I’ve been tagged to do the music shuffle challenge by both the amazing @hannahhateseverything and @blxck-cxffee13 where you press shuffle and list the first 10 songs that appear and tag 10 people to do the same thing.
Now you can understand a little why my blog is this mess of fandoms - because I’m a mess of a person with everything I like!
1. Keys To The Kingdom - Linkin Park
2. Ladykiller - Maroon 5
3. Sons of Durin - Howard Shore (The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
4. Battleships - Daugthry
5. Buttons - The Pussycat Dolls
6. Cheap Thrills - Sia
7. Andúril - Flame of the West - Howard Shore (The Lord of The Rings: The Return of The King - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
8. The Heart Wants What it Wants - Selena Gomez
9. Into The Sun - Lifehouse
10. Jedha Arrival - Michael Giacchino (Rogue One: A Star Wars Story Soundtrack)
Tagging: @im-an-octopus @greeneyedgirls4 @banditthewriter and whoever wants to try this (I know I’m technically breaking the rules, but who cares).
Summary: Spencer Reid takes the metro to and from work. So does Hannah Chase, the cute girl who works in HR.
A/N: Okay, I might’ve deviated just a touch from your prompt, but the spirit of it is certainly still there.
I hope you enjoy it bb ;)
Her name was Hannah. Hannah Chase.
And she was, without a doubt, one of the sexiest women that Spencer Reid had ever seen.
Not that he could ever tell her that, of course. That was an HR nightmare waiting to happen, and given that she worked for the Bureau’s HR department, it stood to reason that she’d know a thing or two about sexual harassment.
She visited the BAU offices about once a month - usually to go over payroll and logistics with Hotch - and occasionally Spencer would bump into her in the cafeteria or at the coffee bar and they’d share a small smile, but he was always far too shy to attempt to strike up a conversation.
But he’d noticed little things about her over the year or so that she’d been working for the Bureau.
Her dark hair was always pulled up into a perfectly twisted bun, her makeup was always subtle. She wore heels, but never anything over three inches. He’d never seen her in anything other than a skirt and blouse with a blazer to go over it, though whether or not she was wearing stockings depended entirely on the weather.
And then, one random day in September, she wore trousers. And her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wasn’t wearing makeup at all.
She looked tired, and he overheard her telling JJ that she’d broken up with her boyfriend and was in the process of moving out.
A week later, he spotted her on the metro while riding into work.
He started seeing her a lot more regularly after that.
But then, a case happened - as cases do - and his schedule went all wonky and he didn’t see her for a while.
Until one morning when he got to work a little earlier than usual and was heading into the kitchenette to get himself a cup of coffee when he nearly ran right into someone.
A woman. Who had bent over to pick something up.
A woman who had bent over to pick something up and had quite possibly the most perfect ass Spencer had ever seen.
He cleared his throat and immediately took a step back, cursing himself internally for the blush that was flooding his cheeks, a blush that only deepened when the woman in question straightened up and it turned out to be Hannah.
“Oh! Hi, sorry...” She shuffled out of the way so he could get by and he gave her a smile as he moved to grab a mug out of the cabinet.
“...I didn’t mean to startle you.” He apologized as he retrieved the mug in question, turning back towards her with an awkward smile.
At least she was smiling back.
“Don’t sweat it.” She waved her hand dismissively. “I was kind of lost in my own little world there.”
Spencer knew the feeling.
“It’s um... It’s Spencer, right?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Hannah?”
“That’s me.” She giggled faintly, and Spencer was fairly certain he wasn’t imagining the faint blush that bloomed on her cheeks. “I um... I was coming to give Agent Hotchner the most recent budget reports for the team.”
“Right.” Spencer licked his lips. “Well I um... I won’t keep you then.”
She was still smiling at him as she gave a nod and turned away, and Spencer had to force himself to not watch as she walked.
And failed.
And might’ve spent the rest of the day wondering what that perfect ass would feel like under his hands, slamming up against his hips as he...
You’re a walking HR incident waiting to happen, Reid.
Soon enough though, Spencer was back to riding the metro at his more usual times and he’d see Hannah from time to time. He’d sneak glances at her when he could, noticing the way her eyes would close as she listened to music on her ride home in the evenings, the way she clutched her coffee tight in the mornings.
Another case or six and his metro rides were all over the place again
And then, one dark night when the threat of a storm was tingling in the air, he found himself standing on the platform almost completely alone except for one other person.
Hannah.
She looked exhausted, but she gave him a warm smile all the same as she saw him, coming close because there was perhaps some comfort in their awkward familiarity.
She smelled faintly of ink toner and coffee and the remnants of her perfume.
As the train approached, the two of them moved together towards it, though Spencer naturally let her go in first, even if he stayed close once they’d boarded.
It was late, and she was a woman alone. He knew the statistics better than anyone, didn’t he?
It was a Friday night, but despite the lateness of the hour the car they were in was surprisingly full, standing room only and so they moved to the corner where a single pole was left for them to grab onto.
They rode in silence - it looked like Hannah was doing paperwork on her phone - but they occasionally brushed against each other with the swaying of the train and then there was one memorable moment when the train was coming to a stop - her stop - and she was moving forward as she gave him a smile, but the guy behind Spencer accidentally shoved him and Spencer had to reach out to stabilize himself, his hand landing on Hannah’s hip before he could catch himself.
She didn’t seem to mind, but Spencer couldn’t stop the stutter as he apologized, licking his lips again as he watched her hurry away so she didn’t miss her stop.
She was still smiling when she turned back to catch his eyes once the doors had closed and she was on the platform again.
It was another week or so before they managed to catch the same train again, a really late Tuesday night that found them once again sitting together - safety in numbers, Spencer had idly mentioned - with her sitting by the window and Spencer on the aisle seat.
There were a handful of other people on the car, but they were all minding their own business and probably weren’t thinking at all about the two FBI agents that were quietly sitting together in the far corner.
They were halfway through the last tunnel before Hannah’s stop before things went completely black, the train suddenly coming to a stop before emergency lighting came on.
A voice came on over the intercom informing them that there had been an incident up ahead, but to sit tight and await further information and instructions.
Spencer slumped in his seat but straightened again a moment later when he felt Hannah’s head drop to rest on his shoulder.
“...fucking figures...” She growled and Spencer turned his head to glance down at her. “I just wanted to go home, have a glass of wine and a hot bath and forget that today happened, but nooooo...”
“Do you want to talk about it?” He murmured, surprised when she reached out to take his hand with hers and lace their fingers together.
“People are dumb. That’s all.” She was tracing the veins in his arm with her free hand, though a moment later found her turning his hand over so she could trace her fingers along his palm and then up the digits.
“...has anyone ever told you that you have really nice hands?” Her voice was low, warm, almost intimate and Spencer wasn’t really sure what was happening, but he wanted to see where it was going.
“I um... I can’t say that they have, no. But thank you.”
She shifted slightly, turning towards him just a fraction as she studied his fingers a moment longer and it both exhilarated and confused the genius when she suddenly turned his hand back over and rested it on the warm skin of her knee.
Today was a no-tights day, apparently.
He wasn’t entirely aware of it, but his thumb had started to idly trace back and forth across that soft skin, but he was acutely aware of the way she curled into him, of the way she parted her legs just ever-so-slightly when he flexed his hand to feel more of that supple warmth.
“Ladies and gentleman, this is your conductor speaking-” Spencer’s hand tensed at the sudden burst of sound and he heard Hannah hiss slightly at the squeeze. “-we’ve heard back from dispatch and it looks like it’s gonna be about forty five minutes or so before they can get us out. Continue to just sit tight and we apologize for the inconvenience.”
“I’m sorry if I hurt you...” Spencer quietly murmured once the announcement was over, but Hannah hadn’t moved except to slide her hand up and wrap her fingers around his wrist.
“You didn’t,” She whispered in response, and Spencer still wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but he was damn well going to make sure he didn’t do anything to mess it up now.
“Just rest your head...” He cooed, smiling a hint to himself when she moved even closer to his side, but the movement caused his hand to slide a bit further up the inside of her thigh.
Neither of them seemed to mind that.
“This is going to sound forward-” She was saying, her voice low and warm and just barely loud enough for Spencer to hear. “-but I really want to break a few fraternization rules with you Spencer Reid.”
He blushed, but didn’t stop her. Encouraged her even, his hand sliding an inch further up her leg.
“You know I-I could send the reports in by email to Agent Hotchner every month...” Her breathing had grown a touch more labored all of a sudden. “...but I-I come to the BAU i-in the hopes of seeing you.”
His hand slid up a touch further. “Why me?”
“Because you’re hot.” She giggled, spreading her legs a bit further in encouragement.
Not that Spencer needed it, and a moment later found him carefully lifting her leg and pulling it over his own to open her up as far as her skirt would allow.
This wasn’t like him, and he knew it, but damn if he hadn’t thought about this a few times himself, especially after those really bad cases when he wanted nothing more than to go home to someone he could melt into and worship until the world made a little bit of sense again.
And here she was, literally offering herself to him.
“And because you’re brilliant-” Her breath suddenly caught in her throat as his hand slid up close enough that he could feel her heat and while he was almost completely focused on her, he was at least watching the other passengers to make sure they hadn’t noticed anything.
They hadn’t.
“Why else, beautiful?”
She whimpered faintly at the sudden naming and he gently shushed her.
“Easy, easy... Can you be quiet for me, beautiful?” He turned his head to press a kiss to her forehead, her face turning towards him and burying against his shoulder as she nodded.
To outsiders, it looked like she was settling in for a small nap.
“Promise me you’ll be quiet, and I’ll give you what you need beautiful.”
“I promise...” She managed to gasp and was immediately rewarded with his fingers sliding the rest of the way up, trailing lightly over the lace of her panties before he pressed his fingers against the damp material and rubbed.
“...why else, Hannah?” He made a V with his fingers and rubbed the outside of her lips for a moment before pushing aside her underwear and letting his fingers brush against her heated skin for the first time.
She swore, bit down on her lower lip, swore again.
“...your hands are perfect and you’re a good man and Christ don’t stop...”
He pushed a finger past the seam of her lips, letting it trail through the slick that had gathered there, properly wetting the digit for a moment before he found her clit.
“I live f-for the days...” She was whispering, lips barely moving as she somehow managed to spread her legs a bit wider for him and he rewarded her with rubbing her clit a little bit harder. “...w-when I get to go to your office.”
“Why is that?” He asked, his thumb taking over the circling so he could slide two fingers down and then inside of her, pressing another gentle kiss to her forehead as her hips bucked upward into the touch.
“Because I-I keep hoping... That I’ll work up the courage to-to ask you out.”
Her breath suddenly stopped when he found her g-spot and he knew by the way she was holding herself against him that it was taking everything in her being to stay quiet.
“So, you’re saying-” He rubbed her g-spot a little harder, feeling her start to tremble beside him as he worked her clit in tandem. “-that once we get off of this train car tonight, I have permission to take you on a proper date?”
She nodded, biting down harder on her lower lip and Spencer felt another gush of liquid coat his fingers and he smirked a touch to himself, making a mental note to explore that further later.
“Such a good girl for me...” He breathed, pressing his lips once again to her forehead, but letting them stay there as he worked his fingers in and out of her, as he rolled her clit beneath her thumb. “...such a good, beautiful girl...”
“Harder...” She begged, her voice hardly a breath and really, how could he deny her?
So he pressed harder, rubbed a little faster, worked his fingers in and out of her and made sure to press against her g-spot with each pass.
How she managed to stay silent save for a sudden sharp inhale when she came was a wonder, but she did and Spencer worked her through it, not stopping until she crested a second time a moment later and then reached down to pull his hand away from her.
“Too much...” She breathed and he nodded, bending down and doing something with his bag with his clean hand while he eagerly sucked his fingers clean at the same time.
He pressed a kiss to her leg before straightening up, letting his hand come once more to rest on her thigh which she immediately covered with her own.
“Ladies and gentleman, we thank you again for your patience. We’ve fixed the problem and should be underway again shortly. We apologize again for the inconvenience and hope you have a great rest of your evening.”
Spencer chuckled as he felt Hannah settle against him again.
“Does this mean I get to take you out to dinner now?” He murmured, surprised when she tilted her head up to glare at him.
“Absolutely not. Not tonight, at least.”
Wait. What? He frowned.
“I’m taking you home with me, Spencer Reid.” His frown increased a bit, but then it was his turn to suddenly bite back a moan when she let go of his hand to reach out and grab something else entirely.
Harry Potter and Marvel crossover. Like, how would the Wizarding World react to The Snap?
I’m just picturing a bunch of first years in Charms or something and one of them casts a spell to demonstrate and suddenly half of the class starts to disintegrate.
hannahhateseverything replied to your post: I’ve settled it. The new fanfic is gonna start as...
It’s not my cup of tea usually but I’m gonna give it a shot! Don’t let anyone tell you shit about your otps!! We all have our special ones that stick with us!
I promise to make it a good slow build and properly believable!
Also, there will be an actual ~plot~ to this story, so expect building like I did with Chopsticks :P
