3 [Spencer Reid x Reader]

Cognitive Dissonance

Your POV

Even though your eyes were still closed, you heard Spencer leave the room and come back. You jumped slightly when you felt him gently wiping off your stomach. There was something so therapeutic after a good fuck, especially when you hadn't been able to jack off for like... how long? You calculated the days in your head. It was the end of day 13, and you had been stuck in this safe house for almost a week. Or you supposed the beginning of day 14, depending on how late it was. It wouldn't have surprised you to find that it was close to midnight.

Even though it had been a little quick, you couldn't deny how gratifying the whole thing had felt. The built-up tension had finally snapped, and now you could relax, if only for a moment. Spencer's soothing motions on your skin had you starting to almost drift off, the tingling in your body slowly fading away. But you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep yet, because the hard truth that you didn't want to admit to yourself was that this ranked in the top five sexual encounters you'd ever had. It may be the best one, but you weren't sure you would ever forget the woman you had met in New York that one time in college.

It wasn't because it just felt good, it was because of the bizarre emotional connection. You'd had angry sex before, but this was different than that. Yes, you were both pissed off, him more than you, but the dynamic was strange. For a few moments, you could lose control and let him take care of you. You didn't have to guard yourself or watch your body language. He told you what to do, and you did it. It was that simple, and simplicity was hard to come by these days.

"Hey."

Spencer's voice brought you out of your reverie.

"Yeah?" you replied, eyes still closed.

"Can you stand up?"

"Kicking me out of the bed already? Gonna make me sleep on the couch?"

"No," he huffed. There was just a hint of annoyance behind his voice. "I was going to make sure you had a shower."

"So you're saying I smell bad."

You were just teasing him at this point, but he made it so easy that you couldn't resist.

"No, I- I mean your perfume is... Just... I'm just saying that it's good hygiene, and you need to pee anyways so that you don't get a UTI. You don't have any more antibiotics left to take, and I don't want to take you to the doctor again."

"Aren't you a doctor? You can take me all you want."

You cracked open one eye to see the shocked expression on his face before you started laughing.

"I'm kidding! It's just a joke!"

He breathed a small sigh as you continued to cackle at him.

"Fine," he said, speaking over you. "But you still need to go the bathroom at the very least."

"Yeah, okay," you said in a fake exasperated tone. You sat up, and he held his hand out so that you could stand. You were thankful; you didn't want him to see how truly weak your legs were.

He ushered you into the bathroom and sat you down on the toilet before turning the water on for the shower. He left, and you took that as your cue to finish your business and step underneath the water. You sighed lightly, enjoying the way the hot water washed over your skin.

Would he come to join you? You waited a bit and then waited some more, but you didn't hear anything other than the running water. Showering slowly, you thought back again to what had just happened. There was something so... intimate about it. Having sex was an intimate act anyways, but this felt deeper, on an emotional level that was uncommon for you. It had been a very long time since you had felt emotionally connected to anyone, for that matter. It was definitely more than just sex, there had been way more to it than that, but you couldn't quite find the words to describe how it made your chest feel fuller inside, how deeply relaxed you were afterwards.