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Trapped with you

Chapter 7  I  Chapter 6  I  Masterlist  I

This is a criminal minds series I’m making about falling in love with Spencer Reid.

Summary: A small part of it is conversation but it’s mostly about what happens when everyone leaves.

Word count: 1682

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (female on male), sort of bdsm 

Authors note: I feel like this chapter kind of sucks and Half way through writing it I realized I should probably make my chapter more understandable fore people who just want to read that part, so I’ll for sure start doing that. Sorry to anyone who only wanted to read this part or something.

The first two people who began to talk to me were ‘Derick Morgan’ and ‘Penelope Garcia’. They acted like a couple, but everyone else in the house agreed they were just close friends. I actually really like Garcia, we talked a lot about coding while Morgan stared at us confusedly. Once they left to go get pizza, Rossi walked over to me. 

“So, Mae, how did you and Reid meet?” He asked. I wasn’t sure if he knew or if it would be considered inappropriate that we met the night of my attack. These people were all profilers, I was sure he would be able to tell if I lied. 

“I was actually the survivor of one of you guys’ cases. Jamar McClean,” I replied.

“Oh yes! That’s why you look familiar,” He grinned, walking away. Maybe he already knew.

The rest of the night I did my best to avoid Emily, the one who held me after the attack. I didn’t like being vulnerable like that and knowing she saw me at my most vulnerable state after never meeting made my stomach churn. Once the pizza was almost gone and the night started winding down, Spencer walked up to me.

“Hey, why are you avoiding Emily. She thinks you hate her,” He stated. The statement scared me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell him my dark feeling yet. How were we going to get anywhere if I didn’t though.

“I'm embarrassed by her. She was the one who I cried on after the attack. I don’t like crying in front of anyway, especially not someone I never met before!”

“Do you realize how crazy you sound. That situation has happened hundreds of times before, she doesn’t mind. If anything Emily is the best shoulder to cry on. ”

“Fine, I’ll go talk to her,” I caved, walking over to the black haired woman.

“Hi,” I greeted her, “I don’t think we’ve had a chance to talk yet.”

“No, we haven't. You are Spencer’s girlfriend, I want to make a good impression,”

“We’ve already had the first impression,” I laughed, “Mine was embarrassing. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” She explained, “If you ever need someone to cry on again I’m here.” I grinned.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Emily,” I replied, taking a bite out of my pizza. Truthfully my mind wasn’t fully into the conversation with her anymore. All I could think about was how she referred to me as Spencer’s girlfriend. Did he really think that? I had to get answers, so I walked back to where Spencer stood.

“So… I’m your girlfriend now, huh?” I asked.

“Well apparently your toothbrush is in my bathroom now, we've slept together, and honestly really like you. It’s just a title. I can tell them differently if you want.”

“No, no. It’s fine. You just never asked me.”

“Well, then, do you want to be my girlfriend?” My cheeks warmed at the question.

“I’d love to,” I answered, pulling him into a deep kiss. 

“I think that means we leave everyone,” I heard Rossi call. Though embarrassed, I didn’t pull away. Soon I could feel the emptiness around us. Only then is when I pressed my hand onto his crotch, making a small moan escape his throat. 

“I want to make you feel good,” I say, pulling off his shirt, his tie still attached to his neck.

“Bedroom?” He asked.

“Only if you take off that tie,” I laughed.

“What do you have in mind?”

“You’ll see, Doctor,” I tried my best to sound sexy, but it ended up sounding too overly excited. 

As we walked into his bedroom, I pushed him onto his bed, taking his tie off of him. I pushed both of his hands above his bed, tying his hands to the bed frame.  

“What should I use as a blindfold?” I rhetorically asked, “Wait I know.” I slipped my shirt off, crawling over his body. My hands ran through his hair as I pulled the shirt over his eyes, making sure the last look he had was a close up of my chest. My hands ran up and down his chest, doing my best to tease him. I pushed them farther and farther towards his crotch each time, making him think I was finally getting to the point, then retracting them back towards his face. Finally I undid his button, pulling his pants off. They got stuck on his ankles, making me laugh. “I need help,” I tried to sound as innocent as I could.

“Oh? You do?” He asked with a little pout in his voice. I could tell he was making fun of me.

“The longer they're there is the longer you don’t get any of me,” I shot back. He sighed kicking one side off, then using his free foot to get the other free. 

“It always works with you men. By the end of this you’re going to be begging me to make you come,” I was doing my best to make him annoyed. Sex was always better when the partner was pissed off. He stayed quiet, though, awaiting my hands on him. 

I pulled down his boxers, making him flinch at the unexpected touch. He got used to not seeing, though. When my hands found his cock, he sat like a brick. In my head I knew he wouldn’t be staying like that for long, though.

I spit on one hand, then proceeded to rub them together. I pressed one on his shaft, causing no reaction. I gave a few quick pumps, making his straight face slightly falter.  I used one hand to massage the tip and played with his balls with the other. Small moans came out of him, but I knew I could do better.

I licked up his cock, making sure to put pressure with my tongue right under the tip. A louder moan came from him and I knew I was doing the right thing. I took his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. The precum on it made him taste salty. 

Soon, I bobbed my head, going a little farther each time, but still keeping it slow. As I went up I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked with still pulling up. That was when the loudest moans escaped from him. He began to start using his legs to pump into me and that’s when I paused completely.

“I’m in charge here,” I said with as much authority as I could, “You stay still.” “Mae I want to feel you. Fuck me please,” He whined.

“What was that?” I asked.

“I said I want you to fuck me until no words can come out of your mouth and all you can do is moan while I pound into you,” He stated. My eyes went wide, not expecting such talk from him. I decided to do as he said, though, because even though I liked being in charge, that sounded a lot more fun. 

I got off the bed, shedding all my clothes. I did it as quickly as possible, since he couldn’t see it anyway. Once I was naked I noticed something was wrong. I wasn’t wet yet. A smile spread across my face as a new plan popped into my mind. I layed next to him on the bed, placing my head on his chest. 

“What are you doing?” He asked, confused. I didn’t respond, though. Instead I put my fingers to my clit, slowly circling the sweet spot. I did my best to exaggerate moans. I knew it would drive Spencer crazy. I entered one of my fingers into myself, then took it out and pushed it into his mouth. 

“Do you like that, doctor. Do you enjoy the taste of me?” I asked. He nodded his head a little bit as his tongue swirled around my finger, making sure every last drop of me was gone. I pulled it out. Using his spit, I pumped a cock a few times more, realizing I was now wet enough to ride him. 

I straddled him, touching his cock to my entrance, but not sliding down it yet. Instead I rubbed it around my folds, exaggerating a moan. The look on his face was enough to send me over the edge. I pushed through, though knowing how much better it would be if I did it while he was inside of me. Before I knew what was going on, though, Spencer pushed into me causing me to moan loudly. I didn’t expect the fullness he brought me. I pushed my hands towards his neck, squeezing the sides.

“Remember who’s in charge here, doctor,” I said. He tried to say something but his voice didn’t let him. I squeezed my shafts around him as I began to bounce on his cock. Both of us were moaning messes. His hips began to meet mine in the middle, causing him to hit everything inside of me. 

With my hands still placed on his neck, I squeezed a little harder. I needed something to hold on to and that was the most convenient. 

“Spence came with me,” I sighed, dangerously close to my release. I untightened my fingers for a second just to hear a reply.

“I- I’m close, too,” He moaned. The sound of his voice was enough to push me over the edge. My walls tightening around him as he still pumped into me. My hands went away from his neck, instead grabbing his shoulder. I knew there would be crescent shaped scratches in him from my nails. Just as I was about to finish, Spencer came, too. He milked himself , making sure every drop of himself was in me. 

Once we were both done, I slid off of him, frowning at the emptiness. I untied him and took off his blindfold.

“Where did that come from,” He asked with a smile on his face. 

“Sorry,” I said, embarrassment crossing my face.

“There’s nothing you should be sorry for, he explained, pulling me into a kiss.

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So kiss me

This is a one shot I made :) (masterlist)

Warnings: Unprotected sex; smut

word count: 1443

summary: y/n and her best friend, Spencer share a room after a day working on a case.

Author’s note: This is just the basic best friends have sex with each other with a small plot at the beginning type thing. Hope you guys enjoy :)

A shiver ran down my spine as Reid’s breath hit the side of my neck. We were busy trying to solve a case and I was pinpointing the exact area the unsub would be located. Reid of course, with his need to always be right was looking over my shoulder the whole time. It was sort of understandable, as I was new to the team, but I got the position for a reason. There was no reason to believe I’d mess it up.

Spencer, along with Garcia, were the most welcoming to my arrival. He had asked me to get lunch for the team with him on my first day. At my old job as a detective for the NYPD, I got undermined a lot because I was a woman and I was scared the same things were going to happen here. I was completely wrong though.

I noticed all the women on the team are treated with complete respect, the boss even being a woman named Erin Strauss. They all greeted me with open arms too, always inviting me to their girls nights every other Saturday, even when I didn’t know anything about any of them. Now, even though I’ve only been here a month, I’m closer with all of them than I was with anyone in New York.

Spencer and I became the closest, though. We had similar senses of humor, and instead of finding his rambling annoying, I loved it. Learning new things always interested me and coming from him was just a plus. Of course I thought he was attractive, too, with his skinny, but toned body, curly hair, and eye bags. Okay fine, I liked Reid. Nobody was ever going to find out, though.

“Can you back up a little bit,” I joked, “You’re breath stinks.” I grabbed my nose and swatted the air with my other hand to add on to the joke. 

“My breath doesn’t stink!” He screeched, breathing into his hand and sniffing it.

“Spencer, sweetie, I was only kidding,” I laughed, “and you should call Hotch, tell him we have a location.”

“Actually, I don't think I should. Don’t want Hotch to get bothered by my ‘hot breath’” He said, closing his leather bag and walking out of the room. I rolled my eyes and started dialing Hotch’s number on my phone. 

By the end of the day, we had another dead body and no name. We all needed rest. By the time we got to the hotel, half of the team was practically falling asleep. Before handing out keys, Hotch explained how we needed to share rooms during this case.

“Morgan and Garcia, Emily and JJ, Y/n and Reid, and me and Rossi,” He said handing the keys to each pair, “If you don’t like your partner you can switch, you’re all adults, do what you want.”

I looked at Spencer hoping he wasn’t disgusted to be paired with me. A smile on his face put my anxiety to rest, though. I crossed the room to speak to him. “Looks like we’re going to be roomies,” I stated, holding out the key, “Unless I make you uncomfortable, Reidy boy.”

“I'll switch rooms if you call me that again, y/n” He shot back as we started walking to our room.

“You have a problem with it reidy boy, you can take it up with my ass.” I said as we finally reached the door. I put the key in, unlocking the room. As I walked in my eyes went wide. There was only one bed. I was fine sharing a room with him, but a bed! My heart would explode!

“What! Why would he give us a room with only one bed?” I asked.

“This has happened before. There were only rooms with single-beds left. I can take the floor if it makes you uncomfortable,” He said looking over me at the predicament.

“Don’t be silly. It’s just you. We can sleep in the same bed for a few nights,” I said, even if my brain disagreed with the idea, my heart happily agreed, “Just don't ask to share the shower, too.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem,” He whispered, walking past me, putting his stuff on the left side of the bed. I followed suit, putting mine on the right.

“I’m going to go shower, then head to bed,” He told me walking toward the bathroom with his shower supplies. I nodded. Once the bathroom door was locked behind him, I began changing into my pajamas.I just put on a sweater and pajama shorts.

I turned on the tv for background noise before turning off the lights to try and fall asleep. Sleep overtook me fast. The next thing I remember is waking up to the bed softly shaking. Confusion set over me, but I didn’t ask what was going on. I figured it out soon enough,though, when a small moan escaped Spencer’s throat. It was deep, but quick, like he didn’t mean to, and he probably didn’t. Arousal began to pool in my underwear at the thought of what he was doing, though. 

Before my brain even thought about what I was doing, my hands touched his face, pulling it to face me. It reddened at the sight of me awake. 

“I am so sorry,” He quickly said, trying to get up. My hands stopped him, though. I didn’t say anything, instead deciding on pulling him into a kiss. He pulled away quickly, with a confused look on his face. As soon as he felt my reassuring touch, though, he pulled me back in. It was heated and fast. It felt like electricity made every strand of hair on my body stick up. 

He sat up, straddling me and kissing me down my body. I pulled off my sweater revealing the top half of my body to him. Whatever he was planning stopped completely at the sight of me. He paused for a second, before leaning back down and taking one of my boobs in his mouth. A small moan left my lips as my hands tangled in his hair. He switched boobs, giving them even attention. 

“Spencer I want you,” I whined, “Fuck me please.”

“If that's what you want,” He said, pulling my shorts and underwear off of my all in one take. His fingers went to my pussy, rubbing my clit. 

“You’re already so wet, y/n,” He stated, beginning to line himself up to my entrance.

He slowly pushed into me, giving me a second to adjust to his length. Once I nodded, he began pulling out, then slamming back in, hitting my sweet spot causing a moan to escape from me. He pushed my legs back, causing him to get more areas as he continued to pound into me. 

I hadn’t had sex in months, so Spencer felt amazing. It had only been a few minutes but I was already so close. One of my hands grabbed his shoulder, the other massaged my clit. 

“I’m gonna cum,” I barely got out the words, pleasure coursing through me. “I’m close too. Cum with me, y/n,” He groaned. Just his talking could get me off. With all the pleasure I was feeling, my orgasm began to wash over me. My legs shook and I screamed Spencer’s name, my hands pulling at his hair. Soon after me, he pulled out, jacking himself off. 

Before he could come over me, I put my lips on his cock, pumping back and forth. The taste of myself overcoming all of my senses. He began to fuck my mouth, tangling his hands in his hair.

“Fuck, y/n,” he moaned, finally finishing off, his cum coating the back of my throat. I swallowed all of it. 

“You’re so sexy,” He said looking down at me before pulling me into another kiss. Exhausted, we both fell asleep quickly, still naked. 

The next morning I woke up, all of my limbs tangled up with Spencer’s. A smile washed over my face and I snuggled back in, before I realized what had woken me up. 

“You owe me ten dollars,” I heard Hotch say. Mortified, I turned around quickly, waking Spencer up. 

“I told you making them share a room would work,” Morgan stated. 

“What are you guys doing in here!” I yelled.

“You both were late, so we came to check on you. We can see you’re both fine, though,” Morgan replied walking out. Hotch followed him, closing the door behind him. I look back at Spencer. His mouth was wide open. He looked as embarrassed as I felt. 

“They know,” I said, “So kiss me.”

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Trapped With You

Chapter 6  I  Chapter 5  I Chapter 7  I  masterlist

This is a criminal Minds series I’m making about falling in love with Spencer Reid

summary: Mae spends the day at Spencer’s apartment until an unwanted visitor catchers her, leading to the meeting of Reid’s whole team.

word count: 1697

warnings: only a little bit of language

Authors note: Today’s been a good day so I finished two chapters, I hope you guys enjoy :) sorry this one is kind of short again, but I thought it would be better if I leave the conversation to the next part (You’ll understand after reading haha)

     When I woke up, me and Spencer were on different sides of the bed, both of us having different blankets. He was still fast asleep, so I used this time to look around his room, as last night I didn’t really have a lot of time to do so.

     The bed was in the middle of the room with two nightstands on either side. On both sides layed matching lamps. On his side, though, was a cracked book named ‘The Narrative of John Smith’  with writing all over it. It must be his favorite. All the other ones looked used, but not like this. This one looked like it was about to fall apart.

     On the wall in front of me, there was a closet on my side. On the other side was an old looking dresser that was painted the same colors as the nightstand. There were pictures on top of it, however I couldn’t make them out from the distance. I should probably get my eyes checked out.

      Besides that there were only a few more knick knacks and shelves stuffed with more books. We haven’t talked about it, but it made sense he read so much with as high of an IQ he has. 

     I got up and walked into the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as I could. I didn’t want to wake Spencer when he looked so peaceful. I decided I would make him breakfast for when he wakes up. I opened his fridge looking at the contents. I decided on making eggs and toast. It seemed the easiest and fastest- I didn’t want to wake Spencer up before it was finished. 

     As I popped four pieces of bread in the toaster that laid on the counter, I hummed a song quietly. Then I got out the eggs and began to cook them. As I did that I started coffee with his coffee maker. It took me a second to figure out how to use it, but it wasn’t too difficult.

     When All the food was finally done, I grabbed the plates and mugs and slowly walked them back to Spencer’s bedroom. At this moment I was happy I used to be a waitress. I carefully put them on each nightstand before getting back into the bed and wrapping my arms around Spencer, trying to wake him up the best way possible. As he started to stir, I planted a kiss on his cheek. 

      “Good morning, sleepyhead,” I whispered in his ear. A smile spread across his face, before he turned and gave me a kiss on the lips, never opening his eyes once. I hoped this is what it was always like waking up with him. The thought made my heart pound in my chest.

     “What’s that smell?” He asked once he pulled away.

     “I made you breakfast,” I chuckled, “toast and eggs.”

      “Yum,” He said, sitting up and grabbing the plate that lay next to him. He began eating, and I joined. Once we were finished, he took the plate from me, getting up, placing a kiss on my forehead, then walking away.

      “Where are you going?” I asked. 

      “To do the dishes,” He replied, while continuing to walk away. With that I shot up. 

     “I made the mess, let me clean it,” I protested. 

     “Exactly. You made it. Next time I make something, you can clean the dishes. Does that sound good?” 

     “I guess so,” I said, still feeling a little bad for making a mess that he had to clean. If he wanted to he could get me back next time he cooks and make a huge mess. 

     “Do you have work today?” I asked, changing the topic. 

     “Yes, but I don’t have to go in till 10, since we came home kind of late last night.” He answered.

     “Spence, You do know it’s 9:30, right?” I told him. 

      “No, it can’t be,” He said, then checked his watch, “fuck,” He said, dropping the plates he was cleaning and running to his closet. Before I knew it, he was about to run out the door, completely dressed. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me, like he just remembered I was still here. He quickly ran to, kissing me again. It was quick, like a peck, but I still savored the feeling of his lips on mine. 

     “You can stay if you want. It would be nice to have you here when I come home,” He said as he ran out the door, not even closing it fully. I went to fully close it, thinking about what I would do for the day if I did stay. I decided on quickly going home and getting a small bag with my stuff, including my laptop, and returning. He seemed like he wanted me to stay and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

     The small trip took about an hour, there and back. I grabbed a few pairs of pants, my toothbrush, a sweater, and a few shirts. I also packed a few undergarments that I thought Spencer would enjoy. I packed as if I was planning to stay awhile, you know, just in case.

      The rest of the day he was gone, I cleaned up a little, finishing the dishes he didn’t get to this morning, then started on a new project. I was sitting on his couch with a blanket around me, typing away, when the door opened in his apartment. It was only around 3 o’clock, so I was surprised he was back so early. 

      “Hey Spence,” I called out, “I hope you aren't too mad I finished the dishes,” I laughed, turning around to face him. When I turned, though, it wasn’t Spencer. A blonde woman was stopped in her tracks, a gun in her hands, pointed at me. I froze, not knowing what to do. 

     “Who are you?” The woman asked, “Why are you in Spencer’s apartment?”       “I- he told me I could stay,” I stuttered. She gave me another look before putting the gun back into her holster.

      “Who are you?” I asked, fear still running through me. Why did a blonde woman have the keys to Spencer’s apartment. Maybe I was completely wrong about his feelings towards me. Maybe I was just a hook-up. I was even asking myself if I was a homewrecker without even knowing.

      “Agent Jennifer Jareau, with the FBI’s behavioral unit,” She answered, “Who are you?” Relief flooded through me. Spencer had talked about her before, telling me how close of friends everyone on his team were, how they were pretty much his family. A faint memory of her from the day of my attack flooded through my brain. I wondered if she remembered me.

     “Um, Virginia Mae, or just Mae,” I replied, not knowing what else to say. Me and Spencer hadn’t put a title on what we were yet and I didn’t want to decide for him. Her eyes widened and I was worried she remembered me.      “Are you his girlfriend or something?” She asked.

     “We’ve been on a few dates,” I replied, “I wouldn’t say girlfriend.” With that she put her hand out for me. I shook it back.

      “I’m so sorry about that. Our job makes me paranoid, I thought someone broke into his house or something. I’m so sorry to scare you like that. I was just coming to drop off a few groceries. There was a sale on apples and I knew how much he likes them,” Jennifer explained.

     “You’re fine,” I replied as an awkward silence began. After a few seconds, she took the bag from her shoulder and handed it to me.

      “I’m sure you know what to do with them. You know, you look really familiar.” She said.

       “I’m sure I can figure it out, and I can’t imagine why I would look familiar,” I lied. She just shook her head in response and left. I sat the bag on his counter and just headed back for my computer, wondering what would happen when Spencer found out about our conversation.

      I didn’t get to figure it out for another five hours until he came home around eight. I continued on my laptop, still working on the project that had to be done in a week.       “Mae?” He called out. 

       “I'm in here,” I called back.

      “There are some people I want you to meet,” He said. Confused, I pushed my laptop to the side, turning around to face him. 

       “I heard JJ saw you today. She told Garcia, the IT from my team, and from there everyone found out about you. Everyone wanted to meet you, even when I told them not today. Trust me they are more stubborn than the look. I just wanted to give you a heads up before a bunch of people trampled through my apartment,” He said, answering my questioning eyes. Nervousness plagued through me. 

      “Wait! Shouldn’t I put on actual clothes. I don’t want this to be their first impression,” I brought my hand from my head to my hips showing him what I was talking about. I only wore his shirt and a pair of spandex. I was positive all his coworkers would be wearing suits.

      “You look adorable,” He said while opening the door.

      “No Spence,” I quietly yelled, running toward him trying to completely shut the door again. It was too late, though. People began walking into the house, some looking for me, others looking around the apartment as if they’d never seen it before. 

      Embarrassment made my cheeks turn a light pink color as I walked over toward Spencer. I figured he would be good to hide behind. I said this morning nothing he did could make me hate him, but this was really pushing it.

     The door shut as I counted six people, one holding two pizza boxes. I looked up at Spencer and he had a goofy grin on his face. My hand found his and I squeezed it.

       “Everyone, this is Mae,” He said pointing toward me with his open hand. I shyly waved.

      “JJ, you two have already met,” He said, pointing out the blonde again. Soon I knew everyone’s names. The smiles on their face comforted me and small talk began.

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Trapped With You

Chapter 5  I  chapter 4  I  chapter 6  I  masterlist

This is a criminal minds series I’m making about falling in love with Spencer Reid.

summary: Spencer leaves on a case but stuff happens when he gets back

word count: 1998

warnings: smut

Author’s note: I think next chapters is going to be a lot more fluff stuff rather than smut :) 

     As my eyes fluttered open, my arms stretched out above me and I yawned. As I put them down, my hand fell on Spencer, who I had forgotten was here. I smile spread across my face as memories of last night replayed in my head.      Spencer layed next to me with only the thin blanket I use above my sheets. It’s been awhile since anyone has slept over in my bed. I didn’t realize I was such a blanket hog. I slowly got off of the bed, doing my best not to wake him up, before taking the remaining blanket and covering him up.      Before going to bed last night we had watched a movie in my living room, like we originally planned,  so I was wearing a big shirt with spandex already. I had an oversize pair of sweatpants I let him borrow for the night along with a t-shirt that I thought would look good on him, so he wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. I guess my blanket hogging kind of ruined that plan.      I walked to my kitchen where the two bowls layed empty on my counter. I put them back where they belonged before fishing out two mugs. I wasn’t sure how Spencer liked his coffee, so I just made it the same as mine.      By the time both cups were ready to drink, Spencer walked into the kitchen with a dazed look on his face, not noticing me. His eyes darted around my apartment in a confused manner.      “Tired?” I asked. His eyes lit up at my voice. His head turned to face me.      “I woke up and you weren’t there, so I was looking,” He laughed.       “I was just making us coffee. I wasn’t sure how you liked yours, so I just made it like mine- black with a teaspoon of sugar.” He thanked me before turning and grabbing the mug and taking a long sip from it. He stood there thinking for a second.      “I like it,” He finally said with a grin on his face.      “Yeah, you must be tired. I didn’t realize I was such a blanket hog. I’m going to have to invest in a second comforter for when you sleep over,” I laughed before realizing what I had just said. I hope that wasn’t as creepy as I thought it was. So what if I thought about making him fall in love with me in my head, but it was too early to seem so attached now. He acted like he didn’t even notice, though.      “Next time it will just have to be at my house. My bed is filled with blankets.”      “I’d like that, “I grinned. Before I could add anything else, his phone went off in my room.      “Sorry, I have to get that,” He apologized before walking back into my room and answering his phone. I didn’t want to seem creepy, so I walked to my living room to sit on the couch in there. I didn’t want to make it seem like I was listening to his conversations. Before I knew it, he walked back to find me, with a worried look on his face.      “I’m so sorry. I would love to stay longer, except I just got called into work. There’s an emergency case they need me for,” He explained.      “You’re totally fine. Go,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment, “and keep the sweatpants. They make your butt look cute,” I joked. He pecked me on the lips, before running out the door. I already missed him.      Yesterday he explained to me how often he goes out of town for cases. I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to handle it, but for Spencer, I had a feeling it was worth it. We texted almost everyday, mainly at night. Sometimes we would call, too, but it only happened once or twice. I was learning more about him when he was there than I was when he was a foot away from me. I guess on the phone there's no distractions, though.      It was only 8 pm on a Friday night. I wasn’t busy, as I had just finished my latest project on the computer. I layed on my couch with a knitted blanket wrapped around me, watching a show on my tv.  My phone buzzed and I checked it quickly, confused when I saw Spencer’s name on the screen. He was calling me.      “Hey, I just got back from Washington. I’m about to leave headquarters. I was wondering if you wanted to come to my place tonight and sleepover, like we talked about before I left.”      “Wow, you were in Washington?” I asked, temporarily ignoring the question.      “Yes, I was. Didn’t I tell you that?”      “No. I’ve never been there, you could’ve taken pictures for me.”      “How about I’ll take pictures of wherever I go next, will that make up for it?”       “That and popcorn at your place tonight,” I joked.       “OK, I’ll see you in an hour,” He responded before hanging up. He had an apartment, like me. I wasn’t surprised, since He lived alone too. I knocked on the door lightly, trying not to disturb anyone else in the hallway around his place. People knocking loudly are what annoy me the most in my complex and I didn’t want to be a hypocrite. The door swung open and a very tired looking Spencer was on the other side.      “Hi,” He said, opening the door wider, so I could get through. As I walked in, a wift of old books, coffee, and him hit me. The smell was inviting. My eyes quickly skimmed over the apartment. On one side there was a leather couch with a desk positioned next to it facing the wall. The desk had tons of paper on it, covering almost every inch, but besides that, they all looked organized. On the other side there was a huge bookshelf, every inch of it filled with books. I was positive Spencer had read them all at least once. Lastly there was a small old fashioned kitchen.      “Hi,” I replied, turning back around to face him with a grin on my face, “I love your apartment. It looks exactly like I thought it would.”      “That’s exactly what my friend Morgan said when he first saw it.”      “He’s one of your team members, right?”      “Yes! But I don’t want to talk about work right now.”      “Well, what else did you have in mind, doctor?”      “I think you know what,” He pulled me into a kiss. It was gentle, our lips barely touching. I pulled away for a second and before I knew it, his lips were back on mine. The kiss was more needy than the last one. Our tongues swirled together. He only pulled away when he needed air.      “Bedroom?” He said breathless.      “Lead the way, Spence,” I replied, grabbing his hand. He pulled me towards a closed door next to his kitchen. When he opened it, I didn’t have time to look around. As soon as I walked in, his lips met mine once again.  Before I knew it, Spencer pushed me into a bed where I took off my shirt and layed down, watching him. His shirt flew across the room, along with mine, and he crawled on top of me, kissing my neck. His hands went down my body, as if he was trying to touch as much of me as possible.      “Doctor, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you. I think I need a physical,” He grinned at my shenanigans, pulling down the shorts I was wearing and pushing my underwear to the side to massage my clit.      “ I guess I’ll have to make sure everything’s working right,” He said shoving two fingers into me. I moaned and he started moving. As he used his pointer and middle finger to hit my g-spot, his thumb circled around my clit, he said, “How does that feel, Mae, with my fingers inside of you. I want to feel you cum around me, screaming my name.” I moaned in response hoping that would be enough. I was so close to my release, the only word I could think of that wasn’t a curse word was his name. That apparently didn’t cut it, though. His fingers slowed inside of me and I whined.      “I asked you a question.”      “It feels so good, doctor, please don't stop. I’m so close,” I replied, praying he would start back up again with full force. Just as I hoped he would do, he started going faster, bringing me closer and closer to my climax until I couldn’t take it anymore. My back arched as my toes curled. He rubbed me through my high as I screamed his name, as promised.      When I finished, I pulled Spencer down next to me before straddling him. I pulled down his boxers just enough for his dick to pop out. It was long and heavenly, just like I remembered it. All I wanted to do was bounce up and down on him until he came, and that’s exactly what I did.      We both groaned as I led him into me, rolling my hips to add motion. As he started to get closer, he began to meet me halfway, pounding into me as I bounced on him. His hands found my hips, giving my legs a break as I pushed my face into his shoulder.      “Cum with me, Mae,” He said.      “On- only if you scream my name,” I stuttered, barely able to finish the sentence. Pleasure built inside of me. Soon it was too much to take and for the second time that night I got my release, screaming Spencer's name. My orgasm is what pushed Spencer over the edge and he still pounded into me fast as he exploded into me.      Once we were both finished, I collapsed next to him. All I wanted to do was fall asleep, but I didn’t want to get an infection, so with my tired legs I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up, making sure none of Spencer’s cum was left inside of me.      Once I was finished, I walked back out naked, realizing my clothes were still in his room. When I walked in he quickly got up and gave me my shorts and a shirt.      “This isn’t mine,” I said holding up the white shirt with orange lettering, forming the word cal tech.      “I know. You can wear it if you want, though,” He said shyly. I grinned, quickly pulling the shirt over my head.      “I love it,” I smiled pulling the shirt over me before giving Spencer a big hug. I could feel the vibrations of his chuckle through his chest.      “I had a feeling you would. But also I had a question,” He said, pulling away and looking at me. I looked back at him with curiosity.      “Yes?”      “Do you take birth control?” He asked. It was obvious he was nervous to ask, but I wasn’t sure why. If I was comfortable enough to have sex with him then I was definitely comfortable enough to discus the ways were weren’t going to have a child.      “Yes, I do. I would probably be freaking out right now if I didn’t.” The nervous look on his face disappeared before he led me back to his bed where his arms wrapped around my body.      “Thank god. I was scared you were going to hate me for ejaculating inside of you,” he finally said once we got comfortable. I laughed at his awkward choice of words.      “I could never hate you, Spencer. Even if you ran me over with a car,” I joked.      “Of course you couldn’t hate me. You would be dead.”      “Morbid, Spencer. Morbid.” We both laughed before settling down. There was a little bit of small talk, but not much before I began to fall asleep, still curled into Spencer’s chest. 

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*Trapped with you* (  This is a criminal Minds series I’m making about falling in love with Spencer Reid ):

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*So kiss me* : ( y/n and her best friend, Spencer share a room after a day working on a case)

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Trapped With You

Chapter 4  I  Chapter 3   I  Chapter 5  I  masterlist

This is a criminal Minds series I’m making about falling in love with Spencer Reid.

summary: They go back to Mae’s apartment and stuff happens ;)

word count: 1866

warnings: smut, oral (Male on female), maybe a little bit of fluff

Authors Note: Also this is my first time ever writing smut I’m really sorry if it sucks. Also I changed the name a little bit, it just makes more sense this way.

     As I turned into the driveway of my apartment complex, I looked through my rear view mirrors, checking to see if Spencer had pulled in yet. I lost him a few blocks back. I don’t know how I didn’t notice it last time I was in a car with him, but he drives like an old man. I guess I was too distracted by him next to me to notice last time.      With him a few minutes behind me, I ran to my floor. My house wasn’t a mess, but there were for sure a few things I didn’t want him to see on a first date. As I trekked through my apartment, grabbing dirty underwear and socks that were spread across my floor, the doorbell went off. I cursed under my breath before throwing everything into my hamper and running to the door, opening it.      “Come in,” I said, throwing my arm to the side to show him my apartment was open to him. He took one step in and looked back at me.      “Is there anything you want me to do with my shoes?” He said meekly. I giggled at him.      “You can take them off here if you want, i'm not strict about them.” With that he nodded and crouched to untie his shoes before pulling them off, revealing one pink sock and one that was black with white polka dots.      “Nice socks,” I joked.      “I can never find matches after I put them through the wash, so mitch match socks sort of became my thing,” He explained.      “So your genius is enough to actually be a genius, but not to organize your socks?” I chuckled.      “No one can make me wear matching socks, ever.”      “Okay! Sorry Mr. sock man. Anyways, do you want wine or ice cream or something. We can watch a movie, if you want.”    “I actually don’t like wine or alcohol, but what flavors of ice cream do you have?”      “What? How come you don’t like alcohol. And I’m pretty sure Neapolitan.” His face faltered for a second, like he was thinking before he answered.      “I’ve just had… bad experiences. But, I will eat your ice cream if you just pick out just the strawberry parts for me.”      “What is it, sock man, now strawberry man? We’re gonna have to start a notes app for all your nicknames,” I giggled. Spencer's face stayed completely straight, though.       “A notes app?” he questioned.      “What are you 80?” I joked as I walked into my kitchen to grab two bowls. His eyes wandered around my apartment taking in every piece of furniture and knick knack I had. I wondered if he was secretly profiling me, but I didn’t ask.      “ I just like to stick to the old fashioned way of thinking, you know. And I’m actually only 30. I don’t think I ever got your age, Mae.”      “18,” I said. His eyes widened so far I could almost see my reflection.      “I should get going, now actually, thanks for the nice night,” He said as he put his hands in his pockets and started walking towards the door. I grabbed his forearm and laughed.      “I'm only kidding, Spencer. You think I could start a whole business at 18? I’m 26.” He let out a breath that I hadn’t noticed he’d been holding.      “That was not funny Mae!”      “It was a little funny,” I said, pulling him closer to me. We were only a foot away from each other, every inch of it filled with electricity. He looked at me and started to ramble something about how the frontal lobe isn’t developed until you're 25. I couldn’t care less, though. The only thing on my mind was his lips on mine. I decided to stop thinking about it and just go for it.      In the middle of his words, I pressed my lips to his quickly, then pulled away to see his reaction. His mouth stood wide open and he had a confused look on his face. I was about to apologize until he unexpectedly pulled me back in. The electricity from before, now pumping in my veins. I pulled back a second to take a breath.      “So is that a no on the ice cream, then?” He asked.      “I was thinking about a different type of desert,” I replied, “One typically found in my bedroom.” His eyes darkened with lust.      “I think that’s a great idea,” He answered, taking my hand and looking around my apartment to see if he could figure out where my bedroom was. He started walking towards it’s open door. Once we got inside of my room, I pushed him against the wall, pulling him into another kiss. My tongue swiped across his bottom lip as we began to battle for dominance.      I pushed my hand onto his growing bulge unexpectedly, causing him to gasp a little. I pushed my tongue into his mouth in his distracted state. He pulled away slightly.      “I want more,” He begged, “I want you.” With that I undid his belt, throwing it across the room and pulling down his zipper, while we still kissed. As I did that, his hands wandered down to my skirt where he unbuttoned it, making it fall to the ground in a pool around my feet. I quickly took off my sweater, throwing it in the same direction as his belt. As I unbuttoned his shirt, he started sucking on my neck, finding the sweet spot behind my ear.      “You smell so good baby,” He whispered into my ear. My eyes rolled back slightly as I fumbled with the last button. With swiftness I turned and pushed him into my bed.      “I’m going to pay you back for these marks you gave me.” He smiled, ready for what was about to happen. I kissed down his body, starting at his neck, sometimes stopping to suck on him. As I got to his thighs, I made sure to suck on the inner parts. It drove Spencer wild. As I did that , I massaged his bulge through his boxers. His cock twitched at every touch.      “Stop teasing me” He growled. That was all I needed to hear. I swiftly pulled his boxers down and threw them behind me, stopping to stare at him. He was possibly the most beautiful man I've ever seen. Others might say he was too skinny, etc. but to me he was perfect, carved out by the gods, just to send him to me.      My staring made him impatient and he tackled me back onto the bed, pulling my hands above my head. With one hand he kept my hands above me, and with the other and started massaging me through my underwear. I moaned, my eyes wanting to roll back, but I looked him in the eyes. Spencer let go of my hand above my head and used both to roll my underwear down my legs, then to unclasp my bra and throw it behind him.       Copying my antics from before, he looked me up and down, licking his lips. My face burned a little and I started to move my arms to cover myself up. Before I could, though, Spencer stopped me, pushing my arms back above my head.      “You’re beautiful. You never have to cover yourself up with me,” He reassured me. Soon he found his way between my thighs. His tongue swept through my folds and I moaned his name, throwing my head back in pleasure. As he sucked and licked at my clit, I felt the need to grab onto something. My fingers found his hair and I pulled it.      I gasped as he pushed two fingers into me, curling them at the tips. He found my sweet spot almost immediately, focusing his pressure on it while still sucking on my clit. A familiar bubble formed in my stomach as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of me.      “I’m gon- I’m gonna come,” I moaned, my fingers still entangled in his hair.      “Come for me,” Spencer whispered. I could feel his breath as he spoke. Those words were all I needed to hear. My orgasm came rolling through me like a wave, Spencer still using his mouth on me as I called his name, cleaning up my arousal.       Once my orgasm finished I layed there as Spencer came up to my face, kissing me. Usually the taste of myself would make me cringe, but with Spencer it just turned me on even more. Anything with him was 100x better.      “I want you inside of me, doctor. Fuck me,” I whispered into his ear. His eyes darkened at the pet name I gave him.I could tell it drove him crazy.      “Whatever you want, baby.” He said kissing me again, before spreading my legs. With his fingers he took some of my arousal, rubbing himself, before lining up with my entrance. He teased me by rubbing against my folds.      “Doctor, Stop teas-” He pushed himself into me and we both moaned together.          “You’re so tight, baby, I’m not gonna last long,” He said pounding into me. Truthfully I wasn’t close at all, but I already got a release today. And it wasn’t like he still didn’t feel amazing, hitting me in all the right spots.       “Come for me, doctor. I want you to lose control, fucking me so hard I won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” I moaned. He faltered for a second before pounding into me, his strides getting messy as he came closer to his climax. With pleasure coursing through my veins, I couldn’t do anything but hold on. My hands scrunched the bed sheets. All you could hear in my room is skin on skin and our moans.      “I’m gonna come, baby,” He moaned, pulling out of me and jerking himself off, before coming all over my stomach, his warm seed getting all over me. I felt empty without him inside of me.      He collapsed next to me on my bed, both of us just laying there for a while, not knowing what to say. I was fine with it, though. Even awkward silence with Spencer was better than the silence living alone gave me. And what happened before the silence made up for it all.      “How about a shower?” He finally said, breaking the silence.      “Add round two and you got it,” I joked.      "I'm always up for round two," He giggled picking me up and bring me to my bathtub, leaving my body cold as he let go of me.      The rest of the night, I savored every piece of time we had together, even laying in bed feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. The soft sounds of him breathing felt like a lullaby swaying me to sleep. I kept thinking of what would happen tomorrow, dreading Spencer leaving. I kept having to remind myself that this wasn't a one night stand. I had forever to make him fall in love with me and the knowledge of that was enough to help me fall asleep on his chest, dreaming of a love I hoped I would get.

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Trapped With You

Chapter 3  I  Chapter 2   I  Chapter 4   I  masterlist 

this is a criminal minds series I’m making about falling love with Spencer Reid

summary: Their date :)

word count: 1550

warnings: none :)

authors note: I feel like this one kind of sucks sorry 

     The next  morning I woke up a nervous mess. Tomorrow was my coffee date with Spencer. I was furious at him! How could he make me so nervous by just asking me for coffee! I turned on my phone and was surprised to see a text from him. I thought he didn’t like technology?      “Hey, it's Spencer. I'm sorry I'm gonna have to cancel our lunch date tomorrow.  Something came up. How about dinner instead?” I read it slowly. A smile spread across my face. I threw my phone on my bed and flailed my hands around. I just couldn’t keep holding all my emotions inside. They had to come out somehow.      I picked my phone back up. Even though I had a weird combination of emotions (including nervousness, excitement, happiness, and maybe a little embarrassment over the flailing hands thing), I still had to act cool over the phone. I didn’t want to seem too crazy yet.      “You better make it up to me in more ways than one ;) Just give me a time and a place, I’ll show” I typed back. I read it a few times before sending it. I hoped it wasn’t too much, but being bold felt like the right option for Spencer. I set my phone down and went to make coffee. I couldn’t just keep staring at it waiting for a response. Keeping myself busy helped with my nerves. I couldn’t believe I sent that. My stomach pinged with an ounce of regret.      As I grabbed my mug, now filled with black coffee, I went back to my room and picked up my phone. A text notification chimed as soon as I looked on the screen. Like I suspected, it was Spencer.      “Be careful what you wish for Mae, in some instances, it might just come true. Lolita's at 8 tonight?” I read it one more time to make sure I had read it right. I smiled, glad I wasn’t the only one who thought being bold was the right way to go.      “Lolita's it is” I typed back. Excitement filled me. Our date just became a day sooner. Only 12 hours away! I wasn’t sure how i was going to focus on my work at all today with this information.      I grabbed my laptop and started working, only stopping for snacks and bathroom breaks. Once 6 rolled around I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to start getting ready, or I was sure something was going to explode! I shaved and washed every part of my body. I wasn’t expecting to get to 3rd, but hell if I wasn’t going to be ready for it. I got out of the shower and defused my dark brown hair, making sure my curls framed my face in the most flattering way possible.      I started with my makeup soon after. Spencer really didn’t seem like the type to like big makeup looks, so I kept it casual. Mascara, concealer, blush, highlighter, and bronzer were the only products I used. I looked in the mirror. I looked pretty, not beautiful or striking, but pretty.      Finally I had to pick out an outfit. Lolita's was a casual place. I didn’t want to go over the top dressing up. I searched through my closet until finally I found what I was looking for. A brown corduroy skirt, with an over sized yellow turtleneck sweater, tucked in. The outfit looked a little too plain, so I put on a belt that made me look like I had an hourglass figure.      I looked at the time and it was already 7:30. I must’ve spent more time in the shower than I thought I did. Lolita's was about 25 minutes away from my house and I wanted to be a little early, so I wouldn’t give the impression of always being late, even if it was true. I rushed to put on my socks and shoes, deciding my old skool vans would do, and ran to my car.      By the time I got to the restaurant it was already 8:02. I decided to act like I was trying to be ‘fashionably late’ rather than actually late. I opened the door to the restaurant and saw Spencer sitting on a bench inside. He was wearing brown pants with white button up shirt and a red tie, similar to what he was wearing when I saw him last. It must be his work clothes.     He looked like he had fallen asleep , not even noticing when I took the seat next to him. I guess it didn’t matter what kind of late I was. I put my hand on his shoulder, and he jerked away like I scared him, his hand finding the side of his leg, but there wasn’t anything there.      “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you!” I was slightly embarrassed. Scaring him on our first date. Good one Mae.      “Oh no no,” Spencer rubbed his eyes, “I must've fallen asleep or something, I haven’t slept that well the past few days.”      “Oh. We can always reschedule if you want? You do seem a little tired.”      “Noo, I’m fine. Missing a date with you would be worse than getting no sleep. Let’s get a table?” He replied. I tried to hide the pink starting to form on my cheeks and nodded. I walked with him up to the front of Lolita's where we followed a waiter to a booth next to a big window. I could see my car from where we were sitting.      “Have you ever been here before?” He asked as I flipped through the menu.      “Yes I have. I usually order this sandwich,” I said pointing to it’s spot on the menu, “I'm guessing you have too, since you picked the place.”      “Yes. I come here all the time during my lunch break at work with my coworkers. My office is only five minutes away.” He explained.      “Oh, really? Where do you work at?” I questioned.       “I’m actually an FBI agent. A profiler.” My eyes widened. Now I really believed this guy was too good to be true. He was a certified genius and in the FBI! My mouth opened to say something, but I was interrupted by the waiter. I ordered water as a drink and Spencer copied my order. We both already knew what we wanted, so we ordered our food too. Once the waiter disappeared into the kitchen, my attention fell back onto Spencer.      “Ever since I was little I always wanted to work for the FBI. It always seemed like such a cool job.” I admitted. Spencer’s eyes looked at his lap while he started talking.      “That's what I used to think. It’s a lot more darkness than I anticipated. I’ve almost quit several times, but I’m not sure what I would do with myself if I quit.”      “Is it that bad? What exactly do you do?” I questioned.      “Can we talk about it later? Maybe at our next date?” A smile spread across my face. There was going to be a next date, “what do you do, then? You seem to know so much about me but I know nothing about you.”      “I actually work for myself, in my own apartment. I design websites and stuff. Your everyday programming needs are left for me,” I chuckled, “ That was actually my plan to get into the FBI. I’ve heard so many times that if you can hack into them, then they’d offer you a job. I always chickened out with that plan though.”      “That's funny. A member of my team, Penelope Garcia, got into the FBI that exact way. I bet you guys would make good friends, she always talks about how annoying it is that none of us ever understand her computer talk. I may be a genius but I never found it helpful to learn about computer languages.”      “Maybe you can introduce us one day. I am in need for some new friend,” I joked. With that, our food came out and we started eating. The rest of the night was filled with jokes and getting to know each other questions. It was probably the best date I’ve ever been on, like I’ve known Spencer my whole life. We stayed long after we finished our food, both dreading the night ending.      “Are you ready to get out of here?” I asked, “If you want you can come to my apartment. I just don’t want this night to be over.”      “I’d love to. Text me your address and we can both drive our cars, so one of our vehicles doesn’t get stuck here overnight.”      “You got it.” I said as I did what he asked. Even though he mentioned taking both cars, he still followed me to mine. I was about to ask why, until he opened the drivers door for me. For the hundredth time tonight, a smile crept onto my face. I thanked him as I sat down.      “I’ll see you in a few minutes,” He smiled as he gently shut the door. Before starting my car, I watched him walk to his. Spencer really was the man of my dreams. This time, I didn't have to hope. I knew the feeling was mutual. 

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Trapped With You

Chapter 2  I  Chapter 3  I  chapter 1  I  masterlist

This is part two of a criminal minds series I’m making about falling in love with Spencer Reid.

summary: A conversation is struck up in the car with Spencer ending up with a date (the date will be in chapter 3)

warnings: mention of sexual assault

word count: 549 (sorry this part is so short I was in a rush)

     Spencer's car smelled like old books mixed with cologne. The smell was familiar, like someone I’ve met before. It made me feel safe. The ground of his car was spotless. I didn’t see a crumb on the carpet.

      I looked over at Spencer as he turned on the car. His hands went through his hair, moving it out of his face. There weren't enough words to explain how attractive it was. This man had me in his fingers and didn’t even know it. How could a man I only met five minutes ago make me feel this way? How could I even be thinking about this after what just happened? It didn’t matter though, because the thoughts kept persisting. He obviously wasn’t getting the hint, so I struck up a conversation.

      “You know, Spencer, you seem awfully young to be a doctor,” I said. He chuckled at my comment, almost as if he’s heard those words hundreds of times before. Thinking about it, he probably had.

      “I'm not a medical doctor,” he explained as if he had these lines memorized, “I do have three PHDs, though.” My eyes widened. He had to be at the oldest 30 years old. Mixed with job experience, he had to have been only like 14 when he went to college. A hundred questions raced through my mind. I didn’t say any, though. 

      “You know, You haven't told any of us your name,” Spencer explained, “That was part of my job when I got asked to drive you home.”

      “Virginia Mae. You can call me Mae, though,” I answered.

      “I also might need your contact information. Like your phone number. You are a witness, after all.” I frowned. I tried to hide my disappointment that that was the only reason he wanted my number. But of course it was. I was crazy to think anything would come out of this. He was a genius and I was just a small girl who was attacked.

     I gave him my cell phone number, but something was still nagging at me. I felt like I had to keep trying, even if I thought I would make a fool out of myself.

     “Is that the only reason you want my number? You could call me for… personal reasons, too, if you’d like,” I said as my cheeks heated. I hope they weren’t as red as I thought they were.

      The car stopped in front of my house. Spencer turned the keys, turning the car off.

     “You know, I’m not a huge technology fan. How about we just go get coffee Thursday? We can discuss it then,” He tried to keep his face straight but his attempts didn’t work. A smile spread over both of our lips.

     “I’ll see you then, doctor.” I said exiting the car. I slowly closed the door, then waved back at the black car in my doorway. I couldn’t believe I almost got raped and got a date all in the same night. I couldn’t decide if it was a good idea or not to go on that run. I guess I would have to decide after our coffee date.

      I went to bed that night, with only one thing on my mind, Spencer. And I really really hoped I wasn’t the only one.

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Trapped With You

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This is part one of a criminal minds series i am making about falling in love with Spencer Reid.

summary: You were out for a night run when a man attacked you, only for the FBI to come to your rescue. An agent offers a ride home to you.

warnings: mention of sexual assault and kidnapping

word count: 1,030

  Music pounded in my ears as I jogged through the streets, the ground only being illuminated by the soft orange glow of street lights. As a girl, I knew it wasn’t smart to go on runs at night. I could be kidnapped, raped, etc. I was busy with work the whole day, though. By the time I even thought about running the sun had already begun to set. I had forgotten how early night comes in the fall.

Since it was getting late, I decided today would be a short run day, only going a mile away from my home before turning around to head back. Being in the dark spooked me, anyway. I didn’t want to be out here longer than I had to be. With dark cars passing by me every few minutes and the moon being virtually nonexistent tonight, I really didn’t want to take any chances.

Through my music, I heard footsteps behind me. A man dressed in all black tailed behind me. My worst fear for tonight was coming true. I sped up. As soon as I did, the man sped up also. I didn’t know what to do. My 5’2 build was not fast enough to run away from the man behind me. He had to be a foot taller than me at least.

I started a full on sprint, hoping that it would catch him off guard and I would be able to run to my house before he could catch up.My body went into auto-pilot as adrenaline coursed through me. I felt like I was going to puke, but I knew I had to keep running. 

A sharp pain originated in my head, knocking me over. Before I knew what was happening, the man straddled me, holding my hands above my head so I couldn’t fight back. I struggled as hard as I could, but it was no use. I wasn’t strong enough to get free.

The man on top of me was wearing a mask covering almost his whole face. The only part I could see were his eyes. They were dark, almost black. The rest of his eyes were bright red like he was high. No he was definitely high.

My heart beat through my chest and I hoped he couldn’t tell. Showing any signs of fear was the worst thing I could do in this situation. My body wanted to toss, turn and scream as loudly as possible for help, but I knew it would be no use. Instead I looked at the man straight in the eyes. If I was going to die, I wanted to make sure he had as much remorse as I could possibly make him have.

“Why were you running, pretty lady?” His voice was deep and I could smell his unbrushed teeth through the mask. I didn’t answer, instead still looked him in the eye. He didn’t seem to like that, however. His hand raised from my arm and before I could tell what was happening, he punched me. My free arm darted to my busted lip. Before I was able to touch it though, my arm was pressed back against the concrete above my head. 

“Say you want me,” The man said, “ I don't want to be disobeyed this time.” A tear slipped down my cheek. I prayed for a car to come down this empty street and to save me from the man on top of me.

“I don't want you! Leave me the hell alone!” I spat back. Another punch landed on my cheek bone and I was sure if I got out of this alive there would be a black eye to remind me of this night for weeks.

“I said behave!” The man screamed, drawing his arm back a third time. I braced as well as I could for the impact, squeezing my eyes shut as hard as I could. I hoped it would take me out of this reality, out of this earth, away from this man. I waited for the impact to come but it neer did.

“FBI! Jamar McClean, get off of the girl. You’re surrounded.” I was suddenly able to breath again. I was saved. 

“Put your hands above your head” Jamar stood up, still straddling around me and put his hands above his head. A cop put him in cuffs and they both walked away. A woman with black hair and bangs touched my shoulder and I flinched at the unexpected touch. 

“Hey, hey. You're okay. You’re safe now,” She said to me, then talked into something she was holding, “We need medical assistance over here. Tears started streaming down my face and I hugged the woman over top of me. She hugged me back as we waited for the paramedics to come help with my wounds.

They tried to insist I go to the hospital, but I refused. I was fine, I just needed rest. Instead they just patched up my cuts and gave me some ice. I felt better already. I got up as a tall lanky man approached me. His brown curly hair was messy on top of his head and he wore a sweater vest with a pair of jeans.

“Dr. Spencer Reid, FBI. You know you really should go to the hospital. You could have a concussion.” He said to me.

“I know, I know. But I think I’ll be fine, I just need rest. And Maybe some aspirin,” I joked. 

“Since you're refusing to go in the ambulance, how about a ride home? I wouldn’t want to let you walk after everything that’s happened.” His eyes looked caring. I wanted to say no. I didn’t want to waste any more of the FBI’s time. Something inside me told me to accept, though. Something about this man just made me feel like I wanted more. I wasn’t going to give him up.

“That would be great, thank you.” I replied. I walked next to him to his black car, where he opened the door for me. My cheeks burned a little as I got in. Even a gentleman to someone he just met. This man seemed perfect from what I’ve seen already.

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