Spencer Reid x Reader One-Shots

Unprofessional?

Title: Unprofessional?

Word Count: 2539

Rating: M

Summary: The reader and Spencer have to shower together. Smutty smut smut ensues.

Requested: Nope.

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     It was four in the morning when the BAU got back to the hotel. After chasing an UnSub all night, everyone was whipped. The plane was set to take off in a few hours, but nearly everyone wanted a shower. Unfortunately, as the team had gotten only one room in which to keep their things- poor planning on Morgan's part- everyone had to double up.

You, having been the one to shoot the UnSub, definitely needed to relax. You had never gotten used to hurting people, even if you were doing it to prevent more pain and suffering. The loud bang, the smell of gun smoke, and the way the UnSub had crumpled to the ground... it haunted you.

"(Y/N)!" Someone called suddenly, breaking you out of your reverie. You looked up, your (E/C) eyes wary.

It was Emily. Her hair was damp, and her cheeks were rosy from a combination of the heat of the shower and slight embarrassment. You smiled up at her from your seat on your suitcase.

"Your turn." She said, gesturing to the bathroom behind her.

"Who am I with?" You asked, dreading the answer. Another girl you could've handled, but the other girls had gone together. You would be with a guy. The thought of it made you squirm.

"Reid." She answered simply, and you nearly stopped breathing. She looked at you, her eyes unreadable... until she smirked, of course. You glared at her, your cheeks going red. She smiled innocently, "Don't keep hi- us- waiting."

Your cheeks went, if possibly, redder. The truth was, you'd had a crush on Spencer for a long time. The prospect of showering with him made you both nervous and excited. You might have just decided to skip it, but the flight was five hours and to you that was five hours too long.

Sighing in defeat, you grabbed your bag of toiletries and stalked over to the bathroom. Once inside, you surveyed the small space. What had Morgan been thinking? Sure, the large rain-shower looked luxurious, but... for two people?

"Damn it, Morgan. You probably just wanted to get laid." You grumbled.

"Actually, according to him the hotel got it wrong." A familiar voice said from behind you. You turned to see Spencer in the doorway, looking a little flustered but otherwise normal. It bothered you a bit, that he seemed so unfazed by what was about to happen.

Your unease must've shown on your face, because Spencer looked a little... nervous? Concerned? You couldn't tell. "Don't worry, (Y/N). I'm not going to take advantage of you. I mean... I could just skip it- the shower, I mean- and you could go alone. I don't mind or- or anything."

"No, no! I couldn't, really... I'm not going to do that. I'm fine. I trust you." You smiled at your friend, thanking any and every major deity you could think of that you didn't sound too hopeful.

"Oh- okay. If you're sure."

"I am."

A slightly- okay, majorly- awkward silence stretched between the two of you. Mostly to stop yourself from staring at him, you turned away to start the water. Unfortunately, this proved harder than you expected. The stupid knob just wouldn't turn!