house tour - spencer reid
summary: when you come home after a night out to find your fiancé's friends in your living room, you just have to give them a house tour. wc: 1.6k cw: drunk-ish reader, tipsy spencer, suggestive request: Spencer Reid here, something giggly to drink, downtown girl persona, psychic reading or criminal activity
You swear you’re so careful from the moment you step out of the elevator down the hall from your and Spencer’s apartment. You know you’ll get better at being quiet with practice, so you’ve given yourself a head start, holding your hand over your mouth as you tip toe across the hallway despite the high heels you’re wearing. When you arrive in front of your front door, you glance down at your free hand, eyes widening in a drunken panic. You giggle to yourself behind the muffle you’ve made of hand before taking your hand off. You take a moment to go through your purse, looking for your lip liner and the shiny gloss you’ve packed in there. If there’s any chance Spencer is still awake — which of course he will be on a night you’ve gone out with your friends — you want to be able to leave a bold kiss print on his lips.
From inside the apartment, Spencer perks up. He’s trained to recognise your sounds in every state of your being, and he’s very aware that any second now you’re going to stumble through the door despite being so careful to push it open as slowly as possible. The only this is that he’s not sure if Derek, Emily and Penelope are ready to meet the drunk version of you. They’re all sat around him, drinking a mix of wines handpicked from the grocery store down the road, only moments away from meeting the second version of you.
To be fair, Spencer didn’t expect them to be here for so long, nor for you to come home so early. But suddenly, the front door is swinging open, and your slow footsteps are sounding through the entryway of the apartment. Derek, who sits closest to the living room’s entrance, freezes for a moment, looking back, and it instantly gains Emily and Penelope’s attention, bringing their conversation to a stop. Spencer stands slowly, making his way towards the entrance. He can hear you making an effort to be as quiet as possible when you shut the front door, but it still thuds, and you sigh as you pull out your key, loudly twisting it into the door to lock it.
Spencer meets you at the entrance of the living room, and his entire body softens immediately at the way you smile so widely at the sight of him. “Hi.” You sigh, walking towards your fiancé. He opens his arms as you walk into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You press your body into him, tilting your face up, and Spencer leans down to capture your lips with his. “How’d you get home, baby?” He asks when your lips part, slightly worried.
“I split a cab with Sophia.” Spencer nods with a quiet hum, and you push yourself off him, turning around to sling your purse over the couch. That’s when you notice Spencer’s friends in the room, all looking straight towards you. You gasp loudly, and Spencer is instantly jealous of his coworkers for the smile you give them, which rivals the one you had given him mere seconds ago.
“Oh my god Emily, Penelope and Derek in my house! House tour!” You spin around, ready to begin leading them into your apartment, then instantly turn towards them again. “Wait, let me give you guys hugs first.” Spencer’s three friends are instantly standing up with wide smiles, and you exchange hugs with all of them before grabbing Emile and Penelope’s hands, leading them out the room as you call out “Someone hold Derek’s hand.”
Behind you, Penelope offers Derek a hand. “Did Spencer show you around the place, was he a good host?”
“No, he was a terrible host.” Emily jokes, and you halt in your footsteps, turning around to glare at your fiancé. “She’s lying!” He cries, holding his hands up defensively. “Emily, tell her you’re lying.”
“I am joking, sweetheart.” She says, and you nod, opening the door you had stopped just next to. “Okay, this is our guest bathroom.” You immediately move onto the next room, which is only three steps away. You swing the door open, humming when you see the mess you left on the floor whilst getting ready. “Okay, maybe I’m not going to show you the bedroom.” When you turn around, Spencer can see the half-hearted guilt lacing your eyes, and you add “Sorry, Spence.”
Emily, Penelope, and Derek begin making their way back to the living room, and Spencer steps towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “It’s okay, baby, you know I love your mess.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you place a hand on his chest, taking the moment of privacy to ask him quietly “If I sober up a little by the time your friends leave, could we..?” Spencer’s eyes blow wide in surprise, and he laughs in shock when you tilt your head to the side, a little smile playing on your lips.
“Yeah of course baby. If you sober up.” You hum in satisfaction, leaning up to kiss him quickly before strolling back into the living room. “Oh my god, I completely forgot about the kitchen.” You point towards the hidden room by the entryway, adding “That’s the kitchen.”
You gasp quietly when you feel hands squeezing at your waist, and you look back to see Spencer smiling down at you. “Come sit.” He says, nodding towards the cluster of couches in the living room. You shrug, mumbling “I’d love to, but I think the state of our bedroom put me into a state of shock, so I’m going tidy a little before going to bed. It was nice seeing you guys. Come over again so I can be filled in on the office drama, please.”
You leave the room whilst the trio giving you replies, and Penelope giggles loudly at your behaviour. “I like her like this.”
Emily hums, raising her glass of wine to her lips. “Next time, we pull out her deepest darkest secrets.”
Spencer flushes darkly, trying not to reject that idea so strongly. So instead, he takes another sip of wine, promptly ignoring eye contact with any of his friends. Derek hums suspiciously, eyeing Spencer down. He wisely chooses his next words. “Yeah, she might have some interesting things to say, won’t she pretty boy?”
Spencer shrugs, his shoulders stiff hanging by his ears. “Don’t know.”
Penelope lets out a wild cackle, then slaps a hand over her mouth. “Okay, maybe this is our sign to go home.” Emily says, observing the blonde closely. Penelope nods. “Yeah, and we’re gonna go talk about you.”
“Sleepover?”
“Oh yeah.”
“I guess I’ll head out too.” Shrugs Derek, already pulling his phone out to order himself and the pair of girls ubers. Spencer nods, walking his friends to the door. They exchange hugs, and Spencer goes red when Penelope whispers to him “Have fun.”
“She’s drunk.” Spencer gasps, and as Penelope pulls away, she says “And you aren’t?”
Spencer is so quick to close the door behind them, swallowing thickly. He locks the door twice, rushing to the living room to pick up the glasses of wine. He stares at the only glass with any wine left in it, and quickly picks it up to chug it down, tossing his head back in the process. He rushes to the kitchen, two glasses in each hand for efficiency then runs over to the bedroom, where he doubts you’ve managed to clean anything up.
He slams the door open, flinching when it bangs loudly against the wall, and he gulps loudly at the sight he’s greeted with. First and foremost, the makeup products that had been littered in front of the mirror are gone, and the failed outfits you had gone through have disappeared from the bed. Instead, he finds you in nothing but a pair of panties, laying on your side with your legs bent to create a perfect picture of seduction. Spencer nods at your flirtatious smile, immediately tugging his button-up over his head without even unbuttoning it.
You welcome him onto the bed by moving onto your back and spreading your legs to make space for his body as he settles on top of you, lips immediately melding with yours. Your warm hands run down his chest to his trousers, snaking a hand into his boxers to wrap a hand around him. Spencer shivers at your touch, lips parting to moan into your mouth as one of his hands comes up to play with your tits, bringing a sound out of you. You extract your hand from his boxers, breaking the kiss so you can glance down at his belt so you can see as you unbuckle it.
Spencer pecks your lips before kissing down your neck, but before either of you can do anything else, a familiar ringing noise sounds through the house. You both freeze, pulling away from each other so you can stare at each other with mild looks of panic. Spencer jumps off of you, running out of the room. He curses quietly when he glances through the peephole, but he’s too desperate to cover up as he swings the front door open again. When Derek walks in, he doesn’t comment on Spencer’s appearance. Not the way he stands shirtless, or the fact that his belt is undone, and certainly not the tent in his trousers. But he does smirk widely, eyes glimmering as he walks into the living room, calling out “Left my wallet!”
Derek yells out an apology to you as he leaves, clapping a hand on Spencer’s shoulder, and Spencer swears he gets harder when he hears your voice call out “It’s okay!”
Spencer almost forgets to lock the door before rushing back into the bedroom.
