Criminal Minds Imagines/One-Shots

Drunk in Love (Part 2): A Spencer Reid fic

"Could we have met up anywhere more sketchy?" I question upon arriving at the run down motel room. Spencer pulls his nose out of the files covering the tiny bed and I grin when I notice he's wearing the glasses I love. They slide down his nose when he looks down at his watch. "It's about time you got here." He tries to act annoyed but when I move to kiss him, his pursed lips turn to a smile.

I go to set my bag down on the rickety little table and roll my eyes. "This place is two hours out of DC, you're lucky I came at all."

He pushes some of the papers away, making room for me to sit beside him. "It should have only taken an hour and 37 minutes. That is if you were following the speed limit of course. But if you didn't take I-68, which I'm assuming you did because-"

"A little thing called traffic, babe." I laugh. Spencer's cheeks flush and he pulls me down next to him, "I'm glad you came." He yawns and stretches his arms above him. I begin to wonder how many hours he's been cramped in the tiny room, rereading these papers.

The cheap bed creaks loudly beneath us and I wince at the bed springs digging into my thighs, "Is this really the only place that was available?"

"The rest of the team is actually at a resort up the road..." He smiles weakly, pulling his glasses off. "I didn't want to risk us getting caught so I rented this place and said it was because I work better alone."

"They actually bought that?" My eyes widen as I reach up to loosen his tie. He nods and I move so that I'm sitting against the headboard. "Aren't they starting to get suspicious by now? This is what? The sixth time?" He pushes more of the papers to the floor and I can't help but think of how wrong this is.

"What? What is it, (Y/N)?" His forehead wrinkles once he notices my changed expression.

"It's just..." I sigh, "We both know this isn't right so why do we keep doing it? It's been months now..."

Spencer remains quiet, looking at the files on the floor and for once it seems he doesn't have an answer.

"We don't have to discuss it now, but I think-"

"Then let's not." He stops me and starts unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt.

I decide now isn't the time to talk. We need to, but right now, Spencer Reid is beginning to undress in front of me and I haven't seen him in weeks.

"Sorry for snapping at you, (Y/N)." He sighs while scrubbing his tired face with his large hand. "But can we please talk about it another time? This case has taken a lot out of me and I just needed to see you before this unsub drives me insane. Can we please do the discussion part later?" he asks quietly and I soften for a moment.  His long fingers are running up my bare calf to my knee cap, leaving goosebumps in their path.

"Okay." I whisper, pulling him up to me and our lips meet. His tongue joins mine, sliding against each other in my mouth with one sinuous movement.  We push and pull but eventually I surrender to Spencer and let myself be kissed. He explores thoroughly and when he pulls away for air, it's quick and I'm suddenly tugged back for more. Fingers are moving fast, undoing buttons and shucking garments off one by one.

"But we have to talk later. Promise me, we'll talk later." My words come out rushed as my breathing speeds up. He's nuzzled into the hollow of my neck now, kissing and sucking. "I promise."

Somehow during this intense makeout, Spencer had shifted in between my thighs, my leg wrapped around his waist, and the only fabric separating us was our underwear.

I know I'm losing control as my hips thrust upwards against him. His lips on my sensitive collarbone have me writhing beneath him and he lets out a hungry moan.