Here to Misbehave | S.R.

Ch. 2 | The Mayflower

Summary: Spencer and Reader spend their first night together at the Mayflower.

Content Warnings: Penetrative sex, protected sex, fingering

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When the Uber finally came, Spencer opened the door for me to remind me that, despite his awkwardness, he really was a gentleman. I slid through the backseat, grateful the car didn't smell like vomit or cigarettes to completely ruin the mood.

"You just going up a couple blocks, huh?" the driver asked, to which I gave an enthusiastic, "Yep!"

Thankfully, he didn't try to make any conversation beyond that. I was honestly a bit worried Spencer might start on a tangent that would take longer than the trip, but he was surprisingly quiet.

He opted to watch the buildings pass. He stared out the window, and I stared at him.

"I just realized," I thought out loud, "I'm still not sure what you do."

Pulled from his thoughts, he turned to look at me with a troubled look.

"I uh..."

The secrecy was a bit concerning, but it wasn't like he could do anything that scary. He had said that he worked for the FBI, after all.

"I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I'm a profiler. I... read people."

My heart both sunk and leapt into my throat at yet another reminder that he was remarkably, uncomfortably exceptional. He was even trying to dumb it down for me, and I still couldn't comprehend exactly what he did. Just the title sounded terrifying.

My hands moved between my legs, crafting a fortress of my arms around me and shutting myself off to him any way I could. I knew it was happening, but I couldn't do anything to stop it.

"See, that's exactly why I didn't want to tell you," he explained, motioning to the way I crossed my arms and legs.

I laughed nervously, forcing myself to drop my arms if it meant it would comfort him. Once I did, both of his hands grasped one of mine like they would break. He opened his mouth to speak, his eyes sparkling with the things I wished he would say.

But I would never know what he would have told me in that moment, because the Uber came to a stop, and the driver announced, "Hate to break the mood, but you're gonna wanna get out here so you don't have to cross the street."

"Thanks," I tried not to lace it with sarcasm, slightly irritated but understanding it wasn't their fault.

As I gave the man an awkward nod and a wave, we both took a little too much enjoyment out of the way Spencer struggled to exit the car.

Thank god, he was still capable of looking like an absolute idiot.

Getting to the room was the easiest part of the night. We didn't say anything as he released my hand and I led him over to the elevator. Just one more awkward, sexual tension filled moment away from being alone with him. It wasn't until that moment that I realized how nervous I actually was.

It wasn't my first one night stand, but it was the first one I had actually enjoyed each second of so far. Once I had become aware of his job, it made more sense why he was able to recognize my spiking anxiety.

My attention was back on him again. It still felt like he was holding something back. I didn't ask. In a strange way, I was worried that if he told me what he was considering saying, I might not be able to let him go.