𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚 ↝ 𝒔. 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒅

𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆

Avery pressed a kiss against Reids cheek, moving to his lips and then to his jaw and onto his neck. Her hand moved under the bedsheets, sticking her hand into his boxers, stroking him.

He let out a sigh, still asleep. Avery smiled, kissing his neck gently. His erection was growing and he was slowly starting to stir awake. She moved her hand quicker and Reid awoke, confusion and pleasure mixing over his face.

"Good morning." She smirked against his skin, pressing her lips against his. He lazily kissed her back, moaning into her mouth.

As she picked up pace, Reid was balling the sheets in his fist as he started falling undone. She bit down on the sweet spot on his neck and he finished, hot liquid covering her hand.

"If this is how you wake me up when I sleep over, consider me moving in." Reid said, his voice rough with sleep.

Avery smiled, her lips pressing against his as he flipped them over, returning the favor.

***

"I think we should go out tonight." Avery said as she brushed her hair, Reid in the shower.

He didn't say anything but she could practically see him shaking his head. "Go out?"

"I don't mean the club," she chuckled. "I mean, like with the team."

Reid chuckled. "With our marked up necks, we'll be busted as soon as we walk in the doors."

"They don't have to know it's from us."

He stepped out the show, wrapping the towel around his waist. He squeezed her thigh and chuckled. "I'm not a big fan of sharing my personal life with the team."

He stepped between her legs and Avery frowned, styling his wet hair. "Okay, fine."

He smiled at her, squeezing her hips, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "You know, you're a lot different in the office than you are here."

He furrowed his eyebrows, pulling on clothes before turning to her. "What do you mean?"

"On cases, you're timid, meek, like you're scared to talk. You always make sure everyone's attention is on you when you talk because you talk so few times you need people to listen," Avery said to him. "But here you're assertive, dominant, you're casual. The opposite of Normal Spencer Reid."

He chuckled. "Normal Spencer Reid? I told you, I'm not-"

"There's a difference in sharing personal things and putting up a facade, Spence."

He crossed his arms over his chest and cleared his throat. "I thought I was the profiler."

He walked over to her, grabbing her hips and pulling her close to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and met his eyes. "My job makes it dangerous for me to open up. You know that better than anyone. If they know my weaknesses, they know how to hurt me."

"I know, Spence," she replied as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Ava."

She pulled back and looked at him, smiling. "Ava?"

"You have a nickname for me, it's only fair I have one for you, too." He smiled, bumping his nose against hers.

She smiled at him. "I have the stuff in there to make cookies."

He pulled back and raised his eyebrows. "Cookies?"

She nodded, standing on her toes and kissing his lips quickly before turning around. He spun her back around, pressing another kiss to her lips before they moved to the kitchen.

Reid was mixing the batter while Avery was getting the pans and oven ready. "So, why are you quitting?"

She turned to him and raised her eyebrows. "I'm not good at it."

He rolled his eyes. "I study behavior for a living, don't even try and lie to me."

She sighed and looked at him. "It's too scary."

He chuckled. "It's too scary?"

"Are you trying to tell me it's not?" she asked him. "You have to prove yourself to local authority constantly, you're constantly targets, you deal with really scary people."

"It's tough, but it's worth it," he replied. "The cases you've handled haven't had the best ending. But there are some where we get to see the work we do matters."

Their phones simultaneously went off on the counter and they shared a look, knowing what it was. Avery walked over and grabbed her phone, reading the message from Garcia.

"We got a case."