Title: Dark
Pairing: Reid/Lila
Rating: M
Summary: Do you have cuffs with that gun?
Disclaimer: Don't own; just distort to my own liking.
Author's Notes: I suck at smut. I suck at this so much. Here's my attempt before I gave up.
Un-Beta'd.
She's on the couch when he enters, tired from the day, exhausted from the strewn bodies that are burnt into his memory. Her legs crossed, smirk on her lips - her whole posture screams to him like a movie from the 30s with a strong woman. Come here, sugar. - and he can't help but lean against the door frame, staring back at her. Her eyes move slowly down his face and chest, pausing at his gun. He notices, pulls his coat closer, covering it, unsure if she's still nervous around them - hell, he's still nervous around them after having them pointed at him countless times. She almost seems to pout as she uncrosses her legs, pulling herself up with a grace Spencer does not possess. She saunters over to him, smirk still unmoved.
"Do you have cuffs with that gun?" She asks, low and teasing, her fingers running down his stomach, towards his weapon. He grabs her by her wrist as she reaches for the gun.
"Don't."
She raises her eyes, smirk turning into a pout as she pulls her hand away. "I can't touch it?" She asks with such a tone, he can't dissect innocence from seduction.
"It's not a toy."
The corner of her lip turns up and the smirk is back as her hands move to unbutton his pants.
"I just want to see… hold it." Her hands moves under his slacks and he tenses slightly.
"M-my, my gun?" He curses himself for the slight stutter but tries to keep confidence, his fingers still gripping at her wrist. Her eyes flash with excitement as her hand moves against the cotton of his underwear, feeling the slight bulge.
"Oh yeah."
He gulps again. "I-I, uh… Lila, We shouldn't be… It.. It could go off, accidentally."
She grins, larger. "Oh, I think you're better skilled than that. I know you're better than that, baby."