Erin tried to covertly adjust her breasts in her blouse. She'd forgone her traditional, cover-everything-up, bra in favor of the naughty shelf bra, since it wouldn't irritate her nipple so. Once again that morning, she regretted the foolish impulsivity that had driven her to get that dratted piercing the moment the ink dried on the divorce decree. The only good thing about that night had been the low whistle of appreciation from the piercer and the way he had eyed her breasts hungrily.
Now, though, back to work after a long weekend of rest and toplessness, she felt foolish. "I should never have done this," she whispered as she waited for the elevator to appear.
"Done what?" Inwardly, she groaned, recognizing Dr. Reid's inquisitive voice. He would be on her like a dog with a bone, not letting go until he had his satisfaction. "Ma'am? Is everything okay?"
"I'm fine, Dr. Reid. I just got in a row with my ex-husband last night. Making him upset is the last thing I need to do right now," she replied, hoping he'd believe the lie. From the corner of her eye, she saw him purse his lips before bobbing his head. Thankfully, the elevator doors opened and she stepped inside, pressing the six button before moving to the back, tapping her foot.
"So, this might be a little forward, Erin, but your piercing is bleeding a little."
She gasped and looked down at her chest, seeing the dots of blood on her blouse. "Dammit."
"Do you want me to help you take care of it? Mine did the same thing when I first got it done," he said lowly. She nodded gratefully, blushing to the roots of her hair.
"Thank you, Dr. Reid," she finally responded as they got off on their floor. He steered her towards the bullpen and she blanched a little. "I can't do that in there," she said frantically.
"Garcia's office is the only place with no windows or cameras on this floor. We'll kick her out while I take care of you."
"But she'll know something is up!"
"Probably, but neither of us will say anything to her. It will be fine." He tugged on her arm a little more forcefully and she stumbled after him, trying to hold her jacket closed over her breasts. Thankfully, most everyone had their heads buried in their work and took no notice of her passing among them. Dr. Reid didn't even knock on Ms. Garcia's door, he just barged in.
"Can I help y – oh, Chief Strauss! What can I do for you?" the younger woman asked, trying to focus on a spot somewhere above her shoulder.
"Garcia, we need to use your office for about fifteen minutes. Go distract Rossi and Hotch, okay?" She nodded dumbly at Dr. Reid and fairly flew out of the room. He locked the door and Erin gulped. "Why don't you sit on the sofa while I dig out the alcohol and bandages."
She moved over to the couch and sank down. "Why does Ms. Garcia keep bandages in her office?"
"When she's working on Persephone, she sometimes gets cut on different components," he answered absently as he pawed through a small box, pulling out gauze pads, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and two bandages. "All right, could you take your blouse off?"
Erin looked away from him as she fumbled with the buttons on her shirt. When the last one was undone, she shrugged out of both jacket and blouse. "Would you make this quick, Dr. Reid? Before I die of embarrassment?"
He nodded and opened the rubbing alcohol, turning it over on the gauze pad and letting it soak for a few seconds. "This is going to hurt, Erin. I'm sorry." He gently washed her nipple free of the red blood staining it. She hissed in pain and leaned into him. "And a kiss to make it better," he whispered, bending his head to softly kiss the tender flesh.
There was nothing sexual about the sweet kiss, and for that she was grateful. Even though it was a huge breach of etiquette, she was grateful for the kindness, quick tears prickling her eyes. With the same amount of care, he placed the bandages over her nipple, his touch so soft. "Thank you, Spencer."
"You're welcome, Erin," he replied as he pulled her shirt back up, buttoning it quickly. They locked eyes and she saw a flicker of desire there that he tried to mask. She closed her eyes and lifted her face oh so slightly. Spencer too the invitation and covered her lips with his, kissing her gently.
"I'm sorry, that was inappropriate of me," she said breathlessly once they'd broken the kiss.
"There's nothing to be sorry for, Erin. It was just a temporary seeking of comfort. We all need that at times." She nodded and stood up, pulling her jacket around her body once more. "I'm glad I could help you out."
"I'm glad as well." Sighing, she picked up her briefcase and purse and exited the room. Ms. Garcia was in Agent Hotchner's office, animatedly explaining something. They met eyes and she gave the other woman a small smile.
Once safely ensconced in her office, Erin let herself cry. He had been so tender with her, even when she had never given him cause to be. Shaking her head, she opened her briefcase and took out the files she had to finish.
As the day progressed, she found herself unable to concentrate on her work. All she could focus on was the feel of his lips on her breast. Which was preposterous, he was half her age, her subordinate, yet… At five, she shut down her computer, packed up her work, and went home, needing to get herself off.
Erin had to pass by the bullpen on her way to the elevators and they looked at each other at the same time. Her breath caught and she felt the blush return as his gaze slipped down to her breasts. Turning, she pressed the down button on the elevator and waited. Erin felt him come up behind her moments later, but she refused to look.
"Headed home already?" She nodded. "Be careful taking the bandages off. They might pull on the ring and make your nipple bleed again. But you need to let it get some air, okay?"
"Yes, Dr. Ried."
"I prefer Spencer," he said lowly as the doors opened. Erin stepped inside the safety of the elevator car, pressing the B button and then closing the doors on him. She did not like where the conversation had been leading, did not like the can of worms his kindness had opened up.
By the time she got home, Erin was tired and wanted nothing more than to eat supper, masturbate, and fall asleep in her bed. Slipping out of her heels and putting on the fuzzy frog slippers her daughter had left behind, she padded into the kitchen, pulling out some chicken breasts and the bbq sauce from the fridge.
Turning the oven on preheat, she lined a pan with tinfoil and then put the chicken in, smothering it with the bbq sauce. "This needs cheese," she said aloud, smiling slightly as she went back to the fridge and pulled out a bag of shredded cheddar. As she was sprinkling it over the chicken, her doorbell rang and she went to the door, looking out.
Dr. Reid was standing there on her doorstep, bouncing back and forth on his feet. She yanked open the door and stared at him "Hi," he said somewhat sheepishly and she narrowed her eyes, frowning slightly at him.
"How did you find my address?" she hissed, pulling him inside before someone on the block took notice of her visitor.
"I looked it up," he replied as he stepped out of his loafers.
"And why are you here?" She stalked into the kitchen, knowing he would follow her.
"I don't know. Okay, that might be a lie," he squeaked out when she whirled around to glare at him. "I want to know the story of your piercing."
She sighed and put the chicken in the oven, setting the timer for thirty minutes. She pulled out two glasses from the cupboard next to the sink and filled them with water. This isn't happening, she thought as she handed him a glass. "Let's head into the living room."
Once again, she just expected him to follow her as she made her way to the other room. "Why you nipple?" he asked as he sat next to her on the sofa.
"You don't hold back, do you, Spencer?" He smiled ruefully at her and she shook her head. "Fine. I've never done anything truly impulsive in my life. I've had everything planned for my future by the time I entered kindergarten. Alcoholism wasn't planned, per se, but it also wasn't impulsive. Alan couldn't handle my drinking and neither could I, obviously."
"Addictions are hard."
"I know, now. So, when the divorce was finalized Thursday, I decided to be impulsive. A nipple piercing sounded safest, out of all my options." Erin sipped at her water. "Besides, a clitoral hood piercing sounded really painful."
Spencer choked on his water and she giggled lowly. "I've heard storied of women who've gotten them and had almost continuous orgasms." It was her turn to choke on her water and she looked him in the eye.
"I think it is high time I let my piercing air out," she said, feeling unwanted desire pool in her stomach once more. Spencer nodded and she slid off her suit jacket. Feeling his eyes on her, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. His hands reached out to peel the shirt off her and she struggled not to shiver or moan as his knuckles brushed against her too sensitive breasts. "Would you take off the bandages, Spencer?"
Erin arched her back towards him, waiting for him to make a move. He cupped her breast with one hand, using his other to peel off the bandages delicately. They tugged at her skin and she moaned lowly, feeling her muscles clench at the feeling. "Am I hurting you, Erin?"
'No, not really," she murmured as the second bandage came away.
"Good." He pushed her back on the sofa, kissing her once more. "I've been thinking about doing that since this morning. Don't ask me why, either, I can't explain it. Just knowing you were like me, in two ways, set something off in me. I'm usually not impulsive either, so this is outside my comfort zone."
"Mine, too," she whimpered out as he cupped her breast, running his thumb over the nipple, tightening it instantly. "I'm afraid this will have to wait until after supper, though."
"Are you sure?" he asked, squeezing her breast gently.
"Y-yes. I have to watch my blood sugar a little, now that I don't drink. It crashes at the weirdest times."
"I understand." He kissed her hard and then helped her to sit up. "So, do you think this is insane?"
"No. Like you, I know we're similarly marked." She took a deep breath. "Though we are treading on precariously thin ice. One word about this to anyone could both our careers. You have your glorious intelligence to fall back on, but I have nothing." She felt her throat close up as the realization of the truth hit her.
"I've long been the secret keeper for our team, Erin. I'm certain I can be discreet." She nodded, blinking back her tears. Cradling her face, Spencer rubbed his thumb against her cheekbone. "Trust me."
"I'm going to try." She turned her head so that she could nuzzle her nose into his palm, breathing in his scent.
"I never said thank you, you know."
"For what?"
"For fighting to keep us together, even if I wasn't sure I wanted to be part of the BAU any longer."
"Ah." She curled up into him, letting him wrap an arm around her shoulders. It felt so nice to be held, Alan hadn't done that for years. Spencer began to hum lowly and she found herself drawn into a magical web, entranced by the sound of his voice. "Don't stop, Spencer. Please."
"All right," he whispered before continuing his song. Her tears tracked down her face, though she didn't know their source. She felt overwhelmed by emotion and snuggled closer to him. They stayed like that until she heard the buzzer on the oven go off, and then she uncurled her body to stand up.
"Are you hungry, Spencer?" Erin asked, holding out her hand.
"Famished." Once more, she felt herself blush at the look he gave her. "You're too easy to tease, Erin. I wouldn't have expected that." Erin shrugged and began to head to the kitchen. He caught up to her and settled his arm around her hips. "If I'm not mistaken, I smell bbq chicken."
"It sounded good when I got home." He nodded and pulled open the oven, using the mitt to take out the pan while she got plates from the cupboard. Setting them on the table, she found the necessary utensils, handing Spencer a spatula. "There's not anything to go with it, since I don't get hungry as much anymore."
"I don't eat much anymore, either. I think it may be one of the side effects of post-addiction life." He smiled sadly at her. "Another thing we have in common."
"Wonderful." She sat at the table and he set the pan down, portioning out a piece of chicken onto her plate before serving himself. "How's your mother doing?"
He sat down and cut into his chicken. "She's okay. The medications she's on don't work as well anymore, though, so she's more vulnerable to paranoia. I'm so glad I'm here, Erin. I couldn't deal with having her close by, seeing the slow deterioration. It breaks my heart now, as it is."
"Have you talked to anyone about your feelings?"
"My NA group. I can't talk to anyone on the team, not since Jayje broke my trust. I've smoothed things over with them, don't get me wrong. I just can't talk to them any longer."
She nodded sadly and tucked into her food. "I hope you find someone you trust who you can confide in."
"I think I might have." Erin looked up at him in surprise. "If you can trust me enough to take care of you today like I did, I think I can trust you with my secrets."
Erin smiled a little, and then looked down at her food. A warm flicker of affection rose up in her breast at the idea of being trusted once more. "Spencer, thank you." He leaned over and kissed her cheek softly. She could feel the stickiness of bbq sauce on her cheek and struggled not to wipe it off.
"Here, let me take care of that," he softly said, dipping his finger in his water glass before rubbing it across her cheek, taking care of the spot. They finished eating in silence; though she felt the looks they exchanged spoke volumes. When their plates were empty, she opened the dishwasher and he loaded the dished inside. "Do you want me to let this run during the night?"
"No, I'll do it in the morning after breakfast. There's not many dishes when there's just one person." He nodded and shut the door, holding out his hand to her. She took it and led him upstairs to her room. She sat on her bed, suddenly feeling quite nervous, and looked up at him. "I, I haven't done anything like this since college."
"Neither have I." He sat next to her and she turned to face him, reaching up to unhook her bra. He made quick work of his own shirt and she reached out to tug gently on the golden ring in his right nipple. He groaned lowly and gently pulled her back to lie on the bed. His skin was so smooth against hers and she once more felt her core clench tightly.
"I don't think I want slow tonight, Spencer."
"Good, because I don't think I can go slowly." He rolled on top of her, kissing her deeply as he searched for the zipper on her skirt. While he did that, she undid his belt and then unzipped his pants, pushing them and his boxers off his slim hips. "Could you help me out here, Erin?" he asked as he broke the kiss.
She nodded and reached behind her back to tug down the zipper on her skirt, shimmying out of it. He stripped her panties off and she parted her legs for him. He palmed her core and she whimpered, arching her hips up to meet him. Please," she cried out and he nodded, entering her with one smooth motion.
He felt heavenly, all wiry muscle and fluid grace. They made no noise in their coupling, and she could hear their breathing, harsh, ragged, and in sync. "I'm close," he finally whispered and she nodded, reaching between them to circle and rub her clit, pushing her body closer to orgasm.
Unable to remain quiet any longer, she moaned loudly as she came, collapsing back on the mattress. "That was wonderful, Spencer." He kissed her forehead and she smiled, snuggling close to his body heat. "If you want, you can leave after I fall asleep."
"Or I can stay. I make a pretty good waffle." The warm, tender, feeling blossomed in her chest once more and she sighed. "I'll take that as a yes." She nodded and he closed an arm around her as he used the other to pull the sheet up over their bodies. "Go to sleep, Erin." As she let her eyes close, he once more kissed her, on the forehead this time, and she smiled, deciding to take the moment for all the sweet worth it gave her.
