Nobody's Watching
[AN: this takes place during/after the events of season 1 episode 18 of Criminal Minds. I'm imagining the physical form of a later season version of Reid doing all of this. Obviously had to keep his season 1 mentality/experience level/character growth for plot purposes, but that BYU freshman nerd/lesbian library worker cut just does NOT do it for me. It literally took me out of the fantasy multiple times when I started writing it, so I had to mentally switch over, but you do whatever floats your boat!]
I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS!
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The agents were finally clearing out, having deemed the danger over and the residence safe again. Spencer looked at Lila to say goodbye, but her eyes were pleading.
"Could you stay for a while, Spence?" she said, stepping closer, clutching her robe against her chest. "You… make me feel safe. For the first time in a LONG time… I mean, you did save my life after all" she smiled up at him.
The young doctor knew Morgan and Gideon were close by and could hear, because he could suddenly feel their stares burning into the back of his skull. One of them took a few strides in their direction, reaching out to pat him on the back.
"Yeah, Spence, we can close this case up without you, you finish up here." It was Gideon, clearly happy to know that his order to have the young doctor keep information from the girl had no lasting negative effect on their relationship. Spencer didn't have to see him to catch the smirk on his face, it was audible. As was Morgan's low chuckle, but hopefully not to Lila.
He turned to protest anyway, sputtering something about being able to help pack everything up for the flight home in a few hours, but Morgan insisted that Lila be kept company, "we'll hit you up when the jet gets clearance," adding "loverboy" in a whisper, along with a quick wink. Spencer's ears turned red, but he tried to hide it, focusing his attention back to Lila, who was quietly saying her thank yous and goodbyes as everyone trickled out of her home.
And then they were alone. In silence. Spencer lifted his hand to rub the back of his neck, in an attempt to calm his nerves, but she sauntered over and grabbed his tie, pulling him into another kiss, just like in the pool, still taking him off guard.
"I really do need to shower… and you really do need to dry those" she tugged at his clothes, which were lightly clinging to him. They had attempted to dry his clothes after being dragged into the pool but she was right, they were still damp. He just wanted out of the mismatched sweatsuit he was forced to wear after the incident as soon as he could, and that meant he ended up with a button up, slacks, and underwear which were slightly wet. He blinked intensely a few times, trying to re-focus his vision as she slid her robe off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. She was so preoccupied with the investigation that she completely forgot to change.
"Lila…You-you want me to get naked?" His voice was unusually low.
"Don't you want your clothes to get dried?"
"Yeah, but-" Spencer began to protest, cutting himself off as she began to remove her swimsuit, pooling the bottom piece around her feet with the robe. The top of the bikini slipped off with ease as well, jiggling her perky breasts as they were freed. His clothes, however, needed more work to get rid of, not that he was doing anything but staring at her.
"I went first, so no excuses." smirking at his reaction to her fully exposed form.
"Oh, uh, yeah, let me-" he nearly strangled himself trying to remove his tie, then fumbled with his shirt buttons, looking down at himself as he undressed. Without warning, her hands appeared, helping with his belt buckle, firmly tugging the leather strap to remove it. She leaned up to kiss him while she worked. He moaned into her mouth quietly at the feel of her grazing his pelvis. She smiled against his lips before taking the bottom one in between her teeth, squeezing gently.
The jolt of mild pain triggered a thought in Spencer's mind: that woman almost shot her-both of them-until he talked her out of it, mentioning his and Lila's first make out session in the pool…But we're fine… I saved our lives… and now, we're doing this…He willed himself back into his body, trying to put his full effort into returning her kiss, hoping she couldn't sense his hesitation, the uncontrollable fear of the unknown that resides in every human being, even the geniuses…
His usual shyness begged him to take over for her, undoing his pants and stepping out of them quickly, but clumsily. She giggled as he struggled against the damp fabric.
"What?"
"Nothing" she giggled again, taking in the visual of his svelte form, "you're cute.." He was lanky, his muscles only visible when he flexed them through movement, and assuredly not as he was sheepishly standing there in front of her.
He finally gathered his clothing and handed them to her, covering himself between his legs as best as he could with his big hands. She let out a short chuckle and ran off out of his sight, presumably to the laundry room, yelling "Go ahead and start without me!" behind her.
He followed the instructions, realizing how cold he was fully exposed, and stepped into the shower as soon as steam was visible. He stuck his face into the water, taking everything in silently, only to be startled into a mangled yelp when he turned around to see Lila standing in front of him, sans warning.
"I really must be that bad, huh?" she mused, finishing the sentence with a kiss. He couldn't help himself; he took her face in his palms and leaned into her lips, moving them passionately, as if to say I'm sorry I joked about that, there's nothing bad about you at all…
"Mmm… now, let me under the water, I need to rinse off the chlorine."
"Oh uh, s-sorry" Spencer managed to blurt out as she slid past him, her soft curves brushing against his slender frame, sending chills down his spine. She dove into the steady stream, allowing the droplets to caress her as they fell to the floor, mesmerizingly. He couldn't help but stare as she stood there, watching her repeatedly soak and wring out her hair.
Her eyes fluttered open as she faced him, "Well?"
"Are you asking me what I think about you, Lila? Because you're beau-" she interrupted him with yet another kiss.
"I was wondering if I was going to have to make all the moves tonight, Spencer, but I can see that's the case…" more kisses, melting away any shame he might have about being shy.
Spencer had never really been with anyone like that, he never really had the time. He constantly kept his massive mind occupied, multiple degrees, and as much miscellaneous knowledge he could get his hands on…but this was different, and a whole new type of hands-on… He had studied textbooks on anatomy, biology, and chemistry, literature about romance, studies on orgasms, diagrams of sexual positions…In theory, he knew exactly what he needed to do, how to succeed and even excel at the task at hand-but theory doesn't always work out in practice. The only way to know would be to switch on that confidence he got from statistics and sleight-of-hand. He swallowed hard and steadied his resolve. When do opportunities like this present themselves? Especially to him? It felt like now, or never.
Lila was imploring him to proceed. She stared at him with hunger and guided his hands to her torso, giving him the confidence to take over the exploration of her body by himself. He fixated on the wandering extremities, making sure they reached their destinations. The left went up to her chest, while the right traveled around her waist to her buttocks, both massaging gently. He listened and watched closely for every subtly encouraging audible and physical reaction to his movements, but somehow missed her motion to pull his face down to hers, locking their lips together. His hands moved again, this time to her upper back and neck, to support her closeness.
He recoiled abruptly-remembering once more how close they both were to death, just over an hour ago. He worried again that he was taking advantage of the hormonal surges fueling her lust, especially as they are associated with being in the position the stalker-slash-serial killer put her in.
"I've honestly wanted this since I met you at the gallery" nose kiss. "you seemed different" cheek kiss. "interesting" chin kiss. "Handsome" neck kiss. Lila reassured him like she could hear his thoughts, though he realized they were probably plastered all over his face. "And I decided if I ever found myself in this situation" left collarbone. "I would definitely go for it" right collarbone. "Hero or not"
"Really?"
"Why do you think I kissed you in the pool?" She asked, tracing her index finger along his sharp jawline, making him shiver.
"I tried to tell you about transference, how you probably only liked me because I was there to protect you, it's a psychological phenomenon—"
Lila pressed their lips together to stop him from forming more words. "I just like you, Spencer. I don't understand why you have such a hard time believing that, but I guess I'll just have to prove it to you…" she said while leading him back to their previous position.
He blushed, nodded, and proceeded to lose himself in their entanglement. He caressed her face before settling his palms on her cheeks, fingers wrapping around to the back of her head, like he thought she would slip away if he didn't hold her tight. She moaned against him, opening her mouth enough to slip her tongue past his lips, coaxing its way behind his teeth to dance with its counterpart. Spencer could have stayed like that forever, but Lila eventually brought one of his hands down to the warmth radiating between her legs, taking a step back to lightly lean her upper torso against the shower wall, water rushing over them soothingly from the side. His slender digits caressed her vulva, twitching for entry, which was swiftly granted through a buck of her hips. He slipped one finger in, then another, both sliding in with ease due to her wetness. He couldn't get particularly far in his current position, but it seemed to be enough to please her. She took a sharp breath, and raised her heels off the ground in response, pressing her weight to the balls of her feet, spreading her legs slightly in response.
This gorgeous woman was displaying all the signs of genuine attraction and arousal… for him! It was almost unbelievable. It was unbelievable…He had to return to his body and continue.
"Did you know the most common, or at least the most probable, location of the 'G-spot' as it's called, is approximately five to eight centimeters deep into the vaginal canal on the anterior wall? It's often a different texture than the surrounding tissue." Facts made him focused and sure of himself. Spencer got down on one knee so that he could properly insert his long digits into her. Lila arched her back and pressed on his shoulders to bring his face into her chest, teasing his skin with a hard nipple. He raised his eyes and met hers as he accepted her flesh eagerly, allowing his tongue to dance across the soft skin, sending a shock through her body.
She squeaked weakly, letting him know he was on the right track. He curled inside her, attempting to stimulate the aforementioned "G-Spot", while simultaneously searching for her clitoris with his thumb. She went wild, a gasp escaping her lips and transforming into a short scream—stopped only by her own hand covering her mouth. He had apparently located both and excited them appropriately. A proud grin crept across his face, and he gestured recurrently within her warm wet walls, watching wave after wave of pleasure washing over her.
He switched his focus over to her other breast, sucking lightly while remaining active in the work of his hand below, now pumping in and out and curling with an increasing rhythm, her cries getting louder with each stroke…faster and louder and more feral…after a minute or two of glorious repetition and a symphony of her whimpers, Lila was completely enveloped by the pleasure he provided her. She dug her nails into his back up to his neck, finally resting softly in his long, wet hair; her body pulsating into a puddle in his hand, both figuratively and literally—creamy white liquid pooled from her, traveling down his fingers to his palm. He gently removed himself from inside her, watching her shudder with the quiet wet "pop".
He wasn't thinking of much except for how badly he wanted to taste her, mindlessly bringing his fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean. She was sweet but slightly tart, with a hint of sweat-unlike anything he had ever tasted before. He wanted more.
"Wow, Spence, that was amazing…" Lila mumbled, eyes closed.
He felt unreasonably bold once his face was in front of her parted thighs, kissing the top of her clitoral hood softly, vibrating it as he asked her, "May I?"
She immediately whined, "Please, please…" They repositioned their bodies so the warm water was now hitting Spencer's back, his right arm began wrapping around her thigh from underneath, hand curled around to rest on her hip, while her fingers encouragingly threaded themselves through his curls, pulling him further in. He took his right hand from its position behind her to the back of her knee, then gently raised it up to rest on his shoulder in order to get a better angle. He took his time to lap up her secretions straight from the source before working his way back up to the hood, attempting to lift it lightly with a quick flick. It retreated for him, exposing the pulsating pink pearl to the eager agent.
After spending a moment taking in the topography of her sex with his tongue, it was time to employ one of the few (in respect to the vast knowledge in his head) pieces of information Spencer learned online. Though he preferred to never use a computer, when he was younger, in university, with easy access to one that wasn't being constantly monitored by the government, he may have looked up a few things… This one in particular was something he was excited to see the results of—"the alphabet trick" involved tracing letters in order onto her clitoris in order, repeating when they elicit a desirable response.
A…B…C…D…they all made her twitch with ecstacy, but when he got to M/N/O/P, she cried out, clenching her handfuls of hair into fists, forcing Spencer to yelp while buried deep in her groin. She grinded her hips in desperate frustration to take control of the stimulation, inadvertently rubbing against the tip of his nose and cutting off his air supply. He yanked his face back briefly to take a deep breath before diving back in, gripping her thighs when he returned to his position between them.
He pivoted to Russian, having thirty-three letters in its alphabet, most of which were more structurally complicated than their English counterparts. Her body convulsed, her breathing sporadic and panicked, strings of profanity and prayer leapt out of her throat as his tongue played in her folds—it seems that the young genius was a prodigy yet again, sending her through multiple dimensions of rapture in mere minutes. He tried to count her orgasms, but they started to bleed together at some point, particularly after the re-introduction of his fingers. The shock on her face as he entered her again was quickly replaced by joy as each pump of his wrist was accompanied by a symphony from her vocal chords; the reactions she had to his touch put him in a trance and he only stopped when she tapped him weakly on the shoulder, whispering, "I can't…I need…a break…"
Spencer removed his hands from her once more, but brought them back up to steady Lila when it looked like her knees were about to give out. He stared at her as he stood up; feeling deep fulfillment at the sight of the beautiful girl, her chest heaving, displaying a blissful expression. All he could think to say was "Did you know that five to ten percent of women have never experienced an orgasm?"
She let out a breathy laugh, wiping her hair out of her face, "I'm sure they haven't had sex with you then!" she licked her own juices off of his chin and lips before pulling back to say, "No offense, I just- I didn't tell by just looking at you that you'd be this experienced, but of course such an interesting man would be interesting in bed…"
Spencer turned bright red and his eyes darted around the space between them before landing on her own. "Honestly, I'm… not experienced… at all… I'm just using a physical execution of theoretical information…but I am quite pleased to know the applications were successful" he finished, grinning again with a mixture of pride and sheepishness.
She was shocked. "You're a virgin?"
The exclamation flustered him. "The concept of virginity is actually debated as an arbitrary and often oppressive concept-"
"You know what I mean, Spencer… Am I really your first?" Her expression turned serious as she finished her question.
He turned bright red again, "y-yeah… I didn't want to say anything because I thought you would see me as a child, like everyone else seems to…" His face fell a bit, but she pushed his chin up with her thumb.
"That's not how I see you, Spencer." her gaze was piercing.
"I would hope not! Otherwise, I would have to profile you as a pervert!" he chirped, chuckling alone.
She paused for a moment, watching his smile fade and eyes search for reassurance, before chortling louder than she intended to. "Didn't I already say something about you being depressing? Cause you really need to work on that!'' They laughed together this time as she planted another kiss on his lips "Well if you don't wanna take it any further, I'd understand, I don't want to overwhelm you or anythin-"
He was high pitched and frantic, "NO! No, it's fine, I would definitely let you know if I thought I needed to stop, so please don't stop just because you think I-"
"So you're enjoying yourself?" She cut his rambling off with a coy smile.
Spencer replied softly, "more than I can describe."
She regained her composure and kissed him again, this time with unprecedented tenderness. She really really wanted him, that much was clear. He felt the same, he felt ready. Then, at her touch, he noticed it: his throbbing erection. Having been previously completely preoccupied by pleasing Lila, the tunnel vision kept him from registering discomfort before, but now that he was naked and wet and vulnerable with her hands around his shaft? His member was impossible to ignore…
Spencer knew he was considered well endowed, at least according to statistical averages. He also knew the fact that he was uncircumcised typically meant more pleasure for him in this scenario (he has more in-tact nerve endings than those who are circumcised), as well as her (less friction during intercourse) but she barely even touched him and he already felt as if he was going to burst.
Lila made her way down his torso, gently kissing and sucking on him until she made it to the top of his pubic hair. She settled into a kneel in front of him, positioning her face directly in front of the protruding appendage. His foreskin was retracting from the growth of his arousal, just beginning to reveal the head. She pushed back the remainder of the encasing flesh with the pads of her fingers to allow full exposal of the most sensitive portion of his body, placing her lips against it lightly. He inhaled sharply, precum oozing out of him. She swirled her tongue around the tip to taste him, causing his eyes to involuntarily roll back into his head.
He didn't elect to look away from the unbelievable moment he was experiencing, but the pleasure was almost unbearable. One of the hands on him was quickly replaced by her lips when she tried to take him into her mouth, allowing it to find a new home beneath her face; cupping his testicles gently. He gulped and groaned with satisfaction. The young doctor forced himself to return his gaze back to Lila, and she locked eyes with him while she tried to swallow him whole, gagging ever so slightly as she did. Her orbs radiating with lust and desire as tears welled in their corners. There was something else he couldn't identify… All he knew is: in that moment she owned him, body and soul. She continued bobbing and sucking, slowly but steadily, for a minute, maybe two. Every time she took him in as far as she could, her throat tightened around his head and caused her to choke a bit. She didn't seem to mind at all, and Spencer was surprised at how much it turned him on, though he didn't really have time to think about it just now. All it took was another swirl of her tongue, another stroke of the length of his organ, and he released his load down her throat. He tried to pull out, but she pushed him in deeper to assure that the semen would reach her stomach uninterrupted.
He felt their heart rates pulse in unison for the last few moments he remained in her mouth, and the drop in his blood pressure once she had removed him. Spencer imagined that he probably looked even more fragile and doe-like than Lila did when he had finished devouring her earlier. He felt completely drained, like his soul had been stolen from his body; she giggled and kissed him before he could process what had just happened. "I really wanna see what else you're super good at…" she grabbed his hand and pulled him into her bedroom.
"Wait-" he protested, stumbling behind her, "the water, your floor, we're making a mess…"
She smirked at him before pushing him in front of her and onto her bed, "We're gonna make a bigger mess soon".
"I-uh…d-do you want me to…do something? With…" He shoved the butterflies in his stomach into submission as she began to straddle him.
"Just stay still, for now." She said while placing a finger over his lips.
It wasn't long before he was rock hard again; she laid the lengthy phallus onto his stomach and straddled him, resting her once again dripping wet pussy on the shaft, rocking her hips to stroke it until it was engorged and pressing hard against her.
Lila grabbed a condom from her nightstand and before he could offer to help her, she had already rolled it down over the length of him, the thin material clinging to every detail. Her impatience was evident as she said in a husky tone, "I want you inside of me Spencer." He stammered something affirming with an enthusiastic nod, and she began to gently lead the head of his cock into her opening, slowly lowering herself onto him, bracing herself with her hands on his shoulders as she shuddered with pleasure. She seemed surprised by herself, asking again if he was okay with what she was doing, but he could only answer with a shaky moan. She felt incredible gyrating on him, slowly but surely, taking a little more of him in with each movement.
Every wiggle made him ache deep in his guts, in the best possible way—a physiological manifestation of yearning. She began to bounce on top of him, softly and slowly at first, her breasts undulating with the rest of her. He decided that he needed to put his hands to use there, and quickly repositioned them from their instinctive placement on her hips up to meet the supple mounds above him. She moaned loudly, speeding up her pace, as if to say "more, please". He kneaded the mounds in his hands in response to the encouragement, watching her nipples harden again, but this time he rolled them both in between his thumb and index fingers instead of his tongue. Stimulating both at once, while deep inside her, let a squeak out of her throat.
"I-is that good?" He was fully unsure of his actions. She responded by planting her lips on his, prompting his hands to migrate back to her hair, pulling them both further into the passionate action.
She pulled back however, pressing on his torso for balance as she continued to move up and down on his perfect cock. He released her head and gingerly landed on her shoulders before she grabbed his wrist and brought him back to her chest. "Keep going here, like you were before, it feels so good, Spencer." she panted, keeping her rhythm, driving him wild.
"O-Okay" He was grateful for the guidance and worked his magic until the feeling in his groin became unignorable. The sensations throughout his body crowded his mind, shoving his thoughts aside into obscurity, all but a few…
An important one that stayed was how happy he was about Lila being on top of him…for multiple reasons. The view first of all; she's gorgeous, intoxicating, irresistible. Secondly, he wasn't confident about the physical mechanics of him being on top. This interaction with Lila definitely gave him some confidence that he would develop that skill eventually, but for the time being he greatly appreciated her hips doing the majority of the work. He did his best to contribute to the rhythm they were in, as it sped and slowed according to her responses, but he was happy to follow her lead.
Another thought that poked through the haze of ecstacy in his mind-he was close to finishing… but it was Lila who spoke, as if she was echoing his own inner monologue. "I'm so close!"
The breathy moan which accompanied her words sent him over the edge, "Lila, I'm-I'm-" he pleaded as she sped up.
"Me too, Spencer, oh my god, YES!" she cried out, her muscles flexing all around him-fingers digging into his biceps, knees compressing his hips, inner walls pulsing around him again, trying to milk him into completion as well, and doing it successfully. He exploded inside her, sending electricity through his whole body, flushing his face, a deep groan escaping from his throat. She sighed gently as the warmth shooting out from him filled the condom inside her, and his heavy lidded eyes lifted to catch her expression. He was extremely grateful for his photographic memory, more now than ever before. He would never forget this sight; her peaceful smile, the way her hair stuck to her skin, her body relaxing and resting on top of him. They hadn't been going at it for long, but they gave it everything they had, leaving them both disheveled. He tried to commit his other senses to an iron-clad memory-the way she smelled of pheromones and sweat especially, but also the taste of her in his mouth, the sound of her breathing, the feeling of her skin against his…
They detached from each other and Lila disposed of the condom in a nearby wastebasket. She nuzzled into his chest,"so how was it?" she asked, pressing her lips against him in little pecks wherever she could reach without repositioning herself. Half-formed sentences bounced around in his head before fading away, a strange sense of quiet and calm engulfed him for perhaps the first time in his life. He wanted to express all of this to her, but speaking was difficult in his current state. He just lay there with her, holding her, smiling.
She turned and blinked at him. "Are you gonna say something?" she asked.
"I have to go," he blurted, kicking himself internally. NO! NO! YOU IDIOT WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT? "Sorry, I didn't mean that I want to leave soon, I-I don't, I want to stay, believe me! I just remembered that the jet, it's leaving, and I have to be there, but I want to stay here, with you, in this moment, for a long time. I'm just worried that I don't have a long time and that I am ruining the time I do have-" she kissed him again, shutting him up briefly before he continued, this time trying to answer her original question. "It was absolutely amazing, Lila. Thank you, so much." He said quietly. Are you supposed to say thank you after sex? He tried not to be embarrassed; he was thankful, plus his honesty seemed to flatter her. She once again covered him in kisses, her soft chuckles vibrating his skin as she made contact. "I honestly don't know if I've ever felt this good, actually" He thought out loud, feeling the corners of her lips curl up against his neck.
"I'm glad," she hummed.
"Oh, um, how was it for you?" he adjusted himself slightly, to get a better view of her.
"It was great, Spence, absolutely NO complaints…" She wrapped her thighs around one of his, making her fluids known as they slowly leaked out of her. "y'know, I really wish things had been…more normal when we met..."
He wanted to help clean up, but he didn't want to move. He couldn't. He just laid there with her, sticky and warm, mindlessly stroking her hair, beaming. "Lila, believe me when I say this: I've never known a normal day in my entire life!"
Then his phone buzzed. Fuck. That had to be the BAU team, calling him back to reality, which was now cruel by comparison. The sound triggered Lila to move, she knew what it meant: their time together was ending. She got up quickly, telling him to stay put while she grabbed some things.
She left the room and returned with two towels and a large Fiji water, tossing the towels on the bed next to where he rested, still as a statue, watching her move. "The green one is for you," she said, unscrewing the cap and taking a huge gulp of the water. Her words snapped him out of his silence.
"Thank you" He used the green towel to cover himself as he sat up, then wiped himself down with it, attempting to rid himself of whatever pool water, sweat, and cum may still be on him.
"Mmm!" She tried to get his attention with a mouth full of liquid, offering him the refreshment, which he gratefully took, drinking fervently as he became aware of his extreme thirst. Lila ran off again, her perfectly plump cheeks bouncing with every step, making him spill some of the liquid on himself when he neglected to lower the bottle while swallowing. She returned quickly, holding his clothes against her, covering all the parts he desperately wanted to see, before handing them off to him.
His phone buzzed again, this time twice in a row. He forgot to check it the first time, but he knew what the texts were about. He put his pants on clumsily, but not as much as when he was taking them off. He wished he was watching her get dressed, but he was too focused on being fast so he could answer the team. He grabbed the phone from the bedside dresser, one text from Hotch, two from Morgan.
Hotchner: Reid, where are you? Wheels up in 30.
[10:20pm]
Morgan: Hey loverboy, you better wrap it up soon, we're going back ASAP
[10:22pm]
Morgan: By the way, I hope you're not doing anything I wouldn't do ;)
[10:22pm]
Twenty seven minutes to be ON the jet. Why couldn't they leave in the morning? Just one whole night with Lila… He sighed, looking up to find her in an oversized t-shirt and short shorts.
"So beautiful" he breathed. She turned to him confused with an inquisitive hum. "I-uh-I have to go.." he said instead.
"Please, PLEASE, don't be upset with me if I have trouble keeping in touch when you leave. I'm so busy and it seems like you're so busy too and I just want you to know I had a really great time and I really like you, but long distance communication just isn't really my thing…I can hardly keep up with people I see on a daily basis.." she rambled, her face apologetic as she studied his reaction. He tried his best to hide any disappointment he felt at her words.
He replied, genuine, but unable to make full eye contact with her, "It's totally okay, I wasn't expecting any type of relationship with you . I've never gotten involved with anyone, especially not someone I met from work, much less an actress…In fact, I'm pretty sure all this could get me into some serious trouble… but yes, I understand completely."
"Well, If I'm ever in Washington, and I were to give you a call, would that be okay?" she stepped closer to him, helping him with his tie.
"I think I'd like that a lot." he rubbed the back of his neck.
"I don't want to intrude…" she trailed off, looking away.
"No! No, not at all." His vocal pitch spiked again into a falsetto, almost cracking.
They looked at each other for a moment until she broke the silence, "So, uh, how long do you have? Until you need to leave?"
"Um, six minutes from right..now. Unfortunately." He mentally calculated exactly when he would have to leave her house to get to the jet with two minutes to spare before takeoff, tapping into his extensive knowledge of maps and mathematics.
"Well, it'll only take me two minutes to get to sleep…" she teased.
He laughed nervously, thinking she was just saying that so he would get back into bed with her. "Wait, seriously?"
"Seriously. I'm exhausted." she yawned, crawling into bed, opening up the blanket and giving him space to cuddle up behind her. He hesitated for a moment, considering the pro's and con's before swiftly laying down with her. She wiggled, scooting back into him, pressing her body against his. She lifted her head and said "arm", commanding him to lay it beneath her, supporting her neck and freeing his hand to wrap around her and rest on her shoulder. He moved his other hand to her waist, caressing it, her hand overlapping with his.
"Thank you, Spence, for everything." she whispered.
He nodded, face buried in her hair, "My pleasure, Lila." and then it was quiet. He listened to her breathing and heartbeat both slow and steady. She really was asleep in two minutes. Well two minutes and twenty three seconds, but it was still a surprise. She was clearly wiped out by the events of the day. It gave him an opportunity to watch her sleep, so very peacefully. Spencer laid there with her for as long as he possibly could, leaving some time to gather his things, put on his shoes, and make it to the government-issued black SUV parked right outside. He pulled away slowly to not startle her.. she was still asleep, but she rolled over, facing him and allowing him to plant a kiss on her forehead before softly telling her goodbye.
He did what he had to do to get back to the FBI jet full of agents, waiting for him to take off. It was the middle of the night, so traffic was absolutely minimal, and Spencer decided it would be acceptable to drive twenty percent above the speed limit (double the ten percent alloted by law enforcement, but he was in an official vehicle) so he could be a little early. The lights of Los Angeles kept him from driving in complete darkness, something he was ashamedly still afraid of. He focused on the past hour instead of his fears, thinking about every interaction he and Lila had, replaying them in his mind like an HD movie…
Spencer couldn't help but smile as he got lost in the memories, but it fell when he realized he would have to hide this from the team. He said it before, but the whole event was completely inappropriate. FBI agents were NOT supposed to fraternize with the subjects they were working with, especially not sexually. He'd probably be fired if the higher-ups found out about his perfect night with Lila, so he decided they wouldn't. The agent didn't want to lie to his team, so if they asked, he would have to be vague and deflecting, keeping the beautiful details to himself. He again brushed the negative thoughts aside and resumed using his eidetic memory to relive the fantasy he experienced less than an hour ago…
Spencer made it to the airport and onto the plane with barely a minute to spare, much to the displeasure of Hotch who shot him a disapproving look. "Sorry, sorry, traffic…" He said, trying to avoid eye contact. He sat down in the back of the jet, in the corner, and felt like he was already falling asleep.
"Hey Hollywood!" Morgan sat down across from him, waving a magazine he must have picked up after everyone left Lila's house. The front cover was a picture of the two young lovers, taken before the traumatic events of the night, accompanied with the headline: A MYSTERY MAN IN LILA'S LIFE?
"C'mon man…" Spencer grabbed the magazine and shoved it in his bag
"You know, Reid, you're lucky they didn't get a shot of you next to the pool trying to draw your gun. You looked like a wet rat." the subject of his ridicule frowned. "Hey, I was playing."
Spencer thought for a moment before proceeding, taking a risk in the conversation. "Did you know that... She... I kissed her in the pool? It's so weird. It doesn't even... Feel like it really happened, you know?"
Morgan looked surprised but reassured him anyway. "Sure, sure. She's a beautiful young actress."
"Yeah. I kept explaining to her about transference and the fact that she probably only liked me because I was there to protect her." Spencer felt insecure about the whole interaction suddenly.
Morgan furrowed his brow, "Reid…You were her hero".
"I wanted to think that." He replied, wistful.
"No, no. Don't go selling yourself short, kid. You took down an armed subject without firing a shot. You saved her life. That's pretty much a hero in my book." It was clear that Morgan wanted to flourish the weak self esteem of the child prodigy, knowing some of the hardships he endured in his youth and understanding how much he deserved the confidence he should be getting from this experience.
"Let me ask you this. Have you ever... Crossed the professional boundaries with a... A victim of a case you were working on?" Spencer could barely hold eye contact as he asked.
The beautiful bald man sighed, "No."
"It's pretty bad, right?" he began to regret opening up to his colleague, worried the candid conversation could blow up in his face.
"There are some things you can't control even with that big ole brain of yours. No harm, no foul. Let it go."
Those reassuring words surprised the genius and encouraged him to continue, "Hey, Morgan? Has there ever been... A girl that you wanted to be with for more than, you know, not just one night?"
"Excuse me?" The question was a warning for the twenty-something to tread lightly.
Spencer replied sincerely, "I've never seen you with the same girl twice..."
The senior agent raised his brows pointedly. "Are you calling me a dog?"
"No, no. No. Not at all. I'm just... I'm just trying to figure out if... This feeling I have is ever gonna go away." He knew he was smitten, very much against his best interests.
Morgan got serious, "Reid, what we do for a living, it takes up all our time. And a relationship's hard enough even in the same city."
Spencer could feel the crushing disappointment of realism setting in. "So, I mean, you're saying it's probably wise that I don't call her, right?"
"I can't answer that one for you… Hey, I'll tell you what I do know. You don't need to come up with that answer tonight…Now, get some rest, Romeo." And with a wink, Morgan relocated himself on the plane to give the younger man some privacy.
Spencer quickly took advantage of the silence and fell asleep almost immediately, with a small smile on his face the whole way home, magazine tucked deep in his cross-body bag.