Read my Lips
Chapter 10
Eliana slowly let her eyes flutter shut, enjoying the sensation of being almost completely submerged under the water. Her breasts floated, buoyant beneath the surface. And the warm water soothed her the tender folds between her legs, washing away the evidence of the acts she and Spencer committed a short time earlier. For the first time since she met him, Spencer Reid was quiet. His head was tilted back, resting against a folded towel that was braced against the edge of the tub. His long arms were stretched out on either side of her, balanced on the tub's ledge. And his breathing was slow and rhythmic. She could feel the gentle even rise and fall of his chest against her back.
Eliana inherited her house from her father's aunt. She never would have been able to afford a large townhome in one of the nicer downtown DC areas on the pittance she received as a peace corps volunteer. She supposed she ought to sell the house. It was too big for a single woman, especially one that was gone the majority of the time. But she could never bring herself to part with the place that held so many happy childhood memories. She loved the house. And her favorite thing about it, bar none, was the giant seventies style sunken bathtub located just down the hall from her room. The only thing better than soaking in it, was soaking in it with her back against Spencer's chest. The tub was so big that there was room for them both to soak without touching if they wanted to, which they didn't. And the tub was so long that even Spencer was able to stretch his lanky body out under the calm surface of the water.
"What song is this?," he asked, not bothering to open his eyes even when Eliana turned her body slightly to glance back at him. Her movements created tiny ripples in the water that extended out until they hit the edges of the tub. And she smiled as she lifted her hand from the water to brush away a tendril of hair that had escaped the sloppy bun on top of her head. At some point during the tangle of their bodies on her bed, or maybe it was after, she took the pointed cosplay extenders off her ears and put them on his. They were sticking up through the tangle of Spencer's damp curls. And she was quite certain that she'd never seen something so sexy in her entire life.
"I'm not sure," Elaina admitted. Her eyes were drawn to the stubble coming in along his jawline. It was a few shades darker than the hair on his head. She planted a lingering kiss there, twisting her body just a fraction more so she could kiss his neck. "My dad made these playlists for me. It's a bunch of his weird nineties grunge. If you don't like it, I can turn it off."
"I like it," Spencer said, lifting his head off the towel just long enough to press a soft kiss to her lips. Eliana could still feel the heat when his lips met hers. But that was tempered by how well both their bodies had been satiated before they climbed into the bathtub together.
"Will it bother you if I smoke?," Eliana asked, lifting her hand from beneath the water and drying it off on a folded towel that was resting on the edge of the tub. There was a large decorative seashell half filled with sand that she kept near the edge of the tub, along with the lighter Elaina used to light the wicks of the candles that were flickering near their feet. The half smoked joint she snubbed out in the shell a few days before was still sitting there. But Eliana glanced back at Spencer before she reached for it. She doubted that anyone from the FBI cared about a little recreational pot smoking. But still, she didn't want to do anything to make him uncomfortable.
"Nope," he replied, not even bothering to lift his head up or open his eyes when he answered her. How entirely unphased he was made her smile. He looked so relaxed that Eliana suspected she might have gotten the same response from him no matter what she was about to start doing. She liked that she could just be herself, and go on about her weirdo business like she would if no one was watching. It was completely different from how she felt in her last relationship, where everything she did seemed to embarrass him even when they were alone. And thinking about the difference gave Eliana a warm feeling in the center of her chest.
Eliana lit what remained of the joint, cringing at the dirty ashtray smell of the previously burned paper at the end. She sucked in a drag, leaning back against Spencer's chest before she blew out a soft plume of gray smoke. It was after she took the second drag that she felt his hand on hers. He traced down over her fingers, lifting the joint into his own hand and lifting it to his lips. He inhaled the smoke using too much force and began to cough. Eliana rescued the joint from him before it ended up in the bathwater, giggling a little as she took another puff.
"Don't smoke much?," she teased. Spencer shook his head, using his fingers to wipe the water from his eyes. "Don't suck in so hard," she suggested, offering him the joint back. He took it. And this time he was able to breathe in the pungent smoke and exhale without coughing. They settled back into the comfortable position they were in before, passing what was left of the joint back and forth between them.
"Do you ever smoke?," Eliana asked, suddenly feeling slightly guilty. She knew it was only a joint. But she would hate to think she was encouraging Spencer to pick up bad habits.
"I tried it once in college," he admitted, taking another hit before he spoke again. "But I worked a case years ago where the suspect caught me and injected me with dilaudid. I was addicted for a while after that. So I guess I was afraid to try anything else…"
"What?," Eliana gasped. She reached over, snatching the joint from Spencer's hand and moving it towards the shell she used as an ashtray. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry," she lamented. "I had no idea or I never would have lit this."
Spencer caught Eliana gently by the wrist, stopping her before she could snub out the lit end of the joint. "It's fine," he said. His head was up off the folded towel and there was a look of concern and regret in his eyes. "I'm the one that should be sorry. I shouldn't have said all that. It was over ten years ago. Sometimes I say things without thinking first. Actually, it's all the time. I start talking and I can't stop. I don't want to ruin this, I really like being with you…."
Eliana let Spencer continue on his rant for another minute, taking another hit of her joint and trying her best not to laugh. The speed Spencer talked at when he really got going was actually sort of impressive. If being an FBI profiler didn't pan out, he could definitely get work as an auctioneer. Or a jeopardy contestant. When she decided she'd heard enough, Eliana lifted her damp hand out of the water. She cupped the back of his neck as she pressed her lips against his.
"Nothing's ruined," she promised. "Everything is perfect." She snubbed the last bit of the joint out in her sand filled shell. Then she snuggled back down into the comfy spot she found before she started shifting her body around. Only this time, Spencer's hands were under the water. He set them on her waist at first. But then he started to move them, gently massaging over her stomach and hips with his fingertips.
"I like this tub," he said, the words barely above a whisper. He spoke as if he was afraid of what might come out of his mouth next. It made Eliana smile.
"I love this tub," she agreed. "The plumbing is crap in Morocco, at least where we were staying. There was no hot water. And half the time, no water at all. The first thing I did when I got home was fill this tub to the brim with steaming water and take myself a bubble bath."
"How was it?," Spencer asked, resting his palm flat against her belly. His other hand was tracing little circles on the outside of her thigh.
"Amazing," Eliana replied with absolutely no hesitation. "On a scale of one to ten, with a one being listening to country music and a ten being getting naked with you, I'd give it a solid eight."
Eliana felt Spencer's chest rumble with soft laughter against her naked back.
"I've never been a metric on someone's happiness scale before," he said, his hands sliding across her body until his arms were wrapped around her. And for a moment, she was crushed against his chest as his hold on her turned almost possessively tight. Eliana tipped her head to the side, feeling the pull in the cords of her neck when she turned far enough to the side that she could press another kiss to his jawline.
"There's a first time for everything," she teased, hoping the innuendo in her voice was obvious enough for Spencer to pick up on it. If she had any choice in the matter, they had a lot more first times coming. And maybe a second round on the first they just had, once they were done soaking in her bathtub.
Spencer slowly relaxed his hold on her. And Eliana closed her eyes as he went back to slowly tracing his fingers over the curves of her body under the water. The little bit that she smoked was kicking in, helping the muscles in her body go lax. For a while she floated on the edge of oblivion. It was in the foggy place between sleep and wakefulness that her best story ideas always came to her. But for once, her mind was quiet. When Eliana blinked her eyes open again, it was to the gentle rub of Spencer's hand against her back.
"The water's getting cold," he whispered, his lips brushing against the side of her forehead. Eliana rolled her shoulders, covering her mouth as she yawned herself the rest of the way back into consciousness.
The only bad thing about Eliana's giant sunk in tub was the awkward slippery climb out of it. But that came easier since Spencer stepped out first and carefully pulled her up after him, wrapping his towel around both of them. Their bodies were still damp from the bath. But neither of them were concerned with that. Or the small drippy puddle that was forming near their feet.
Eliana's arms skimmed up until they were wrapped around his shoulders. And she rose up onto her tiptoes to kiss him. She could feel the subtle difference in the way he kissed her back. His nervous hesitation from earlier was gone. And when he parted her lips with his tongue, tingles of pleasure rippled through her body like tiny bolts of lightning. The part of him that had gone lax under the surface of the hot water was already growing hard between the press of their damp bodies. It was only another moment before Spencer dropped the towel he wrapped their bodies in. His hands stroked down over her hips to cup the firm rounded curves of her ass. Eliana giggled into their kiss as she felt her feet leave the floor. He lifted her up, setting her on the bathroom counter with his hips between her knees. But before Spencer could take the act further, she stopped him with the soft press of her hand against his chest.
"Let's go back to my room," she suggested. Eliana wasn't necessarily opposed to being fucked on her bathroom counter. Especially not by him. But the tile floor was soaking wet. And the large antique mirror behind her rattled against the wall anytime she shut the bathroom door too hard. Ending their romantic evening with a trip to the emergency room did not sound like a good time. Spencer didn't object, he just helped her down off the counter. And it was a good thing he already had his hands on her. Because the moment Eliana hopped down, her feet slid against the wet tile. She would have ended up on her ass if Spencer didn't grip her arms to keep her from falling. Eliana half expected him to laugh, That's what her ex would have done after he pulled her back up off the tile floor. But Spencer's voice was full of genuine concern for her when he spoke.
"Be careful," he cautioned, keeping a light grip on the upper part of her arm until they made it out of the bathroom. The air in the hallway wasn't cold. But it was enough of a shift from the hot muggy bathroom that Eliana's dark nipples constricted. Spencer's eyes lingered there, watching them tighten into hard little points. Her skin flushed under his heated gaze, making her cheeks and the tops of her breasts blush pink. And Eliana reached for his hand and tugged, giggling as she hurried him down the hall to her room.
The smell of sex was masked by the scented candle that was now burning low in the glass jar on her bedside table. But the rumples in the surface of her cream colored bedspread were evidence enough of the acts committed there a short time earlier. Eliana didn't have decorative throw pillows on her bed. He didn't really have anything decorative. But she did have an extra pillow she sometimes folded in half and stuffed between her knees if she couldn't get comfortable. She reached for it, dropping the lumpy pillow to the hardwood floor in front of her. Most men would have already known what that meant. But Eliana didn't see the desire replace the confusion in Spencer's eyes until she actually dropped to her knees in front of him and reached for his dick. From his reaction she suspected they might be having another first, or at least a first for him.
Eliana pressed a teasing kiss to the tip of his erection, her eyes flicking up so she could watch his expressions. She was planning to use her mouth on him for two reasons. Or maybe three if she counted her own pleasure. The first reason was obvious. She really liked Spencer. And she wanted to make sure he enjoyed himself, so she could sleep with him again. And again. And again. At the moment, she was thinking that every night for the rest of their lives sounded good. The second reason was a little more practical. He had a sizable dick. And the hot bath water washed away all her natural lubrication. Her insides were already tender from having him inside her the first time. Eliana had enough experience to know that if she slicked him up with her spit first, the sex would be better for both of them.
Starting at the base, she ran her tongue up the underside of his erection. By the time she sucked the head of his dick between her lips, he had his eyes closed. His brows were knitted together, his expression so intense that she might have assumed he was in some sort of pain if she didn't know better. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could, following her lips with her hand until his thick length was covered in saliva and he was rocking his hips in time with her movements. Fighting back the urge to gag, she let him push in until he hit the back of her throat. She held him there as long as she could. And then she withdrew, ending the act with another soft kiss.
Elaina stood up, humming when Spencer pulled her against his chest and held her. He reached for her hair, pulling the elastic loose and letting her dark mane tumble down onto her shoulders. The tug at her roots added to her building pleasure. She wanted to push him down on the bed and climb into his lap like she did earlier. But this time, her urgency to have him was easier to control. Eliana pulled the covers back and climbed into bed, sliding her body across the mattress so that there was room for Spencer to climb in behind her. She rested her head back on her pillow, letting her eyes linger on his dick. It was slick from her ministrations, the sheen of her spit glistening in the flickering candlelight. And when he moved towards her, Eliana guided his body on top of hers. She parted her thighs, letting him settle his hips between them.
Eliana didn't mind being in control if that made Spencer more comfortable. But being under him and feeling the weight of his body on hers was its own kind of aphrodisiac. She writhed against the mattress, shifting her hips as she tried her best to get some friction against her center. His hand slid between them. And she gasped when he entered her. The sudden noise must have startled him, because Spencer quickly moved his hips back like he intended to withdraw. Elaina rocked hers up, bracing her heels against the bed and bucking against him. Her hands slid down her back to grip his ass. And she pulled him towards her, making it clear that she wanted him inside her.
Spencer pulled the covers up over them when he climbed into bed behind her. And Eliana liked the feeling of being cocooned under them with him. Her insides were more sore than she thought. But the pain of having them stretched open again was adding to the experience, giving her pleasure a sharper edge. Eliana didn't want to worry him, but there was nothing she could do to stop the moans and high pitched gasps that were escaping. She tried to muffle the noise by burying her face in Spencer's neck. But when she found herself sucking and biting down on the tender skin there, she had to turn her head the other way. By the time Spencer caught a rhythm with his hips, every muscle in her body was already taut with tension.
"Ohmygod," she said, her back arching as the burn caught fire between her legs. "I'm coming," she gasped. The spasms shot through her as her inner walls convulsed around his hard length. Her toes curled and for a moment there was nothing and no one in the world except for him and the heat between them. Eliana heard Spencer moan. And then she felt the shudder of his release. It added to her pleasure, knowing that he was coating her insides.
They stayed locked together for a few moments longer before Spencer rolled off her and collapsed with his facedown into her other good pillow. His arm was wrapped around her waist, anchoring her to his side as they both caught their breath. Once her legs stopped feeling like overcooked noodles, Eliana slid out from under his grasp and padded down that hall to the bathroom. She relieved herself and blew out the candles they left burning earlier. And then she walked naked downstairs to her kitchen and got two bottles of cold water from the fridge. Eliana was so thirsty, she had hers almost half gone by the time she reentered the bedroom. She found Spencer in the same exact position she left him in, facedown with his one long arm stretched across the bed.
"Are you gonna make it?," she teased, laughing when he responded with a negative grunt. "I brought you some water," Eliana told him, moving to the side of the bed. Spencer must have been thirsty. Because the speed with which he flopped himself over and pushed himself up into a sitting position made her start laughing all over again. He took the water, twisting the cap off and tipping the bottle up. Eliana watched the muscles in his throat bob as he chugged the entire contents of the bottle down in a few hard fast gulps.
"I can get you another bottle if you're still thirsty," she offered.
"No," he countered, motioning her forward. "I'm fine. Get back into bed with me."
Instead of climbing over him, Eliana took the long way around the foot of her four poster bed. That way she could drop her water off on her nightstand. She slid under the covers, smiling when she felt Spencer pull her close to him. They shifted their bodies around until they found a position that was comfortable for both of them. And before long, Spencer was drifting off to sleep with Eliana's head on his chest, blissfully unaware of the gruesome events that were unfolding two thousand, seven hundred, and ninety three miles away.
