A/N: Thanks for the review, dear Guest! This one's a bit smut-y (not actual smut, which I would love to write but y'all never tell me if it's something you would like to read). Let me know if you like it. Thanks!
"You're the only person I've ever met who seems to have the faintest conception of what I mean when I say a thing"
- Virginia Woolf
When he got back to his hotel room, Spencer checked his phone. His CCTV monitoring app showed him the insides of Monica's house. There was old Bubbly, breathing heavily on the drawing room floor. The yard was empty and tree leaves blew with the wind. A shadow passed through the kitchen. Spencer glanced at the view from the bedroom camera. Monica was nowhere to be seen. He switched the feed to his tablet and called her.
No sooner did he hear the dial tone did Monica appear in her bedroom. She hobbled over to the bed, using both her crutches. He watched her pick up the phone and answer it.
"Alyo, lyubimiy"
Spencer said,
"Don't try to Russian your way out of this. Did you ditch your crutches again?"
"I did not. I'm using them right now"
"I assume you have been trained to avoid CCTV cameras, but I can tell when you haven't been using your crutches"
"What, you're watching me again?"
"Yes, I'm watching you. If left unsupervised, you will try aerobics"
"Jeez. It's like being on Big Brother"
He said,
"If you had let me stay to look after you, I wouldn't have had to do this"
"I am completely fine! They already cut the casts off. I won't even need these stupid crutches by next week!"
"You are anything but fine. You are recovering from multiple fractures and you have post traumatic headaches. Could you stop being so cavalier?"
Monica rolled her eyes. He said,
"I saw that"
"Fine! I will use the damn crutches. But you owe me so much sex, I'm telling you..."
"You are not supposed to have sex until Dr. Lopez clears you"
"Dr. Lopez doesn't have a hot boyfriend who smells like peppermint and looks at my ass as if it were a piece of art!"
Spencer couldn't believe he was saying it.
"If you want me to look at your ass ever again, you will do exactly what Dr. Lopez told you to. Do you understand me?"
Monica giggled. He couldn't help but smile.
"What?"
She giggled some more.
"I made you say ass"
"You. Are. Abominable"
"You know you like it", she did her Iggy Azalea impression, "Wish that you could bite it..."
"All right, stop. Just behave yourself"
"Fiiiine, Mooomm"
"I will call you as soon as I get back. Bye"
"Hey wait. Are you doing your arm exercises?"
He lied,
"Yeah. I did a c..."
"It takes ten minutes! Only ten minutes! Dr. Morley said you have to keep doing them for two more weeks. It's for your own good. Your body needs..."
"I'm going to do them right now, okay? Stop worrying. Stop worrying"
"Promise me you won't skip the physiotherapy exercises again"
"I promise"
"Good"
"Bye now", Spencer said, "I love you"
He could hear the happiness in her little laugh. He saw it on the screen too. Monica covered her face with one hand, grinning. He loved knowing he could make her blush. She finally looked up at the camera, still smiling.
"I love you too. Bye"
Few Days Later -
Spencer was sitting next to Monica as Dr. Lopez finished discussing the patient's current condition.
"You're a tough bird, Monica. You are recovering faster than I had anticipated"
"Yeah, that's all great. When can I have sex again?"
Spencer pressed her hand under the table.
"Monica...", he mumbled, thoroughly embarrassed.
She ignored him. Dr. Lopez seemed amused.
"Whenever you want. Nothing too strenuous though"
"Got it", Monica smiled.
She gave Spencer such a lecherous look, he blushed.
On their way home from the hospital, Spencer shifted in his seat as he drove. Monica was staring at him. Her gaze hovered over his chest, his arms; it flitted downwards. He caught her mid-stare and exclaimed,
"Will you stop looking at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like a pervert!"
"It's not my fault you're sexy!"
He looked away from her to the road. They were passing by the grocery store.
"Do you need anything from the store?"
"Condoms"
He sighed and kept on driving. Monica poked him.
"What, you have some on you?"
"Why would I... I don't"
"Then let's get some. The last I checked, we were all out at my place"
"Fine"
He turned and pulled over before the grocery store. Unbuckling his seat, he told her,
"You stay here. I'll be right back"
"Get me some Graham crackers. I want to try making a dessert I saw on pinterest"
"Okay"
"The condoms", Monica said, "Ribbed. Strawberry or chocolate"
Spencer sighed again. He turned to look at her.
"Anything else?"
She said,
"Lube, just in case. Not that unflavoured stuff though. And a can of whipped cream. I need it for the dessert. And see if you can get a rope? My lemon tree is bending towards Wisteria Reid. I'll need some for alignment"
Spencer gave her a look of disbelief.
"Can you really not imagine what it's going to look like when I take all that stuff to the cash register?"
She shrugged.
"It's going to look like you're in for a fun night"
He got flustered and stumbled out of the car. Monica could be heard laughing as he walked to the store.
On their return to Monica's place, she called from the door,
"Bubbly boy, we're back!"
Bubbly opened his eyes just enough to greet her with a moan and promptly fell asleep again. Monica hobbled over to the bedroom. Spencer watched her for a moment before heading to the kitchen. He put the shopping bag on her dinner table, taking out the lube and the condom packet.
'What have you turned me into, Dr. Knight?'
There was no self-checkout counter at the store. The boy at the cash register had given him a respectful nod. It seemed funny now.
Dr. Spencer Reid, having a sex life.
Well, not for the last month anyway. He hadn't even let Monica make out with him since the time she had climbed on top off him in bed and fallen to the floor mid-kissing.
It wasn't that he didn't miss the physical part of their relationship. Monica's well-being was more important.
But apparently, tonight was the night. His abstinence would finally be over. Oh the things he had missed doing to her soft...
"Dr. Reid?", she called in a lilting voice.
He knew what that meant. She was ready for him.
Spencer was smiling to himself on the way to her bedroom. At the sight of her, he was struck with invisible inertia.
Monica was standing by the bed, wearing one of his shirts. The shirt reached halfway down her creamy looking thighs. Monica raised her arms, showing him how the sleeves were too long for her.
"I couldn't pick what nightdress to wear"
He couldn't take his eyes off those thighs. Clearing his throat, he said,
"It's a good look on you"
Monica's knees looked much better too. Spencer knew he would be lavishing her legs with some well-deserved attention that night.
"Stay right where you are", Monica said, "I'm 99% sure I can do this"
"Do wha... Monica, no. No"
"Just trust me. I got this"
Without the aid of her crutches, Monica spread her arms and took some baby steps. She kept looking at him as she walked unassisted for the first time since her injury. Spencer watched her every movement like a hawk.
"Careful", he warned her.
She didn't stumble once. On reaching him, she let go of her balance. Spencer caught her in his arms. With a delicious smile, Monica looked up at his face.
"I think I just fell for you", she said.
"You're so cheesy"
"I know I'm Gouda"
Spencer smiled, supporting her by the waist.
"You did well"
"I'm going to ditch the crutches"
"Monica..."
"Dr. Lopez left the decision to me. Now I can walk"
"You could only manage thirteen steps"
"Still..."
"Use a cane. No crutches. I know you hate them. But the cane will be there for support"
"No way"
"Please?"
Monica glared at him. Spencer didn't blink.
"Damn your puppy dog eyes", she grumbled, "Fine"
He smiled at her.
"You can use my cane"
"You still have it?"
"Yeah"
"Can I make it look like Maleficent's staff?"
"Sure. I'll help you"
"Yay"
Spencer moved his hands down her waist. A corner of his mouth rose in a smile.
"Now, where were we?"
Monica's eyes gleamed with desire. She brought her mouth closer to his and said,
"Watch"
Getting out of his arms, Monica turned towards the bed. She raised her arms as she walked, leaving Spencer gazing hypnotically at her swinging hips. On reaching the bed, she turned and leaned against it. Her posture alone could have pulled him headlong towards her. She said in a British accent,
"Are you ready for some non-strenuous shagging, Dr. Reid?"
He grinned and walked to her. Monica bit her lip as he lifted her onto the bed.
"That accent..."
Spencer unbuttoned the shirt she wore. He finished his sentence,
"You should use it more often"
"Wait till you hear my Cockney. Oi posh boy, you bein' so buff..."
"Do you not want me to have sex with you?"
"I do, sempai"
"Good. Stop grabbing my butt. I'm trying to take my pants off"
"You were just grabbing mine!"
"That's different. Wait. Are you going to be able to... bend your knees?"
"Not really. Wait. Sit down"
"What are you..."
"How about this?"
Monica sat down on his lap, with her legs straight by his sides. She inched forward. It was enough to get him roaring inside.
"Dr. Reid?"
"It's good. Yeah", he choked.
To him, she looked positively thrilled. He said in a soft voice,
"Let me take that off"
When he tried to tug the shirt off her, Monica clutched his hand so hard, he thought she might break it. Her stare was unflinching.
"Don't. I like the shirt"
Her hold on his hand relaxed. He tried to smile.
"I just... I want to see you"
Monica held apart the ends of the shirt. She told him,
"Here you go. It's your favourite colour"
Her wearing purple lingerie would have distracted him easily any other time, but her reluctance to take off that shirt was too odd.
"Not like this. All of you"
"Or maybe", Monica smiled and placed his hand on herself, "We should try something different tonight"
He tried to block out what his hand was touching, had to. Spencer cleared his throat.
"The shirt has to go"
She gave him a disappointed look. When she made no attempt to take the shirt off, he touched her arm and watched for her micro expressions. She tensed up as his hand reached where her wound was. He didn't dare touch the part of the sleeve that was over the scab itself, not without asking her first.
"Monica..."
"I'm sorry for being weird", she finally said, "It just... it looks really bad. You know I'm neither self-conscious nor vain. But I don't want you to be looking at it while we are having sex"
Spencer said,
"It's an injury. It's almost healed"
"It's never going to stop looking hideous though"
"It is not hideous. I have seen it"
"Why can't we just..."
Monica tried to get off his lap. He didn't let go of his hold on her waist, making her look down into his eyes with surprise.
Spencer said,
"Take off your shirt"
"Dr. Re..."
"Please"
He could almost see her resolve weaken at the tone of his voice. Monica did as told.
God, he loved purple.
"You're staring at my breasts again"
Spencer raised his eyes to her face.
"The thing is, Monica", he said, "no matter how bad your wound looks, it's not bad enough to distract me from everything else, which is... stunningly beautiful"
"You don't have to say that"
"This", he motioned to her wound, "...is what Derek would call a battle scar. You received that while trying to save me. If anything, the more I look at it, the more I'm going to remember how much you love me"
"Spencer..."
Monica's hands held his face.
"You're too sweet for your own good"
"Let me love you"
Biting her lip, she said,
"Does it look like I'm stopping you?"
"You didn't say 'yes' expressly"
"That turns me on so bad. Every time"
Monica put her arms around his neck. She tilted her head to the side a bit, making her hair fall off her shoulder, making his heart almost stop.
"Make love to me, Dr. Reid"
Pleased with the situation, he smiled and kissed her. Monica's hand trailed down his body.
"I missed being with you like this... mm... are you... somehow... bigger than I remember?"
"No. I'm still average-sized"
"Oh muffin-cake, you wouldn't say that if you were where I am right now..."