One magnificent sunset and two strangers torn apart by their lives, but brought together to make a perfect whole.
Can Y/N and Spencer Reid survive against the ghosts of their pasts in this tale of two broken lovers?
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^this isn't from season 12 but it's absolutely adorable so deal
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"Well, how about, you press on that gas so we can get back to your place sooner rather than later, then we can do all the kissing your heart desires." You smile at him, and then add in the quietest, shyest voice, "Or maybe more?"
Spencer looked at you with lust-stricken eyes, then began the drive back to his apartment.
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You looked around Spencer's apartment in astonishment of how many books he had, how vintage it looked, and how warm it felt. No matter how many times you'd been over, the sensation of the olive apartment always seemed to overcome you with ease.
And no matter how perfervidly the flame within you flapped, a simple step through the threshold of apartment #23 would wash the fire away.
As you continued to gaze around the apartment, you slowly stripped Spencer's overcoat that you were still wearing, tossing it onto the couch. Spencer thoroughly enjoyed your reaction every time you walked through his apartment door. As he untied his shoes, discarding his mismatched socks to the floor, he watched your amazement that never ceased, no matter how many times you'd been here.
Spencer came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you close to him. You took a deep inhale at the contact, holding his hands in their position, low on the front of your waist. He began to pepper your neck with small, soft kisses, but soon, you couldn't help but let out a contented sigh and roll your head back onto Spencer's shoulder as he began to suck, bruising your neck in the best way.
As Spencer moved his kisses from the crook of your neck to your jaw, you untucked your sweater and shirt, guiding Spencer's hands under the fabrics, all the way up to your bra clad breasts. Spencer shook his hands out of your grasp so he could take your top and sweater off, discarding it to the couch with his overcoat.
You remained back-to-front with him as he pushed your bra straps off your shoulders, your bra still being kept up by the underwire. Spencer unclasped your bra, pushing the straps down your arms, and pressing soft kisses to each of your shoulders as he did so.
You finally turned around to reveal your bare top half to him, watching his eyes fill with even more lust than there was before. He threw your bra in a random direction, it landing somewhere on the floor, a place you'd have to figure out tomorrow.
"Your turn." You slyly spoke as you lifted Spencer's cardigan, discarding it to the building pile of clothes, and slowly unbuttoned Spencer's shirt. With each button that came undone, you kissed his chest lower and lower. You continued all the way down until you got to his belt, pressing a soft kiss to the evident bulge portruding from his pants, hearing an audible shudder from above you.
