ESCORT / spencer reid.

nineteen

     SPENCER WOKE up that morning,
and he immediately let out a painful groan, trying to adjust the stiffness in his shoulders. That was when he realized that he couldn't move, only because of the beautiful woman laying next to him. Or rather, on top of him. He sighed heavily, trying to adjust without waking Ivory, although it seemed like she had already made up her mind on smothering him in her sleep. One hand was buried in his hair (weirdly enough) and the other was around his neck, holding him close. Her face was smooshed up against his jaw, half of her body laying on his side.

Spencer laid there for a couple of minutes, barely breathing and sweating buckets due to her body warmth. He would've shoved her off of him by now, but Ivory just looked too sweet laying there. Her hair was splayed out in every direction, quiet huffs leaving her lips as she struggled to breathe due to the fact that her face was practically shoved against him.

He decided that he could survive for a few more minutes, reaching up and tangling his fingers in her brunette locks. Ivory made a quiet noise of appreciation when he began rubbing her scalp in slow circles. Spencer held her even tighter—she was just too cuddly to not, even if he was drowning in his own sweat.

Spencer's looked to his side and at the clock standing on her nightstand. It was late enough to assume that the BAU wasn't being called in for a case—but he was never completely sure. That was the thing about being in the FBI—he could never plan a full day without the fear of having to be called in for work.

But he wanted to just spend this entire day with Ivory. They only met a few weeks ago, meaning that he didn't know everything about her and vice versa. Spencer didn't mind for now—he just wanted to get closer if she'd let him. Ivory made Spencer really happy...and he really didn't want to let her go. Even if it was sometimes painful thinking about her job and her with those other guys...it was okay, for now. He could handle it.

Spencer was already aware of what he was getting himself into. He was prepared to feel hurt sometimes, but...she was worth it.

You can't change her. Spencer told himself. No matter what, he didn't want to make the woman feel obliged to change herself. So if that meant still having to see her leave every night, knowing she was going to another man...he could take it.

"Are you leaving?"

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her soft voice, so delicate and sweet like honey itself. Spencer couldn't help but blush when he looked down at her radiating face, noticing her adorably rosy cheeks and half-opened eyes. She looked so beautiful, even when her hair was a wild mess and her mascara was sweared underneath her eyes.

"I don't think so." Spencer replied softly. "We'll see." He grumbled, lifting his free arm to wrap around her waist, fully engulfing her now.

"Fucking finally." She snapped fiercely, dropping her head back down onto his chest. Spencer rolled his eyes in response, his fingers tangling themselves back into her brunette locks, combing through the strands.

"What about you?" He asked her relatively. Spencer wasn't even sure if he wanted to know.

"Two clients." Ivory mumbled lazily, and Spencer's heart practically dropped with disappointment. When she heard him let out a slightly irritated sigh, she smiled a little to herself. As bad as she felt, part of her was the tiniest bit glad that he was upset. "You know, I canceled two last night because you were coming back."

"Well I'm never here, so it'd be pretty mean of you not to." Spencer responded sassily, trying to hide the sharpness of his voice.

Ivory's eyebrows furrowed with a mixture between surprise and confusion. She tilted her head up and looked at his face which showed signs of annoyance. She couldn't help but pout at the man—he was so cute when he was mad. "Are you upset at me?"