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Now that Doctor Spencer Reid was out of jail, you didn't really know how to act around him. You'd joined the BAU while he was in, at first acting as a helping hand, but you'd been offered a permanent position by Emily after it was clear that Spencer would be needing time off after to recover, if he'd even come back at all.
But he did come back. And the pictures and the stories and the reputation didn't do him justice at all.
The team had described him as friendly enough, if a little socially awkward. Of course, that long in prison would change people somewhat, but you weren't expecting just how intense he was.
His eyes seemed to lock on to you and follow you intently in every conversation, such a the first you'd ever had.
His first day back in the office was obviously an awkward place to have an encounter, but it was the hand you were dealt. He scanned the entire room, taking inventory of any changes, and his eyes had found you immediately, slowly falling down your body and returning to your face before anyone could step in between you to introduce you.
And no one did for a tense moment. You didn't really move for a minute not sure which of you would be first to break the game of statues you were unwittingly playing.
"Oh, Spencer, this is Y/N. I was telling you about her earlier. She helped work your case and she's sticking around permanently."
The stiff look on his face then dissolved quickly as he threw a smile at you in greeting.
"Thanks. I appreciate it. And welcome to the team, too."
It was a basic greeting, nothing personal or too groundbreaking, but the small slip of a smile on his face had you suddenly deciding that you'd do anything in your power to help the man in front of you. Emily had warned you that you wouldn't be able to help but like him, and damned if she was right.
The first time he called you good girl, it was under his breath and so quiet you had yourself you'd hallucinated it. You'd only dropped off some files on his desk, and he'd had a genuine slip of the tongue
But you'd bounced off so happily that he stared after you completely puzzled. The other members of the team had taken to crowding him in and out of work, and he'd found Roxy and Luke on his doorstep on many mornings, ready to go for a walk and get him out of his self-induced isolation.
So the good girl was simply a reaction, the first time. The other times, not so much.
The second time, then, you were sure of what it was that you'd heard.
You'd been teamed up with Spencer to work a crime scene and, after finding something valuable on the way out, he'd honest to god patted you on the head as he'd said it, looking you directly in the eye.
You couldn't help the flush that ran up your body, the heat settling in your face and somewhere else, slightly lower and more dangerous.
Emily was at that scene, too, and she'd nearly choked hearing the words drop from his mouth. Only an incoming call from Penelope Garcia and your happy smile as you bounced off stopped her from calling him out on it right then and there.
She stared slack jawed as you left, picking up Penelope's call and then telling her to wait a minute while she made sense of the entire scene, catching the understated smile Spencer was trying to suppress.
"Oh my god, you're both enjoying that a little bit too much, don't you think?"
"Enjoying what?" He turned around, suddenly confused about what the older woman was referencing.
"That! Spencer, you just called one of my very skilled and highly competent SSA's a 'good girl' and petted her like she was a child or a dog or something. Penelope, tell me I'm not crazy."
A squeal of excitement on the receiver was enough to have Spencer scowling again. He stood there for minutes searching for an excuse.
"She likes it." He blurted out, but that did nothing to alleviate the shit he was now getting.
"I do not need to know the specific sexual preferences of my team, thank you. Stop before you tell me Rossi is into pe-"
"Walking away now. Jobs to do, people to see."
"Special Agents to whistle at like they're lassie."
Despite all the teasing he was now getting, though, he didn't seem to stop, and you didn't seem to notice any of that attention from the others at all.
And so you didn't stop doing anything you could to gain his approval.
You'd learnt very quickly that he enjoyed the coffee from a cafe near your apartment, and had stopped by there one day to get him one.
Bringing it to him, you worried that you were somehow overstepping, but seeing the smile on his face when you presented it to him had you relaxing in a second.
"Wow, thank you so much," he said, taking the coffee from your hands, letting his fingers slide over yours momentarily as you passed him the drink.
"And I made sure to have her load it up with sugar. That's how you like it, right?" His eyes lit up, as he nodded, taking a sip. When he finished his spare hand came up to your head to smooth your hair down.
"Good girl," he whispered, though he didn't have to - no one else was anywhere near the office, let alone the kitchen. Maybe that was why he let his hand slide down the side of your face, lingering slightly before fully cupping your cheek.
It stayed there for what seemed like a lifetime as you held your breath, sure that you'd pass out from lack of oxygen before he moved again. But you didn't, instead gasping slightly when he moved his hand lower, tipping your chin up so that he could maintain eye contact with you.
"You're always working so hard to help me. I'm very proud of you, you know that." With each word he took a step towards you, leaving you trailing back slightly until your back hit something hard and you realised you were cornered.
But with your heart beating out of your chest, your body simply didn't seem to care about the promiscuous position, instead voluntarily leaning further into him, seeking out his warmth as you let out a small content sigh at his words.
"I'm not interrupting something, am I?" Alvez cleared his throat as he watched you jump up out of your skin and run away, squeaking a no out behind you.
"What's that phrase again… oh yeah, don't shit where you eat."
"Sure, how is Penelope by the way?" Spencer bit back, annoyed by the sudden intrusion, needing now to wait for the right moment to pursue you again.
He didn't have to wait long.
The pleasures of being in prison included the fact that he'd have so much to do when he was released, like binge read the many books that had interested him and had been released whilst he was inside.
Now with nearly 250 extra books stacked around his apartment, he realised he needed another bookshelf building.
You listened to him as he told Rossi and Tara about it in the SUV coming back from the case, and almost kicked yourself for blurting out the first thing that came to mind.
"I can help you build that." You wished that the car would swerve at the next moment and you'd be thrown from it to save you the embarrassment of catching Rossi's eye in the rear view mirror from your place in the back seat.
"You sure?" He said, turning around to face you with a spark in his eye suddenly enthusiastic about the furniture he needed to install.
"Yeah, sure. I must've built like 30 Billy Bookcases throughout college for my friends anyway, what's one more?" He smiled again and thanked you just as the car stopped and the three of you climbed out.
"What would I do without you?" He said as you climbed out of your seat, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before walking off as if nothing happened.
You had to stand still and count to 100 to calm yourself enough to follow him. And you had to restart multiple times as the smile crept up your lips.
You finally made it just as Tara made her presence known again by climbing out of the car herself and sending a questioning look in your direction.
"What?" You asked.
"If you ever need to work through those Daddy Issues of yours, Y/N, I'm all ears."
"I don't have daddy issues." You mumbled as she turned to walk away.
"Yes, you do!" She called back over her shoulder, laughing at your pout. "Trust me, I'm a Doctor."
Despite the teasing, you're up bright and early that Saturday, and knocking on Spencer Reid's door and in minutes you're inside, trying to make head or tail of the Swedish instructions.
Deciding instead that your in intuition would get you further, you told Spencer to give you some more room and, half an hour later, a fully built bookshelf is in front of you.
"You're a genius, Y/N," he praised you after you'd finished, again stroking your head after the praise as you flushed and tried to brush it off.
"Coming from the man with an IQ of 187. I only helped build a bookshelf, Spencer."
"Seriously," he said, suddenly placing his hand on your head, the same way he did when he'd previously touched you. "I'm very grateful for everything."
Stepping in closer, he closed the gap between you quickly, letting his hand fall down your back to pull you closer into him.
"How can I return the favour?" The words were a whisper, sending a thrilling shiver down your spine with each syllable. His voice was low, practically a moan let loose into your ear.
"Trust me, the kind words are enough."
"I'd noticed." You flushed at his admission, still overly aware of his hand on your back, trailing slowly around your waist to pull you that much closer to the edge.
"You're my good girl," he chuckled, "and you love it." His smile was light, but you couldn't join in his laughter, delirious with want at the praise. Instead you pushed your chest up against him, letting your eyes drift closed to the sound of his voice.
"Yes, I am."
He went stiff for a second, but not even a beat later he had his hands grasping you, pulling your head up so he could press a kiss to your head, the your check, then your lips, then everywhere else he could reach. When his lips reached your neck you moaned out, throwing your head back to give him access.
"Want to show me how good you can be?" He asked, nipping at the skin between your neck and shoulders. "Want me to treat you nicely, the way you deserve?" He was searching for your consent, desperate to hear you give in but loath to let his lips fall away from you for even a second.
When he realised you weren't listening, he pulled away slightly, holding you still as you tried to chase his lips again and retried the question.
"Do you want me, Y/N?"
"Yes, Spencer. Please."
"Good girl," he said, yurning you so your back was to his chest, unbuttoning your jeans and slipping a hand into the front as his other came up to cup your breasts.
"So wet already. You're perfect." His mouth set back on that spot on your neck as his hands got to work, caressing you softly at first, building the pressure up until you were moaning and panting in his hands.
"You sound so beautiful when you're begging for my cock, princess." You practically pushed your ass into him then, hoping that he'd get the idea and just take you.
Instead, he walked you over to the bed, hands still on your cunt, but this time, his free hand wrapped up and around your neck gently.
Pushing you onto your hands and knees on the bed, he took the opportunity to rid you of your pants as he lowered your head with a gentle push. You were left, face down in the pillows, ass up in the air as he stood behind you teasing your now bare cunt.
When he fell to his knees and started licking at your cunt, lapping up all the juices that were not flowing freely down your leg without your pants and panties for restraints, you thought you'd lose it.
"Fuck, Spencer." You moaned.
"Watch your language, princess. You're my sweet girl, not some vulgar whore, right?" That had you moaning more and you nodded feverishly trying to get him to continue.
He did for a few minutes before pulling himself up and lining his cock up with you again, sliding in in one movement as you gasped at the sudden intrusion.
"Feel so perfect wrapped around my cock, such a nice, tight little pussy." He tried to keep his praise up throughout the sex, but after a few minutes the both of you were moaning messes, simply pushing together as satisfyingly as you could, desperate to have your fill of one another.
You came first on his cock, a scream ripping from your mouth, and he cursed as he quickly pulled out himself, pushing you on your back so he could cum on your stomach.
"There you go," he said, finally catching his breath as he held himself up on top of you with his strong arms. "Such a good girl letting me paint you with my cum."
He grabbed his phone and quickly snapped a picture as you caught your breath, turning it around to face you and continuing his one sided conversation.
"Look how beautiful you look painted in my cum."