacy and have a little adult fun, until you make it glaringly obvious?
wc: just under 1.4k
cw: blowjob. no sub/dom dynamic, though reader does call spencer âgood boyâ. reader can be gender neutral.
Taking Spencer to a drive-in movie theater was your idea. It seemed like the kind of date heâd like; old-school drive-ins playing old-school movies. Pretty fitting for an old school kind of guy. And you were right; Spencerâs eyes were practically glued to the rerun of some classic eighties sci-fi movie that you picked out for the evening.
It was perfect. The air outside was cold but the heaters were blasting in the car. Stars littered the night sky, and the dim glow of the projector screen lit up Spencerâs gorgeous side profile like a baroque painting. And the best part about drive-in theaters? The privacy.Â
For cuddling in the car, of course. Because you were too good at setting this date up, and Spencer was way too interested in the movie. Flash Gordon lost your interest a long time ago; itâs now shifted to your boyfriend, who is yet to get on the same page as you.Â
His hands rest around your waist as you lean your back and head on his chest, watching him more than anything. The more you take in his features ââ dark brows, adorable button nose and full, pink lips ââ the less you care about the movie. You take up focus with his hands, instead, and begin toying with his fingers that lay on your waist. Theyâre long, pretty, and they spur your imagination like no other thing has ever done.Â
No longer feeling patient, you crane your head up and begin kissing the underside of his chin, his jaw, and his neck, sucking softly and moaning against him. His eyes flick down to you, catching you giving him a longing look, and he smiles. Before you can get too excited, thinking heâs finally gotten your hint and has decided to take full advantage of the privacy of a drive-in theater, he just as quickly turns back to the screen.
âSpencer,â you whine, tugging on the front of his shirt to call his attention. He shoots you another smile without looking, and laces his fingers with yours, thinking heâs satisfied your need for touch with a simple squeeze of your hand.
âYou picked a really good movie, babe,â he whispers and pecks the top of your head.
You have to resist rolling your eyes because clearly it must be fucking good if heâs not at all picking up on the mood youâre trying to set. Returning to kissing his neck, you drag the hand heâs interlocked with yours down your body until they meet the top of your shorts, and let them hover there. At the same time, you take his free hand from your waist, pushing it higher up so that it lays right over your chest.
He barely registers it. Not even as you cover his hand with your own and press down until his palm fully envelopes you, fingertips digging into your breast as you arch into him. You even let out a tiny, mewling sound that he always likes to hear. And the only thing heâs noticing is whatever is happening in this god forsaken movie.
You pull away, annoyed, and his hands drop to the car seat as you sit up straight, crossing your arms as you wait for him to say something. Itâs childish, itâs needy, but you donât care because youâre waiting for him to ask you to come back into his arms. A few minutes go by, and heâs said nothing. Just entirely entranced by the movie.Â
So deeply, in fact, that he doesnât notice as you slide off the seat and get down onto the floor of the car. As best as you can, you crawl over to him, kneeling beside his legs. You place your palm on his knee and massage it, watching his face to see how he reacts. He merely offers a passive hum, so you shift your hand higher, trailing featherlight touches on the inside of his thigh. Spencer lets out a soft giggle, but still, his eyes never shift away.Â
When your fingers find his zipper, he raises his hips to help you tug off his trousers and boxers until youâre able to pull his dick free from the fabric. But at this point in your relationship, he could be acting purely out of muscle memory. Heâs still not looking.
Only once you start placing little kitten licks up and down his cock, does he stop and ask, âWhatchya doin?â with a soft chuckle.Â
You close your mouth and press your lips against the tip, humming a kiss. He twitches in your hand at the sensation of the vibrations. âNothing,â you smile. The fucker still hasnât looked at you, but his hands find the back of your head, his fingers carefully web through your hair as you continue playing with him. Entirely passive.Â
His thumb starts rubbing slow, absentminded strokes onto your scalp as you wrap your mouth just over the head, sucking gently and flitting your tongue through the slit.Â
âFuck!â his knee jerks at the pleasant surprise. He finally looks down at you, biting his lips and digging his fingertips into your scalp, encouraging you to keep going, âThat feels so good.âÂ
Pulling away, you flatten your tongue and lick a broad stripe along his length, base to tip before taking him back into your mouth. He watches you push down until heâs as far into your throat as you can take, making sure he feels you gag softly around him.Â
Youâve got his attention right where you want it as he starts guiding your head gently, whining for more and pushing you down on his dick at a relaxed pace. His tongue sweeps over to soothe his bottom lip, sore from biting it, as he watches himself slide in and out of your mouth. âYou look so pretty like that,â he whimpers, holding you far down on him.Â
You let him enjoy it for a few minutes â watching you take him and controlling your movements â before pulling away and releasing him. He immediately protests the loss.Â
âDonât watch me, baby, watch your little movie,â you smirk, taking him loosely into your hand and stroking him. He knows heâs not going to get a single thing more until he does as you say, yet he grinds into your palm, chasing your hand with his hips as you move up and down. You can tell heâs already close to finishing by the way the muscles in his thighs tense, and you remove your hand to deny him of it. âDid you hear me?âÂ
âYou liked your movie so much, so watch it,â you sneer. Reluctantly, he follows instructions, fixing his eyes back on the screen. For the first time tonight, itâs the last thing he wants to be looking at right now. âGood boy,â you praise, returning to your work.
You know itâs a form of punishment for him that he canât watch you while you get him off. He may have a perfect memory, but nothing holds a candle to seeing it happen right in front of him. And, you also know that Spencer canât keep his eyes open when he cums. He always shuts them tight the second he finds release, mouth hanging uncontrollably open as he hits a high.Â
So each time he starts getting close, you can tell by his eyes starting to flutter, and you pinch the sensitive flesh on the inside of his thigh. âKeep watching,â you remind him, and he forces his eyes back open.Â
âPlease?â he begs. âPlease, I wanna come,â his hips strain against your grip on them, âAnd I wanna look at you.âÂ
You mumble around him to give him permission, and he wastes no time. The second he gets to watch you, with your lips glistening with spit that trails down to your chin, softly smudged makeup under your eyes, he shoots his release down your throat.
As you pull away, he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, catching any drops that slipped away. You gladly draw his finger into your mouth, sucking it clean. âThatâs my favorite view,â he smiles, dazed.Â
You hum around the digit, releasing it with a lazy smile of your own, âAnd donât forget it.âÂ
TW, there is some DV in here and a hospital visit.
As we pulled into the street where the icecream shop is, I saw someone I recognised and my stomach churned. It was my ex. I hadn't told anyone at work about him, yet.
"What's up?" Derek asked. I didn't even realise I had gone stuff until I breathed, glancing at Derek quickly.
"My ex.. he's over there with a mate..." I said quietly, looking in the direction of the one person I hoped to never see again.
"We don't have to get icecream of you don't want." He reassured, placing his hand on my upper arm, rubbing lightly with his thumb.
"No- um- actually... I have a plan. I'll need you guys to help though, if that's okay?" I devised a plan with the boys after finding a park. They both willingly agreed, eager to help out a friend with some pretty revenge.
I got out of the cat and headed to the icecream shop, where my ex was, sitting at a table outside of it. As I got closer, he made a comment, just as I expected.
"Damn, Y/N, you want me back that bad you followed me all the way out here?" Cain retorted, tapping his mate on the arm.
"Well no, actually. Last I heard of you was from the girl you cheated on me with. She told me you kept yelling my name while you guys did the dirty in OUR bed." I clapped back. I whipped my hair behind my shoulders, signalling the boys, I knew what I said would run Cain the wrong way.
He pushed himself up, to get out of his chair when Derek's hand pressed him back down by his shoulder, Spencer's arm draping over one of my shoulders.
"Is there a problem here?" Derek said, staring straight in to Cain's eyes, his mate shifting uncomfortable in his seat.
Cain was not a big guy by any means, bigger than me, but tiny next to Derek.
"Who are you, her boyfriend?" Cain demanded, basically a spitting in Derek's face.
"I'm more to her then you'll ever be. If you cause her any more trouble, I'll make you regret everything you've ever done to her. I can promise you that." Derek's voice stern and low, his grip tightening slightly on Cain's shoulder.
Seeing Cain so uncomfortable was quite pleasing. He didn't say anything, Derek squeezed his shoulder one last time before nodding, releasing him and walking over to us, linking elbows with me. We walked inside the shop and everyone let go. I thanked both of the guys and insisted on paying for icecream, as a thanks for helping me out.
They insisted it was no big deal, defending their family is what they do. I loved hearing that o was becoming part of the B.A.U family.
I ordered the icecream, paid and we each connected our own and headed back toward the car. We sat on the curb, eating our delicious desserts. We didn't say much, just sat and ate. I felt so small sitting between these two guys. I was so happy to just be there with them.
Suddenly, I was going face first into my icecream, which was splattered all over the side of my car as a sudden jolt came through my back. I didn't realise what had happened. I could hear Derek yelling as hands supported my head while I laid back. Spencer's voice filled my ears as everything went dark.
I woke up, rocking slightly. I monitor beeping and people talking. I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids were so heavy, they felt glued. My hand felt funny, I tried moving it and discovered that it was encased by another hand. I squeezed as hard as I could.
"Y/N!" Spencer's voice filled my ears once again. I managed to half open my eyes, softly smiling up at him. "We're on the way to the hospital. Your ex kicked you while we were eating icecream and Derek chased after him." His voice soft and full of concern.
'Now I owe them double, of not triple for the shit they've dealt with today' I thought to myself, forever grateful that these two are in my life.
We arrived at the hospital not long later. Spencer wasn't allowed in for the x-ray, so he was left in the waiting room. After the x-ray was done, I was moved to a room. After a few minutes, a doctor came in, Spencer in toe, who stood next to the doctor, listening to his every word.
"You'll need to be careful with your nose over the next week, it's broken. Otherwise, your head and spine are fine and you'll be able to go after you've been patched up and kept for observation." He removed the c-collar from my neck and sat the bed up, "A nurse will be in soon to fix your nose." And with that, he left.
Spencer sat in the chair next to the bed and handed me his phone with the camera open.
I took it and looked at myself. I was a mess. There was crusted blood staining under my nose, around my nostrils and mouth.
"This is going to look so bad tomorrow." I said quietly to myself. Even though there wasn't much of a bruise right now, the second day is always worse. Spencer sighed at my comment as I say there still checking myself out. The phone started vibrating, Derek's name popping up on the screen.
"You're on speaker, Mr. Hero." I said to the phone.
"Hey buddy, it's good to hear your voice," he started, "I'll be there in a minute. Just finished giving my statement to the police. I'm see you soon. Also, I told the rest of the team and they're also coming. See you soon, kiddo." He hung up.
The doctor came back with a nurse. Spencer was allowed to stay for the packing and fixing of my nose. The laid the bed back, Spencer on one side of me, the doctor in front of him and the nurse on the other side. Being laid out in front of people touching me made me feel so uneasy, I didn't realise I was tense until Spencer placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Stay as still as you can, this will be quite uncomfortable." The doctor mentioned, and the nurse picked up some gauze off the tray they'd brought in. I grabbed Spencer's hand off my shoulder and held it in mine. I closed my eyes and breathed out through my nose as one set of fingers pressed on the bridge of my nose while gauze was being stuffed up my nostrils. The nurse finished up and I breathed out deeply, I had become so tense while being under her hands that my whole body had basically seized. They sat up the bed and left, going to organise my discharge papers.
Almost as soon as they had left, the whole teamed walked in. Everyone had looks of concern on their faces, giving my sympathetic smiles. Spencer stood up and moved away as Garcia was making her way over to me.
"You gave us a scare, chook." She said, pulling me into a hug. JJ came down the other side of the bed and pulled me into a hug once Garcia had let go. She offered me a wet wipe, which I graciously accepted. I carefully wiped the bottom of my nose and around my lips, trying to remember where the blood had crusted on my face.
"As much good as they do, it wouldn't hurt to clean up a little bit..." She commented, seeing the stained blood on various parts of my face.
"Glad to see you're alright." Emily called from her spot between Hotch and Derek.
I thanked everyone and tried out my most convincing smile, which only got sympathy smiles in return.
"You wouldn't be okay if Pretty Boy was there. He caught your head before you fell back onto the concrete." Derek commended, gesturing at Spence, who's face started glowing red. I mustered up the best thanks I could for him, I was genuinely grateful. "Although, someone had to chase the bad guy...." Derek continued, detailing about what happened.
He told us that I was kicked in the back of the head, my icecream being thrown onto the side of my car, with my face following - thinking back, I remember the crunch my nose made when my face slammed into the side of my car.
HE told us that he immediately dropped his own icecream to jump up and start chasing the guy who had decided to leg it (not surprised). He chased the guy into an alley, yelling at him to stop.
'Stop! FBI!' he had shouted. The guy had managed to get himself cornered and stupidly turned to Derek and tried to fight him. Derek recognised the guy as Cain. As a punch was thrown, Derek dodged, grabbed Cain and pushed him to the ground, holding him there until police arrived.
Hearing the story, I was surprised to hear Cain didn't pull a knife out, it was his go-to weapon of choice. I was happy to hear he was finally arrested. After some more questions, Hotch went home to be with Jack.
The doctor came back with the papers and I was allowed to go. Even though I insisted that I was fine to drive, no one was letting that happen. I also had to have someone stay with me for the night, to make sure everything was alright, apparently. JJ couldn't, she had her family. Derek insisted he was busy with 'things'. Garcia had to get back to Kevin, Emily to Sergio, which left Spencer. It was agreed that he would drive me home in my car, and we had to take Derek back to his car on our way.
~
I felt weird climbing into the passenger seat of my own car. It was nighttime and it made me wonder,
"How long was I out for?" I quizzed, really wanting to know.
"If I had to guess, I'd say like ten minutes." Derek guessed.
"More like twelve minutes and thirty-seven seconds. I was timing to the paramedics." Spencer's voice matter-of-fact. I thanked him for being there for and with me the whole time, and both of them for dealing with everything today.
"I just don't understand how you could let anyone treat you that way, let alone date it." Spencer scoffed, "I've seen the scars you've got, I'm guessing aren't from 'accidents', they show when you're vulnerable, which isn't your fault at all, it actually shows just how trusting you are, which is great, but obviously can get you into trouble if you're not careful. What I'm trying to say is, vulnerabilities need to be taken care of, trust needs to be earned and time heals all wounds." he finished.
"Love also heals" Derek added.
I had tears stinging the corners of my eyes, Trying to escape.
Spencer pulled in to the car park of the Cafe we had been at earlier that day and pulled up in the spot next to Derek's car.
Derek got out and stood next to my door, I rolled my window down. He caressed the back of my head and guided it towards him, leaning over to kiss the top of my head.
"Take care of yourself." His head lifted to look at Spence, "And each other." he finished before turning to get into his own car, leaving to go home.
Spencer didn't move, he just sat in silence.
"What's wrong?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.
"I don't know where you live." He said, giving me puppy dog eyes.
With a giggle, I directed him towards my place. He stopped in front of his place on the way so he could grab a few things, ready to spend the night at mine. He insisted that I go in with him, because he's 'not allowed' to leave me alone.
"Doctors orders. That's me, I'm the doctor." He laughed at me, finding himself amusing.
"Well, I'm also a doctor, doctor, and I said no such thing. But if you insist, I'll come in with you." I said climbing out of the car, he followed and we went inside up to his place.
We walked in to his apartment and I sat on a stool at the bench, so I didn't get comfy.
Spencer wandered off to his room to pack. I pulled out my phone to see some missed calls and a few messages from a number I didn't recognise. I unlocked my phone and opened the messages from the unknown number.
'ur gonna pay 4 wot u did to Cain' Read the first one.
'u dum bitch' read another, the next few that followed were along the same lines.
When Spencer came out, I showed him the messages, not because I was scared, but because I didn't want to keep secrets. It's also probably a good idea to have as many people as possible know, in case anything were to happen. He sighed, reading the messages. He cupped my face with both hands and looked my in the eyes.
"Y/N, nothing is going to happen to you. Even if we have to have someone with you all day and all night. We, the team, will keep you safe - I'll do it by myself if I have to." he pulled my head against his chest and cuddled me, seeing the tears which had started pooling in my eyes. I let the tears come out, my body was gently shaking as I quietly sobbed into Spencer's chest, "You're okay. You're safe with us."
I cried, thanking him, wrapping my arms around his waste. He rubbed my back for a bit before placing his hands on my shoulder, pulling back a bit. His hands were firm, but gentle, he came down to my eye level. His eyes were so warm and welcoming, I admired all of his face while he was there.
He suggested leaving, and his hands trailed down my arms, to my hands. He took my hand in his and I hopped off the stool, following his footsteps to the door.
Not much was said on the car ride to my place. I didn't bother with the radio, only looking out the window, watching everything pass by, giving directions when necessary.
We finally arrived. I have a stand-alone house, on the outskirts of town. Spencer pulled into the driveway and got out. He rushed around to my door and opened it, just as I had started to. He helped me out and draped his arm around my shoulder as we headed inside.
On the drive home, my head was filled with memories of yesterday. How cute Spencer was when all he wanted to do was win a game of chess. Pretty much passing out on his lounge while waiting for dinner. Dancing the night away and waking up surrounded by fuzzy, cuddly, Spencer blanket. My heart beat hard, my head filled with joy.
Does Spencer feel this way about me? There's no reason he would. We barely know each other.
I arrived home and jumped straight in the shower. Washing my hair felt so good, I stood there, massaging for a while, relieving my head of the stress from the last week. I scrubbed my body and shaved everything baby smooth.
Stepping out of the shower, I reached for a towel from the rack, grabbed it and patted myself dry. I wrapped it around myself and looked in the mirror, memories of the first night I spent with a guy after leaving my ex.
~ I had arrived home and was finishing up having a shower, I reached for the towel rack, only looking when I couldn't feel one. When I looked, I was surprised to see my ex sitting on the toilet. A look of anger on his face...
"Have a good night?" he retorted.
"Doesn't matter to you, but it was great." I retaliated, hating that he made it in to my house without my knowing.
"As if. No one can make you feel the way that I can. I make you feel so good, baby, don't I?" He said, getting up off the toilet seat, coming toward me, one hand hiding behind his back.
"Fuck off. I don't want you anymore. I already told you." I said, backing up, ripping a folded towel off the counter behind me, "You need to leave, right now." Even though my voice was stern, he was still coming for me.
I didn't want to fight, so I ran, he tried to grab me on my way past, but I was still wet, so I slipped out of his grip. I ran straight for the front door, flinging it open and banging on my neighbours door. She didn't hesitate to open it, seeing me on the other side. I shoved my way in and she locked the door.
We moved away from the door, to her room and she grabbed me a spare shirt, I dropped the towel to put it on and was shocked to see red all over the towel where my hand had been pressed to my chest. I looked up at her who noticed it as well. She was on the phone to emergency serviced and asked for an ambulance to be added to the people on dispatch.
I didn't even realise he had got me as I pushed past him. the adrenaline was pumping through my body. I picked the towel back up and pressed it to myself once again. Waiting. He was banging on the door, demanding to be let in. He left soon after, knowing how this would end if he didn't.
The police arrived after what seemed like forever, followed by the EMT's. They were let into the apartment and the EMT suggested I go to hospital. I opted to get myself there after they deemed that the cut was not bad enough to need emergency surgery. I gave my statement to the police and thanked my neighbour for letting me in to her place so quick. ~
That was the last time I saw him. I moved out 2 weeks after that, changed jobs and finished studying. I looked at myself in the mirror, lowering the towel, lowering the towel, revealing the scar I still have on the outside of my breast, right where it meets my chest.
I covered up and went to my room, deciding what to wear.
'Something nice, but casual enough to walk places.' I tho9ught to myself. I landed on a semi-fitted sun dress and my favourite lime-green bikini. I wore some flats that I was easily able to slip on and off. I threw my hair into a messy bun and decided it was good enough.
I grabbed a few things, like sunscreen and a towel and popped them into a beach bag that I had stored away. I was ready to go. I checked my watch 11:15. Taking one last look around the place, I took my stuff and left. On the drive, I couldn't help but drive past Spencer's place, just for fun, and only 2 minutes later, I arrived at the cafe where I had met the boys for the first time.
The clock on my dash read 11:37, plenty of time to sit and wait before the boys would be here. I closed my eyes and rested my head back on the head rest. My mind wondering back to last night, wish that Spencer would think of me the same way I think of him. Maybe I'm just being desperate, but thinking about Spencer causes me to smile, every single time. I can't help it.
The loud knock on my window cause me to jolt from my thoughts. I looked out the window, seeing Morgan's face on the other side as his hand reached for the handle. Once the door was open, I climbed out and locked the car. Derek hugged me, which I returned, squeezing him slightly, he smelt good. We let go of the embrace, stepping back from each other, he looked me up and down.
"Looking good, mama." He says with a wink.
"Ha, you too." I winked back, "I thought you only had eyes for Garcia."
We stood there laughing for a bit, until I saw Spencer come around the corner, his face buried in a book, he was only ever looking away from it to see if there was an obstacle in his path.
"Ah, pretty boy." Morgan said, turning to look at him. Spencer's face still glued to the book, he didn't look up until he was inside. Derek decided it would be a good idea to sneak up on him and we entered the cafe behind him and stood there watching. He looked around to try and find Derek and I, to no avail. He pulled out his phone and started dialing. Derek and I giggled to ourselves, but Spencer wasn't paying attention as he was listening to the ringing on his phone. As Derek's phone rang, he didn't even reach for it, instead watching Spencer as he spun around to see us right behind him, all of us giggling.
We greeted each other, and Spencer walked toward me, his arms going outward as if coming in for a hug. I gave him a puzzled look, and accepted his embrace. The familiar smell of his cologne filling my nose, I took in a deep breath before releasing him.
Morgan bro-hugged him and we all laughed at how silly everything had just been.
"Let's grab lunch!" I exclaimed, I was starving.
We sat around a table, our chairs evenly spaced apart. The guys picked up menus, but I already knew what I wanted. After deciding, Derek and Spencer got up to order, insisting on covering my lunch. They came back and Derek decided small talk would be a good idea.
"So, Y/N," he smirked, "Is there anyone special in your life?" his eyebrows wiggling.
"Yes and No." I started, staring him in the eyes, not sure how to proceed, "I met this guy recently, I think he's great. I'm not sure if he's interested in me though. I'm also not sure if I should ask him how he feels. I mean, we only met not that long ago, so it might be too soon, you see..." I trailed off, rubbing my thumbs together, avoiding even a glance in Spencer's direction, so as though to not give anything away.
"Non sense!" Derek remarked, "If you feel a certain way about someone, you gotta tell them, babygirl. So, who is he?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter, you don't know him." I replied, trying to brush him off, but he wouldn't have it, and insisted I give him the identity of the 'mysterious guy' that I was keeping secret from him.
I remembered back to the car ride with Emily, all the little things she told me about Spencer.
"Walter..." I trailed off, smirking at myself a little, "He's cute and tall and quite smart." I could go on about all the little things I found adorable and attractive about Spence, but if I made the list too specific, Derek would piece it together too easily.
Spencer's ears perked at the name, and he looked at me with a puzzled looked, and I couldn't help the small smile that came across my face. Derek was still trying to figure out who 'Walter' was.
Derek noticed us looking at each other, looked between us, his eyes narrowing as he examined my face. His concentration broken by our food being put on the table in front of us. We all thanked the waitress and started eating. I had a chicken salad wrap, Spencer had a cheese ham and tomato toastie, while Derek had a burger. We all ate, barely saying a word, enjoying our meals.
I was the first to finish, Spencer was done soon after. We started talking about work things. We started picking on Derek who was having trouble defending himself as he tried to finish his food quickly.
"At least I don't hide behind books to avoid my feelings." Derek spat back at Spence, who just shrugged his shoulders. "And how about you, miss Perfect? Sucking up to Hotch and showing off in front of everyone on your first day, making us all look bad! You can't fool anyone with your goody-two-shoes act!" he finished by taking a sip of his drink.
I clasped a hand to my chest in fake offence, "Oh no! ME make the fantastic Mr. Morgan look bad?! how could I? His beautiful physique and wonderful words which help him pull all the ladies, tarnished! what ever will he do?" I stopped when I noticed Spencer silently giggling to himself at the sight before him. I couldn't let him get out of this. "Oh no no, Doctor. You're not getting out of this that easily. Your big brilliant brain is beautiful, but you need to work on understanding innuendos. The amount of things that have been said to and around you, that go straight over your head, we need to get you cultured."
He was confused. He didn't understand why he needed to understand jokes, why it mattered so much, and really, it doesn't. He's perfect in my eyes.
We sat there talking for a bit more until Derek decided it was time to go. We got up, left a tip on the table and headed out. We walked to y car and leaned on it, Spencer choosing to stand.
"What now?" I asked.
"The beach." Derek answered, "Don't worry pretty by, we'll find somewhere with shade so you can sit and read." Spencer's expression calmed at the sound of not being forced to swim.
We decided to go in one car. My car was elected because it was closest. I climbed in to the drivers seat, Derek in the passenger and Spence, in the back.
On the car ride, I changed through radio stations, trying to find music. Derek was confused by it, but Spencer knew what was happening. With the back coming along the corner, we all kept our eyes peeled for a parking spot.
I saw a spot, near a decent sized tree, which had a bench in the shade underneath it. Perfect. I pulled into the spot and we all climbed out. Derek and I, grabbing our beach bags and Spencer with his satchel that he has with him literally everywhere he goes.
The three of us walked single-file, me leading, to the bench. Spencer quite happily sat and pulled out his book while Derek and I set down our bags. I took a moment to take in the scene. Closing my eyes, I listened to the water, the crashing of the waves, so welcoming and calming. The smell of the ocean was so refreshing, the scent filling my lungs with every breath.
Opening my eyes, I saw Morgan had started removing layers until he was just in his swim trunks. I followed his lead, undressing down to my bikini. My skin looked so pasty compared to his caramel skin.
I grabbed the sunscreen from my bag, and started on my arms, chest, legs but of course, I can't each my call back properly. I looked over at Derek, with almost output dog eyes and he held out his hand. I have him the tube and turned around.
"You know, Walter should be going this guy you.." his suggestive tone caused heat to rush to my face as my eyes lifted to look at Spencer, who's eyes were glued to the pages of his book.
As he finished, he threw the tube down to my bag and ye inlled,
"Last one in is a rotten egg!"
Without hesitation we both ran for the water, laughing the whole way. With sand flicking up behind us as we ran, we reached the water in no time. We leapt over the small wave as we reached the water, the splash from the land was cool and refreshing. After a few more leaps, I dove in under a wave, losing sight of Derek.
The Cool water consumed my body. The waves in my hair, the current caressing and flowing over me. As I resurfaced, I couldn't see Derek. I assumed he went under too, and started looking in to the water, trading to see his figure.
With my head still looking to the water, a splash came from my side, Derek sat there unleashing a wave of splashes as I tried to deflect and return. Laughter erupting from both of us as we unleashed a wrath of splashes on each other. He finally stopped with a breathy laugh and so did I. He started to swim toward me and I couldn't help but splash him one last time, playback for what he'd started.
"Alright," he laughed, "You win." He made it over next to me. As our breathing solved, we both looked at Spencer, who's attention seemed to never leave his book.
"How can we get pretty boy in the water?" He suggested. We decided a plan and set it in to play, and I was the bait. I watched Derek swim far enough away and began acting. It needed to be convincing or Spence Rodney buy it.
I started waving my hand in the air and started yelling out for help. Using his name a couple of times in the process helped a lot. His head finally snapped up to see me, my head bobbing under the water a few times, and to see Derek no where near close enough to help. He jumped up, ripped off his shirt and used his feet to remove his shoes.
He ran for the water and jumped in. He made it close enough to me that he was commited to swimming and I started laughing. Derek, who had been watching, had made his way over too and joined in with my giggles. It wasn't long until Spencer had his arms wrapped around me, trying to get my head above water. I looked into his eyes and batted my eyelashes, a small smile coming over my lips.
"Sorry." I said quietly as Derek patted him on the back, telling him of our plan.
"if you guys wanted me to swim so bad, you should have just asked." Spencer said, releasing me and staring me down with betrayal in his eyes.
"C'mon Reid," Morgan started, "you wouldn't have come in if I had simply asked. And besides, didn't it feel good holding a beautiful woman in your arms?" His eyebrows wiggling as Spencer studied me, both of our faces going red at the suggestion.
Derek swam off with a 'catch me if you can' look on his face.
"Sorry for doing that to you." I apologised to Spencer.
"No, he's right. I wouldn't have come in if he had asked. I'm not much for swimming, not in open experts anyway. I much prefer somewhere I can see the bottom. Even though the percentage of shark attacks is pretty low, the chances of getting stuck in a rip are quite high. I don't think I'd put up much of a fight against one..." His voice trailed off as he watched Derek get further away.
"I'll save you if that ever happens." I said, winking at him. He laughed and started after Derek, I followed. The swim turned into more of a race rather than us trying to catch Derek.
We stayed at the beach for a few hours. I could feel my shoulders and nose burning. We had been having so much fun, I had forgotten to reapply sunscreen.
"Maybe we should get going," I suggested, "at least in to the shade?" I noticed Spencer's face was also red and I felt bad because he didn't even apply sunscreen. The three of us retreated to the shade.
I picked up my towel and patted myself dry. I slipped on my dress and we packed up our stuff ready to go. We stopped at the public showers to wash our feet before getting to the car.
"Who's still keen for icecream?" Derek asked as we reached the car. My sunburn wasn't 'burning' as of yet and I was still keen on icecream.
"I'm keen, but we shouldn't be too long. The sooner I get some cream into this bad boy, the better." I replied, pointing to my nose and shoulders, while putting my seat belt on. Derek looked over his shoulder to Spencer who simply said,
"Sure." With a shrug of his shoulders, pulling his book out of his bag.
The icecream shop wasn't too far away, so o didn't burger with the radio. Instead, Derek and I joked around with each other during the drive.
This one is longer to make up for the day's I've been missing. It's been sitting in my drafts for days because I keep getting distracted. I'm so sorry, please enjoy. :)
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