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hotchnerobsessed · 1 year

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Alone Again

Fem!Reader x Hotch | When Aaron unintentionally interrupts your alone time, it sparks a new desire in him.

Warnings: 🥵 Smut (Soft!Dom!Hotch, fem!masturbation, cockwarming, praise kink, slight exhibitionist kink) and a few swears!

Word Count: 3583

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I wrote this pretty fast and only checked for mistakes once so I apologize in advance for any typos 😅

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It had been ten days. Ten days since you’d seen him. Ten days since you’d kissed him, and felt his arms around you. The cases that took him so far away from you never got any easier. But you always made a point of talking to each other every day, even if it was only for a short 30 seconds so he could tell you he was safe.

The day started as they usually did, as you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing next to your head. You didn’t make a habit of sleeping with your phone so close to you, but when he was away, you couldn’t help it. Sliding your thumb across the screen, you answered through a sleepy voice, “Aaron?”

“Hi sweetheart,” he laughed softly, “I’m sorry did I wake you?”

“No, no it’s okay, I’m up.”

He could tell you were lying, the grogginess in your voice giving you away. “Shit, I’m sorry, it’s Saturday. I should have let you sleep in. I always lose track of what day it is on these long cases.”

Your chest ached at his words, it had been too long, and you desperately wanted him to come home. “I miss you so much.”

There was a pause, and you heard him breathe deep. You were certain it was because he missed you too, which was absolutely true, but you’d come to find out soon enough there was another cause for his hesitation. They had just wrapped up the case, and in a few short hours you would be in his arms again, but he wanted it to be a surprise. “I miss you too, my girl.”

Another pause on the phone, this time it was you who hesitated. “Everyone is good? Everyone is safe?”

His chest swelled at your concern for not only him, but for the rest of the team. Your massive heart was the reason he’d fallen for you in the first place. “Yes, everyone is fine.”

You nodded your head, aware that he couldn’t see it, but in an attempt to comfort yourself. “Good. That’s good.” You knew there was no point in asking him when he’d be coming home, these things were unpredictable, so you simply asked of him what you always did, “come home to me in one piece, you hear me?”

You could hear him smile through the phone, “always.”

“I love you, Aaron.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

“Talk again tomorrow?”

Another pause. “In person,” he thought to himself, but answered, “you know it.”

No more words were needed, as the line was silent for a couple seconds, both of you simply listening to the other’s breathing, before he finally hung up.

Setting your phone on the bedside table, you rubbed your eyes before opening them slowly and staring up at the ceiling. A deep sigh escaped your lips before you finally pulled back the covers and got out of bed.

Time passed slowly, as anything you tried to do to distract your mind from how much you missed him was unsuccessful. You’d watched short bursts of about six different movies, constantly flipping between channels, unable to get your mind to focus on any one alone.

The longer you sat there, faced with the knowledge of spending another night alone, the more you kept replaying the phone conversation over and over in your mind. Something about talking to him this morning made you miss him even more than usual, and you couldn’t shake that lonely feeling.

It didn’t take long for your mind to wander elsewhere, to other means of distraction. The perfect distraction from thinking about Aaron being gone, was thinking about the times Aaron was home; the times when he was close to you, touching you, and inside you.

As you changed the channel on the television one last time, you crossed one knee over the other. The slight relief this provided to the aching between your legs made it impossible for your to ignore any longer.

Finally turning the TV off for good, you closed your eyes and imagined Aaron on his knees in front of you. Sitting right in this very spot in the living room, where many times before he’d devoured you like you were his last meal, made it very easy for memories and sensations to come rushing back.

The slight rocking of your hips, and shaking of your foot just wasn’t going to cut it; you needed more, and you wanted room to get comfortable. Eagerly standing from the couch, you made your way towards your bedroom. Once inside, you tore off your pyjamas that you’d been wearing all day, and tossed them on the floor.

Climbing into the middle of the bed, you allowed yourself to lay back and spread yours legs. Just as you’d thought about the times you’d spent together in the living room, your mind now focused on the times he’d had you pinned to the mattress, endless pleasure washing over you.

Trailing your hands down your body, your hand soon made contact with your swollen bud, and the moan that escaped your lips filling the room. Not to your surprise, you were already soaking wet, as you trailed your fingers through your folds. The ease with which your fingers now moved across your core was euphoric, and it didn’t take long until you were imagining his lips all over you.

As the circles you were rubbing became tighter and faster, your climax approaching, you were completely unaware of the outside world. All your mind was able to focus on was the building pressure between your legs. That fact, coupled with how intentionally quiet he was trying to be when opening the door, made Aaron’s presence unknown to you.

Gently setting his bags on the couch, being careful not to let his keys make a sound, he smiled to himself knowing his surprise might actually work. It was at that moment that another moan escaped your lips, one so clear it made it’s way down the hallway. As Aaron’s ears perked up, he stood still, wondering if he’d just heard what he thought he had.

Sure enough, another deep moan made its way from your lips to his ears, followed by a breathless, “ohh.. Aaron..”

The smile on his face grew even wider; he couldn’t deny how it felt, knowing that even when you were all by yourself, he was still able to make you feel this good.

Taking extra care in his gentle footsteps across the floor, in no time he was standing just outside the bedroom door. He’d had you right there before, teetering on the edge of eagerness and pure bliss, so when another soft moan filled the air, he knew by the desperation in your voice that you were close.

Although he’d already heard too much, he didn’t want to cross too many boundaries; hearing you like this was different than seeing you like this. He wasn’t naive, he knew you still had a relationship with your own body, outside of your relationship with him. You were still more than entitled to your alone time, especially when he’d been gone for so long.

So he waited, not so patiently now with his hard length straining against his pants, for you to finish.

That would come sooner rather than later, with one final whimper of his name, you crested the wave and felt the bliss you’d been chasing rush through your veins.

Giving you a few seconds to regain composure, he took one final step forward and gently leaned against the wooden doorframe. As he gazed at you from the doorway, seeing you so exposed like this, sparked something new in his mind. He’d been inside you countless times before, and could get himself off simply by thinking about how it felt as one of your orgasm squeezed the life out of him. But he wanted to try something different, and he was hoping you would be eager to as well.

Just as you pulled your hand away from your core, your breathing still laboured, you were brought out of your trance by the sound of a familiar voice. He spoke gently in an attempt to not startle you, “you missed me that much, huh sweetheart?”

Your eyes flew open, and you sat up with a jolt, the fog in your brain gone in an instant. Glancing across the room, you gasped as your eyes took in the sight in front of you. He stood there, full suit in tact, hair slightly tousled, no doubt from a quick nap on the long flight home. He looked absolutely divine. You would have thought so regardless, but especially now, after having just made yourself cum while thinking about him.

Before you could form any words, you were slipping your legs off the side of the bed and playfully bounding towards him. With his arms outstretched to you, you wrapped your arms around his waist and he pulled you into his chest. Neither of you cared that he was fully clothed and you were not, simply being able to hold one another again was all you cared about.

You clenched your fists, gripping the fabric of his suit jacket and pulling him impossibly close. Breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne, you felt him place a tender kiss to the top of your head. One of his hands was combing through your hair gently, and the other was resting on the small of your back, pulling your body against his.

Finally answering his question, you whispered against his chest, “yes. Yes I did miss you that much.”

A comforting laugh rumbled in his chest as you squeezed him even tighter. It didn’t take long for you to clue into the fact that he must have heard you calling out his name, but you didn’t care, because it clearly had a desirable affect on him. You could tell he was ready for you, his length pressing into your hip, so you teased right back, “looks like you missed me a little bit, too.” Bringing one of your hands to the front of his body, you gently caressed him through his pants, revelling in the hiss that escaped his lips.

“Just a little bit..” he confessed.

Finally tilting your head back to look into his eyes, he smiled down at you, until he was unable to hold back any longer. Learning forward, his hand that was on the back of your head tugged on your hair gently, and he connected his lips to yours passionately.

You quickly began removing articles of his clothing as he trailed kisses along your jaw, and down your neck. Mumbling against your warm skin, he asked, “think you have a few more in you?”

You stopped where you were, his chest now bare to you as you tugged on his belt. Placing tender kisses across his chest from one shoulder to the other, you stated, “for you? Always..” before picking up right where you left off.

The urgency in your movements was evident, with both of you now completely undressed, the feeling of skin on skin soothing both of your lonely and aching minds.

As he laid you back on the bed, you admitted, “I’m already so wet..” implying you didn’t need him to go down on you like he always did. You missed him, and you just wanted him inside you again. “Please Aaron, I just want you to fuck me.”

He let out a deep moan at your admission, his bare length making contact with your core. Pulling back slightly, his eyes darkened, and you felt heat rush to your face. You knew that look. You’d seen it many times before. He was going to fuck you. But not until he got what he wanted. And whatever it was, you were eager to give it to him.

He stood from the bed, and you watched intently as he pulled open the top drawer of the bedside table and grabbed a condom. In no time at all, he had it rolled down his length and was back between your legs. His voice was deep and commanding, “Don’t worry my sweet girl, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore, but I want you to do something for me first.”

Nodding your head, you anxiously listened for what it was he wanted you to do.

“I want to hear you say it.”

Your voice was shaky as you spoke, “I’ll do whatever you want, Sir. I’ll be a good girl.”

The look on his face at your words made your walls clench around nothing. Before you knew what hit you, he was running his length through your folds and pushing himself inside you. The feeling knocked the breath right out of your chest, and you let out a short gasp. Giving his hips one final thrust forward, he collapsed on top of you and moaned against your neck.

He kept his hips still as he trailed kisses along your neck, before capturing your lips with his passionately once more. Pulling back, he gazed into your eyes and you could see the contemplation on his face; he knew what he wanted, and he hoped you would be comfortable giving it to him.

You both trusted each other completely, it’s why you worked so well together. You both knew there was no judgement between you no matter what, but you were still gentle, and honest, and respectful when it came to trying something new.

Lifting his body weight off of yours, he leaned back on his heels, all while his hands kept a firm grasp on your hips, holding you in place. With his length still buried deep inside you, your legs draped over his thighs, you were completely exposed to him as he glanced down at where your bodies met.

You couldn’t help the heat that rose in your cheeks as you watched him take in the sight. You were unable to pull your eyes away from him, trying desperately to read every micro-expression on his face and figure out what he was thinking. You would soon find out, and you would not be disappointed.

You felt his hand spread out against the inside of your thigh, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against the soft skin. His eyes trailed along your body, across your breasts, before your eyes met.

“I didn’t watch.. earlier, when I got home.. I could hear you, but I didn’t watch.”

Mild disappointment clouded your mind; though you adored the gentleman he was, not wanting to intrude on your personal time, you almost wished he had peeked. You had nothing to hide when it came to him.

“But I wanted to.”

His admission made the knots in your stomach tighten. “Me too,” you thought to yourself, but you stayed silent, knowing you were finally going to find out what he wanted from you.

“And I still do.”

Blinking slowly a couple times, you tried to interpret what he meant, and as it finally clicked in your mind, he spoke once more.

“I want you to touch yourself.”

Your mouth dropped open at his words, as you started breathing heavier.

“I want you to make yourself cum while I’m inside you.”

You exhaled deep, your mouth already dry with anticipation. “Oh fuck,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, “okay.. yes..” you stumbled over your words, “yes, Sir.”

His lips curled upwards into a smile that set your entire body on fire. If you weren’t already soaking for him, the desire in his eyes would have made you wet in an instant.

“Good girl,” he cooed, his thumb still rubbing those same circles against the inside of your thigh.

The level of comfort you felt with him had you acting on his request immediately. In a moment where your instincts might normally be to cover up, to shy away, he had you blossoming and eager to show off.

His eyes followed the trail of your fingertips, along both of your breasts, down your stomach, and between your legs. You started by resting one hand on top of his that was still rubbing gentle circles along the inside of your thigh.

You knew how much he loved the feeling of your nails on his skin, so you used your other hand to gently run your nails down his stomach. The muscles in his abdomen tensed and his eyes flickered shut momentarily as a low moan graced his lips. You smirked to yourself, knowing that even when he was the one in charge, you still had that kind of an affect on him.

Once your hand trailed all the way down, you let your fingers caress the base of his cock, as it lead straight into your heat. The countless times you’d been together, you’d never felt this before, the direct connection of your bodies with your fingertips. It was new and exhilarating for both of you, so you took a second to simply enjoy how full you felt, even from the outside.

“You’re teasing,” his voice was strained as he spoke through gritted teeth. Looking up at him, you blinked not-so-innocently, causing him to swallow hard. “Go on, be a good girl, I want to watch you make yourself cum.”

His words made your hips move involuntarily, and that slight taste of movement had you whimpering in no time. Now with both hands on your hips, his grip tightened, fingers digging into your soft flesh. He was trying to hold you still as much as himself; it was taking everything in him not to pound you into the mattress right then and there.

The look he gave you made heat pool between your legs, and your body reacted before your mind had a chance to catch up. With your fingers now directly on your clit, the feeling was euphoric. You didn’t know if you’d ever be able to describe it.

He’d made you lose control around him so many times before, but one of you was always moving. The stillness of your hips now, combined with the familiar stretch of him deep within you, and the furious circles you were rubbing against your body, had you coming undone in no time.

“Mmm.. fuck..” he groaned, “I can feel you, sweetheart. Fuck..” he was nearly breathless himself, “your pretty little pussy is squeezing me so tight.”

The soft whimpers that escaped your lips was music to his ears, “I’m close.. Aaron..” the break in your submissive exterior causing him to shiver at his own name, “Sir.. I’m going to cum..”

The faster your fingers moved, the closer that edge became.

“Such a good girl. Go on. Cum on my cock pretty girl.”

Before you knew it, pure bliss was consuming your mind.

“Yeah.. there you go.. fuuuuck you feel so good.”

With his strong hands holding your hips still, your back arched off the bed, your fingers still connected to your core. You were right on the verge of over-stimulation, but not wanting the pleasure to end. With a couple final swipes of your fingertips across your swollen clit, your body shuddered and you pulled away.

A deep exhale relaxed your entire body, as your sleepy eyes slowly opened. You were greeted with the beautiful sight of Aaron’s eyes raking across your entire body, before settling between your legs once more. “Damn sweetheart, that was so sexy.”

You smiled bashfully, as your eyes slipped closed once more. You’d hardly had a chance to get your breath back, before he was knocking it out of you once again. The sudden movement of his hips against yours, and the long drag of his length out of you, was swiftly followed by his body weight on top of yours and his length slamming back into you.

“OH FUCK!” You couldn’t help the scream that escaped your lips, as his pelvis continually brushed across your still sensitive clit. With every thrust, you felt every nerve ending in your body explode.

He kept true to his promise of fucking you until you couldn’t walk. You’d lost count of just how many times he made you cum. As the 6th? 7th? orgasm of the night washed over you, he abruptly snapped his hips into you one last time, as he spilled his release inside the condom.

Your nails dug into his skin, no doubt leaving marks up and down his back. With both of your breathing heavy against each other’s necks, you let out a faint but content laugh. “That.. holy shit..” you spoke between deep breaths, “that.. was incredible.”

His laugh matched yours, airy and weak, but blissful, “I think..” a couple deep breaths, “we need to do that more often.”

A blush crept onto your face as he lifted his head to look you in the eyes, “you like watching me, hey?”

He nodded profusely, your soft Aaron was back once more as a love-sick smile crossed his face, “can you blame me?”

Shaking your head lovingly, you placed your hand on the back of his head and pulled his lips to yours. After sharing a breathless yet passionate kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, and you confessed, “I liked it too..” you laughed again, “I mean, I really liked it..”

A cheeky grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, “yeah?”

All you could do was nod in agreement, as his lips captured yours once more.

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matthewfuckinggraygubler · 5 months

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✨IMAGINE SPENCER❤️YOU✨

Responses to "I love you ❤️" version

"I knew it."

*laughing hysterically*

*gulp* "aha..ok....sure" *dying inside*

*yay*

*Intense gaze. You know what will come next.*

*still dying*

*🌋🔥🎇❤️‍🔥*

*The most tender and incredulous smile in the universe confirming that they feel the same way about you.*

"Were you talking to me?"

To be continue? Any request? 😁😏

#criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg #cm #dr reid #dr spencer reid #imagine #spencer reid imagine #imagine spencer reid #spencer reid fan fic #criminal minds fan fiction #imagine of the day #fluff #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds imagines #humor #imaginespencerandyou

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gothamslostboy · 1 year

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Hi me again! Could I request Spencer Reid x trans male reader (ftm) with the prompts

“Please stay” and “It’s cold when your gone”

Where the 2 r js cuddling bc some asshole at y/ns work said some shit abt him being trans

Maybe a bit of making out but fs like kisses

Ty luv 🫶

- 🦭

A/N: hey 🦭, thank you for my first ever Spencer Reid request! This was a great experience to write and I hope you like it:]

Meliorism

WORDS: 850

MELIORISM (n.) the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world

Spencer Reid x FTM reader

SPENCER YOU

Spencer had 3 main amazing talents. His eidetic memory, which allowed him to recall the tiniest visual details of the things he sees, even if briefly. Reid could also read 20,000 words a minute, finishing books that would take a regular person multiple days in only a few hours. These are well known about Spencer, but, his third talent is something only you’ve experienced. He has the ability to read your emotions perfectly.

If he hadn’t already explained that the ability to be a genuine mind reader would require factors that don’t exist in our world, you would’ve been sure he was one. No matter how insignificant the feeling, Dr. Spencer Walter Reid knew you felt it. So it was no suprise when he was already at the door when you arrived home, scooping you into a hug and kissing your forehead.

Daniel said something again didn’t he? You know, even after one transphobic comment the U.S Equal Employment Opportunity Commission says that he can be fired. I’m sorry he does this Y/N, you deserve better. You let out a small chuckle as he continues to ramble about different papers and documents he’s read that could help. Just knowing how much Spencer wants to help makes the hurt you feel evaporate away for a bit.

I’m gonna be ok Spence, it just hurts to hear those things. Especially because he was a work friend before he found out I’m trans. You broke away from the hug to shrug the burgundy coat off your body, placing it on the coat rack before grabbing Spencer’s hand & walking towards your shared bedroom. I know Y/N, but you’re just too great of a guy to have to put up with hateful speech. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? I just want to lay down and watch a show, is Star Trek alright? He smiles, matching the small one on your face as he nods.

Sounds perfect! Did you know that Star Trek actually has very little physics mistakes? Considering the time it was- Spencer’s phone rings, cutting off a rant you were honestly interested in hearing. He answers, the corners of his mouth dropping back down as he exhales. He nods his head a few times before excusing himself to the person on the other end of the phone. Sorry Hotch, just a moment. You’re now back to feeling the same disappointment you had earlier, Aaron only calls after 6:00pm when there’s a case.

Y/N, im so sorry, Reid cups your face with his left hand. There’s a briefing for a case, we leave early tomorrow. Please stay. You lean your face into his hand even more. I know it’s selfish, but I just don’t want to be alone…. Its not selfish. A quiet silence fills the moment. Spencer examines you for a second before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. He guides you onto the bed, pulling off your shoes and turning on Star Trek. He exits the room and moves the phone back to his ear. You sigh, knowing that the case is important or he would’ve stayed.

Surprisingly, Spence re enters about 10 minutes later, with waters and your favorite snack. I thought- I can read the case files on the flight tomorrow. There’s more than enough time and Hotch said he’d fill me in on any other information needed. You hug his side as he sits down, pulling yourself close enough to rest your head on his shoulder as you watch the show. Thank you Spence. It’s better when you’re here, the house is so cold when I’m alone. He turns your head to face his, you come first Y/N, always.

Both leaning in for a slightly intense kiss, time passes and you realize 1 and 1/2 episodes have played in the background. You two had got so caught up in eachother that the tv noise had been completely forgotten. Spencer shares one more peck, before turning back to the screen. I thought you just wanted to lay down and watch a show? We haven’t done very much of that have we? A snicker escapes you as your eyes roll playfully.

Alright, I know. You’ve seen this show a hundred times- 68 and 3/5ths. Reid beams at you as you raise an eyebrow. Ok, you’ve seen this show 68 & 3/5ths times, what’s happened so far in this episode?

He begins to tell you all the needed context for the episode, and then some extra. You lean back against his shoulder and you two hold the hands closest to eachother, the horrible day of work completely forgotten.

Spencer tended to do that. He made all your bad days turn into good ones. You knew no matter how many people tried to hurt you, to tear away your happiness, that people like Spencer Reid existed. People who spend everyday trying to fix this broken world. You knew that meeting Spencer and falling in love with him was the luckiest thing a guy like you could do.

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beelmons · 1 year

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me re-reading my own fic before writing the new chapter because i cannot remember a single thing that happens in it

#yes this is about escapade #writing #fanfiction #fan fiction #criminal minds fan fiction #spencer reid x reader #i literally cannot remember what happened in ep 4 alsdkjfalskjdflkasdfklj

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matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl · 1 year

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MASTER LIST

Requests are open! these are all the characters i have written for so far, but i’m open to writing for more.

ROGER TAYLOR:

Just The Two Of Us (fluff, soft smut)

Women Taken By The Wind (fluff, teasing)

Welcome Home (fluff, smut, hurt/comfort)

Don't Worry. I'm Just Sleeping (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Hormones (fluff, teasing, pregnancy)

Friends Will Be Friends - Chapter One (Friends to Lovers, angst, hurt/comfort)

Friends Will Be Friends - Chapter Two (Friends to Lovers, subtle angst, smut)

Just A Babysitter (age gap, forbidden feelings, smut)

KEANU REEVES:

Don't Wait Up (fluff)

JOHN WICK:

Safe (fluff, hurt/comfort, soft smut)

Late Night Visitor - Part One (smut, age difference)

Late Night Visitor - Part Two (age difference, oral smut, some fluff)

MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER:

Pregnancy (soft!Matthew, pregnancy)

Not Real (hurt/comfort, Criminal Minds!Matthew)

Good Morning (smut, softdom)

NSFW alphabet (Headcanon)

More headcanons... (NSFW)

SPENCER REID:

Under The Weather (fluff, subtle hurt/comfort)

Long Distance (phone sex, smut, subtle dom reader, subtle dom spencer/switch)

Knight in Shinning Armor (hurt/comfort, kidnapping, FBI agent reader, angst)

GOOD OMENS:

You’re My Best Friend (hurt/comfort, aziraphale is sick, crowley takes care of him)

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snailsandpuppy-dogtails · 4 months

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Crocoideae Eros

Garvez smut (Sex Pollen!) 7840 words on ao3 For you @bacchicly

She never would have thought she’d end up here with him. She could have dreamed it, sure, but she would have assumed she’d lost her mind upon waking up and immediately given herself a very stern talking to. He was her teammate after all, her…friend, sort of, on bad days.

And yet, today must have been a very bad day because here they were.

She and Alvez in a broom closet in a secure government lab hooking up like a scene from some bad Skinemax movie.

Fuck.

Yes

no-

Scifi, really, given the catalyst.

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“I’ll go check in with Penelope, see how the backgrounds are going,” Luke volunteered, after everyone convened to bounce ideas off one another from initial investigations. He didn’t need to, they could call, but what was the benefit of having her with them if not getting to see her face to face real-time updates?

The director of the facility had called Prentiss personally to have the team look into the multiple "accidental" poisonings on site that their own investigators hadn't been able to pinpoint. While normally, Garcia would have stayed back at Quantico and assisted virtually, the nature of the materials the lab possessed and the things they were working on required that all feet be on-site.

After hearing glass break and a shriek following his knock, Luke swiftly pulled his weapon, stealthy twisted the knob, and peered around the door. Was the unsub after her? That would be completely out of character given the other four victims, but maybe their presence had escalated things.

From his location what he found was Penelope, alone, enveloped in a cloud of sparkling yellow dust, sneezing.

“ahHH-CHOO! Oh Fudge.” He watched as she looked on miserably at the shattered jar surrounding her feet. Luke holstered the gun and walked in, closing the door behind him.

“We leave you alone for half an hour and you’re already back to your old ways, dismantling labs, Garcia?”

“Ha. Ha.” she said dryly, “Very funny. If somebody hadn’t scared me half to death knocking without warning- This place gives me the heebie jeebies. It’s cold and sterile and there are a bunch of things in jars around me with labels— thank god not animals- and now I broke one! You know, this- this is why I don’t come! I’m much better in my own space, with my own things!”

Luke was holding back his laughter at her distress, mouth covered, shoulders shaking. Penelope, cute even when worked up. No, especially when worked up.

“Would you just- Stop that! Make yourself useful! Get me a broom or something. What’s protocol in this situation? Luke! Stop! Help me clean this up!”

She thought about all the forms they’d signed, there must have been some mention of procedure in them.

“Okay, okay, calm down hotshot, just stay where you are, don’t move. I’ll get a broom, but we should let someone know… It could be some one-off sample…Tell me what it is and I’ll radio it in.”

Penelope, vigorously rubbing at her now tickling face, glasses removed, replied somewhat frustrated, “You’re going to have to read it yourself, apparently,I’m allergic.”

Cautiously covering his mouth and nose with his forearm, Luke walked over and crouched at her feet pulling a glove out of his pocket to pick up the labeled piece of broken jar, then looked up at her with wide eyes, “Crocoideae Eros, this? This is what broke?”

Penelope looked down at him nervously and stepped back, instinctively putting space between her and the concerning pile of shimmering gold dust, “Evidently…Is it bad? Oh god, are you going to call hazmat? Because let me tell you, I am NOT going to strip naked in front of a bunch of strangers and get washed down in some horrid tent like Reid I- I…”

Luke dropped the piece back into the pile and stood, laughing internally at both Penelope being allergic to it, and the predicament he found himself in with her. It wasn’t life-threatening, but it also wasn’t ideal. Certainly not given his certain feelings.

Penelope watched the red tip of his tongue swiping across his lower lip, leaving it full and shining now that his arm wasn’t hiding half his face, and his dimple pulling in hard on his cheek, and thought about what it would be to fill the divot with her own tongue… just… there…

Stop it- blinking rapidly, she pulled herself back to focus.

“You’re definitely going to feel like stripping down…but thankfully it’s not actually poisonous or deadly…I, um.” He faltered, frowning, suddenly becoming very warm at the subject and proximity, “I heard one of the researchers talking about it, it’s caused some very interesting reactions and interactions in the mice population.”

“Interesting?!” she shrieked in a panic, “What do you mean by interesting? Luke Alvez if I leave here with three legs-“

The loud laugh was startling, he certainly seemed to think this was more funny than concerning.

And he was so sexy when he laughed, head tossed back…

Try as she might, her focus seemed glued to that bit of exposed chest between his open collar, his long taut neck, Alvez talking about stripping…

She felt her breath getting heavier and a familiar vibrating warmth spark between her thighs.

“No, nothing like that, it’s…Cupid’s Crocus… it’s like nature’s super aphrodisiac.”

He catches her eye as those words, what he’s saying, settle in her head through the forming fog.

”You’ll start to feel warm, feel like stri-“ he clears his throat, she watches the tight movements of muscle under rough, tan skin, “feel uncomfortable in your clothes, you’ll feel, ah, desire, and desired…” The way he says it is dark and smooth chasing a chill down her spine.

A shiver he can’t help but notice.

“You won’t be able to resist it, you’ll seek relief… multiple times…It’s been the only way they’ve found it clears from the system.”

And then he sneezes.

“Oh” it isn’t clever, it isn’t enlightening, but it’s the thought she’s capable of voicing right then.

Somehow they’d drifted closer, very close. She can feel the heat radiating from him, every bit of her pulling towards him, wanting to reach out, screaming to reach out.

And then, “But what about you? You keep saying me, but you’re in here too, shouldn’t you be feeling it-”

“No-” It was meant to be a firm answer, but it sounded more like a weak protest.

He isn’t. He couldn’t be. He hadn’t even considered it because…

Because he always feels like this in some way around her. Always fighting the feelings he had, knowing she wouldn’t reciprocate, the feelings she conjured in him despite his trying to let them go.

But,

He feels it in his nose, just the slightest tickle. His heartbeat getting faster, internal temperature spiking as his pulse races.

Fuck.

“Maybe.” Luke swallows, pulling himself to the neighboring lab station, putting distance between them.

“but I wasn’t…”

Penelope, regaining some faculty, interrupts his denial. “We need to leave. We need to go back to our respective hotel rooms. And handle this. Separately. So we can…And come back when…When..” They’d be abandoning their team, their friends… someone was sure to notice and there was very possibly a murderer on the premises.

She watches Luke nod in agreement, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide, staring at his own hands. His cheeks are tinted with a flush she’s never seen on him, the slight pinky-red shining through tan, and he swallows, but Penelope gets hung up tracking the bob of his Adam’s apple, the hum of his pulse…and loses her train of thought.

The sound of indecision is like ice cracking, a tiny strip of air, trapped, escaping her throat.

Luke grips the counter between them, but tears his eyes from his whiting fingertips, pulling them to the woman he’s willing himself not to look at like that. Like he’s the big bad wolf and she’s a particularly scrumptious and delectably plump pig. There are people who have died. People who are counting on them, but neither of them are any use like this and if they told anyone, if they told Emily, they’d be forced to- and yet increasingly all he’s able to think about is…

Clearing his throat, Luke agrees, they definitely need to get out of here.

Soon.

He’s wanted her for so long he’s not sure he can walk out of here with her. Beside her. Like this, knowing what he knows, and hold it together. Not act on it. Not lean into it. “Penelope-”

The sound is rough and dark, fresh asphalt, a shot of espresso straight to her bloodstream. Straight to his.

It jolts and wakes her, pupils dilating. She tries to focus, to ground herself, she’s gripping the pen in her hands so hard it might snap and her fingers ache. “…We should leave a note- A warn-“ she tries, a warning, to others, of the mess she’s made and left, but her voice is all breathy and velvety and feminine and fuck he looks good. She may only be using her very trusty personal items when she gets back to the hotel, but she won’t be able think about anyone but him.

And yes, if she were really able to feel anything besides absolute arousal right now, she’d feel awful about abandoning the case, but this would be like taking a lunch break, breaking for sleep, she reasoned. She knows neither of them will be of any use to the team, won’t be able to continue, if Luke’s lab rumors are true, until this is taken care of. The sooner the better.

Luke blinks, restraint. Patience. Restraint. “Whatever you need to do, do it quick.”

Penelope snags a turquoise Post-It and hurriedly scrawls “Sorry! -P” and bends down to leave it on the glittering mess before exiting the door Luke is impatiently holding open, head jerked to the ceiling after catching a fuller view of her very full chest with the provocative help of gravity and her maddening need to bend from the waist. Penelope bent over…he’d like to bend her over a lab table and…NO.

They start off at a brisk walk, his hand hovering on her lower back, each hurrying but trying not to draw attention to themselves, corner after corner they turn, feet moving quicker and quicker until giddy giggles burst forth from mouths straining for impassivity, the unexplainable excitement that’s been filling them with every foot fall.

They rush down the sleek, white hall, echos chasing, stop and start, stop and start, walk, scurry, walk, and suddenly Penelope’s heeled feet can’t keep up with Luke’s long strides and it feels like a joyful bubbling teeter, on a ledge falling or being pulled, rushing towards freedom, rushing towards the exit when Luke hears footsteps and suddenly grasps Penelope’s hand pulling her down a dark corridor in a sharp right, opening a door, immediately tugging her quickly after himself and jerking it tightly shut.

They’re each panting in the darkness, the room is small, a maintenance closet.

His actions were instinct more than anything. He knows what will happen if they’re found out, that it’ll derail the whole investigation, that he and Penelope will be taken off the case, either short term, or indefinitely. And that they’d become unwilling human case-studies in a government lab.

There was no way he was allowing that to happen to her.

They stay quiet for a moment, listening, and then Penelope’s the first to talk. “Luke, this wasn’t the plan-“ the remindercoming out as a whine. They were leaving here and going their separate ways, but now he’s super close, crowding her, and she can feel her chest, swollen and tender, her clothes, tight, conforming, her whole being warm, warm, warm. There’s a strong pulsing throb between her thighs when her nipples rise and fall, scraping against his chest, and she shifts her legs trying to stave off the feeling, for some slight release, but finds it only intensifies things…and that Luke seems to notice.

Her plead tickles his neck. He can feel her chest brushing against his and his hand that had been holding hers quickly climbs to her waist, fingers spreading to curl around, thumb sweeping. He knows he has feelings for her…doesn't want to cross a line…but each pollen invader is working over time in the war inside himself leaving little option and little room for rational thought; they march and sweep, a dust storm of override snapping and breaking each ‘right’ behavior, each redirection his chivalry tries to take, pushing onward in their own mission.

His tongue peaks out, licking his lip, his breath blowing heavy as he tries to speak through the fog that’s formed around him in the closet, but he’s looking at her through the darkness and he can’t really think of anything, anything beyond kissing swollen cherry lips. All he knows is they’re trapped and he can’t move and he’d do anything…anything but open the door and leave.

Neither says anything, speech seemingly shutdown, but there’s an exchange in looks, an understanding, an agreement. They can’t. They can’t. They need to get out. Penelope takes half a step back, all she can manage in the tight confines, but with the fall of her heel, snaps forward, and just as quickly Luke’s hands are catching her, down, gripping the soft flesh of her ass and lifting her leg, fingers digging in, kneading, spreading, holding her closer. Her lips are on his, and she can’t help the little cry that breaks from them as he spreads her legs around his thighs, the skirt of her dress slipping up, a large hand bracing firmly on her ass, grinding her soaked underwear against his bulging shaft, Penelope’s hips chasing sweet relief as shockwaves of pleasure pulse through her.

Her hands run up his forearms and her nails streak down, head rolling back as her body shudders with the feeling of his. Every point of contact an electrifying spark.

It’s the pollen, it’s just the pollen, she tells herself. For him, for her, as she cums just like that, breath pitching, legs shaking in his hold, quivering. Embarrassingly fast.

“Fuck,” is whispered into her hair, his eyes slamming shut as he bites down the coming confession. He hasn’t let an inch slip between them. In fact he gets closer, letting his forehead slip to her shoulder and she feels him, still just as hard, harder if possible, between them.

“How-“ he’s trying with all his strength to hold off, to hold back, to not roll them right now and pin her against the wall, to regain control, but the cloud of pollen rolls in, thickening at the sound and feel of her.

Deep inside he knows they need to leave, need to separate before it goes further, but his body takes action, the private pleasure of nuzzling her neck, the feel of her soft skin, “-D-Did it help?” He asks, covering. As if what he’d just done wasn’t driven by selfish and weak desire, as if he hadn’t dreamed of what she sounded like when she came, of her calling his name…but she hadn’t done that. And no. No, this was just because one of them needed a clear head…and she’d been infected first. And this was how they fixed it. It was that. He was just helping her. Them.

Her cheeks are flush and warm from the rush of climax and she’s sucking down air like a man drowning, but she feels the tingles that had taken over subsiding, the fog rolling away. She also feels his breath, warm and damp on her chillin, sweahsteened skin, fingertips drifting in circles and the faint tickle of eyelashes, the tip of his nose trailing, Penelope closes her eyes, biting her lip and nods, not trusting her own voice just yet.

Luke was still clearly under the effects of the pollen, besides the obvious, his hands haven’t quit roaming, gliding over the bodice of her dress, down her back, over her ass, bunching her skirt as they move back up, his heart thundering, and his lips at her collar starting to join.

He’s intoxicated, drunk- he wants to stop, to control himself, but he barely registers he’s doing anything at all, Luke trapped below the surface.

The clarity would be for nothing if she didn’t use it to help get them out of there, but she knows there’s no getting out unseen with Luke in his current state. Luke in his current state is doing his level best to work her back up and- blame the pollen- it’s working incredibly well. His hips writhe against her as his hands swirl and rub, lips sucking and teeth nipping and “-Luke” Penelope pants, hands landing on his shoulders.

“Chica,” he barely lifts his head in response, mouth a breath above skin.

“I’m gonna help you, alright? Then we can get out of here.”

There’s something he feels like he should be remembering, something about…something…what she means…but then hot hands are slipping between them and he feels the tight pinch as the button on his waistband is brought together then freed, feels the stress of the zipper and release around his straining cock, hot, damp, soft flesh grasping, wrapping. His jaw opens and glides, mouth sinking wider around the crook of her neck with an appreciative moaning sigh, teeth sensuously dragging up with the firm pull of her fist, full lips suckling up the column of her throat, hands feeling every part of her, hands like dutiful explorers traversing every inch. Hips rock and sway with the acton, thrusting and moaning, the friction of twisting pumps, faster and faster, the clink of plastic bangles dampened between bodies, his kisses becoming more and more insistent against her neck, her jaw, until she gives in, mouth finding his, Luke’s hips jerking, Penelope’s grip tightening- base to tip, base to tip, base to ti- base to- base- base- bay- A grunting whimper releases with hot cum, and then again as abs constrict and he thrusts up, Penelope’s hand slowing but not stopping, her other pressed into his chest forcing him back against the door, watching as his face contorts helplessly in pleasure and his body slumps, free of the first wave of invaders.

Clarity was a world of difference, a world of guilt, now that he was able to think straight. What had transpired, in normal circumstances, would certainly be considered actionable offenses of sexual assault on a coworker. He’d just assaulted Penelope; isolating her, trapping her, not following through with their plan, groping her, forcing her on him- “Pen-“

But she cuts him off immediately, “No. No talking. Talking later, now, we go. Before it hits again and we best case end up in another closet.”

Luke looks at her, hard concern, and she would swear there was a trace of hurt, but he jerks a nod, tucking himself away before rolling to listen at the door, cautiously opening it, and grasps her hand, leading them back out of the broom closet and down the last series of corridors before the exit.

“How convenient that this end of the lab’s been evacuated while we conduct our investigation” She whispers, thankful for the escape rout.

Glancing down at the obvious cum drying on his shirt, he huffs his agreement, “We need to tell the team something, they know I was coming to check in with you”

“You worry about getting us back to the hotel in time, I’ll handle the team.” The conversation ping ponged through the last remaining door, the pair making their way to the garage, serendipitously undetected.

Garcia: Famished- Alvez and I are grabbing lunch. Systems are running. Be back in 40!

She doesn’t send the text until Luke’s put the SUV in drive.

Thankfully, they didn’t have that long to go; just three lights and a highway separated dangerous exposure from solitary safety.

Penelope, flipping down the mirror, thumbs along her lip adjusting smudged- ok, nearly gone, lipstick. Rubbing her lips to spread it more evenly, Luke’s vision drifts, caught on the sight; fingers and lips, pucker and pout, the SUV drifting in kind, wheels riding heavy over the shoulder rumble strip.

“Hay!” snaps out, surprised eyes turning on him at the inadvertent turn-on, a combination of the vibration of the seat hitting, and her current heightened sensitivity. He jerks the car back to the lane, but just as shortly, her cheeks flushing and mouth dropping open, panting lightly, a little devious thought- a tiny little devil- whispershe do it again…and so he does. This time heavy lidded eyes watching intentionally.

Penelope jumps and gasps as they ride the strip longer, then pull off.

Back again: Three. Short. Bursts

His eyes flicker to the road and to her face, to her thighs falling open, wheels hitting the road studs, the vehicle thunking, her pelvis canting back, “Luke- stop- ple“ it’s a high and soft and beautiful kind of plead, she licks her lips and her shoulders roll back. He can feel his arousal spiking, erection growing, but doesn’t care, eyes darting to her chest, the redding pink exposed skin. Brushing back over the grooves, her hands grip either side of the seat, thighs squeezing tight together, eyes squeezing just as tightly, Luke so caught up in watching her, thinking what it would be to be in her, he almost misses their exit.

Neither devil nor angle, but something in between, forces him back to attention, back to their goal. The hotel. Right. With no further instigation he drives them there, Penelope adjusting her clothing and posture for the remainder of the trip.

She’s antsy, and bothered, and halfway there no thanks to him. She can feel herself dipping in and out, willing herself to remain, to not fall into to it, not lose grip and let those dastardly little antigens take over.

As soon as he pulls into the parking lot she’s unbuckling her seatbelt, hand on the door handle, but images crowed her mind, of him, the looks he’d given her, how he looked when he came…what the rest of him might look like…feel like, her body shivering at the prospect.

The door tugs from her grasp, snapping her out of it, and there he stands, all six feet of his broad, muscled toughness and it doesn’t help things. Hand in his again, he pulls her, pushes her, guides her to the building, no time to loose…for either of them.

The elevator to the third floor is fraught with stubborn and eroding self-control, every little spore riffling through his memory for every dirty, sexy, flirty, inappropriate thought and interaction they’ve had in spaces like this egging him on, building their case. He looks at her then, Penelope glancing over at the same time.

shit

she gets caught in the heat

Gaze locked on gaze for one beat, two- a second too long, she should have looked away…her mouth drops open, his eyebrows raising, and he pulls her into his arms, Penelope taking a seven story swan dive into the haze, the pulse and throb of his touch-

but then-

he stops.

Forehead on forehead, breath on breath, she can feel the pinch of his brow, and slowly, so slowly, they meet in the scant middle, her lips dancing on his, molasses, honey, sweet and languid, indulgent, a shared shuddering breath before it all comes crashing down, grip tightening, arms locking, Penelope on her toes, catching every deep and ravenous kiss befalling her, frantic, and lustful and desperate she clings to his hold, every atom in her shattering the reminding voice getting more and more distant, every atom in her needing to get closer and closer- no space between them until-

a ding, an involuntary whimper when the shrill sound pierces through, she stops.

The rattle of doors, a short gruff grunt at her absence as his hands flinch to release her.

The elevator opens, and Penelope, catching her breath, stares directly at the floor, knowing what will happen if she looks up again.

Her room. Alone. That was the plan. Despite whatever she thinks she’s feeling, despite whatever he maybe thinks is a good idea, it’s the pollen, nothing more.

She doesn’t say anything, no excuse, no apology, no goodbye, using all of her will, she quickly scurries from the pull of his gravity, but his legs propel him just as far, step for step Luke is trailing Penelope, heavy breath and fixed energy stretching between them, and their rooms, one right next to the other.

She stops short, fumbling with her bag to find the keycard, Luke bumping into her as he passes, jolting to a stop, his hand shooting out instinctually to keep her from falling, the brush of his fingertips, the pressure and warmth of his hand around her hip, she lets herself fall just a bit into him, Luke groaning, her ass cradling into his groin, his hand drifting lower, fingers lengthening, spreading, bracing her against him, signaling she come closer, her body following direction, soft and heavy into firm and hard. A breath escapes, her head rolls back, digits sliding over fabric finding the slope between her thighs, Penelope quietly moaning at the indescribable pleasure two thick fingers are capable of drawing on tense nerves.

He kisses and sucks her neck, feet shuffling forward, Penelope’s hands falling flat on the door, hips, cock, pressing into her ass, all he can hear is her helplessly breathy moans and pants as he strokes her wet clit over and over again through fabric, his free hand finding hers, feeling the key, slipping it from her grip and opening the door, each of them tumbling in.

They barely detach before he’s bolted them back together, the force of their bodies colliding sending him backward, slamming the door shut. “Alvez- Lu-“ she’s panting and babbling, trying, but she doesn’t remember what to say, what she was going to say, just his name fills her, knocks her, sending her over. And his reaction to her calling him- hands and lips and legs and cock. He turns her, pinning her against the door, a muscled thigh and straining bulge pushing between legs, persuading passage, mouth drifting down her throat, she can hear him breathing heavy- or maybe it’s her, his thigh lifting and pressing and hips rolling, hands on her waist, hands framed around her as he steals another deep kiss.

He’s entirely lost at the wheel, no longer Luke making decisions, but pollen. Penelope, hot and wanting, the way her body reacts to his, fuck, the sounds she’s making, all drive him further and further into the haze. Her blunt nails scratching down his back and dragging over his scalp, the sharp tug to his roots when he presses his thigh further into her and how she sinks onto it whimpering, legs trembling. “Yes- yes-“ drifts past his ear. His tongue and his mouth pause briefly over the delicate skin they’ve been worshiping, moving up, lips tracing ear as he suggests just as lightly, “more?”

“Yes-“

It’s all he needs before his hands fly to his jeans, briefs and pants pulling down, and shirt flinging off in one rushed move, quick hands moving under her skirt as he jostles, toeing off his shoes and stepping out of each pant leg, his fingers curling and pulling her underwear down, bunching her skirt up, guiding her leg around his. Rapidly he swoops and bucks, Penelope shrieks, startled, fingers braced on his shoulders digging in as the ready begging tightness of her suddenly fills and protests- a shriek that turns into panting mewls as he gently kisses, sucks and nuzzles her full tits. He’s humming and murmuring, lips skipping across skin, stubble scratching as he sips away and she isn’t even aware of how her top has suddenly been removed but she’s glad he’s found a way.

He’s taken by her plushness, how soft and smooth, creamy and warm her skin is, her perfume and oil, the musk he can smell, directing every lush lick and sensuous rub to her nipples. Her hands slide over his neck and down his back, move to his hips, his ass, fingers tightening, squeezing him closer, Luke growls at the prompt, bucking harshly, Penelope moaning, a throaty filthy thing, and his hands reach for hers, slamming them against the door, palms kissing palms, arms pinning arms, her leg wrapping tighter. He thrusts again, hips snapping, and she cries out, fingers curling, fresh wetness flooding his cock, he does it again and again, each door-rattling thrust garnering him a warbling moan or wailed sob. He kisses her, her lips, her cheek, her jaw, her throat, across her shoulder and over her bouncing tits, leaving little bites and nips, sucking skin between his lips and soothing with his tongue, all the while his cock pounding up into her, her leg climbing ever higher on his hips, calf and foot draped powerlessly around him in his single minded pursuit of claiming her, of streaking her with pleasure. His hips dip and rise, in and out, deep and far, thick and fast and rough, over and over, a brutal pace. The swollen muscle of his V pressing and rubbing relentlessly, the base of his cock, the sharp burst of air and slip of skin, fluids adding to the sting, pleasure, pain, frantic, urgent, he can feel her tightening around him, her velvet walls sucking his shaft, clenching, her thigh trying to hold him, and then the most beautiful thing, her moans and wails morph.

“Yes, yes, oh- fudge, yeah, yeh- Lu-, please, ye-rig-LuUke!” Tight spasms grip his shaft, Penelope thrashing, head turning left and right, legs quaking, the door slamming around them, body and palms pressing into hers, her fingers curling around, nails digging into the backs of his hands as he brings himself to finish, ruthlessly pushing her through her constricting orgasm and right into another as cum and lube spread slick down his cock, Luke gasping a breathless moan.

Spent, he slows, grip and full-body pin relaxing but still there for support, Penelope unsteady. They’re breathing hard, his forehead resting against the cool door as he slips out of her. She clears her throat, her leg dragging down his thigh, and just like that he’s snapped back again, blood rushing, fully erect, sunk beneath the ice.

There is no clarity, no lust subsided this time, only the immediate need to be joined with her. Buried. Fully. Feeling the hot, wet, tremor of her massaging him, sucking him. Endlessly. His cock aches, throbs, feels like bursting- this time is worse than the first, this is awful, the demand, the pull, the burn of surging arousal, nerve endings on fire, Luke flinches curling forward in a cramping wave of pain that quickly washes into a roaring aphrodisia.

He takes her hands, thumbs brushing palms, and brings each to his lips, pressing a tender, seductive kiss to the backs that had faced such force. “Please, I need to-“ it’s desperate, and wanting, he guides her hand to his firm, saluting cock, eyes connected with hers, pleading, hand over hand guiding hers in pumping up and down his veiny shaft, lids sinking, timber changing, deep and velvet, “Chica, I want you to straddle me, I want you above me, riding me, and milking me, and using me, I wanna see your face, your head tossed back and your chest thrust out as ecstasy rains through your body. I want to see you shake and quiver from my touch- I need to feel it, I need to see it. Penelope-”

Her thoughts war, struggling between what she should do and what she’s already done; the lack of complication in solitude, the plan to separate which they’d already broken, the want to help, needing to get it out of their systems, all the while pollen invaders sending her body lighting from their shared movement. Dangerously, she looks to him, his eyes filled with sincere longing -and lust- It sweeps through her, a warm blossom low in her belly, the feeling erotic, all thought beyond reason, all urgency gone as the same fog washes over her, and all she can do is nod.

Drifting, floating they’ve unknowingly been making their way from the door to the bed. Luke collapses as the backs of his legs hit the edge. Looking up at her through hooded lids, hands playing with the fabric of her dress still gathered around her waist, Penelope pushes his chest. Complying, Luke falls easily backward, a knee settling between his legs. His breath becomes heavy and he drags himself back further on the bed, Penelope crawling over him, the hem of her skirt tickling knees, thighs. She leans down, kissing him, Luke lifting to meet her, his hands searching for the zipper, for her bra clasp, finding them, tugging and unhooking. Feeling the items loosen Penelope breaks away, pleased at the whine she hears as she settles back on his quads. Not what he wanted. She grabs the skirt, arms crossed, and lifts, pulling it over her head, bra coming with it, Penelope free of her fabric confines, Luke now treated to the glorious sight of her bare, on top of him.

His eyes roam from lustrous dark curls to heavy hanging, plump tits flecked red, raising them up further he scans her face, mouth slightly parted, cheeks flush, little blonde buns a fuzzy mess, and her eyes, those sweet brown candies, he sees are watching him, too.

Her tongue peeks out, starting at his slack sharp jaw, glossy plump lips, drifting down to muscular, tan skin scattered with scars, his firm chest and cut abs…lower she follows the trail of hair that starts at his belly, down to the valley between his peaking hipbones, the meaty curves that frame them…lower still to his blushing cock, Penelope licking her lips. She clenches as devious thoughts fill her head. Bending forward, hands on the bed next to his thighs, she places a gentle kiss to the hot, shining tip, Luke hissing, his dick jumping, Penelope, grinning to herself and leaning further up his body.

“Chica-“ Luke gasps, pleading for the only relief he knows.

Warm lips fall on his neck, tongue swirling, and then cascade further, tasting him. Down she sinks slowly over his chest, capturing nipples between wet lips, tongue lapping across the edges, the feel of it making him shiver, the feel of it on her tongue making her throb, she slips down further, lips skating between abs, tongue dipping into belly, he’s soapy, and salty, and tastes just a little like he smells- earthy and divine. Further, skin hot on her slick mouth, Penelope tongues around the curly base of his shaft, Luke’s hips jumping under her, hands gripping the blanket. She peeks up, hair falling in her eyes, catching him watching her with a gaze so hot, so intense, she feels like she’s being set ablaze, she blinks, her skin rushing with heat and straightens, shivering. Crawling back up his body, gaze unbroken, hips hovering above hips, she grasps his shaft, guiding the tip to her slick lips. Stoping momentarily, Penelope rubs him from clit through split vulva, over her entrance and back again, twitching and moaning at the light feel of his soft, spongy head on her stimulated nerves, then, realigning, presses him into her, gradually sinking down, down, head tilting back, eyes closing, mouth dropped open to release a shaky sigh, Luke, a perfectly delicious fit.

Luke watches as his not-so-secret fantasy comes to life, how gratified she looks at just the fill of him, her chest glistening, heaving with light breath, blossoming pink and red. Flat palms reverently ghost up bare thighs and her eyes flutter open, his vision shifts from his own drifting hands to her watching him and back. His palms climb further, smoothing up thick, spread, hips and over her belly, he feels her body squeeze around his cock so snug inside her, fingertips trail up her sides as hands slip under heavy chest, cradling, thumbs brushing and swirling her nipples, she shudders, her hips canting forward and back, Penelope rocking herself to the movement, a sigh trapped behind her bitten lip.

She hates how stupid it is, generic, cliché, and maybe it’s the pollen, it’s definitely the pollen, because everything about this is like a lazy romance novel; the way she moulds perfectly around his cock, how very Goldilocks or Arthurian it is, how his hands are forming around her breasts and his fingers are rolling her nipples just right and he’s strong and beautiful and looking at her full of love and wonder and she feels that bubbling warmth spreading as she slowly rides him back and forth, back and forth, grateful, pleasured, little mewls slipping out, the tickle of his velvety cock rubbing against her slick walls, her movements deepening, an exaggerated roll from pelvis to spine, her breath coming faster, going higher and higher with every undulating rock, the feel of his fingers sending signals shooting through her, Luke’s full mouth sucking on her tits, her hips swooping and swooping, thrusting and rolling, coming faster and faster, her hands on the balls of his shoulders as he disengages, laying back, watching as she takes selfishly from him.

He’s mesmerized by the woman, the goddess atop him, the sight of her, Penelope in the throws, quickening, watching him, connected to him, until her eyes slip shut, mouth dropped, head tilting, tits thrusting out, her own hands twisting and pinching rosey nipples, shoulders rolling back, Penelope glowing, euphoric. His thumbs sweep the tender skin of her inner thighs, “beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,“ aches in his murmur.

She realizes it’s just like he said, she’s high above him chasing her pleasure, moaning and sighing, his large, calloused hands caressing her shaking thighs, his timber, her hips rolling, she can’t stop, spine straightening, head tossing back, her disheveled buns finally falling, long hair cascading, legs convulsing at his touch, her body milking him tightly, he feels so good, he feels so good, he feels- so good, he feels- so good, he feels- he feels- he fEELS- HE- Her breath climbs and with it he’s pulled along, more, more, more, harder, stronger, firmer, Luke dizzying from what he’s sure has to be every blood cell in his body now in his cock, standing proud for her, being sucked and pulled and choked by her desperate cunt, encouraging through breathless pants, “that’s right- keep going- just like that- Gorgeous-” it’s a whispered chant that doesn’t let up, becomes more and more strained, more and more airy.

A catching stroke has her eyes fluttering open, immediately finding his own transfixed on her, the second they connect he tightens like a kick, cock jumping, swelling, hitting her just right, pushing her over, Penelope cumming and Luke just as suddenly, eyes glossing and pupils dilating, a grunting moan mixing with her throaty pitching one, Penelope calling his name again, warbling, her thighs clenching him like a riding horse, his hips thrusting, hands holding fast to her as rough hot spurts of cum fill her again.

Catching her breath, coming down, she suddenly feels a skin-crawling urge to climb off him, to escape this embarrassing situation and hide it in a box on a shelf in a dark closet.

She will not play the fool

which is how she knows

Shamefully her arms move to cross, covering some part of herself, “Right…I think…I’m…Are you…good?” Looking at him she isn’t sure she can tell, his eyes still shining and dark, a dreamy grin on his face, and he hasn’t stopped petting her legs, drawing circles.

“You mean free of glittering gold Cupid’s arrows?” He briefly takes stock, “I can say with wavering confidence that I believe they’ve run their course.”

“Well. Good. We should get back then,” she states matter of factly, and, grabbing her dress and underwear, she dismounts him, disappearing into the bathroom to dress and fix herself up.

Luke lays on the bed for a moment longer watching her leave.

Loving her is hard. Will be even harder now.

Penelope’s always been easy to read, that’s never been the problem, the problem is her words, her actions, don’t often match what he believes to be true. A hand rests over his heart as he thinks about what just happened and wonders where they go from here. He knows where he’d like to go, he’d like to not have to go back to the lab, he’d like for her to have stayed here next to him, lazy fingers playing on his skin, he’d like…for her to just open herself up to trying…be brave…He’d like that most of all. But he can guess where she’d have them go.

Each redressed, looking less ravaged, they make their way in silence out of the hotel and into the SUV, Luke opening her door, driving them, Penelope uncharacteristically giving no lip. The ride is quiet, so quiet he can’t stand it, so quiet he’s decided to hell with it. At least this might get some reaction. “So,“ he lets out a light, nervous, chuckle “Uh, Garcia-Pen… “

”Luke,” she huffs exasperated. Great he’s going to apologize, or- worse yet- remind her it was nothing. Just what she needs. “it’s fine, we can be adults about this. It was hitting you faster, and a lot stronger than it was me, maybe because you’re a guy and you know, testosterone, and virility, and sex drive and all that,- not that I don’t have a fantastic sex drive, I do- that’s not what I meant, that’s not the point… Ah- whatever, but it’s fine. Adults. We’re capable.” So what if they’d just had fantastic, mind-blowing sex? Multiple times. It doesn’t matter that no one has looked at her like he did. Does. He is Luke and she is Penelope, and they are just two members of the BAU who now share this weird secret they can never tell anyone…

Fluff She gets side tracked thinking about not telling, then starts bargaining with herself about who she really can tell.

NO ONE.

Because they are coworkers! That’s all. All the heightened emotions, the feelings, the feeling- it means nothing, because it was the pollen. Eros. Cupid. He just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time…they both did.

“Yeah…” Luke nods distractedly, entertaining the thought of lying, brushing it off, and just agreeing with her, but realizes he can’t anymore. “Actually,” and then he shakes his head, “no. Whatever that means, no. I don’t want it. I don’t want to- I’m pretty sure it hit me as strong and fast as it did because…I have feelings for you. So, if that means forgetting this, that this was meaningless or forgettable, that you are forgettable- you want me to forget…No. It wouldn’t be possible for me. This is not forgettable to me. And, I don’t want it to be.”

“Well…” she sputters, completely thrown, “tough crackers, mister. We work together, you can’t- you have to forget-“ She isn’t sure why she says it, it’s not like the whole working together thing has ever really stopped anyone and she’s pretty sure she does like him a whole lot…a whole lot.

Luke laughs glancing over, “Why? Rossi and Strauss worked together, you and that tech guy-” and then he stops, a creeping horrible thought dawning on him. Suddenly he wants to pull over, wants to never have brought it up, wants to fold into himself. The thought hadn’t even occurred to him and he feels like such an ass.

The words seep out, Luke helpless to stop the slow crawl from brain to tongue, “… If it worked fast on me because of my feelings…it didn’t work as fast on you because…you don’t.”

She could lie…she could tell him that was right, she doesn’t have feelings for him, feelings that, despite her best efforts in resistance, he’s only managed to force into growing. She’s staring at her lap, at her fidgeting fingertips, but she sees his head turned toward her, vision bouncing from road to her. She looks up at him, pleading he not make her say it, pleading he let it go…and watches as his expression turns from hope, to disappointment, to resignation.

“Right. Right.” He turns back, defeated, crushed. A hand lets go of the wheel rubbing his face. He can see it in her eyes, but it’s not his place to force her.

“You know what? No-“ quickly he pulls over to the side of the highway

“Luke! The lab!”

“No one’s texted either of us, just. Let me say this. I want to give this a chance. Penelope, I’ve liked you for…so long. I know you feel the same, I know you’re scared-“

“You don’t know anything-”

He grips the steering wheel tightly out of frustration, growling, “Then tell me. Tell me honestly, and I’ll stop. Tell me honestly, and I’ll never bring it up again.”

Looking at him, she frowns, her voice growing small “I….I can’t-“

“Then let’s try. We’ve already got the hard part out of the way, we know how to be around each other… Let me take you to dinner, let me try to make you happy.”

“Ha! Being with you is the opposite of happy-” her face breaks, the jab is familiar footing, teasing.

“Penelope, I’m serious! You already know I’m here for you, you know… that I love you. If there’s some part of you…that thinks you love me too, let me try to make that part happy…”

The smile melts, her eyes turning sad and watery, and he knows what comes next, ”…Luke, we need to get back.” It’s not an answer, but it is.

He can’t recall the last time he’s felt this way, but right now isn’t the time. He shuts his eyes stuffing it all back into a box and pulls the gear shift, glancing over his shoulder before pulling back onto the highway. Some gambles don’t pay off.

They’re minutes from the lab, trees passing, neither saying a word, his eyes carefully trained on the road, on the cars around them, Luke set on simply getting them back when her voice breaks through the white noise of tires on asphalt.

His head jerks as he glances, not really hearing her, “What was that?”

Penelope clears her throat, speaking louder, “I said, but I’d like to try…”

Slowly, a small smile spreads in reaction, a warm and happy kind of smile she’s never seen, free of cheek and mischief “Yeah?”

Penelope nods rapidly, sucking down a steadying breath, “yeah.”

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spacecowboyhotch · 2 years

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Seeing Him (5+1): After Time Apart

summary: one last time. take 5.

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner, alex blake

content: pining, angst, beating around the bush love confessions, fluff if you squint?

an: hotch just has to chip away at the reader’s last bit of stubbornness. +1 coming next <3, gif credit is my darling @hotch-girl

word count: 1.8k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 6

Hotch has had this habit for as long as he can remember; he uses labor of any sort to avoid and distract. It doesn’t matter what kind of work it is, as long as it takes away from the gnawing feeling inside. Reports and budgets, vacuuming and deep cleaning the bathroom, and the now more elusive mowing the lawn and pulling weeds.

He hasn’t lived in a house for some time now, Haley and Jack had moved into their home before Foyet and he’d moved into an apartment. Afterward, Jack had just moved in with him; there was no question that neither of them would ever step foot in that house again. It wasn’t that he missed yard work, it's that he missed it being an option of distraction. He’s efficient, sometimes the reports are done, and meticulous so most of the time the apartment is clean. That leaves him with himself and his thoughts that ring in his mind with a loud, rude tone.

Jack is on a trip to Hershey’s Park with Jessica when the free weekend unexpectedly comes. The rest of the team is more than grateful to have some reprieve, but Hotch is not. This means he’ll be alone all weekend, with plenty of time and not enough tasks to busy himself, which is a disaster in the making. But then, Blake presents an opportunity and he takes it.

She’s sitting across from him when he announces the free weekend. “What will you do with the weekend?”

Hotch wets his lips and gives the work-appropriate answer, “Work. Clean. Errands.”

Thinking about his shortcomings, worrying about Jack, and ruminating on you join the list.

You haven’t escaped his mind since the moment he watched you get in your car the night he suspended you. He hasn’t heard from you, he’s not sure that anyone has. He’s wary to ask Prentiss or Morgan after what they saw. There was this silent awareness, a passing of understanding through meeting eyes and head shakes. They wouldn’t dare bring it up, at least in Emily’s case, not yet.

“I told James I’d tackle our yard at some point since he’s away but mowing the lawn? I don’t know.” She purses her lips, glancing out the window in annoyance.

“I could lend you a hand.” He offers, to her surprise.

She takes him up on it, and plans it for the day that you plan to come pick up a book from her house. She’s usually not one to meddle but she knows how you can avoid and hold grudges, thinks it might be good for her to lend a hand in reconciliation. She won’t know the implications of her decision until that day rolls around.

———

Your suspension has been a double-edged sword. You don’t realize how much you depend on the sight of Hotch for self-regulation. You feel vulnerable and nervous, worrying about not only him but the team in the field. There’s no denying that it’s been relaxing to take a break from the job though. You miss it, but enjoy slowing down. Taking time to engage in hobbies you never have time for, you read and bake. Your sleep is terrible, your mind plagued with dreams of him. Soft ones, angry ones, sometimes a mixture. But they always end with you in his arms, utterly terrified and completely at home.

You hardly get any sleep the night before you’ll see Blake, thinking about whether you want to ask how Hotch has been or maybe even ask her for advice. She’s the only one you've reached out to since being on leave. That’s the thing about Blake, she makes you feel safe. She walks into situations objectively, collects information, and tries to stay free of judgment and it allows you to trust her. Your reluctance, to be honest, has less to do with her reaction and more to do with your shame. Shame to feel like after all this time you need someone; shame to have found that someone you need in your boss.

When you pull up to Blake’s the next morning you almost keep driving; you spot Hotch in the yard, cranking up a lawnmower in dirty jeans and a white tank top, and nerves flood your body. However, Blake’s standing on the porch, waving at you as your car slides into the driveway next to Hotch’s. You make your way up to her porch, giving Hotch an awkward wave.

“What’s he doing here?”

“He offered to mow the lawn, I wasn’t going to turn him down. Lemonade?” She picks up a glass off the table, and you take it.

“I didn’t know he was going to be here.”

“You’re still mad at him for suspending you.”

“Hell yeah, I am.”

“You’ll have to forgive him eventually.”

“I don’t know about that.” She eyes you then, trying to read what’s really going on in that head of yours. “Just forget it.”

You shake your head before taking a drink, your eyes wandering over to Hotch though you’ve been internally screaming at yourself to not engage. Blake’s eyes follow yours before she looks back over at you, noticing how your eyes glaze over slightly and how your hold tightens on your glass. You can’t help yourself, your eyes fixed on the sheen of sweat on his skin. Even from this far away, you can see the contrast of his scars, how they’re slightly darker than the rest of his skin. you’ve never seen so much of him. A physical exposure after emotional insight.

“What’s going on there?” She asks, and it makes you gasp as you realize how entranced you were with him. You’d almost forgotten she was there.

“What?”

“You’re…looking at him.” She nods at Hotch before looking at you expectantly.

Your eyes widen before you glare at her. “I am not.”

She raises an eyebrow, eyes bright, “You’re just gonna lie to my face?”

“Blake.”

She puts a hand up in surrender. “I’m not shaming you, I just want to know.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. It's not voluntary, it’s not like I haven’t fought it.” Your eyes flit back to Hotch, tracing every inch of him.

“How deep?”

“How deep do you think?” You murmur before through the rest of your drink.

Blake gives herself a moment, weighing in her mind if she should share this with you. Personal information stays in the vault more often than not, but she wants to help. “I’ve been where you are, you know. It didn’t work out, she wasn’t ready, I don’t think she ever would’ve been. But I tried, I can say that I did try.”

“Why try if you know you’ll fail?”

“I don’t think he’d let you fail. He’s not that kind of man.”

You don’t have a rebuttal to give her because you know she’s right. He would catch you, he’s proven that in more than one way. But you aren’t sure that you’re ready to be caught.

Hotch finishes the lawn just as Blake steps inside to grab the book you’ve come for. His eyes are on you, noticing your standoffish body language. To your dismay, he starts to walk toward you and you begin to fidget with your hands, hoping that she’ll return quickly. She does, coming out the door, just as Hotch comes to stand next to you. She gives both of you a once over, a light bulb going off in her head.

“Here’s the book that you wanted, but give me just a second, I have another one.” She pushes the book into your hands haphazardly.

“No, Blake, this is fine, it’ll take me months to finish this one.”

“Wait here.”

“Blake-“ You try to stop her but the door slams behind her, and it’s just you and the man you’ve spent days thinking about. When you glance over at him he looks like he’s about to start a conversation. “Do not talk to me.”

The bastard has the irritating nerve to chuckle, his eyebrows pulling together. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“You needed the time.” He explains, baiting you into a conversation.

You can recognize it but you can’t keep yourself from responding. “Yeah, and what makes you so sure?”

“Because I needed it too.”

It’s then that you realize he’s not talking about time away from the job, though he does believe you needed that as well. He’s talking about time away from him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but sure.”

“I heard what you said when you thought you were dying, and while neither of us is ready to go there, I’m acknowledging that this is real. Mutual.”

“I don’t know what you think you heard, but whatever you’re talking about you need to stop.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Why are you pushing?”

“Because I’ve done nothing but let you push me away, and it’s gotten us nowhere.”

“Who said there was anywhere for us to go?”

“I know that you’re afraid. Admittedly, I’m not the most confident when it comes to this…issue either. I haven’t…felt like this since,” His gaze falls to his feet and he takes a deep breath. “Whenever you’re ready to talk about this, I’m here.”

“Are you ready?” You look down at the ground too, bracing for his answer.

“Not in the slightest, but I could be,” He pauses again like he’s not sure if he should say what he wants to. His eyes flit up to you once more, “For you. I could be.”

You lift your head sharply upon his answer, eyes enlarged with shock, lips parted. His words reverberate somewhere deep within you, within your heart and you feel your guard soften ever so slightly. He meets your gaze with a look you've never seen before, it's soft and tender, his eyes a deep molten pool of something you're too afraid to name. The door opens suddenly and you take a step back, looking over at Blake.

“Hey, I couldn’t find that book,” Blake looks between the two of you. “Everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” You plaster a smile on your face, blinking the tears in your eyes away. “I’ll see you both at work on Monday.” Holding up the book you start to walk towards your car, avoiding Hotch’s intense gaze as you crank up your car and drive away.

Blake and Hotch watch your car in silence until it rounds the corner. He sighs, wiping at his brow again with the towel. “Thank you.”

“What for?” She looks over at him, her face only slightly smug.

“Pretending to have a book so I could talk to them.”

“Least I could do since you’ve mowed my lawn. Come on, I’ll make us some sandwiches.” She gestures to the front door before opening it.

He follows, turning around for just a moment to glance at where you’ve disappeared. He’s done his part, and he hopes that when you’re ready, you’ll do yours.

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 3 months

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A Very Merry Unbirthday

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: minor angst, fluff at the end

Request by anon: I was wondering if you could do a angst fic where Spencer forgets readers birthday maybe he’s too distracted by JJ (or anyone else) then Derek is the one who reminds him, maybe Derek brings reader flowers and Spencer got jealous and confronted Derek and that’s when Derek tells him that it’s her birthday

Summary: Your birthday is here and the one person you expected something from doesn't even remember it's here.

Square Filled: penelope garcia for @anyfandomgoesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Today is a very exciting day because today is your birthday! To celebrate the big day, you’re wearing your favorite jeans that hug your ass nicely, shoes that make you look taller without it being a high heel, a nice blouse that stays in work regulations, your hair is half-pinned to the top, light makeup on your face, and a smile to tie it all together.

It sucks you won’t get to spend it with your family but you have another family waiting for you at the office. Being surrounded by the people you care about, especially your boyfriend, is something you’d never turn down. Spencer has always been known to do cute and romantic things for you so you’re so excited to see what he has planned for your birthday.

The first person you see when you walk into work is Spencer. He is at his desk on the phone and based on his face, it’s not a pleasant phone call. You’re not going to bother him when he’s working so you’ll greet him when he gets off the phone. You walk to your desk and set your things down when JJ and Emily approach you from behind.

“Happy birthday,” Em grins.

“Thank you!”

“Anything special planned?”

“You mean besides the not-so-surprise party Pen is throwing?” JJ and Emily have shocked looks on their faces. “Come on, I know even if no one told me. Don’t worry, I’ll be prepared to be surprised.”

“She does make it obvious sometimes,” Emily chuckles.

“Other than that, no. Spencer might have something planned but that I do not know about.” Spencer gets off the phone with a sigh and you depart from your friends. You walk over to him with a smile even if he doesn’t return it. “Hey.”

“Hey. Sorry, I can’t talk right now.”

He grabs a bunch of files off his desk and leaves his desk and you behind.

“Okay, I’ll catch you later,” you call after him.

Maybe he’s having a busy morning. You’ll meet up with him later once he’s had enough time to get done what he needs to. Hotch and Rossi walk into the bullpen after visiting someone on the first floor, and you smile at them.

“Hi, Hotch. Rossi.”

“Hey, happy birthday, kiddo,” Rossi smiles.

“Yeah, happy birthday.”

“Thank you. Another year older. It seems like the older I get, the faster time goes.”

“You’re preaching to the choir,” Rossi jokes.

They both have gifts for you but they will give them to you at Penelope’s surprise party. She is a dead giveaway when she is doing something for other people. Once she starts planning, she has a hard time keeping it inside. It’s endearing.

After lunch, you find Spencer in the break room. He has been working his ass off all day and is in desperate need of something to eat.

“Hey, Spencer. How was your morning?”

“Rough. Hotch has me running around doing everything under the sun.”

You wait for him to say something but when he doesn’t after five seconds, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

“Do you know what today is?”

“Monday?”

“Yes but no.”

“It’s not a holiday.”

“No, it’s not.”

“I don’t know. What?” The smile on your face falls when you realize that he may have forgotten about you. He forgot. “Are you okay?”

“No, yeah, um, I just made you some lunch. It’s in the fridge.”

“Thank you,” he smiles and kisses your cheek.

“You’re welcome,” you whisper.

You wait for him to say anything else to you but he doesn’t. Spencer never forgets anything but he forgot this? He forgot you? Spencer’s desk phone rings and he abandons the lunch you made to answer it. Maybe you’re not important to him anymore.

You avoid him like the plague for the rest of the day. He doesn’t seem to notice since he is nose-deep in his work, but he does notice Derek walk in with some flowers in hand.

“Who’s the lucky lady?” Spencer smiles.

“Yours.”

“What?” Spencer stands up and checks the card to see your name on it. “Why are you giving my girlfriend flowers?”

“You didn’t get her any?”

“No, why would I?”

“You’re in trouble, that’s all I gotta say,” Derek chuckles.

“I’m not in the mood to play games, Morgan. Why are you getting my girlfriend flowers?”

“I got them for her birthday which is today.”

“No, it’s next month.”

“No, it’s today.”

Spencer groans in realization as Derek places the flowers on your desk.

“Are you kidding me?” Now he knows why you’ve been avoiding him all day and why you were so weird during lunch. “I messed up big time. She asked me earlier what today was but I told her I didn’t know. Now I have no idea where she is. She’s been avoiding me.”

“I saw her head into Pen’s office.”

“Thank you.” Spencer rushes over to Pen’s office and knocks twice. He tries to open the door but it’s locked. “Penelope? I know Y/N is in there.”

The door unlocks and Pen only opens it slightly so he can’t barge in.

“She doesn't want to see you right now.”

“Just let me talk to her.”

“Try again later.”

“Y/N, I am so so--”

Penelope closes the door on Spencer, cutting him off. Spencer debates on knocking until you relent but he has a better idea. It’s nearing the end of the day and Hotch has granted him early leave for the day.

“I get he’s busy and gets distracted, but not one ‘happy birthday’ to me? He remembers everything but not this?”

“Honey, all men are stupid, even the smartest of them.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “I gotta get back to work. I can’t hide out here forever.”

“Good luck!”

You finish the rest of the work day without seeing Spencer and you don’t see him on your way home. You unlock your front door and enter your apartment expecting to just go to bed and forget today ever happened. Instead, you see fake candles making a path straight to Spencer who is holding a single rose in his hands.

“What are you doing here?” you eventually ask and close your front door.

“I am so sorry for today. I was caught up in work and I didn’t realize what I was doing until Derek told me, but that’s not an excuse.”

“Do you even know what today is?”

“It’s your birthday.”

“You forgot.”

“No, I was distracted. Darling, I am so sorry.”

You sigh, take your jacket off, and hang it on the rack by the door.

“I’m not upset that you were busy. We all get busy. I’m more upset that you forgot. You have a mind that can’t forget but you forgot me. It made me feel like I’m not important enough to you.”

Spencer rushes over to you and pulls you into his arms, lifting your chin so you’re looking right at him.

“No, don’t ever think that. You’re the most important person in my life. You are the light in all this darkness. You are the reason I get up in the morning.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Hotch has been bombarding me with work lately. I got caught up in that today.”

“You’re sorry?”

“Yes.”

“Is that rose for me?”

Spencer smiles and holds the rose out for you. “Yes.”

“Do we still have time for dinner?”

“Why don’t we stay in tonight and I’ll cook for you? We can plan something for after your party I know you know about.”

“Okay, deal,” you smile.

He leans down and kisses you, relieved that he didn’t mess everything up.

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