warnings: smut (no condom, she is on a pill), munch!spencer, spoilers for season 1 obviously!
a/n: we are doing so good! don't you love being consistent? new chapter next week!
The team finally had a few days off after a grueling case, and the weather in D.C. was matching the mood - dark, rainy, and gloomy. Spencer sat in his apartment, staring at the rain cascading down his window, lost in thought. His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his reverie. It was a call from Elle.
"Hey, Reid," her voice came through warmly, a welcome break from the monotony of the rain. "How are you holding up?"
"Hey, Elle. I'm okay, just trying to figure out what to do with all this free time. You?"
"Same here. It's pouring outside, so going out isn't really an option. What are your plans?"
"Honestly, I haven't made any. Just reading and catching up on some documentaries, I guess."
Elle chuckled softly. "Of course you are. Why don't you come over?"
Spencer hesitated for a moment. "Come over?"
"Yeah," she replied. "We can watch a movie or something. It's better than being alone in this weather."
He smiled, feeling a warmth spread through him at the invitation. "Alright, I'll be there in a bit."
Not long after, Spencer stood outside Elle's apartment, shaking off his umbrella before knocking on the door. Elle opened it almost immediately, pulling him inside. The moment the door closed behind him, she was on him, her lips capturing his in a fierce kiss.
Spencer responded, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer. Their kisses grew more urgent, clothes quickly becoming a hindrance. Elle tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head, and Spencer followed suit, helping her out of her sweater.
Elle paused, her breath coming in soft pants as she looked up at him. "Do you wanna have sex?"
Spencer blinked, slightly taken aback. "Isn't that where this is going?"
Elle shook her head, a playful smile on her lips. "I mean, do you want to actually have sex? You know, you putting your dick in me?"
Spencer's cheeks flushed, his breath hitching as she kissed his neck. "I... um... I've never really done it with a girl before."
Elle's lips moved to his chest, her hands roaming his back. "But you've had sex? With not a girl?"
"There was this guy, Ethan," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "He was a lot of my firsts. But no, no girls so far."
Elle pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. "Do you want to?"
Spencer's heart raced. "Yes, but I'm not sure... I mean, I don't want to mess this up."
Elle cupped his face, her eyes filled with understanding. "It's okay... We'll take things slow. We'll figure it out together."
He nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Okay."
She smiled, leaning in to kiss him again, softer this time. "Just follow my lead," she whispered against his lips.
Spencer's hands found her waist, pulling her closer as their kisses deepened. Elle guided him to the bedroom, their clothes leaving a trail behind them. She laid him down gently, straddling his hips, her eyes never leaving his.
"Do you have condoms?"Spencer said, his voice a mix of desire and concern.
Elle paused, meeting his gaze. "I'm on the pill," she replied, her tone reassuring. "Are you okay with that?"
He nodded, the tension between them shifting from caution to anticipation. "Yeah, that works for me."
"Yeah?" she asked, her lips brushing against his as she giggled softly.
"Yeah," he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The playful energy between them was electric, their laughter mingling with the heat between them.
Elle leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. "Then let's make this unforgettable," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Spencer's heart raced at her words, the anticipation building as he pulled her in for another passionate kiss, ready to lose himself in her.
She was above his hips, both of them bare, the warmth of their bodies mingling in the dim light. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him lightly, feeling him harden even more and twitch against her palm.
With a teasing smile, she shifted her already wet folds above his length, her eyes locking onto his. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, her voice laced with excitement.
He nodded, desire evident in his gaze, and urged her to continue.
Encouraged, she began to rub herself against him, feeling the heat of his skin against her folds. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she reveled in the sensation, the slickness between them building with every movement.
Spencer was driven wild by her grinding, his breath quickening as pleasure coursed through him while he watched his dick press to his stomach as Elle moved.
Elle took her time, savoring the moment, the way he responded to her every shift and roll. The tension between them mounted, electric and exhilarating.
Finally, feeling ready, she aligned herself with him and slowly lowered herself onto his length. A gasp escaped her as she felt him fill her, inch by delicious inch.
A wave of warmth and pleasure washed over her. She felt an intoxicating blend of fullness and intimacy.
He pulled her face to his. Their lips brushing and tongues dancing as she began to ride him. Her movements were slow and deliberate at first, a gentle exploration of their bodies together. Each rise and fall sent shivers of pleasure through them.
Spencer's hands found her waist, guiding her as their breaths mingled and their bodies moved in sync. Elle lost herself in the moment, the world outside fading away until there was only the two of them, lost in each other.
Their pace gradually picked up, each movement filled with an intensity that brought them closer together. She felt every subtle shift and he kissed her and kissed her. Cupping her face in his hands he placed the kisses from her cheeks to her jaw to her neck and chest and his lips lingered there, breathing her in.
His hands gripped her hips again, guiding her rhythm as she moved her face to capture his lips once more. The kiss deepened, and he could feel the heat radiating between them, their bodies in perfect harmony. With each rise and fall, pleasure surged through them, building to a breathtaking crescendo.
Elle could sense the mounting tension, the way their breaths quickened and hearts raced. She found herself lost in the sensation, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. Spencer's gaze was intense, filled with a desire that matched her own, urging her on as she rode him harder.
Finally, the pressure within them reached its peak.
Elle's movements became frantic, driven by an insatiable need as she felt herself teetering on the edge. Spencer's breath hitched, and he whispered her name, the sound sending shivers down her spine.
With a final thrust, they both soared over the precipice, the waves of pleasure crashing over them in a euphoric tide.
Elle cried out softly, lost in the moment, as Spencer held her close, their bodies trembling together in the aftermath.
As the last echoes of their release faded, they collapsed into each other, breathless and sated.
Afterward, they lay intertwined under the covers, the sound of the rain still falling outside. Elle rested her head on the pillow, turned to Spencer, as he stared at the ceiling.
"That was... amazing," Elle murmured.
Spencer nodded, his fingers gently grabbing her hand. "Yeah, it was."
"I really needed that," she said softly.
Spencer glanced down at her, a small smile playing on his lips. "Needed what?"
"This," she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Someone to fuck me."
Spencer's cheeks turned crimson, and he stammered, "I-I wouldn't think you'd have problems finding people who'd be interested..."
Elle chuckled, looking at him with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Is that your way of saying I'm attractive, Dr. Reid?"
"Well, yes," he said, still flustered but trying to gather his thoughts. "I mean, you are. Very attractive. I just... I never thought you would have trouble finding someone."
Elle smiled warmly, appreciating his awkward honesty. "Thanks, Spencer. But it's not always about finding someone. Sometimes it's about finding the… right someone."
Spencer nodded slowly, his eyes thoughtful. "I understand."
After a moment, he stood up, starting to gather his clothes. "I should get going…"
But Elle reached out, grabbing his hand gently. "Stay a while. Unless you have somewhere to be?"
He shook his head, a reassuring smile spreading across his face. "No, I don't have anywhere to be."
With a playful grin, she pulled him back into bed, their laughter filling the room once more. She leaned in, capturing his lips with hers, their tongues meeting in a dance as Spencer settled over her, the heat between them reigniting.
As the team walked back to the hotel, the tension from the recent case began to ebb away. They had just arrested a woman who had been obsessively stalking actress Lila Archer. Spencer's hair was still a little damp from the incident at the pool, and the cool evening air made him shiver slightly.
Gideon and Hotch were ahead, discussing the logistics of transporting the suspect, while JJ and Morgan chatted about dinner plans. Elle and Spencer trailed a few steps behind, the silence between them thick and palpable.
Elle had been unusually quiet since the pool incident, and Spencer couldn't shake the gnawing worry that she had seen more than he'd hoped. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, trying to gauge her mood. He hoped she hadn't seen the full extent of what had happened with Lila. Or maybe it was better if she had; then she'd know that Lila had initiated the kiss and that he had just gotten caught up in the moment.
His thoughts raced, the urge to explain himself bubbling up, but he couldn't find the words. They weren't dating, after all. They'd never discussed being committed to each other. "It's just sex," Elle had said. But Spencer couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. He didn't want to hurt Elle in any way, but did she even care that he had kissed another girl? Either way, it wouldn't happen again. It was an accident.
He glanced at Elle again, her face unreadable as they walked. The guilt gnawed at him, making him wonder if she had seen more than him trying to clumsily get out of the pool. He hoped she knew he hadn't intended for any of it to happen, that it was a moment of confusion and surprise. The idea of hurting her, even unintentionally, weighed heavily on his mind.
As they reached their respective rooms, the hallway was quiet, save for the soft murmur of their footsteps. Spencer lingered for a moment, his eyes still fixed on Elle. She noticed his gaze and turned to face him, a curious expression on her face.
"What?" she asked, her voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and weariness.
Spencer hesitated, searching for the right words but ultimately failing to find them. "Nothing," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. He offered a small, strained smile before turning and heading into his room.
Elle watched him go, a thoughtful look in her eyes. She shook her head slightly, as if to clear her thoughts, before entering her own room. The door closed softly behind her, leaving the hallway silent once more.
In his room, Spencer leaned against the door for a moment, exhaling deeply. The room was quiet, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioning. He moved to the window, staring out at the night-soaked cityscape. His mind raced with thoughts of Elle, of Lila, of the complicated web of feelings that seemed to entangle him.
After taking a long, hot shower, Spencer wrapped himself in a towel and ran his fingers through his damp hair. The steam still lingered in the air, a soothing contrast to the turmoil in his mind. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his thoughts, when a soft knock at the door startled him.
He hesitated for a moment, then walked over and opened the door. Elle stood there, her hair slightly damp and a robe wrapped loosely around her. Her eyes locked onto his, a determined expression on her face.
"Elle," Spencer began, but before he could say more, she stepped forward, closing the distance between them.
Without a word, she reached up and cupped his face, pulling him into a deep, urgent kiss. Spencer's initial surprise melted away as he responded, his hands finding their way to her waist. Their lips moved together with a fervor.
Elle guided him backward into the room, their mouths never breaking contact. She pulled down the towel around his hips and pushed him onto the bed, and he fell back, looking up at her with a mix of anticipation and wonder. With deliberate movements, Elle untied her robe, letting it fall to the floor and revealing her naked body.
Spencer's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her. She climbed on top of him, her body pressing against his as she kissed him again, this time with a slow, sensual intensity.
Their naked bodies melded together, skin gliding against skin. The softness of her curves pressed against his chest, the heat of her center brushing against him.
Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as Elle moved against him, her hips grinding gently against his. Spencer's hands explored her body, feeling her breasts against his fingers. He squeezed them gently, making Elle whimper and moan into his mouth. He repeated the motion, a thrill running through him at her response.
"Please don't stop that," she moaned as he kneaded both peaks. With newfound confidence, he took her nipple between his fingers and squeezed gently.
"Oh, fuck," Elle moaned.
The world outside ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other again, the only sounds the soft gasps and moans that filled the room.
She took him into her hand and stroked him gently feeling his precum already escaping his tip.
Her eyes never left Spencer's as she guided herself onto him, just as she did a few days ago, a slow, deliberate movement that drew a gasp from both of them.
She felt him fill her, the sensation overwhelming and intoxicating. She let out a soft moan, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as she began to move.
Spencer's hands settled on her hips, his touch gentle but firm, guiding her rhythm. He watched her through half-lidded eyes, the sight of her riding him sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. Elle's movements were slow at first, savoring every sensation, every inch of him.
As their pace increased, Spencer's breaths came faster, his fingers digging into her skin. Elle's moans grew louder, each one sending shivers down his spine. Her movements became more urgent, more desperate, as she chased her own pleasure while driving him closer to his.
After a while, Elle leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him up so they were chest to chest. The new angle sent a fresh wave of sensations through both of them, and Spencer's arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, holding her close. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, matching the frantic rhythm of his own.
Elle's lips found his again, their kiss deep and passionate. She moved against him, their bodies in perfect sync. Spencer's hands roamed her back, feeling the flex and movement of her muscles. His lips trailed down her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat, the scent of her filling his senses.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered his name, her voice thick with need. Spencer responded with a low moan, his hands gripping her tighter, pulling her even closer.
Their movements grew more frenzied, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. Spencer's world narrowed to the feel of Elle's body, the sound of her moans, the taste of her skin.
Finally, with a shuddering gasp, Elle reached her climax, her body trembling in his arms. Spencer followed moments later, the pleasure overwhelming him, his grip on her tightening as he rode out the waves of ecstasy spilling himself into her.
They stayed like that for a while, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling in the space between them. Elle's head rested on Spencer's shoulder, her fingers gently stroking his hair. Spencer held her close, secretly hoping he could hold her forever.
Slowly, they pulled back just enough to look at each other. Elle's eyes were soft, filled with a mixture of satisfaction and something deeper. She smiled, a tender, intimate expression that made Spencer's heart swell with emotion.
"That was..." Spencer started, but words failed him.
Elle chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Yeah, it was," she agreed, her voice a whisper in the quiet room.
They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, savoring the closeness and the afterglow.
Afterwards, Elle finally stood up, reaching for her robe to head back to her room. Just as her feet hit the floor, Spencer moved quickly, kneeling on the edge of the bed. His hands found her waist, halting her movements.
"Stay a while," he murmured, his voice soft but urgent.
Elle looked down at him, her eyes questioning, but before she could say anything, Spencer leaned forward, pressing gentle kisses to her stomach. His hands moved to her hips, then to her ass, pulling her closer. He knew he wasn't entirely sure of what he was doing, but he hadn't had enough of her yet.
His kisses trailed lower, and he slid off the bed, kneeling before her.
Elle gasped softly, her hands instinctively finding their way to his hair. Spencer continued kissing her, his lips and tongue exploring her skin with a mix of curiosity and hunger. He guided her to sit down on the edge of the bed, his hands gentle but insistent.
Spencer's eyes met hers for a moment, a silent question hanging between them. Elle nodded slightly, her breath hitching in anticipation.
He carefully lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders as she lay down. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and desire, before lowering his mouth to her.
Elle's head fell back, a moan escaping her lips as Spencer's tongue made contact. He could still taste himself on her.
His movements were tentative at first, exploring, tasting. But as he found his rhythm, Elle's reactions guided him. Her moans grew louder, her fingers tangling in his hair, encouraging him to continue. She was so wet. Her and his arousal mixed together between the folds.
Spencer's hands gripped her thighs, his thumbs gently stroking her skin. He could feel her body responding to him, the way she trembled, the way her breath caught with every movement of his tongue. He was learning, adapting, driven by the need to make her feel as incredible as she had made him feel.
Elle's hips began to move, her body seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her. Spencer responded, his tongue and lips working more eagerly, more confidently. He could hear her moans, feel the way her legs tensed around his shoulders. Every sound, every movement, spurred him on.
Elle's climax built gradually, her body arching, her hands gripping the sheets.
He focused all his attention on her, determined to see her through to the end. When she finally came, her cries of pleasure echoed through the room, her body shaking with the intensity of it.
He continued to kiss her softly, his hands gently caressing her thighs as she came down from her high. He looked up at her, his face flushed, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and affection.
Elle reached down, pulling him up towards her, and their lips met in a tender, lingering kiss.
"That was amazing," she whispered against his lips, her voice breathless.
Spencer smiled, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions. "I'm glad," he replied softly, his hands still holding her close.