Spencer Reid x Reader One-Shots

Vacation (Part 3)

Title: Vacation (Part 3)

Word Count: 754

Rating: T

Summary: A continuation of Vacation. I think you can guess what's about to happen.

Requested by: @iHaroldStyles

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     "Y/N, I like you."

     The world seems to stand still. Your mouth falls open slightly, and you watch as he looks away, jaw clenched. He's taking your shock as rejection.

     "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said-"

     "No," you say. "Don't apologize."

     "T-then what should I say?" He asks, wide eyes trained on you as you turn to face him.

     "You don't need to say anything." You murmur, "I like you, too."

     "W-what?" He asks. He looks as if he can't believe his ears, but hope lights his features anyway.

     "I like you, Spencer. I have for a while." You admit, unsure where this new courage is coming from, but not complaining. You've wanted to say that for a long time.

     "So where does that leave us? The FBI is strongly opposed to 'fraternization.'" Spencer says, brow furrowing.

     "That leaves us in Hawaii," you say. "On a beautiful night, with all our cases wrapped up, and with each other. I'm not Agent (Y/L/N) and you're not Dr. Reid. It's just Spencer and Y/N, Y/N and Spencer."

     Spencer looks almost thunderstruck. You smile up at him, the distance between you shrinking fast. You place your hand on his cheek, moving so that you're flush against him. Hesitantly, he wraps his arms around your waist. He stares down at you intently, and you mimic him.

     "You're beautiful." He says, sounding more sure now.

     "You're not so bad yourself." You say. Another smile, this one close-lipped, which draws his attention to your mouth. He swallows visibly.

     "Can- can I kiss you?" He asks quietly.

     "Bring it on." You say playfully.

     That was all he needed. His lips meet yours passionately, and you move your hands up to his hair as you kiss him harder. His tongue traces your lower lip slowly, leisurely, and when you allow him entrance he cups your face in his hands and kisses you with a fervor that you weren't expecting from him. You moan, dragging your teeth over his lower lip lightly.

     Somehow, Spencer ends up in a sitting position, with you straddling him. His lips find your neck and trail kisses down it, finding your sweet spots easily. You can feel something stiff poking up between your thighs, and that only turns you on further. Spencer lies back in the sand, bringing you with him as he sucks a mark into your neck. He flips you over so that you're beneath him and plants his arms in either side of your head. You wrap your legs around him and kiss him harder. Your hands go back to his hair, scratching at his scalp. He moans against your lips.

     One of his hands trails over your side, sending tingles everywhere. You are honestly ready to give it all to this man, then and there. Of course, that's when your phone lets out a loud chime.

     "Damn," you growl. He sits up, finding the offending object and glancing over the screen. You watch his cheeks go red- or, rather, redder than they were. He passes it to you without a word.

     YASSSS, THE SHIP HAS FINALLY SAILED

     Wow, didn't know Pretty Boy had that much game

     Technically, I'm supposed to report this. You'd better not let it get in the way of being professional.

     The texts were from Pen, Morgan, and Hotch, respectively. Glancing over at the hotel, which was much closer that you'd originally thought, you could see Pen waving in a downstairs window. You sigh, rubbing your temple. Well, the proverbial cat was out of the bag much sooner than you would have hoped, but you couldn't have kept it a secret for that long anyway. You worked with profilers, after all. You glance over at Spencer, taking in his swollen lips, his flushed cheeks, and his concerned gaze. You smile slightly.

     "Well, looks like we don't have to keep this a secret." You say, giving him a wry look.

     "This?" He asks, distracted.

     "Well, I was under the impression that the hot make-out session we just underwent included an dating offer." You quip, smiling again.

     "And, hypothetically, if there was, would you say yes?" He asks.

     "Hypothetically, yes. I guess you'll just have to try it out in real life to find out, though." 

     "Y/N, would you like to go with me for dinner on Friday?"

     "Why, yes, Spencer, yes I would."

     Ah, Vacation.