16. wicked games

To say that you looked like a hot mess was an understatement.

Dark hickeys cascaded down your neck, lining your skin with deep, purple blemishes, a bruise forming at the base of your shoulder. The ends of your hair curled naturally on their own, damp from sweat, strands clinging to your face. There were knots, too— big, chaotic knots that looked almost impossible to comb out, your legs quivering where you stood.

To think— just a few months ago, you were asking Penelope why you could never have any good sex, and then Julia had shown up at the bar that night. You'd never expected this was what would happen— standing in a hotel bathroom in the middle of Las Vegas with Spencer fucking Reid moments after he fucked you into a fucking window.

To think— you'd just assumed that you'd be spending the rest of your life having horrible sex like you'd had with whatever the fuck his name was that day.

Spencer stood behind behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he leaned down, pressing his lips delicately to your neck, kissing it. "Come on," he whispered to you. "Let me clean you up."

You knew that it was dangerous— starting to have feelings for your dom. And you knew sooner or later that you were probably going to have to tell him. Communication is key— that's what he'd told you when you'd first started doing this with him.

Spencer guided you into the shower, pushing you beneath the shower head as he ran his fingers through your hair, the warm water beating down your back, washing over you. He leaned down, grabbing the complimentary bottle of shampoo that the hotel had given to you, his fingers pulling the knots gently out of your hair as he scrubbed your scalp, the suds rolling down your body, the water relaxing you in its inviting warmth.

What would that mean, though? If you told how you were starting to feel.

Spencer smiled at you as he pushed you back into the shower, your eyes falling shut and a sigh of contentment rushing past your lips as he combed his fingers through your hair, the soap trailing down your body, cleansing you. You both just stood there, wordless, as Spencer reached for the bottle of conditioner, squeezing it into the palm of his hand before bringing his lips beside your ear, whispering, "Turn around."

Would that mean that things would have to be over between you two?

You did as you were told, facing away from Spencer as he conditioned the ends of your hair, his hands trailing down to your shoulders, moving his thumbs in gentle circles over your skin.

You didn't want it to be over— not yet.

"Does it hurt?" Spencer asked, his fingers brushing over the bruise lightly on your shoulder, your skin burning at his delicate touch.

Not ever.

"It's... sore, but, I'll be okay," you replied, wincing slightly.

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself."

Spencer's voice was soft and soothing, his touch featherlight. He brought his lips down to your shoulder, kissing over the marks that he'd already left behind as if his touch could heal you, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"Yeah, that seems to happen a lot whenever you're around me," you whispered, each small kiss sending butterflies to your stomach, your heart racing inside your chest. Spencer pulled himself away from you, his hands gripping your hips.

He turned you around to face him, smiling at you as he brought his hands to your face, scrubbing the conditioner out of your hair. Your eyes fluttered shut at his benevolent touch, his fingers massaging your scalp as the soap swirled down the drain, the sound gurgling in your ears. "You like this, huh?" Spencer asked, his faint laugh ringing around you.

"Hmm," you smiled in response, nodding your head as you opened your eyes, looking up at him.

"Noted," Spencer grinned. He pulled his hands away from you and stood in front of you, droplets of water drizzling down his body from his own hair, the water from the shower making it appear longer.

Placing your hands over his shoulders, you smiled at him, giggling as you said, "Your turn," and shifted positions with him in the shower.

Spencer blushed at your words, shaking his head at you as he started to say, "You don't have to-"

"-I want to," you quickly spoke over him, reaching down to grab the bottle of shampoo and squeezing it into the palm of your hand before standing on your tip-toes, running your fingers through his curls. Spencer laughed at your struggle, bending over slightly so that you could reach his hair, lathering his brown curls in the sweet-scented shampoo.

"Don't make fun of me," you grumbled, pouting at him. "You're too fucking tall."

"You're so cute when you pout," he said, peering down at you as you pushed him back into the shower, letting the water run down his body, rinsing the soap out.

"Yeah, well, wanna know when you're not cute? When you're making fun of me," you said, hitting your hand lightly across his cheek.

"Says the one who is a brat literally all the time— disobeying and making fun of me."

"Hey— I take offense to that! I like to think that I've been very cooperative with you lately," you said, reaching for the conditioner, smoothing it over Spencer's hair. "But, I mean, if you'd like for me to start being a brat again, I would happily oblige," you smirked at him, laughing to yourself.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yeah?" Looking at him, you combed your fingers through his hair, washing the conditioner out. He looked down at you, a smile stretching across his lips before he reached out, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into him, capturing your lips in his.

It felt like you were caught in the middle of a dream that you never wanted to fucking end as your eyes fluttered shut, wrapping your arms around Spencer's neck as you stood on the tips of your toes, deepening the kiss. Fire coursed through your veins, butterflies exploding in your stomach as Spencer's hands moved to the small of your back, pulling your body flush against his, the water dripping over your bodies like falling rain.

You felt like you were dancing on clouds, your lips fitting perfectly with Spencer's like puzzle pieces, your skin tingling wherever he touched you. It was almost as if your lips had been made just for each other's, your chest pressed flat up against his, hooking a leg around his own.

Spencer pulled away from you after a moment, laughing. "We need to stop," he said, gazing down at you, "otherwise we're gonna end up having round three in here."

"Oh, and we definitely wouldn't want that, now, would we, Dr. Reid?" You smirked, shaking your head at him.

"It's not that I wouldn't want to. It's just... well... never mind."

"No, tell me."

Spencer pressed his lips into a thin line, pulling his arms away from you. "No, it's okay," he said, shaking his head at you. "You're probably too tired anyway. I don't wanna wear you out."

"Just tell me," you protested, crossing your arms.

Spencer looked down at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment, water dripping down his lean body as he spoke the words into infallible existence— words you thought that you'd never hear.

"I wanna take you out," he said, and your heart skipped a beat, pulling your head back to look at him, shocked.

He wanted to take you out.

"Spencer, it's one o'clock in the fucking morning," you said, grinning at him. "You wanna go now?"

"See, that's why I didn't wanna tell you," he sighed, frowning at you. "I knew you wouldn't want to."

"Hey, now, I didn't say that."

"Well, would you want to?"

A glimmer of hope shone in Spencer's eyes as he looked down at you, a small smile forming on his lips, and you smiled back at him, nodding your head. Spencer grinned at you, flashing his pearly white teeth at you for a moment before quickly closing his mouth, nodding at you. "So what is it that you had in mind?" You asked, reaching around behind him to turn the shower off.

"It's a surprise."

"Is it at least legal?" You asked, looking at him.

Spencer shrugged. "It may require a little breaking and entering," he replied, grinning at you. "But it's okay! Because I know the owner. He won't care."

"Breaking and entering? All right— who the hell are you and what have you done with Dr. Spencer Reid from the FBI?" You asked, laughing.

"Trust me, it'll be worth it," Spencer replied, placing his hands over your shoulders. His cheeks were bright red as he looked at you, asking, "Well, what do you say? Will you let me take you?"

"Lead the way, genius."

Spencer grinned at you before grabbing your hand, pulling you out of the shower. He handed you a towel before wrapping one around his own waist, walking over to your bags in the corner of the room that the hotel had delivered before you arrived. He pulled on a button-up, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows, deciding against wearing a tie before he pulled on a pair of trousers, tucking his shirt into them. You grabbed a regular t-shirt and jeans, pulling them on before you turned around to look at Spencer, grinning. He laughed, planting a kiss against your temple before going into the bathroom, running a comb through his curls.

You rifled through your bag, searching for your makeup bag until you heard Spencer say, "Don't."

You looked at him, raising a brow. "Don't?"

"You don't need makeup. I think you look pretty without it," Spencer replied, poking his head out from around the corner, smiling at you.

"Don't lie," you said, heat rushing to your cheeks as you placed the makeup bag back inside your bag, zipping it up.

"I'm not." Spencer walked back over to you, gripping your shoulders as he turned you around, pulling the comb through your wet hair. "I think you're beautiful, (Y/N)."

His words sent a wave of heat pulsing through your body, your heart pounding inside your chest. His hand was on your back as he pulled the comb gingerly through your hair, pulling the knots free. He dropped the comb on the bed, grabbing your hips as he turned you around to face him, smiling down at you. "How's that?" He asked.

"Good. Thank you," you replied, your voice soft.

"Come on." Spencer grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the hotel room. He led you down the hall, pulling you into the elevator where you backed away from him, laughing. He shook his head at you, smiling as he grabbed your waist, pulling you into him. "I'm not gonna do anything this time," he chuckled, bringing his lips beside your ear. "At least..."

He brought his hand down on your ass and you gasped, placing a hand over his chest. "Nothing that you don't want me to," he whispered, his warm breath sending chills racing down your spine. He pulled away from you, smirking as he pushed your hair away from your neck, grinning at the hickeys lining your skin. "My marks look good on you."

"Mm, yeah. Now someone's probably going to see them because 'you don't need makeup, (Y/N),'" you replied, making quotation marks in the air with your fingers as you mimicked the sound of Spencer's voice, looking up at him, smiling.

"You're so bad," he growled, hitting your ass again, a giggle leaving you.

"That's all I know how to be, sir."

The elevator came to a stop at the lobby floor, the doors opening with a loud creak as Spencer pulled you out of the elevator, his hand still resting on your hip. The lobby was empty— no one to be seen expect for a guard outside. Spencer pulled you towards the entrance, your eyes glancing around at the hotel until they landed on the black and white contraption sitting nearby, unopened. "Oh, now that's fucking hilarious," you said, laughing.

Spencer looked in the direction you were pointing, his fingers curling around yours before he grinned at you, dragging you over to the piano tucked away in the hotel ballroom. "Spencer!" You gasped, your eyes shooting wide open as he closed the door behind you, leading you over to the piano. "What are you doing?"

"Something that I know I'm not supposed to," he grinned, pulling you down beside him on the bench as he pulled open the lid, "but you make me wanna do things that I'm not supposed to."

He looked over at you, placing his fingers on the keys. "Let me play something for you?"

"Jesus, you must really wanna get arrested tonight, don't you?" You asked, looking at him.

"You'd bail me out," he chuckled, starting to play a piece on the piano that you didn't recognize, his fingers gliding over the keys, the symphony ringing around you.

"Bold of you to assume that I would," you grinned at him.

Spencer elbowed you, laughing as his hands danced across the keys, the music filling the empty ballroom. Sighing, you leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as the music swirled around you, washing over you, making it feel more and more like a dream. "Hmm," you sighed, placing your hand over his thigh. "I don't wanna leave Vegas."

"No?"

"I like being here. You know— with you." A smile crossed your lips as Spencer concluded his song, placing his hand over yours. "I don't wanna leave."

"Just wait until I show you what I have planned," Spencer laughed, grabbing your hand as he pulled you off the bench, dragging you behind him as he led you to the entrance of the hotel. "Then you'll definitely never want to leave."

He led you to the car parked outside, pulling your door open for you before walking around to his side, climbing in beside you. "Can I at least have a hint as to where we will be breaking in?" You asked, laughing.

"Nope. It's a surprise," Spencer grinned at you.

He pulled out of the parking lot, his hand clinging to yours as he drove down the street, a comfortable silence resonating in the car between you as you leaned your head back against the headrest, smiling to yourself. It was almost two in the morning and you were going on a date with Spencer Reid. Could things get anymore imprudently perfect?

This better not be a fucking dream, was all you could think as Spencer intertwined his fingers with yours. In that moment, the last thing that was on your mind was the fact that Spencer was still just your dom, and your colleague. But, in that moment, he felt like more. So much more.

And you liked that feeling.

Spencer parked in front of a large building, smiling at you as he said, "We're here." He hopped out of the car, running around to your side and pulling your door open for you, holding your hand as he helped you out of the car. You looked at the building, your eyes widening as you realized what it was, a wave of excitement washing over you, feeling yourself begin to tremble with elation. You looked up at Spencer, a grin forming on your lips as he smiled back at you, rocking back and forth on his heels. "Well?" He asked.

"Well," you laughed in response, grabbing his hand as you smiled up at him, shifting your gaze to the darkened building, "what are we fucking waiting for?"

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𝐴𝑈𝑇𝐻𝑂𝑅'𝑆 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸.I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE FHSKDJD. i had a long day yesterday and just didn't feel like writing. but anyway... where do y'all think spencer took y/n? ;)) HERE'S A REMINDER THAT I LOVE YOU SM <3