jellesreid

[jellesreid]

Injured

In which Spencer doesn’t turn up to teach his lecture at the University due to being injured during a case leaving his girlfriend extremely worried (angst? fluff?)

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tags: professor!spencer reid, student!reader, university, bau, age gap relationship, injury, spencer gets shot on a case, worried reader, meeting the team, caring for spencer, relationship, early days relationship, love, hospital setting, spencer has pictures of the reader in his wallet

warnings: nothing major talks of hospitals and gunshot injury. Also reader is 23

Note: I’m so sorry I keep forgetting to post I promise I have loads of fics written I’m just super busy

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You were more than slightly surprised when you walked into class early to find the room empty, Spencer was always there forty minutes before class if the lecture hall wasn’t being used. 

He had been in Pennsylvania working on a case but on your phone call last night he said he’d be back in time for the afternoon class. You hadn’t heard from him yet today but that wasn’t unusual if he was working and then returning home quickly after. 

You sat at your desk and pulled out your laptop to do some work before he turned up, but as the minutes passed and the class got closer, you couldn’t help but drum your fingertips on the table. 

Your best friend took her seat next to you 10 minutes before class started, “Where’s your handsome boyfriend?” She whispered into your ear. 

“Uh, I’m not actually sure.”

10 minutes turned into 5, and 5 turned into the time class started, and still no Spencer. You bit your lip anxiously. At this point, you knew something hadn’t gone to plan; you just weren’t sure what yet. 

A substitute professor entered the class a few minutes after class started offering a quick apology for getting lost on his way down.  

He laid the papers out on the desk and stood in front of it leaning against it, “I’m Professor Lang, I’ll be covering the first hour of your class today as Doctor Reid has been held up.”

‘Held up’ circled through your head… maybe they hadn’t caught the guy yet, that had to be it. 

“Held up how?” Sydney, the girl in the 4th row who never stopped giving your boyfriend heart-eyed stares throughout the lessons, asked.

“I was told a case ran over and Doctor Reid was injured, he’s at the hospital. The dean is unsure when he will be back to teaching,” Professor Lang replied. 

With each word the Professor said you felt more and more sick with anxiety until you had almost blocked out any words he was saying by the end. Avery’s eyes softened as she looked at you, her hand falling to your arm to comfort you unsure of how you were going to react. 

You took a few minutes to regulate your breaths, trying not to think of the worst possibility in this situation. The first thing you thought of doing was to look at the train times for straight after the lesson ended. 

It was also moments like this where you wished someone on Spencer’s team knew who you were so you would receive a call when things like this happened but you understood there were things he liked to keep private. 

The case was in Philadelphia so it was only just under 3 hours on the train and a whole lot cheaper than a flight so that would have to do. 

You booked a train that was leaving in an hour and 20 minutes which would give you enough time to get to after the class finished. For the rest of the lesson you sat and listened but you couldn’t bring yourself to do any work until you found out what had happened. 

The moment the class ended you were first out of the door with Avery, you dialled Spencer’s number hoping that someone had it with them and would answer. 

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In Philadelphia, the team sat in the waiting room, waiting for updates on Spencer. A nurse had brought out his clothes along with personal belongings such as his phone and wallet. 

Spencer’s phone rang in JJ’s hand pulling her from her worried haze, she looked over at the others, “Should I answer?” 

“What does the caller ID say?” Derek asked. 

“It says, ‘Honey’ with a heart?” JJ answered confused. 

“Answer, he must know the person,” Penelope said. 

JJ answered the call before taking a few steps away from the team, “Hi?”

You weren’t expecting a woman to answer the phone but you knew he worked with a few, “Hi, I’m assuming you work with Spencer?”

“Yeah, who are you?” JJ asked.

“I’m Spencer’s girlfriend.”

“What? Spencer doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

“Um I know he hasn’t told you guys about us but if you’ve got his wallet, there’s a picture of us in there or in his camera roll there are pictures of us or me, I just want to know if he’s okay… please.”

JJ opened his wallet to see a picture of Spencer and a younger-looking woman in his wallet, “How do you know he was injured?” 

“The substitute professor told the class, I’m on my way but please can you tell me what happened and if he’s okay?” You were basically begging at this point.

“He was shot, he’s in surgery but the last update the nurse told us he was stable,” JJ said choosing to ignore that she was in his class right now.

You gasped, placing a hand over your mouth, “Oh my god, okay breathe everything will be okay,” you said to ground yourself.

“Do you need the name of the hospital? Or maybe a ride?” JJ offered.

“No, it’s all good, uh I have his location for emergencies, thank you though,” You ended the call after that.

The rest of the team's eyes were on JJ as she put the phone down on her lap.

“So?” Emily asked.

“That was Spencer’s girlfriend…”

“He’s never mentioned a girlfriend?” Emily replied.

“I assume that’s because she’s roughly half his age,” JJ said with slight judgment in her tone.

“My man!” Derek responded, earning glares from both JJ and Hotch.

“What’s her name?” Penelope called through Derek’s phone.

“I didn’t ask…”

“How do you know it’s not some stalker?” 

“There’s a picture of her in his wallet.”

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Spencer had just come out of surgery when you arrived, you had to admit you hadn’t planned on approaching his friends.. were you even meant to? 

Instead of going to them, you went to the reception first asking for the update but they blasted the nonsense that you weren’t allowed to know because you weren’t married or family.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up, it was Derek, you had seen multiple pictures of the team you knew who they were but you were unsure how Derek recognised you.

“JJ showed us some pictures of you, plus you look like the sort of girl, pretty boy would go for,” He smiled. 

You raised your eyebrows, “Uh thanks, Derek right?” 

“Yeah, do you know the others?”

“Not formally of course but I can match names and faces from pictures Spence has shown me. Oh, have you had any updates?” You asked hopefully. 

“He’s out of surgery, they said we can go and see him within the next couple of hours, he won’t be awake yet though.” 

You nodded as Derek led you over to the rest of the team gesturing to an empty seat. 

“What happened?” You frowned, “Last night he said everything was on track for you to finish up in the morning and be back in Virginia by the afternoon?” 

“Things can get complicated, it's not always as straightforward as we may once believe,” the man you believed to be Aaron Hotchner, Spencer’s boss, answered. 

“I understand that but how did Spencer get injured… shot rather?”

“There were many shots fired by our unsub, luckily most of them were badly aimed, a couple hit other members of the team's protective vests but Spencer was unlucky the bullet hit his leg. Shortly after the unsub was gunned down,” Hotch explained. 

“How bad?” You asked. 

“That’s as much as we know, but with it being his leg he will need to be out of the field for a while and likely a personal trainer to help him with the function and movement as he will have to be off it for a while.”

“How long have you and Spencer been together?” JJ asked. 

“Uh, about six months?” 

“Wait around that time Spencer started mentioning a girl,” Penelope said. 

“He did?” Emily asked.

“Yeah, Y/N.” 

“He mentioned me?” You asked surprised. 

“That’s your name?” Emily asked and you nodded, “I figured he was talking about a cousin that’s why I didn’t pay much attention.”

You scrunched your nose up but at the same time you felt a pang of sadness that your boyfriend’s friends didn’t listen to him as much as he thought they did, “Definitely not a cousin… gross.” 

“How old are you?” Emily’s curiosity finally got the better of her.

“23.”

Before anyone had a chance to reply the nurse came to the team letting them know Spencer was out of surgery and you could see him one at a time. 

You and JJ both rose from your seats at the same time, which made you feel awkward so you chose to just sit back down as JJ made a couple of steps to follow the nurse to Spencer’s room.

“JJ, maybe she should go first?” Derek suggested. 

“Why? I’ve known Spence longer and she’s basically a kid,” JJ said. 

The words hurt you a bit but you knew you and Spencer had an age gap, which not everyone would agree with. 

“She’s his girlfriend.” 

JJ looked to Hotch and Emily for their support but both had straight faces. 

“It’s okay, you can go I’ll wait…” You said to be nice, she was right she had known him longer. 

JJ had been in the room for at least half an hour before you finally got enough courage to find the room and ask if you could swap with her.

As you approached the room you heard two voices, one that belonged to JJ and the other, your boyfriend’s voice which was groggily sounding to say the least. Your first feeling was hurt that she hadn’t come to get you when Spencer woke up but that was quickly replaced with relief that he was awake. 

You knocked on the door and leaned against the door frame as they both looked up.

A smile broke out over Spencer’s face, “Honey what are you doing here?” 

“You got shot idiot,” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. 

“But you didn’t need to come, honey, I would have been fine,” Spencer said, brushing it off. 

“Spence, you had surgery that’s not fine.”

“JJ could you leave us alone for a bit?” Spencer asked. 

JJ looked between the two of them, “Are you sure?” 

Spencer looked at her puzzled as to why she was questioning it, “Yes, I’m sure.” 

JJ nodded and left the room as you took her place on the chair before Spencer scooted over on the bed and patted a small sliver of space.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, I don't want to hurt you.”

“Please,” Spencer gave you a small welcoming smile that you couldn’t resist. 

You climbed into the small space facing him, “Does it hurt?” 

“I’m on a lot of pain meds, so as of right now no,” He laughed. 

“I’m sorry you got hurt,” You said with a frown, placing a small kiss on his cheek. 

“Why are you sorry? It wasn’t your fault honey.”

You shrugged, “I just don’t want you to be hurt.” 

“I didn’t really want to get hurt either but it’s a risk with the job. How was class?” 

“I stayed up all night doing your assignments and then I couldn’t pay attention in class because I was worried about you,” You held his face in your hands gently brushing the stubble he had growing.

“Don’t do that again, You need to sleep I’ll let you off the assignments,” He reached to play with the ends of your hair. 

“No, I don’t want special treatment, other people have too, so I do as well.”

“You’re pretty,” He said, wrapping an arm around his waist. 

“You’re pretty too baby but you need to get some sleep,” You left a kiss on his nose watching him smile as he drifted off to sleep before getting out of the bed and returning to the chair beside him, holding his hand gently as he slept. Not long after you somehow managed to fall asleep in the not so comfortable chair with your hand intertwined with his.

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[jellesreid]

hi gorgeous! idk if this is like a good a idea for you to write of anything, but maybe some Spencer fluff when he sees his ex again after like a long time, and they are still into each other and maybe at some point Penelope founds out or he tells her or something and she's just like "OMG! you have to get back with her!!!!" or something like that, idk. just leave your creativity flow

Thank you so much for the req I loved writing this one so much!! I hope you like it!! And thank you for letting me include Penelope she’s lowkey my favourite to write for lol❤️

The Road Back To You // Spencer Reid☕️

Synopsis: After a painful breakup, Spencer realises he’s still hopelessly in love with you. With some encouragement (and meddling) from Penelope he finds himself on your doorstep, desperate to win you back.

Pairing: s6! spencer reid x ex girlfriend! reader (ft everyones favourite matchmaker, Penelope Garcia)

Genre: fluff… well he’s a sad little yearner for a while but it has a happy ending i promise!!

Word Count: 5.8k

Notes/Tags: Swearing once. Spencer yearns like crazy. He’s a little sad sorry but he’s okay at the end. Spencer is awkward as hell and has zero game but we love him. Talks about Haley’s death. Otters mentioned! Gay people mentioned! I honestly don’t have much to say but I like this one a lot!!!

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Otters are often seen as a symbol of love. They’re affectionate and many species mate for life making them synonymous with soulmates in a lot of people’s hearts. In February you can find them plastered all over Valentine’s Day cards, hand in hand as they drift on their backs together and refuse to let the water pull them apart. Of course many animals mate for life, it’s not anything otter specific- in fact it’s not even true for all otter species- but you always had a thing for them.

Your mug still sat on the counter in Spencer’s kitchen, two little cartoon otters fading away on the front with the words ‘otterly in love’ printed beneath them in a curly font. Just a few months ago you’d been perched on the counter yourself, tea-filled mug in your hand as you prattled on about the TV show you were currently watching. Spencer was stood opposite you, coffee in his own mug as he listened intently, truthfully not knowing what you were talking about but grinning stupidly all the same. Two opposites so similar. Now it just sat there empty and useless reflecting how Spencer felt every time he looked at it but he didn’t have the heart to get rid of it. There were traces of you everywhere all over his apartment, the ghost of someone who wasn’t dead floating around mockingly with every note still pinned up on his fridge with a silly magnet and every book of yours still tucked between his on his shelves. He was haunted by his own regrets.

It had been an ugly breakup, but not in the traditional sense. There was no screaming or shouting, no throwing or shattering. It was ugly in a quiet way, in the tears that dripped down your cheeks, the soundless begs for him to stay. A silent exit that felt louder than any argument you could’ve had instead- that you wish you’d had instead. A door that closed softly, sympathetically, behind him as he left that somehow felt like a slam that rocked its hinges. It was ugly in the feeling it gave the two of you deep in your hearts; that dull, agonising ache where you just wished the circumstances could be different. It was shortly after Haley’s funeral- after seeing what the job had cost Hotch, Spencer began to put up walls. He thought he was protecting you, you had thought he was protecting himself.

He saw your face everywhere he went. When he walked past your favourite bookstore and gazed into the window like he just couldn’t help himself he saw you scanning the shelves, brows pinched in concentration and your lips moving in silence as you read the titles along the spines with your finger hovering in the air in front of each book. He saw your face light up when you found what you wanted, excitedly but carefully prying the book from the shelf before running over to where he stood, usually by the foreign classics, to show him. He saw how his own face softened as you pressed your shoulder to his, smiling softly as you rambled and flicked through the pages of the book you were now holding between the two of you. The bell above the door rang out, harmonising with your airy laughter as he watched the two of you stroll out onto the street arm in arm, the book he’d bought you tucked tightly under your other arm before the memory faded into nothing, leaving the street empty before him.

It was like that no matter where he went; the café where you had met, the park you two would take evening strolls in after work, hell even in the grocery store he could swear he could see your hair whip through the air as you turned the corner of the aisle, the sleeve of your favourite jacket riding up your arm as you reached for something on a too-high shelf, your perpetually untied shoe laces trailing the floor as you stood on tip toes and-

Oh fuck, it actually is you.

Spencer froze where he stood, or at least he’s pretty sure he did. All he could hear in that moment was the static buzzing in his brain, like a thousand tiny Spencers were running around frantically screaming and shouting up there. His jaw hung open, eyes wide and dumb as he watched you turn towards him almost in slow motion, hair falling around your face like a picture frame. Your mouth was moving but no sound was coming out, at least not that he could hear. All he could focus on was the shape of your lips- so familiar yet now so foreign. Those lips he’d kissed more times than he could count, those lips that had always beamed in his direction except for the last time he’d seen them when they trembled and shook at his words.

“Spencer?” They called out. Your voice was muffled and hazy in his ears like he was only semi-conscious, but God did the sound of his name from your lips feel like heaven. You were staring at him, blinking expectedly like you were waiting for him to do something. “Spencer, you called my name.”

“I did?” He squeaked, voice hoarse as he forced it out. Did he? He cringed at himself for a moment before clearing his throat awkwardly, feigning confidence. “I did. Yes, I did, um-”

What are you doing? Say hello. Ask her how she is. Tell her you miss her. Sweep her off of her feet and tell her you’ll never let her go again.

“Your shoelace is untied.” Idiot.

You hesitated for a moment, visibly confused before glancing down at your shoe, kicking your leg out slightly so that your laces hung in the air between you. You were wearing your converse- the pair you’d bought to match Spencer’s. He noticed.

“Yeah, I know.” You replied, offering him an awkward smile. “You’d think I’d have learned by now, with the way you always panicked every time I tripped on the street.”

Panicked. Past tense.

“I just didn’t want you to get hurt.” He spoke quietly. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air. A thick, mournful silence stretched out between you, saying everything neither of you could voice aloud. Like Haley. Both of your gazes dropped to the floor, to your matching converse, before flickering back to each other at the same time. Perfectly in sync.

“It’s good to see you, Spencer.” You piped up eventually, your voice cutting through the tension slightly. He tried to ignore the stinging feeling in his chest hearing his full name instead of your usual ‘Spence’.

“It’s good to see you too.” He responded, a fond smile pulling at his lips despite everything. He just couldn’t help it when it came to you. “Really good.”

“How have you been? How’s work?” You asked, voice cracking slightly at the last word.

“I’ve been ok.” Not great, not good or fine. Just ok. “Work is… work.” His voice trailed off, not wanting to discuss the very thing that had split you apart. The very thing that had you standing away from each other making small talk instead of walking hand in hand through the aisles as you picked out what you were going to cook together that night.

“Ohmygod!” You chirped suddenly, a hint of excitement in your voice that lifted the tension just a tad. “You cut your hair!” Without thinking, like it was instinct, your hands flew up to his head, twirling a short curl around your finger. Spencer had to fight his eyelids as they threatened to flutter shut but he couldn’t stop the content sigh that left his lips- your hands in his hair felt like home.

“Yeah I did.” He breathed, leaning into your touch ever so slightly. “You always said it was getting too long.”

He remembers the way you used to sit with your legs swung over his lap as you toyed with his hair while some movie or TV show was forgotten in the background. One hand would be resting on your knee, the other wrapped around your back holding you close to him as you teased him, adoration lacing through your sarcasm.

“I’m serious, Spence, you could braid it!” You had laughed, holding his hair up in a ponytail, your hands a makeshift hair tie.

“You’re being dramatic.” He’d argued back, though the grin tugging at his lips betrayed the butterflies in his stomach as your fingertips grazed his neck.

“Oh yeah?” You’d challenged, hopping off of his lap and sprinting to the bathroom as he laughed after you from his spot on the couch. You came back brandishing a handful of colourful hair ties and hair clips, a mischievous smile plastered on your face.

Not long after you were leaning back against the arm of the couch, a camera in your hands as you laughed wildly at him, dolled up and blushing as he tried and failed to hide his face with his hands, giggling just as much as you until your cheeks ached.

Now, with your fingers still in his hair, the memory wrapped itself around Spencer’s heart like a rope, squeezing it as it pulled and pulled, threatening to rip it out of his chest entirely.

“Well I think it suits you.” You said softly. You didn’t pull your hand away. Instead you let it fall reluctantly, fingers brushing against the curve of his cheek, so gently that if he wasn’t so in tune with your movements he would’ve missed it completely, before dropping to his shoulder and eventually back at your side as if it never happened.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“It um-” Spencer began, trying to swallow the inexplicable feeling causing a lump in his throat, “my head gets cold sometimes now.” He mumbled, cringing at himself for the odd response. But you laughed.

You laughed that lovely, radiant laugh. The one so heavenly he was sure it would put the angels to shame. God, he wanted to hear that blissful sound for the rest of his life. His gaze shyly dropped from your face, no longer able to handle looking into those eyes that he used to get lost in for hours- he still would if given the opportunity, if it didn’t hurt so much to do so now. That was when he saw it, glistening between your collarbones, framed by your body and shining bright and beautiful. The necklace he gave you on your first anniversary. You were still wearing it.

Spencer breathed in sharply, brows pinched and nose scrunched as he dropped his gaze fully to the floor, the sound of your laughter still ringing in his ears as he blinked back tears. He let himself wonder for just a second about if you felt the same way. If you saw his face in strangers on the street, or if you heard his voice in your head when you were re reading the books he bought you. He thought about whether you still slept on the left side of the bed, or if you stayed in the middle now there was no him to make space for. Did you go back to hugging that stuffed animal you swore you’d outgrown now you didn’t have his side to curl into? Did you leave for work on time now that he wasn’t there begging you to stay in bed with him for just five more minutes as he peppered you with sleepy kisses?

A voice sharply pulled him out of his trance. Not your voice, no- not that serene melody that lead him anywhere with a gentle touch. This was a harsh, grating voice that yanked him out of his thoughts with so much force he almost face planted the floor. This was a man’s voice. Calling your name. His heart sank at the small smile that bloomed on your face as you turned to face the mystery man, and somehow the glow of your necklace- of Spencer’s necklace- seemed to dim against your skin.

“I’ll be right there, Nathan, I’m sorry.” You called back apologetically, waving at him in reassurance before he disappeared back around the corner of the aisle.

I’m sorry.

Spencer whispered the words to himself while your back was still turned to him, the words burning in the back of his throat. He suddenly felt foolish, like a burden mixing you up in his silly fantasies when you had clearly moved on in your life, yet he couldn’t help the way his body relaxed at the scent of your perfume floating through the air as you spun back to face him.

“I better get going.”

“You better get going.”

The two of you spoke in unison. Under any other circumstances Spencer would’ve found it funny how in sync you always were, how perfectly you slotted together like you were practically just one being. But now, his heart sank further, drowning in memories of you. Suffocating. Now it felt like a mockery. Like the current was too strong no matter how hard he grasped your hand, it was pulling you away from him.

“Yeah.” You breathed, almost remorsefully. You bit your lip, your hand flinching hesitantly before reaching out and resting on Spencer’s arm, your thumb rubbing small circles against his cardigan instinctively. “It was really nice to see you, I mean it.”

“It was nice to see you too.” He croaked, trying not to focus on the weight of your hand against him. Clearing his throat he spoke again, unsure whether he wanted to let you go or not. “It’s been a while.” He added wistfully.

“Yeah, it has. It definitely takes me a lot longer to proofread my work before I send it in now.” You chuckled airily, emptily, as you reminisced about the two of you cramped into one chair at his desk in the low lamp light of his apartment.

Spencer didn’t smile back. “I hope you’re doing okay.” He whispered, just loud enough, as he waved goodbye and turned on his heel, not waiting to hear your response. He just needed to get out of there. He didn’t see the way your hand lingered in the air for a moment after he left, how you stared blankly at the spot where he’d stood before forcing yourself to walk away.

The next day at work, he was somber. He was slumped at his desk, letting his coffee run cold as his hands ran through his hair for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, sighing to himself as he tried to force himself to think about anything but you. Everything around him felt as if it were in greyscale, even the Rubiks cube he kept on his desk seemed unsolvable as the blocks all faded into indistinguishable shades of lifelessness, so to say he was surprised when a bumble of colours came strutting into his peripheral would be an understatement.

“Okay,” Penelope’s voice sighed as her neon pink heels clicked to a halt at Spencer’s desk. “Spill. What’s wrong, boy wonder.” She asked softly, tapping his hand with the fuzzy topper of her pencil.

“Nothing’s wrong.” He lied, although he didn’t even believe it himself.

“You’re dragging your feet about the place and you’re giving me those little puppy dog eyes of yours and it’s hurting me, Reid, it’s hurting me.” She spoke sadly, pausing to perch herself on the edge of his desk and forcing him to look at her with a gentle tap of his nose. “I just want to wrap you up in a hug if I knew you wouldn’t freak out that I’m carrying all the icky public transport germs on my clothes.”

He smiled briefly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Really, I’m fine, Garcia.”

“No, you’re not.” She spoke a little firmer, suddenly jumping to her feet. “In fact, up, come on. Come with me.”

Impatiently, she waved her hands in the air as she gestured for him to stand before beckoning him to follow her as her heels began clacking towards her office, Spencer trailing begrudgingly behind her. He really didn’t want to talk about it, but only a fool would dare try and escape Penelope once she was committed to taking care of them. In her office, she practically forced him into her desk chair, the wheels spinning it side to side as he adjusted himself. His eyes trailed the army of colourful trinkets and toys lining her workspace, though they couldn’t quite distract him from the bold FBI logo bitterly blinking back at him at all angles from the monitors all around.

“Okay, I have my therapist hat on,” she began, comically adjusting her headband on her head, “talk to me.”

“I’m just in one of those moods, I guess.” Spencer murmured, avoiding her gaze and picking up a small plushie kitten from the desk and turning it over in his hands as if it were the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.

“Uh-uh. No. You’ve got this sad, heartbroken little look in your eyes that pulls on my little heartstrings. I haven’t seen that look since- oh.” She cut herself off quietly, her eyes softening in understanding. “Is it her?”

Swallowing his emotions Spencer nodded, still focusing on the toy in his hands. “I saw her yesterday.”

“Oh!” She repeated, squealing a little as she clasped her hands together excitedly before she remembered the situation and promptly dropped her hands back to her lap. “Oh. Right, right.”

“Right.” Spencer echoed solemnly.

“How’d it go?” Penelope asked tenderly after a brief silence, scooting slightly closer in her own chair.

He shifted in his seat, squeezing his eyes shut as he contemplated whether or not he wanted to tell the truth. Honestly, he wasn’t really sure how it went. He knows how it felt for him, like every last bit of hope for the two of you had been squeezed out of him, but he frustratingly couldn’t get a read on you. Nor had he stopped thinking about you since.

“It was alright, at first. It was a little awkward on my part,” he scrunched up his nose, cringing at himself in retrospect, “and kind of sad but… nice.”

Penelope nodded along empathetically. “But then?”

“But then,” Spencer trailed off, stilling the toy cat in his hands before setting it down in defeat. “She was with somebody else.”

“Oh, honey.” She cooed, taking the plushie out of his lap and holding his hand instead. He usually wasn’t one to accept such gestures but in the moment it was comforting. “Tell me everything. Every word.”

“I mean I don’t regret what happened,” Spencer began after recounting the events to her, “at least I don’t think I do. I could never regret protecting her and keeping her safe but just seeing her there with him made me-“

“Jealous?” She cut in, raising a brow at him.

“What? No, not jealous, just-“ he tried to defend himself but he couldn’t think of anything else to say that could explain the ugly feeling bubbling in his chest, heinous and spitting like poison. Maybe he was jealous.

“Jealous.” She repeated, punctuating herself with another tap of her fuzzy pencil. “It’s okay, Reid. It’s normal. And for what it’s worth I think she’s totally still into you.”

“What?” Spencer squeaked, finally meeting her gaze with an incredulous look. “That’s- that’s ridiculous, Garcia.”

“Sweetheart,” She began, her voice taking on an ever so slightly teasing tone, “she was wearing your matching shoes.”

“They’re practical shoes.”

“She was still wearing your necklace.”

“Maybe she just liked how it looked with her outfit.”

“With her hoodie and converse? Yeah, sure.” Penelope cocked her eyebrow at him again, smirking slightly as she tilted her head at him. “Reid. My dear boy wonder. She played with your hair.”

“She was just commenting on my haircut,” Spencer insisted through stuttering words and burning cheeks, “that doesn’t mean anything.”

“Oh, come on!” She sighed, exasperated as she through her hands up. “That is classic, textbook I’m-still-in-love-with-my-ex-boyfriend. It’s yearning 101!”

He opened his mouth to protest, but there was no stopping the romance-loving adrenaline rushing through the veins of the meddling woman before him.

“You have to go after her.”

Spencer’s jaw dropped, mouth opening and closing rapidly like a fish as he blinked repeatedly in tandem. He was malfunctioning, evidently. “What? No!” He yelped, voice several octaves higher than before. “Garcia that’s crazy! Thats-“

“Genius!” She finished for him, a maniacal glimmer in her wild eyes as she beamed. “Oh it’s the perfect rom-com scenario.” She mused, clasping her hands together.

“I don’t watch romantic comedies.” Spencer replied deadpan. He bit back the word anymore. He used to, with you.

“This is the scene where the guy chases the girl through the rain,” Penelope began, ignoring him entirely, “or the scene where he jumps in a taxi and throws money at the cabbie and runs through the airport screaming her name right before she gets on the plane.”

“Plane? But she isn’t going anywhere.”

“Oh, will you shush? I’m being romantic. Something you should be doing with little miss love of your life right now.”

“I don’t know.” He sighed, sinking down in his chair and swivelling side to side in thought. “She’s moved on, Garcia.”

The defeated croak in his voice weighed heavy on Penelope’s heart. She often felt other people’s emotions in full force as if they were her own, something she saw both as her detriment and as her greatest triumph. But right now as she watched her heartbroken baby brother shrink into himself she wanted nothing more than to fix everything for him.

“You said his name was Nathan?” She asked, although she already knew, as she spun to face her monitor, pulling her keyboard towards her as her eyes locked onto the screen with laser focus.

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked, concerned at the sudden steel emotion hardening her features. “You can’t just cyber stalk everyone you deem an inconvenience- that’s a gross misuse of FBI resources.”

Penelope said nothing but held up a finger with authority, effectively shushing him though he still glanced over his shoulder nervously like he was expecting the door to be broken down any second. In just a few seconds her expression melted, a satisfied look taking over instead as she smirked, tilting the screen away from him with her perfect pink nails.

“You swear they were together?” She asked, an amused lilt in her voice that had Spencer furrowing his brows in confusion. She was practically vibrating with excitement.

“I think so.” He replied warily, eyes darting between her face and her death grip on the edge of the monitor.

“Well…” She sighed dramatically, though the grin on her face only grew wider. “Nathan’s boyfriend isn’t going to be too happy about that.”

Slowly, she spun the monitor back to face him, revealing a social media post. Sure enough, Nathan was stood looking positively ecstatic, arm around another man and hugging him close. Warm candles lit up the room around them, illuminating the balloons strung up on the wall and the roses on the table. Beneath the photo in the caption read the words ‘happy anniversary, baby” with a string of heart emojis.

Despite his protests to Penelope’s sleuthing Spencer felt a weight lift off of his chest, chuckling to himself slightly and he’d never been so happy to be wrong about something in his life. He was just a friend.

“You already let her go once,” she began, speaking gently again, “you can’t afford to let her go again.” Her hand let go of the monitor, instead coming to rest on Spencer’s shoulder.

“But I can’t afford to lose her forever, either.” He uttered, voice broken with something between heartbreak and regret. “I can’t afford to mix her up in this world. To lose her like-” He stopped speaking abruptly, like the thought of it was too painful to even force the words out.

“Like Haley.” Penelope finished for him again, rubbing his shoulder as he dropped his eyes to the floor. “I get it, sweetie, I do. But are you really going to let her walk away forever over a possibility?”

“If it saves her life, of course.”

“I don’t mean to be a Debbie Downer, Reid, but you can’t guarantee anybodies life.” He nodded heavily, it was a reality the whole team was unfortunately all too aware of. “It’s not promised to anyone, whether you’re with her or not, so don’t let it get in the way.”

“I love her.” Spencer declared. Crisp and final.

“So go get her.” Penelope bumped his shoulder lightly in encouragement. “If not for you then for me, I miss my girl’s night partner.”

“I never stopped you from seeing her?” He turned to look at her, mentally running through every conversation they’d had about you incase he ever insinuated that without realising.

“I know but it’s basic girl code! Have you never seen a rom-com in your life? I could never do that to you.” She held a hand to her heart dramatically, like she was making an oath.

“Girl code?” Spencer echoed, confused, “but I’m not a-“

“Reid.” Penelope firmly planted both hands on his shoulders as she spun him in his chair until they were perfectly opposite each other, staring into his eyes sternly. “Go. Get. Her.”

“We still have 5 hours of work left.” He mumbled nervously.

“After work, genius. After work.”

“Right.”

Later that evening, after pacing around his apartment for what felt like an agonisingly long time, Spencer found himself outside of your door. Actually, he’d been there for so long he was half worried a neighbour was going to spot him outside of the window and call the police on him for loitering, but he just couldn’t work up the courage to knock on your door. The last time he had been here still haunted him and every time he looked up at the door he saw himself walking out of it, tears rolling down your face as you stood on the other side. Instead, he fumbled with the edges of his sleeves, repeatedly tightening and loosening his tie and occasionally reaching down into his bag and running his fingers along your mug tucked safely within one of his sweaters so that it didn’t shatter on the way over.

Desperately trying to calm his breathing, he finally made his way up the stairs, his legs trembling and threatening to give out beneath him with every step. Taking a deep breath, he reached out a shaking hand and gave three brave knocks on the wood, trying to ignore the nausea clawing at him from the inside.

He almost stopped breathing entirely when the door swung open moments later. There you stood. Perfect, ethereal you. The light of your hallway illuminated you in an angelic glow, a halo-like ring shining in your hair and Spencer swore in that moment that he had died and gone to heaven. You were only in your sweats and an old t shirt, glasses on and hair thrown up in a lazy ponytail, but he thought you were the most bewitching thing he had ever seen or that he ever would see for as long as he lived (which may not be very long given the way he was still holding his breath).

“Spencer?” Your voice was music to his ears. Raspy and sleepy in a way that had him wanting to tuck you into bed with a sweet goodnight kiss.

“Hi.” He barely managed, voice hoarse and jaw hanging open.

“Are you okay?” You asked, shifting your weight where you stood in the doorway.

“Yeah, I um-“ He started, losing momentum very quickly. “I didn’t think this far ahead. I’m sorry.”

You bit your lip, stifling back a chuckle. Even in your situation it was impossible not to fall for his loveable awkwardness, just the sheer Spencer-ness of it all. Before you had a chance to second guess yourself you were stepping to the side, holding your door open just a bit wider and gesturing for him to come in. He followed immediately, a precious look of disbelief on his face as you shut the door behind him. It felt weird yet comfortable to have him back in your space. Before the breakup, these walls had seen all of your movie nights and every meal you began to cook together before getting distracted dancing around the kitchen in the glow of the refrigerator light. It had heard every word, every compliment, every joke, every time you laughed or cried together, every soft snore as you slept tangled up in each other’s arms. Welcoming him in felt like welcoming him home.

“I’m sorry to stop by when it’s so late.” He found his voice eventually as he followed you into the living room. “You can tell me to leave if you need to.”

“Don’t be silly.” You smiled, sitting down on the couch. Carefully, he lowered himself beside you, keeping a respectable distance but you caught the way his fingers twitched at his side like he wanted to reach out for you. “I’d never turn you away, Spence.”

Spence. You didn’t mean to say it. It just slipped out. But you didn’t take it back.

“I wanted to apologise.” He fought his nerves and looked straight in your eyes, holding your gaze with a serious look that you couldn’t quite place.

“For what?” You tilted your head, unable to pull your eyes away.

“For everything.” The sincerity in his voice made your breath catch in your throat, the emotion in his words unearthing every feeling you thought you’d buried. “For leaving. Especially for how I left.”

“Spencer, I-“

“I thought I was protecting you. I thought that by letting you go I was keeping you safe, that I was doing what was right. But when I saw you yesterday… I realised I still love you. I mean, I knew I still loved you- God did I know- but I think I was denying just how much.” Your heart thudded in your chest, as did his, but he forced himself to keep going. “And maybe it’s selfish but I just can’t keep going around seeing your face everywhere I go, hearing your voice in every book I read, feeling your touch when it’s not there.”

He broke eye contact for just a second, glancing around at the room he’d once called his second home, and when he looked back at you there were tears in his eyes.

“You don’t have to accept my apology,” he continued, voice beginning to hollow, “but I just had to tell you. I had to try.”

To your surprise, there were tears forming in your own eyes. You hadn’t even felt them creeping up on you, no sting in your lash line before the drops were rolling down your cheek. Without thinking, like it was instinct to take care of you, Spencer reached forward to wipe them away and you leaned into his touch like it was second nature. His fingertips brushed against your face, the warmth sending a jolt through you that had you wanting to jump into his arms and kiss him until the break up was completely and utterly forgotten- but a small part of you was still hurting. And that part of you recoiled. You tried to speak, but the words came out hoarse.

“I understand.” You whispered. “It’s okay, Spencer.”

“No, no it’s not.” He insisted, voice low but firm.

“No, it’s not.” You admitted faintly, folding your hands in your lap. “But if you want to fix things… I’m willing to let you try.”

Spencer let out a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding, his chest deflating so fast he thought it might collapse in on itself. His fingers twitched again, the nerves shooting through him as he processed your words.

“Thank you.” He breathed, barely audible at all. “Thank you so much. Thank you.” He repeated it over and over again like a prayer. He wasn’t even sure who he was thanking, you or whatever cosmic forces of the universe had decided to grace him with your existence in the first place.

“I’ve missed you too.” You moved along the couch until your knees were touching, and with bated breath you took his shaking hand in yours and admired how perfectly they fit together, like they were moulded just for one another. “I miss you every time I wake up alone from a bad dream and you’re not there to read me back to sleep. I miss you every time I smell coffee and it’s not coming from your mug, from your hands. I miss you all the damn time, Spence.”

He raised your interlocked hands to his lips, pressing a kiss so soft yet so full of raw emotion to your knuckles and you realised he was crying too.

“I swear, you’ll never have to miss me again. I’m not going anywhere this time, I promise.” And he meant it. He meant it with every fibre of his being.

“Good.” Was all you could muster. You believed him, and that was all that mattered.

A sentimental silence fell over the room as you both sat with your hands still entwined, except now your head was on his shoulder and he was pressing tender kisses into your hair the way he always used to. After a while, he jolted upright suddenly, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small object wrapped in blue tissue paper, which he carefully ripped off.

A smile pulled at you before you could register it as you saw the little cartoon otters on your favourite mug. You’d left it at his apartment the last time you saw him before the break up and hadn’t had the courage to ask for it back, leaving it behind alongside everything you’d left unsaid.

“I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to say what I planned to,” Spencer started, laughing at himself quietly. “So I thought I’d return your mug. Just incase I needed an excuse as to why I was here.”

You found yourself laughing too, heart blooming with adoration for your silly, awkward genius. “You can keep it.” You mused, resting your head back on his shoulder like it belonged there. “You’ll need it next time I’m at your place.”

Next time. Future tense.

A lovesick grin grew on Spencer’s face as he settled into you, to say he was in love with you would be underselling it. He was completely, inescapably enamoured with you- smitten, besotted, infatuated- there was no word in any language that could describe the depth of the love he felt. With a full heart, he took your hand in his once again and this time he vowed he would never let it go again, no matter how hard the current pulled.

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[jellesreid]

Father’s Day

In which Spencer and his daughter have a daddy daughter date at the thrift shop before going home to reader!mom for Father’s Day fun. (Fluff!)

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tags: Father’s day, dad!spencer, mom!reader, thrift shop, thrifting, clothes shopping, cafe date, daddy/daughter day, cuddling, gift recieving, tea party.

warnings: None! super fluffy for Father’s day

Note: Sorry that I’m not writing as frequently I promise I’ll be writing more soon, thank you for the love on all my fan fics it’s very much appreciated!

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The first unusual thing about today was that you had a lay-in, something you hadn’t had since giving birth to your and Spencer’s daughter just shy of four years ago. The second unusual thing was that the side of your bed that was occupied by your husband was empty and cold. That was something that happened occasionally due to his job; however, in his place was always your curly-haired princess, but not this time. 

You rubbed your eyes a little confused and saw the notification on the phone saying Spencer had left home around an hour ago. 

You sat up and turned to the side spotting a handwritten note next to a, now, cold cup of coffee. 

Good morning Sweetheart, 

I made you coffee in case you’re up soon. Don’t worry when you see Delilah and I aren’t home, I’ve taken her out to get a blueberry croissant and to the thrift shop. She can model her clothes when we are home. 

I love you, sleep well.

Spencer Reid. 

You giggled at him signing off this letter with his full name but your heart warmed at the relationship he had with your child. That’s when you remember what day it was, Father’s day. 

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Across town, Spencer was driving to the thrift store with his favourite person in the world besides you in the back of the car munching on a blueberry croissant allowing all the flaky pieces of pastry to fall to the floor. 

“Are you enjoying that honey?” Spencer asked, looking into the rearview mirror. 

“Mhm,” Delilah managed back as her mouth was stuffed full. 

Spencer pulled into the car park not too far from the door and waited for Delilah to finish eating.

“Do you think Mommy is awake?” She asked still chewing her food.

“Maybe, are you done?” 

“Yep,” She put the pastry bag on the seat next to her, “What do we look for here Daddy?” She asked while Spencer unclipped the seat belt for her car seat. 

“We can look for anything in here, hopefully, there will be some pretty clothes for you.”

Delilah took hold of Spencer’s hand as they walked across the car park and inside the door of the thrift store. 

“Oh, it’s very big, wow!” She said taking in her surroundings. 

“It is,” he smiled down at her as they walked to the children’s section in the thrift. 

“Should we call mommy?” 

“I think we should surprise her with the pretty outfits we find for you, honey.”

“But she might feel left out,” Delilah pouted. 

“She’ll be fine darling, you can show her everything when we get home,” Spencer said as he picked up a pair of baggy jeans with a flower on the back pocket that had been designed with pink gems, “Do you like these?” 

“Uh huh, pretty flower and PINK!” 

“Do you want to help me look?” Spencer ruffled his daughter's curly hair.

She scrunched her nose and nodded before going to the next clothing rail grabbing the hem of each item to look through the clothes as she was too small to reach the coat hangers. 

“DADA! They have Hello Kitty!!” A small yell echoed across the aisles not long after she’d gone to explore. 

Spencer made his way to Delilah carrying a few pieces of clothing he had found for her, “Show me, honey.”

Delilah pointed to the t-shirt, letting her dad take it from the rail. The top was long sleeved with a small hello kitty on the front.

“Would you like that one sweetheart?” 

Delilah nodded her head quickly, “Yes please.”

After a little more shopping Spencer and Delilah had compiled enough clothes to call the thrift shop successful and head home. 

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Upon opening the door Spencer heard the sound of the TV coming from their bedroom and as soon as the sound hit Delilah’s ears too her face lit up with a big smile squirming for Spencer to put her down. 

She took off toward the bedroom while Spencer carried the bags of clothes into the house and up to the bedroom where he caught sight of you and your daughter cuddling on the bed. 

“Well aren’t you both gorgeous,” He smiled widely, his heart exploding.

“Yes I am,” Delilah answered proudly which earned a laugh from you and Spencer. 

“What have you both been up to then?” You asked. 

“We got clothes!” Delilah answered. 

“Did you? Were there lots of nice things?” 

The curly-haired girl nodded and looked at Spencer.

“Oh yes there were lots of pinks and flowers and Hello Kitty pieces,” Spencer added after Delilah’s prompt.

“Would you like to show me, Lilah?” You asked brushing down her curls that had gone fluffy since she dived onto the bed moments ago.

“Uh-huh! Like, try on?” 

“If you’d like to sweetie, I’m sure Daddy wouldn’t mind helping you.”

You sat up in bed and waited for Spencer and Delilah to come back through to model her outfits. 

The brunette girl walked into the bedroom with her hands on her hips in a summer dress covered in pink hibiscus flowers. 

“Oh beautiful honey,” You smiled. 

“Love?” Delilah asked, posing for you. 

“Yes, I love it.”

“Okay, next!” Delilah scurried out of the bedroom and back to her room to change into the next outfit. 

The next time she came back she was wearing the jeans Spencer first picked up along with the Hello Kitty shirt she had found herself.

“Oh honey, you look adorable,” You spoke with adoration. 

“Isn’t she just?” Spencer said walking in after her. 

“I’m adorable because you made me Mommy,” Delilah scrunched her nose with a giggle. 

You laugh and Spencer nods, “I agree with her actually.”

After a few more outfits had been tried on Delilah flopped onto the bed as if she were exhausted. 

“Sweetheart, don’t you have something for Daddy?” 

Delilah gasped and whispered, “Is today Daddy’s day?!”

You nodded and watched as she slid off the bed and rushed out of the room. Spencer sat beside you on the bed, wrapping an arm around you. 

“Happy Father’s Day babe,” You said, snuggling closer to him and leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Thank you for making me a father,” Spencer said hugging you tighter.

Delilah rushed back through with the card she had made Spencer at school, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” She jumped onto the bed, passing the card over to him. 

The card was decorated with blue glitter and lots of hearts and her best drawing of herself, Spencer and you. Inside the card, she had tried to write in her best handwriting, ‘To Daddy,

Happy Father’s Day. Lots of love Lilah’ but a few of the words had been misspelt. 

“Thank you sweetheart, I love you lots too,” He said pulling her closer with his spare arm and kissing her head. 

“I was thinking,” Delilah looked up at Spencer, “For your Daddy’s Day present we could have a tea party?” Her mannerisms gave the impression that she was shy to ask with the way she tried to bury her face into him and only look up at him when she was trying to use her puppy dog eyes but they were simply exaggerated. She knew she would always get what she wanted with Spencer, he could never say no to her.

So, his Father’s Day was clearly going to be spent having a tea party with the best thing that ever happened to him besides you. 

[jellesreid]

Communication

In which Spencer and the reader have their first time together after the reader has cold feet about sex (smut!)

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tags: age gap, munch!spencer reid, bad sex, smut, giver boyfriend, fingering, eating out, kissing, making out, first time, cold feet, honeymoon phase, early relationship, love, relationship, subtle masturbation

warnings: talks of past bad sex, talks of masturbation, fingering, mention of vibrators, spencer going down on reader

notes: sorry for being away so long but i’m back!! I’ll be more active after june tho!

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You and Spencer met through one of your close friends, Penelope Garcia, around four months ago, and your relationship was going great. The only thing you worried about was your almost 10-year age gap. Spencer was 33, and you were recently 24. There were a lot more things he had experienced that you hadn’t, and you didn’t want them to interfere with your relationship.

One of these things was sex. It wasn’t that you didn’t like sex you had done it a couple of times but it wasn’t enjoyable, you had more pleasure in doing it yourself than either of the times you had been with men in the past.

You knew Spencer was a man, he most likely wanted to have sex but you also knew he was respectful and would never force you to do something you didn’t want to. You’d spoken to Penelope about it and she told you to speak to Spencer about it but that was over a month ago.

Spencer was at your apartment watching a movie and you had been kissing for a little while until you pulled away and turned back to the TV.

Spencer fidgeted beside you rubbing his shoulder after getting comfortable, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” You said not looking away from the TV. 

“I think we need to talk about something,” Spencer said pausing the movie. 

“What is it?” You asked turning to face him again, spotting that he was flustered. 

“Are you… attracted to me?” He asked. 

“Yeah obviously baby,” You said kissing his cheek, “Play the movie?”

“No that’s not all…”

“What is it?” You asked again.

“I don’t want you to think I’m rushing you or that this is a massive deal to me but I think it’s something we should discuss…” Spencer started. 

“Okay,” You dragged out the last letter of the word. 

“We’ve been together 4 months by that time most people have gone further than kissing on the sofa, I didn’t want to bring it up because it doesn’t bother me that we aren’t having sex, I would love to when you’re ready I want to make you feel good… sexually.”

“Oh, right well I’m just not compatible with sex stuff so it doesn’t matter to me but I know guys want or need sex so I understand you asking.”

“No honey, I don’t need sex, I went a long time of my life without it. Wait what do you mean you’re not compatible with it?” Spencer raised an eyebrow.

“Umm,” You blushed and looked down, “Men can’t make me… you know orgasm.”

“That’s not got anything to do with you or your compatibility with sex,” Spencer said.

“What do you mean? It’s definitely something wrong with me if both the men I’ve been with haven’t been able to get me there,” You rolled your eyes so Spencer couldn’t see.

“Let me ask you some questions, is that okay?”

“I suppose.”

“Do you masturbate?” Spencer asked without hesitation. 

You blinked and opened your mouth to speak but closed it again not

expecting that to be his first question, “Sorry, I didn’t expect- um yeah I do.”

“And do you reach an orgasm on your own?” 

“Yeah… most of the time,” You looked up at him.

“There, there’s no problem with you it’s just the men you were with.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“You said yourself you orgasm when you’re spending time on yourself, you know what you like so you’re the best example to go off. If you need me to keep going I can ask, Did these men do any kind of foreplay?”

“Not really,” You shrugged.

“Foreplay is essential, studies show that only thirty percent of women can orgasm by intercourse alone,” Spencer said tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Really? So it’s common?” 

Spencer hummed, “Yes sweetheart you need someone who communicates with you that’s the main factor. Communication.”

“Okay… I’m happy to try having sex,” You said, you were already slightly turned on from the kissing and his factual knowledge of female orgasms.

“Not today,” Spencer said.

“Oh… okay,” You shrugged feeling slightly rejected.

“Wait I mean I want to make you come,” Spencer corrected himself, “without sex, I want to show you how you should be treated.”

You smiled, “Okay, how?” 

“You are going to tell me what you like while I touch you,” Spencer said but phrased it more like a question that you needed to respond to. 

“Okay.” 

Spencer tilted your head up with his thumb and finger before leaning in to kiss you once again. 

Your kisses were a little more electric and passionate than usual and when your tongues curled together a wave of butterflies burst inside your stomach. A small gasp escaped your mouth when one of Spencer’s hands moved to your thigh, running it over your clothes. 

“Is that nice?” Spencer asked pulling back from the kiss. 

“Yes,” You reconnect your lips before he squeezes your thigh. 

The kissing continued for a little while until you pulled away, “What’s next?” You asked out of breath. 

“What do you usually do?” Spencer asked, a hand moving to your hair and playing with it. 

“Well, I like being in my bedroom for starters.”

“Should we go there?” 

You nod, standing up from the sofa and taking his hand. He’d been in your bedroom before when he had slept over but this was different. 

“What next?” He asked sitting on the end of the bed. 

“I usually use a vibrator, sometimes I finger myself,” You couldn’t help but blush at your words, you couldn’t believe you were telling your boyfriend this. 

“Good, we can work with that,” Spencer smiled, pulling you closer to him. 

“I don’t want you to use my vibrator on me.”

“That’s fine honey,” Spencer kissed your swollen lips once again. 

You took it upon yourself to lay down on your bed after your lips disconnected. 

Spencer lingered over the top of you playing with the hem of your shirt, “Can I undress you?” 

“Yes,” Within a matter of minutes, your clothes minus your panties were on the floor. 

“You’re beautiful,” Spencer kissed your collarbone and the tops of your breasts. 

“Thank you,” You sighed softly. 

“I’m going to start here okay?” Spencer asked his mouth in line with your left breast. 

“Mhm o-okay.”

He lowered his mouth to your nipple taking it inside his mouth and lapping circles around it in between quick sucks while he massaged the other one.

“Oh,” A breathy moan left your mouth, “That feels so good.”

Spencer hummed sending vibrations to your breast. Your fingers threaded in his hair pulling it gently neither of the men you had been with before had ever done this. 

Spencer switched breasts doing the same for your right one as he had the left. You felt yourself growing wetter than you had ever felt, he knew exactly what he was doing. 

One of his hands made its way between your legs as he used two fingers to run over the fabric of your panties.

“You’re wet honey,” He dipped his fingers inside the underwear, “Do you want me to take them off?” 

“Yes please,” You sigh with pleasure. 

Spencer slid the underwear down your legs throwing them somewhere on the floor, “I might have to buy you a new pair,” he laughed. 

His soft fingers connected with the slick wetness between your folds rubbing from the entrance to your clit several times. He used his middle and ring fingers to rub the small nub of nerves in circles in a mix of different pressures to see what brought the best reaction out of you. 

The harder he pressed the more your eyes flickered closed, it felt amazing what he was doing, “Mhm Spence.”

“Is this good baby?” Spencer asked massaging it faster. 

“A-amazing,” You stuttered with a moan. 

Without much notice he used his other hand to start penetrating, He pushed his middle finger inside of you slowly making sure not to hurt you as he entered.

Long breathily moans exited your mouth at the feeling of him inside of you and the moans only got louder as he curled the finger moving it in and out a bit faster making sure to hit the spongy wall inside of you. 

“More,” You groaned, You could feel your stomach tightening but nothing like how it usually felt when you came on your own. You didn’t want to be upset but you were starting to feel frustrated that nothing anyone else did to you could ever get you to that point. 

Spencer plunged another finger inside of you copying the same movement as the first finger, curling it and moving both of them at a quick pace. 

“I can’t,” You groaned in frustration. 

“Honey, you can, I’m here for you. What doesn’t feel good?” Spencer asked stilling his fingers. 

“It feels good, so good, it’s just taking too long,” You frowned. 

“It’s not taking too long, It will take as long as it takes, I’ll be here for hours if I have to,” Spencer thrust his fingers again, adding his thumb to rub on your clit.  

You took your breast into your hands and fondled with your nipples to try to add some extra pleasure. 

“I’m going to try something else,” Spencer said. He kept his fingers inside of you still pushing them into your g-spot but he removed his thumb from your clit. 

In a matter of a few seconds, his mouth was on you, flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves. 

You rolled your eyes back, the subtle ache burning inside your stomach. It intensified as his lips attached to your swollen clit sucking it gently. 

“Spencer, fuck!” You growled while trying to catch your breath. 

When he realised it was working based on the sounds you made and the clenching around his fingers he sped up both of the actions; sucking harder and thrusting harder and deeper. 

This was the familiar sensation you felt from when you used your vibrator burned inside of your stomach, “Please don’t stop,” You moaned grabbing hold of his hair. 

“Yes, Yes Spencer oh my god!” You rocked against his face to pick up as much friction as possible. 

Your walls fluttered around his fingers as he sucked harder on your clit just before you came undone, his name falling from your mouth with loud moans.

After regaining your breath he removed his fingers, sucking them clean to taste all of you. 

“Oh my god, thank you,” You pulled him up between your legs so his head was resting near your chest as you kissed his lips. 

“Honey there’s no need to thank me, I’ll always make sure that happens.” 

“That may have been the best orgasm I've ever had in my life,” You giggled. 

“I’m going to keep competing with myself to give you better ones each time,” Spencer smiled, laying his head on your breasts and using them as a pillow.

“What can I do for you?” You asked running your fingertips through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.

“Nothing honey, Just this is perfect. Tonight was about you,” He said, closing his eyes. 

[jellesreid]

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[jellesreid]

You Belong With Us

In which Spencer meets the reader at work, becomes the step father to her daughter and they go to the eras tour together. (fluff!)

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tags: really cute dad!spencer, family, love, concert, first concert, eras tour, taylor swift, swifties, friendship bracelets, princess and cowboy outfits, spencer in a cowboy hat, step father, long term relationship, protective spencer, spencer dancing with reader’s daughter, super fluffy, tooth rotting fluff.

notes: I hope you find this super adorable, I love dad spencer with my entire heart

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When you started at the Behavioural Analysis Unit the last thing you expected was to meet someone like Spencer but you’re insanely glad you did. 

When he met your daughter she was only five months old and he acted like a father to her right from that first day and he still did now 3 years later. 

You’re daughter, Delilah, was one of the biggest Taylor Swift fans due to your love for the singer and when you found out she was doing a tour there was no way you couldn’t get tickets.

Spencer insisted he come with you to the concert to look after the both of you as it was a busy place. Of course, you could look after yourself and Delilah on your own but you’re glad he wanted to come, he always wanted to be around you both. 

In the weeks leading up to the concert all of Spencer’s free time was spent in Delilah’s playroom at the arts and crafts table with the little girl on his lap as he tied the friendship bracelet she made, he had to help her with her smaller beads as well since she couldn’t quite thread those through yet without getting upset at it not going right on her first try.

You watched from the doorway as Delilah threaded some beads onto some elastic and Spencer stuck some stickers on a pair of headphones, which seemed a bit strange to you.

“Dada tie pwease! Hi mommy,” Delilah said skipping over to Spencer holding the bracelet tight. 

Spencer looked up at her, reaching for the bracelet before looking at you, “Hi honey.”

“Hi, my favourite people ever,” You said, taking a seat across from Spencer on the small pink chairs, “What are you doing?” 

“Making friendship bracelets for the concert, Daddy said I have one-hundrwed and twenty-four,” Your daughter said, showing you inside the bag. 

“Wow baby that’s a lot, I think that’s enough now, What about you babe?”

“I’m decorating a pair of ear defenders with cute stickers for Delilah to wear at the concert because children have more sensitive ears compared to us adults and the noise at a concert can exceed 100 decibels making it unsafe for children, it can result in noise-induced hearing loss.”

“But what if I can’t hear Taylor,” Delilah pouted. 

“You will still be able to hear her sweetheart it just won’t be as loud which will protect your ears,” Spencer reassured stroking her back. 

“That’s very sweet of you Spence thank you.” 

“Will you let me dress you up!” Delilah cut you off before you could even finish. 

“I thought you and Mommy were dressing up?” 

“We are but you could too! What about a cowboy hat and lots of bracelets,” Delilah grinned mischievously. 

“Leave him alone baby, I don’t think he wants to be dressed up,” You said trying to help him out. 

“But- pleaseeee,” Delilah’s eyes shinned with tears, once she had something in her head it was not easy to convince her to let it go. 

“If you want me to dress up I will, am I going as some kind of cowboy?” He asked running the pad of his thumb over her cheek where one tear had fallen. 

“You don’t have to Spence.”

“It’s fine I would do anything for her.”

“Daddy loves me not you!” Delilah stuck her tongue out to you.

“I love both of you,” He replied.

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The day of the concert, Delilah ran into your bedroom as soon as the light began to shine through the curtains. She scrambled onto the bed trying to find a space between you and Spencer. 

“Wake up,” she ‘whispered’, “It’s time to get dressed! Taylor day!!” And that you and Spencer were awake way before 6 am when you had a long day ahead of you.

By 10 am you and Delilah were in your matching outfits which were a pair of cowboy boots, and a blush pink dress as she had said it would make you both look like princesses. You’d finished curling her hair adding in little gems and were about to do your hair while Delilah chose Spencer's outfit. 

“Mommy, what do cowboys wear?” 

“Umm, I don’t think Dada has any ‘cowboy clothes’ baby so maybe pick a t-shirt, a flannel shirt and some jeans?”

“What is a flannel shirt,” Delilah raised an eyebrow, “Also I not a baby I’m princess!”

“Sorry princess. Spence honey can you help her please.”

Spencer opened the closet getting out the things you had listed for him to wear, “Here is this a good enough outfit, Princess Delilah?”

“Hm yep with some face stickers, sparkles and bracelets of course!” She giggled.

Once Spencer was dressed Delilah got to work sticking face gemstones on his cheekbones and forehead before adding some bracelets she made and his cowboy hat. 

“Now we see Mommy for glitter,” She said taking his hand.

When they walked over you were finishing your lipstick and your heart instantly melted at what Spencer had let your daughter do to him. 

“Oh, you both look wonderful!” You laughed kissing Spencer’s cheek lightly, “Are you both ready?”

“Close, me and Daddy need a little bit of sparkle glitter and me want lipstick pwease,” Delilah said climbing onto the make-up stool.

“On it,” You brushed some glitter on his face while whispering an apology to him before turning to Delilah and doing hers. 

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You had picked seats with no one sitting behind you in case you needed to hold Delilah so she could see and so it wasn’t too busy around her for her first time at a concert. 

Spencer left you at your seats to get some bottles of water as it was warm out and he wanted to make sure you stayed hydrated. 

By the time Spencer was back the countdown had started and everyone was cheering loudly. 

Delilah covered her small ears with her hands jogging Spencer’s memory of the ear defenders, he reached into his bag and took them out placing them over her ears gently after she took her hands away. 

“Can you still hear baby?” Spencer asked.

The little girl nodded before pointing, “Yeah but I can’t see Taylor.”

Spencer picked Delilah up placing her on his shoulders and that’s where she remained for the rest of the night unless they took sitting breaks or toilet breaks as it was a long concert. 

As much as Taylor’s performance was incredible and you wanted to watch her as much as possible you couldn’t seem to draw your eyes away from your beautiful daughter and your incredible boyfriend, he was the most wonderful dad ever to her. 

Occasionally Delilah would come down from his shoulders and ask both of you to dance with her in the small space you had between your seats.

At one point during the concert, you began filming Delilah and Spencer dancing with each other when you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

You turned your head to see a woman smiling at the three of you. 

“He is an excellent father,” she said. 

“He is, he’s amazing,” You replied, you were glad you caught that on the video you were taking to show to Spencer later or when he was in one of his spells having doubts about being a good dad.

“When are you having your next?” 

“Oh, I’m not sure, I don’t know if we are having any more yet.”

The woman nods at her, “Well I hope you enjoy the rest of your night.”

“Thank you, you as well,” you said to her before wrapping your arms around Spencer’s waist. 

“Are you having fun sweetheart?” He asked, running his hand over your arm. 

“Of course, so much fun! I love watching you and Delilah dancing.” 

Spencer laughs, “She’s going to be shattered by the end of the concert.” 

“Shame she’s getting too heavy for me to carry,” you giggled.

“You're definitely strong enough to carry her, but you know I will.” 

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And just as Spencer had predicted by the time you were leaving the venue Delilah was whining saying she was tired and when you were in the queue to get the subway back to the car park she was already in Spencer's arms sleeping against his chest. 

The both of you sat in the free seats on the subway which were opposite each other, Delilah was cuddled up to Spencer on his lap. It made your heart swell seeing how she had her head rested against his chest and her hand was fisted holding onto his shirt while the bracelets that were too big for her wrists rolled down her wrists.

Spencer placed a soft kiss on the top of Delilah’s head before stroking her hair to comfort her around the loud noise of the subway and crowds of people, hoping the noises combined wouldn’t wake her.

You snapped a few pictures of them together before reaching across the aisle to hold his hand for a quick moment. 

“Tired?” he mouthed.

“So tired,” You mouthed back. 

“I love you,” He mouthed once again. 

“I love you too.”

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[jellesreid]

Mile high

In which JJ and Elle are interrupted on their day off with a case so they try their chances at relieving their sexual frustration on the jet. (Smut!)

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word count: 1.1k

tags: 18+, mile high club?, interrupted, sex, fingering, clingy Jennifer Jareau, bottom!jj, top!elle, jelle, elle greenaway, jennifer jareau, public sex, inspired by a position on twt, quick, rushed sex, private jet, love, couple, bisexual jennifer jareau, lesbian elle greenaway, smut, small bit of fluff, porn without much plot. mentions of spencer reid, derek morgan and aaron hotchner in the story

warning: 18+, fingering, sexual content, making out.

notes: i wrote this ages ago so idk how good it is but i hope you enjoy!

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The next case they had was in Los Angeles, it’s was a pretty classic case of the unsub murdering women and leaving them in alleys, they’d seen it countless times which honestly made both Elle and JJ more irritated about having to come in.

Hotch had called at 10 am on their day off which already annoyed them but what frustrated them was when they received the call the two of them were busy, very busy. Elle’s head had been buried deep between JJ’s legs her tongue just about to pick up in pace.

Now they were sat on the private jet for around 5 hours sexually frustrated talking about serial killers once again.

JJ’s fingers skimmed Elle’s thigh under the table causing the older woman's eyes to fall on JJ, neither of them needed to speak any words to each other to know what they were both thinking.

“I need to fix my make-up in the bathroom,” Elle said getting up from the seat and grabbing her bag.

“Oh, me too. I’ll join you,” JJ said following Elle and earning a suspicious glare from Derek.

Elle entered before JJ, the plane bathroom was small but it wasn’t as small as a usual cabin toilet, it was big enough for them both but not a lot of room after that.

As soon as JJ entered and locked the door Elle wrapped her arms around her resting her hands on her ass and pressing her lips to hers.

JJ kissed back for a few seconds but once she felt Elle push her up against the door she pulled back, “Not against the door they’ll hear.”

Elle shrugged, “I don’t think we were exactly discreet anyway.”

“I need you so bad,” JJ leaned back into Elle capturing her lips in a desperate kiss.

Elle manoeuvred their position so JJ was slightly pressed against the sink as they continued to kiss.

The brunette swiftly bit the blonde’s bottom lip swiping her tongue over it after. JJ knew that meant she wanted to slip her tongue in it was one of Elle’s signature moves when they made out.

JJ had her arms wrapped around Elle’s waist and her hands slipped up Elle’s shirt her fingertips caressing the skin on her back.

“I won’t be happy if I’m interrupted again,” Elle mumbled against JJ’s lips.

“I doubt you will be, they are talking the case,” JJ said connecting their lips once again.

Elle unbuttoned the first three buttons of JJ’s shirt and pulled it off her shoulder attaching her lips to the side of her neck on her pulse point first.

JJ bit her lip to silence her moans as Elle trailed the kisses along her neck to her collarbone lightly biting her.

“You’re taking too long they’re going to wonder what we are doing,” JJ whispered.

“Are you complaining?” Elle lifted her head so her eyes met JJ’s as she raised her eyebrows.

“No, definitely not,” JJ put her hands against the sink to steady herself.

“Good,” Elle smirked holding eye contact with JJ while she undone the button on her pants.

Elle slid her hand inside the pants running her fingers along the length of the damp underwear.

JJ’s breath hitched, “No teasing Elle.”

“Okay baby,” usually she wouldn’t give in so easily but she knew they didn’t have much time.

Elle pulled her hand out and slipped it back in under her underwear. She cupped JJ with her hand only her fingertips dipping inside her folds.

JJ let out a quiet breathily sigh at the feeling of Elle’s touch, she was a little embarrassed at how desperate she was in all honestly.

Elle dipped her middle finger inside of her slowly moving it in and out of her girlfriend.

“Another?” The brunette asked her.

“Yes. Please,” JJ hummed.

Elle complied slipping her index finger inside the warmth to join her middle one.

She gave the younger woman a minute to adjust to both of them being inside of her before picking up the pace moving them in and out of her quickly.

Elle kept her eyes fixated on JJ the entire time. She loved watching as the blonde's mouth fell open and her hands gripped the sink behind her harder however she knew that JJ’s mouth being open would blow their cover rather fast.

Elle covered JJ’s mouth with her spare hand as the base of her palm nudged into JJ’s clit harder the deeper she went inside her with her fingers.

Just as she felt she was getting somewhere with JJ she was snapped out of her concentration by a knock on the bathroom door.

JJ’s eyes snapped open and Elle stilled her fingers inside of her, “Who is that?” JJ whispered to her girlfriend.

Elle cleared her throat, “Yes?”

“It’s Spencer are you guys done?”

“No, I barely look any better yet,” Elle replied.

“I really need to use the toilet,” Spencer said.

“Hold it?” Elle replied with a slightly annoyed tone earning a playful slap on her shoulder from JJ.

“I have been, you guys can finish up after please,” Spencer was practically begging.

Elle groaned, “Give us a minute to finish my lipstick and put our stuff away.”

“Okay be quick,” Spencer moved and sat on the chair closest to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry honey,” Elle pushed a strand of hair from JJ’s face, “I’m going to take my fingers out okay?”

JJ frowned, “I guess we have no other choice.”

The shorter woman whimpered as Elle rubbed circles with her thumb against her clit as she pulled her fingers out of her.

“Pee while I wash my hands,” Elle said turning on the tap.

“What are you doing?” Spencer called through the door.

“Sorry, Spence I spilt something one minute,” Elle called back as she washed her hands.

JJ locked her fingers with Elle as the older woman unlocked the bathroom door and walked out.

The two of them sat on the sofa a fair distance away from the others on the plane.

JJ was clingy, she was leaning up against Elle with a pout on her lips.

“I’m sorry baby,” Elle said again placing a kiss on the side of JJ’s head, “Do you need anything? Tea? Coffee?”

“Not yet,” JJ scooted closer to her despite it almost being impossible to get any closer and whispered to her, “I just feel vulnerable now… or empty maybe and I ache so badly for you.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you in our hotel room tonight I’ll give you anything you want,” Elle ran her fingers along JJ’s back.

“Really even if we are interrupted again?”

Elle nodded, “Trust me nothing will stop me. Now how about that tea?”

“And a sandwich?” JJ looked at her with big blue puppy dog eyes.

“Of course, my love,” Elle stepped just behind her to the kitchenette switching the kettle on and buttering the bread.

“Here,” Elle handed JJ the finger sandwiches and mug of tea and sat next to her with the same.

“Peanut butter?” JJ asked hopefully.

“Yes peanut butter baby.”

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[jellesreid]

Inexperienced

In which Spencer mentions to his girlfriend a conversion he and Derek had about sex that leads to Spencer’s first time with reader. (smut!)

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word count: 2.1k

tags: early seasons Spencer, inexperienced Spencer, glasses Spencer, love, couple, first time, sex, oral sex, blow job, male receiving, fingering, fem reader, small plot, porn without much plot, aftercare, cuddling, falling asleep together, sharing clothes, Spencer turned on by you in his clothes, pulling hair, messy, talking through it, small praise kink

warnings: 18+ SMUT! Oral sex (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), Spencer finishes in reader’s face.

notes: I think this is the first time i’ve ever written a blow job so if it’s bad i’m so sorry. Hope you horny people enjoy.

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Your legs were draped across Spencer’s lap as he ran a hand up and down them unconsciously as you were both engrossed in a crime documentary. 

“Morgan and I got into a conversation about umm oral sex today. He asked me how my first experience was,” Spencer said without looking away from the TV and stuttering slightly about what terminology to use that would be less crude. 

“Giving or receiving?” You replied wanting to know where this was going.

“Receiving.” 

“So you were discussing blow jobs,” You asked. 

“I suppose yes,” Spencer said, his face going a bit red.

“And how was your first one?” You asked. 

“That’s the thing… I haven’t had one before.”

You looked over at him, “Never?” 

“Never, I told you on our third date that I was a virgin,” Spencer said finally looking at you. 

“Yes, but I didn’t know that included those kinds of things. You’ve never had anything or done anything to anyone?” 

“Nope, nothing.”

“Are you curious? I don’t need us to have sex by the way I’m fine without it. I’m just checking in to see where you’re at,” You gave him a comforting smile. 

“That’s what I wanted to talk about.”

“Okay,” You paused the TV, “take your time.”

“I think I’d like to try it?” Spencer said but it sounded more like a question.

“You’d like me to give you a blow job?” 

Spencer coughed awkwardly, “Yes…please, only if you’re comfortable of course. And I would like to do something for you.”

“I’m comfortable, Spence, I’d be more than happy to do that for you. What would you like to do to me?”

“I’m not sure,” He bit the inside of his mouth.

“That’s okay, We can start with you. Did you want to do it now?” You asked.

“Maybe later tonight if you’re staying over?” The man had a hopeful smile on his face. 

“Of course, I’ll stay you know I adore waking up next to you .”

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“Are you tired?” Spencer asked as you began to undress for bed.

“A little,” You said, pulling one of his oversized t-shirts over your almost naked body.

“Okay that’s fine,” He said back fiddling with the page of his book. 

“Did you want something, Spence? We need to get this communication thing right and to do that you have to speak to me.”

“I know, I was just wondering if you wanted to do it now,” He asked shyly.

“Do what?” You seemed confused before remembering your conversation from earlier, “Ohhhh, you want a blow job now.”

“Umm,” he rubbed his neck, “Yes, you’re really pretty and you look good in my shirt…”

“You’re turned on by me wearing your clothes?” 

“Well yes, you look good in my clothes.”

You grabbed a hair tie from the bedside table on the side you slept on and pulled your hair back into a quick messy ponytail. 

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked his voice cracking towards the end.

“Putting my hair up so it doesn’t get in the way.”

“You’re actually gonna-“

“Spence if you want this then I want to do it,” You reminded him.

“Okay,.. uhh yeah I want it.”

“Do you want to take my shirt off?” 

Spencer nodded his head quickly already reaching out toward you. You moved closer to him until his hands made contact with the hem of your shirt. 

He took his time lifting your shirt off slowly while your hands rested on the waistband of his checked pyjama bottoms. 

Once your shirt was fully off his eyes were glued to your breasts while his fingers gently brushed against each swell.

“You’ve seen them before baby,” You giggled, you always enjoyed how he touched your chest and you couldn’t wait for him to finally touch you in other places.

“I know but they’re beautiful,” He massaged your nipples with his thumbs. 

“Can you take your pants off?” Spencer obeyed you almost immediately getting up from the bed and removing them.

He took his boxers off not even a second later. His cheeks flushed a light pink at how hard his dick was as it sprung out of the boxers, “Sorry.”

“What are you sorry for? Come here.” 

Spencer took a couple of steps to reach the bed where he was now standing in front of you. You knelt on the bed reaching your neck up and placing a kiss on his lips, “You’re perfect.”

“Thank you,” He replied in a timid tone. 

“Sit,” You pat a spot on the bed before standing up. 

Spencer once again obliged as you got on your knees in front of him, “Are you okay?” You checked in with him. 

“Yeah, I think so, are you?” 

“Yes babe I’m good,” He was the sweetest man ever of course you knew he would check on you too despite knowing you’d done this more than once, “Don’t hold back with anything, I like having my hair pulled.”

Spencer’s eyes widened a little, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Are you ready?” 

Spencer nodded before your lips met the tip of his dick. You left a small kiss there, his pre cum spreading onto your lips. 

You heard him whimper as your mouth closed around him. 

After just one suck, Spencer was taking deep breaths, moans leaving his mouth every time he opened it. 

“Oh my god,” He managed through breaths.

You placed your hands on his thighs taking him deep and sucking harder. One of his hands was firmly gripped the edge of the bed while the other had made its way to your hair which he pulled but only lightly. 

You hummed before swirling your tongue around the tip and licking up the underside. 

“Fuck, I don’t think I can hold it,” He groaned but that only egged you on more. 

“I can’t-“ He cut himself off with a moan as you swirled your tongue faster. 

His dick twitched inside your mouth indicating he was close and just as you were sure he was about to cum in your mouth he pulled out of your mouth as he orgasmed. His cum going over your face and breasts.

“Spencer!”

“Oh my god, I'm so so sorry that wasn’t meant to happen.” 

“Why didn’t you finish in my mouth? Now I’m messy,” You groaned, you didn’t want to make too much of a deal out of it because you didn’t want him to feel bad. 

“I didn’t know if you’d want that…”

“Of course, I didn’t really want it over my face,” You reached for the tissue box on the bedside table. 

“Did you know semen actually has many health benefits, especially for the skin? Some people believe it helps with ageing and acne but there is no scientific proof to support it,” Spencer rambled between breaths.

“Are you saying I have bad skin?” You laughed.

“What no! Of course not.”

“I’m teasing honey, next time please just finish in my mouth,” You got up from your knees climbing up onto the bed and laying on her side of the bed beside him.

“Can I still… You know, do you?” He asked after nodding in response.

“Now?”

“Please?” 

“If you want to, I don’t want you to feel like you have to though,” You ran your fingertips over his arm.

“I don’t feel like I have to I just want to do it.” 

Spencer started moving so you bent your knees and opened them to make some room in front of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” He said running his thumb from your hip to the top of your low-rise black lace underwear.

“Thanks, baby,” You reached a hand out running your fingers through it.

“Can I take those off?” He asked rubbing the waistband of the panties.

“Yes, whenever you like,” You smiled, biting your lip, you had thought about this for a while, his hands were one of your favourite things about him just from the way he held you or even from the way he tracked the page when he read so you knew after this you’d like them a lot more.

He pulled the underwear off throwing them to the floor. He rested his hands on the apex of both of your thighs opening them a little more. 

“What do you want me to do next?” He asked before placing some kisses on your lips,

“Touch me… please.”

Spencer ran one of his thumbs over your folds from the entrance and upwards but stopped before reaching your clit, “Like this?”

“Uh huh,” You squirmed in your place on the bed making Spencer’s grip tighten on your thigh. 

He moved his thumb away but immediately replaced it with his middle and ring finger making the same motion as before.

His two fingers grazed your clit, pushing down on it lightly, “How do you like it?” 

“Anyway,” You groaned.

“Circular motion?” 

You nodded, “Yes, uh huh.”

He started with slow circles but gradually got faster and harder with it as his confidence grew.

You moaned, “Yes! Spence. Inside please!”

Spencer slid two of his fingers into you stretching you apart.

“Spencer! Slow ow,” Your eyes widened.

He removed them, “Sorry! I got too confident.”

“It’s okay you were doing so well, just start with one I’ll tell you when I’m ready for two.”

Spencer spread your wetness around your folds coating his fingers in it, “Ready?” 

“Yes.”

He slid one finger inside of you, moving it in and out slowly to help you adjust, the tip nudging your G-spot when he pushed in.

“Add another one!” You panted through moans.

Spencer did as you wished pushing it inside. Stilling both fingers for a moment until you were ready to have him move them. 

The feeling of his fingers being buried in your warm walls was something he could get addicted to easily. He could also get addicted to the way your face contorted with pleasure when he hit the right spots. 

“Move, please,” Your eyes fluttered shut as you spoke. 

Spencer moved his fingers slowly until he found your G-spot. Your moans gave him the confidence he needed to speed up.

Once he added his thumb into the mix using it to rub circles on your clit while still stroking the spot inside of you, your moans got louder and you helped him by moving your hips to ride his fingers.

“I’m so close baby,” You groaned between breaths.

Spencer felt your walls tighten around his fingers as he moved them in a hooking motion sticking to the same pace though he remembered reading something about women not needing a man to go faster when they are close but to stick to exactly what they’re doing.

“Spence!” You called out before sucking in a deep breath as you came around his fingers. 

He knew not to remove his fingers immediately so he slowly pumped them in and out to help you through your orgasm until you got your breath back.

Once your eyes opened and your breaths had regulated he gently pulled his fingers out of you earning a whine from you at the loss.

Spencer inspected his glistening fingers and blushed, “Did I do good?”

“Oh so good babe, really good,” You propped yourself up on your elbows to kiss him.

“Can I try it?” He nodded his head towards his fingers.

“If you want to?”

Spencer cleaned his fingers off in his mouth, groaning at the taste, “You taste amazing, I can’t wait to do that again. You’re so beautiful like this, sweat glistening on your skin, messy hair, your eyes sparkling.”

“Stop,” You blushed, “I love you.”

“I love you too, but you should probably go to the bathroom to help reduce the risk of a UTI and then we should try to get some sleep,” He said stroking the side of your hair.

“I know honey, just give me a second.”

Eventually, you left the bed to go and everything you needed before you went to sleep. 

When you came back into the bedroom Spencer was lying in bed without his shirt on and the main light off. 

“I like your hair when you actually wash it,” You joked getting in the bed next to him. 

“I always wash it! I just put gel in for work, it looks more professional,” he scrunched his nose as the bridge of his glasses fell down. 

“It looks greasy honey,” You kissed the side of his head. 

“I’ll put less in,” He groaned, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into the crook of your neck, “Goodnight,” He left a kiss near your collarbone, “Thank you for tonight.”

“You don’t have to thank me, I love you, sleep well,” You kissed the top of his head and waited for him to fall asleep before you did.

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[jellesreid]

Bun in the Oven

In which Spencer’s influencer girlfriend announced her pregnancy (Fluff!) Soon to be dad Spencer x influencer soon to be mom reader

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word count: 1.8k

tags: dad!spencer, mom!reader, pregnant reader, influencer reader, Instagram, pregnancy reveal, pregnancy announcement, couple, in love, relationship, BAU, behavioural analysis unit, girl mom, gathering, party, family, friends, aesthetic, Elle greenaway, Jennifer jareau, jelle, Penelope Garcia.

warnings: none! fluffyyyy

notes: I have changed my layout I usually use a GIF but I am running out lol. There will probably be a part 2 to this. I hope you enjoy!

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You and Spencer had kept your relationship a secret from his friends for a couple of months when you started dating but the secrecy didn’t last long because of your large following on social media.

While your fans couldn’t tell who Spencer was based on the pictures you had posted, his friends specifically Penelope and Elle who were apparently pretty big fans of yours didn’t take long to figure out that you were Spencer’s secret girlfriend and he was their favourite influencers mystery boyfriend.

You still hadn’t posted anything with Spencer’s face in or tagged him in anything partly because he only made an Instagram account solely to look at your pictures and follow a select few members of the BAU team.

When you met Spencer it wasn’t exactly a coincidence, you had seen Elle’s Instagram come up on your explore page before, and after a quick look at her feed, you’d seen a picture of Spencer at a coffee shop you visited occasionally.

You became a regular at that coffee shop, the green tea and strawberry matcha were both exceptionally nice and seeing the brown puppy-eyed FBI agent was a bonus of the trips.

After realising, that despite you both locking eyes each time you saw each other, he wasn’t going to be the one that made the first move. You sat at his table one day while he was lost in a sudoku puzzle. Now you had been dating for close to three years, and neither of you could be happier.

“Oh my god!” Penelope shrieked from her tech den, “Elle!”

Elle rounded the corner standing in the doorway hand in hand with JJ, “What is it? It’s only,” Elle looked down at her watch, “8:25 in the morning.”

“Did you see her post!” Penelope still spoke at a high volume that really wasn’t needed for this early in the morning.

“Whose?” JJ asked her eyebrows knitted together.

“Y/N’s! Look,” Penelope ushered them in with the motion of her hand signalling for them to come closer.

On the screen in front of her was your most recent Instagram post.

Elle covered her mouth with her hands after she let out a small gasp.

“No way! That’s great,” JJ exclaimed happily.

“He’s going to be the best dad!” Penelope started, “And obviously she’s going to be the best mom.”

“Spence is so great with kids,” Elle smiled widely.

“He’s great with Henry, Micheal and Isabelle,” JJ said quickly getting up a picture from a day when Spencer babysat for her and Elle.

“And Jack,” Elle added.

When they heard Spencer’s voice coming from the bullpen they were quick to call him in at the same time.

“Ladies,” Spencer said when he reached the doorway with a coffee in his hand.

“When were you going to tell us!” Penelope shouted at him.

“Tell you what?” Spencer said flustered trying not to let his face show that he had a secret.

“That Y/N is pregnant, that you’re going to be a dad?” Elle said.

“How did you know?” Spencer asked rubbing the back of his neck.

“Instagram duh,” Penelope rolled her eyes.

Spencer groaned, “She was supposed to mute you, apparently that’s something on Instagram. We had something planned.”

“Oh,” Elle frowned slightly.

“I’m sorry for ruining it,” Penelope pouted.

“There’s a gathering at our place on Friday, Please act surprised when she tells you and please stop anyone else from finding out,” Spencer pleaded with her.

“On it,” Penelope said as she started taping at her keyboard at the speed of light.

Luckily Friday came with no one else finding out. Everyone was at yours and Spencer’s apartment, you had decided that while you both had enough money you wanted to wait until you were engaged before buying a house, the apartment was large enough for three by all means.

Spencer had his arms wrapped around your waist and his hands rested on your stomach almost immediately after you had revealed the news to his co-workers.

They were all delighted that you were pregnant although you could tell by Penelope’s not-so-ecstatic reaction that she already knew, that’s when you remembered you forgot to mute them from your Instagram.

“Baby I messed up,” You turned and pouted at Spencer.

“What’s wrong angel?” Spencer asked moving one of his hands to play with the ends of your hair.

“I didn’t mute them from my Instagram, they already knew. I should have just waited to tell people I ruined it,” You frowned with tears in your eyes. It really wasn’t as big a deal as you were making it to be right now but it was most likely the hormones.

“It’s okay darling,” Spencer kissed the top of your head, “I’ll admit, I knew Penelope, Elle and JJ knew but I promise they were the only ones and I made sure no one else found out.”

“Why didn't you tell me they knew!” You folded your arms.

“Because I knew how excited you were about surprising everyone and I didn’t want to ruin that for you.”

You groaned, “You’re such a good boyfriend I can’t even be mad.”

“Well thank goodness because I don’t want you to be mad at me,” Spencer laughed, his hands returning to your stomach.

“You can’t even tell in most clothes yet,” You stated.

“That’s true but I know our baby is there.”

Penelope came skipping toward you both, “Stop hogging her Spencer, we need girl time.”

“I’m just taking care of her,” Spencer looked into your eyes with love.

“Boring, you can do that later we need to gossip,” Penelope took your hand and dragged you towards the kitchen where Elle was.

As soon as the door was closed Penelope started playing rapid fire with her questions, “When are you and Spencer getting married? Do you want a boy or a girl? Oh, who cares either it will be gorgeous. Ooo when are you telling your fans who Spencer is?”

“Okay,” You laugh, “What happened to one question at a time?”

“You’ll have to excuse her she’s a little crazy,” Elle laughed pulling you into a hug, “Congratulations.”

“Thank you, um the questions so… I’m not sure we will get married when we are ready, I would love a daughter of course but I would also love to have a boy. Spencer thinks it’s a girl based on my bump. I don’t have a plan on telling my fans who Spence is I don’t think it’s important and as you both already know keeping a low profile is important for FBI agents.”

Elle nods, “All valid points, I don’t think Spencer would want to be on social media like that.”

“You’re right,” Penelope said.

You nodded picking up a piece of chocolate cake from the tray on the counter.

“You’re going to be the best and hottest parents ever,” Penelope squealed.

“Thank you,” You said sitting down on one of the seats at the breakfast bar, “I’m so tired.”

“Have you not been sleeping well?” Elle asked concerned.

“I get a little nausea at night and it’s definitely worse when I’m worrying about Spence too I’m just thankful he has been teaching and hasn’t gone on as many cases lately.”

Elle frowned and rubbed your back, “I get it, it’s a demanding job but if you speak to Spencer I’m sure he’ll think of something, like doing more case files at home instead.”

“I’m going to get Spencer,” Penelope said.

“No you don’t have to,” You started but by the time you finished the words Penelope had left the kitchen.

Penelope came back into the kitchen with Spencer following behind her with a worried look covering his face making the wrinkles in his forehead more prominent.

“What’s wrong darling?” He asked.

“I’m just tired.”

“You need to rest I’ll wrap things up and then we will rest together sweetheart. How does that sound?” Spencer kissed your head.

“It sounds good but I feel bad they haven’t been here long and they are your friends,” you frowned.

“Honey, I don’t care if they had only just walked through the door, if you’re not up to it they can leave,” He rubbed your back lovingly.

“I just want hugs,” You whispered but loud enough for him to hear and the two women in the room to go ‘Awww.’

“Come here,” Spencer helped you up from the chair and instantly wrapped his arms around you.

“I need to do my Instagram post,” You groaned into his neck as you looked at the clock on the kitchen wall.

“Let’s sit on the sofa, we can choose some pictures together,” He locked his fingers with yours as you walked into the living room together.

JJ spotted Elle across the room and made her way over to her wife, “She looks exhausted.”

“She is, she feels bad about everyone having to leave though,” Elle said wrapping her arms around JJ’s waist.

You rested your head on Spencer’s shoulder as you scrolled through your camera roll.

“How about that one, you look gorgeous,” Spencer kissed the side of your head before his phone dinged with a message. He took his phone out of his pocket and read the message from JJ that said ‘Elle and I will start asking people to leave :)’ Spencer smiled and liked the message and put it away before you could see.

“Hm, maybe. I want one of us though.”

“I think some of us are going to head out now, we have the kids to pick up,” JJ told the pair after making her way around the small group of people there.

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“Yeah, we can all hang out another day, and get some rest. I’ll send you some pictures of Isabella at her school show tonight,” JJ leaned down and hugged you.

“Oh please do!” You exclaimed, “Bye guys, I hope you had fun, sorry I wasn’t much fun to be around.”

Elle kissed the top of your head, “You were fine, we understand, have a nap.”

“It was still fun, you’re always fun, we love you guys,” Penelope said heading towards the door with Derek after he said goodbye to you and Spencer.

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“Have you chosen the pictures yet honey?” Spencer asked bringing two cups of peppermint tea into the living room.

“Yep and posted, I think you’ll like them,” You smiled, snuggling closer to him as he picked up his phone to look at your post.

“Do you ever read the comments?” He asked after leaving his own comment on the post.

“Sometimes, I like a few of the comments but people can be mean and there’s always people speculating who you are.”

“You know you can mention me, I wouldn’t mind. My account is private and I’d never have my full name on there so it’s mostly safe,” Spencer looked at a couple of comments with his phone in one hand and his other hand rested on your stomach.

“Really?” You asked excitedly already picking up your phone to tag him in the picture.

Spencer nodded, giving you a soft kiss on your lips, “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

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[jellesreid]

Reunion of the heart: pt2

Pt2 of Reunion of the Heart in which JJ and Elle tell JJ’s kids about them being a couple and then there’s a time jump to their life as a married couple.

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word count: 5.1k

tags: Bisexual Jennifer Jareau, Lesbian Elle Greenaway, Mom JJ, Mom Elle, Dad spencer reid, step mom Maeve, marriage, living together, coming out, lawyer, FBI agent, love, pets, proposing, family, married life, wlw, fem for fem, life with kids time jumps.

warnings: mentions of past sexual assault

notes: guys i’m so so sorry it took me so long to post this part 2 but I really hope you enjoy and appreciate any like and comments!

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Four months into their relationship, JJ thought it would finally be the right time to tell Henry and Micheal about her and Elle. Micheal was probably too young to understand but she wanted them to know now that Elle had moved closer and would be spending more time with them.

Their relationship was going really well and they tried to talk on the phone at least once a day unless they both had busy cases they were working on. Over the past few months, JJ had also built a strong connection with Alya and they often texted multiple times during the week.

Elle's phone screen lit up, it was JJ calling, she had taken the week off work to visit her girlfriend but she was on a case in California and wouldn’t be back at least until tomorrow or the next day so that resulted in Elle staying in bed, she had things to do but she was lacking motivation.

She answered the call placing it on the bedside table, “Hi baby,” she mumbled sleepily.

“Hi babe, are you in bed?” JJ checked her watch to work out the time there.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling it today i miss you.”

“I miss you too but I called to tell you we are now getting on the jet so I’ll be back by tomorrow. Also, I was thinking about telling the boys.”

“I’ll be there as soon as you’re back. Are you sure you’re ready to tell them?” Elle didn’t want her to feel pressured.

“More than ready. Do you think it’s something we should do together?” JJ asked.

“I'd like more than anything to do it together but you’re their mother, how you tell them is your decision.”

“I’ll wait until we are together, maybe we could tell them over dinner tomorrow? Do you think you will get there before then?”

“Mhm, I took the whole week off work,” Elle smiled more when she was on the phone to JJ, hearing her voice made her so much happier.

“You did? I thought it was just a couple of days?” JJ said surprised.

“Surprise! It wasn’t all for you though sorry honey, I’m going through some procrastination and motivation issues right now too taking a break will help me.”

“Oh baby, I’m sorry I wish I could help with that. What about Alya and school? Is she staying home on her own?” JJ asked rather worried.

“I spoke with her teachers she’s already ahead of all her classes, AP classes included so as long as she gets the work done she can do it from yours, or Spencer’s.”

“Oh great! AP too? Wow,” JJ laughed.

Elle hummed, “Someone took her father’s genius gene.”

“Honey you sound off, are you sure you want to come?” The blonde tone was laced with concern and Elle could tell.

“Of course, I’m fine, I just miss you and I wish I was doing some work right now but I’m really stuck with it, I need some kind of lawyer breakthrough and I’m hoping it will happen when I’m back with you,” Elle explained.

“I wish I could kiss you through the phone.”

“Me too, that would give me motivation,” Elle laughed.

“I’ll give you so many kisses when I see you,” JJ paused and Elle could faintly hear another voice in the background saying they needed to board the plane, “I’ve got to go.”

“I heard,” Elle frowned, “Stay safe my love, I’ll be packing after I pick Alya up. I love you, so much,” Elle said into the phone.

“I love you more baby,” JJ blew a kiss into the phone speaker before she ended the call.

The call from JJ had given the brunette enough energy to get out of bed and re-pack things she had taken out of her suitcase when her trip to see JJ was delayed.

She went into her daughter’s room to make sure she had almost everything packed up so they could finish anything tonight and leave tomorrow morning.

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JJ boarded the plane after hanging up the phone with Elle a smile still playing on her lips.

“Elle?” Spencer asked when they were sat down.

“Yeah, she was telling me how good Alya is doing at school,” JJ smiled.

“I know my smart girl is doing so well,” Spencer beamed talking about his daughter. He really did love her so much.

“How are you and Elle doing?” Derek asked turning to JJ.

“Really well, We are telling Henry and Micheal about us tomorrow,” JJ smiled widely.

“How do you think they will take it? They are only young,” Emily joined into the conversation.

“They love Elle, they either won’t understand or they’ll be really happy I would think but I’m not nervous about it.”

“Well, I hope it goes well,” Emily smiles.

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“Mom, are you okay?” Alya asked Elle when she zoned out for the 5th time while driving nearly missing the red light.

“Yeah sorry honey,” Elle braked firmly.

“That’s the fifth time mom, pull over if you’re distracted.”

“It’s just a case I’m thinking about, let’s talk instead. Is there anyone at school you’re interested in?” Elle teased now focusing on the road.

“Ew no, Dad told me how many germs you contract just by shaking someone’s hand, imagine that figure if you hug or kiss someone,” Alya scrunched her nose.

Elle laughed, “Well that’s one way to do it.”

“Do what?” Alya turned her head to look at her mom tilting her head.

“To make sure you don’t date until you’re about… 30 I think we agreed on,” Elle smiled.

“Fine by me,” She shrugged, “How much further?”

“About twenty minutes.”

“Are you happy that you’re going to be back with JJ?”

“The happiest I love the weeks I can spend with her,” Elle’s dimples showed with her smile.

“What do you do?”

“We spend time with you, Henry and Micheal as a family, watch movies, take naps, talk about work, help the boys with homework, cuddle, make dinner together,” Elle shrugged.

“I wish they lived with us so you could always be this happy mama,” Alya frowned a little.

“What do you mean? I’m more than happy with just you and me baby.”

“You miss working for the FBI, you miss the people there too. You miss JJ when she isn’t around your eyes lose the happy sparkle of love, You feel bad about the time I’m not spending with Dad and something is bothering you so much with a case at work that you’ve fallen into a depressive state the last few days,” Alya listed one thing after another not stopping at her mom's jaw-dropping halfway through her statement.

Elle looked at her rather impressed, “I guess this is what I get for giving you two sets of profiler genes,” she paused, “I’m not ready to talk about work with you, the case is personal to me and it’s something I’m not ready to tell my daughter. You’re right I miss all the things you told me I miss but leaving the FBI was my fault I have to deal with those consequences plus I don’t want to leave you alone countless times a month you need a stable parent and I’ve built up this law firm I can’t just abandon it for something that wouldn’t work out.”

“Mama.. did something happen to you?” Alya asked concerned.

“I’m fine baby it was a long time ago,” Elle pulled up outside Spencer’s, “Let me know when you want to stay at Jay’s we will set your room up.”

“Okay Mommy, I love you,” Alya leaned over the console to hug her.

“I love you too baby have fun with your dad,” Elle kissed her daughter’s head just before she got out of the car.

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Elle unlocked the front door of JJ’s house, it was only 6:45 am so she knew both her girlfriend and her sons would be asleep in bed, she couldn’t wait to get up the stairs to surprise her girlfriend in bed with the bouquet of pink tulips, they weren’t her girlfriends favourite but they were a close second.

Elle left her suitcase in the hallway not wanting to bang around trying to get it upstairs the last thing she wanted was to wake the boys up when they had to be up soon for school. She crept up the stairs flowers in hand, walked to the end of the corridor and slowly pushed the bedroom door open but her girlfriend was already awake.

“Babe, what are you doing awake?” Elle pouted.

“I sensed you, get into bed, I’ve missed you,” JJ created a space for Elle. When the older woman wasn’t there she slept in the middle of the bed so it didn’t feel like she was missing her beside her.

“Where should I put the flowers?” Elle asked.

JJ rubbed her eyes to take a better look, “Aw babe I didn’t notice that thank you, I love you. Just leave them on the side they will be fine without water for an hour.”

“I love you too Jay,” Elle said putting the flowers on the side and getting into bed with her.

JJ immediately snuggled up to her, “Alya messaged me.”

“Saying?”

“To distract you from whatever you’ve been thinking about,” JJ ran her thumb across Elle’s bottom lip.

“I wish you could but I don’t think you can,” Elle sighed.

“Then tell me about it so it isn’t consuming your brain,” JJ ran her fingers all over Elle she wanted to touch her everywhere.

Elle's eyes closed, “In college, I was sexually assaulted… um by a guy I was friends with, turns out I wasn’t the only person he did it to, one of the girls he choked to death. It was an accident but at least that gave him a longer prison sentence he probably wouldn’t have gotten that long for sexual assault. He is being re-tried for the murder and his case was sent to me to be his defence attorney.”

“Baby open your eyes, you’re okay I’m here,” JJ rubbed her hand up and down her back, “You’re obviously not taking his case no way but I’m sorry he did that to you I really am,” JJ frowned.

A tear fell from Elles's eye, “Alya keeps asking questions but I don’t want her to know, I wasn’t strong that night, I don’t want her to think I’m weak. What if I don’t take the case and he gets out, I don’t want him out he deserves to be there forever.”

“I know baby I’m sorry,” JJ kissed her forehead, “I’ll see if I can sort it, try and get some sleep.”

Elle fell asleep quickly wrapped in JJ’s arms.

After school, the boys had swimming club which gave Elle just enough time to start dinner, every time she stayed over she liked to cook for them and since they were telling the boys about their relationship tonight she thought it would be the perfect night to surprise them.

When they arrived home the boys ran into the kitchen with JJ following not far behind.

“Mmm, what are you cooking?” JJ asked standing behind Elle wrapping an arm around her waist without the boys seeing.

“Lasagna, I was going to make a Cuban dish my mom made sometimes but I felt Italian would be better for the boys,” Elle said stroking the top of JJ’s hand.

“Hm, you’re probably right about that but I’d love for you to make the dish sometime.”

“Mom how long till dinner!” Henry asked standing on the kitchen chair.

“Henry get down from there you’ll hurt yourself. Not long.”

“Elle, what making?” Micheal asked hugging the side of her leg.

“I’m making dinner for you and your brother,” Elle stroked Michael’s hair.

Micheal loved Elle, every time she was over he was attached to her side, he would beg her to play dinosaurs and watch movies and read him bedtime stories.

The four of them ate dinner together and just as Henry was about to get up and go back to his bedroom JJ stopped him.

“I have something I want to tell you, boys,” she started.

“What is it, mommy?” Micheal asked.

“So you both know Elle comes here as often as she can and when she does she stays for the week, it’s because we have been seeing each other,” JJ said.

“We’ve been seeing her too silly mommy,” Henry added.

“Right, I mean Elle and I are dating, we love each other,” JJ tried to explain it simply.

“Elle, is mommy too?” Micheal asked.

“Not exactly, Elle is mommy’s girlfriend.”

“I love Elle but we have a daddy I love daddy too,” Henry said with a frown.

“I love daddy, I’ll always love him but he isn’t here anymore Henry, He will always be your daddy that will never change and everyone will always love him but I love Elle too.”

“And you love mommy?” Henry asked Elle.

“Yes, I love her a lot.”

“Can Lya be my sister?” He asked.

“I suppose,” Elle laughs.

“Kay I’m fine with it,” Henry smiles.

“What about you Micheal?” JJ asked to include the young boy even though he was most likely confused.

“Elle can move in!” Micheal said enthusiastically nodding his head.

“That will do,” JJ laughed and Elle joined her.

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2 years later

Elle and Alya moved in with JJ and the boys around the time of the women’s first anniversary and they had gotten engaged a few months ago on their 2nd anniversary together.

The family had grown a lot closer since moving in together often on days off JJ spent time with Alya and Elle spent time with the boys or they spent time all together. Elle still ran the law firm in DC but she only went to the office a maximum of two days a week she enjoyed working at home a lot more especially since one day a week she was able to join JJ at work and help out.

JJ had kissed Elle goodbye and whispered to her that she loved her at 4 am that morning, Elle had heard and responded but when she woke up without JJ by her side she always panicked a little however in her space today was Micheal, if he heard JJ leaving for work he would often join Elle in bed so she wouldn’t feel lonely.

When Micheal saw Elle open her eyes he placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek, “Hi mama.”

Elle kissed the blonde waves on the top of his head, “Morning baby.”

“Breakfast time? Dinosaur pancakes?” He gave her puppy dog eyes.

Elle nodded, “Yeah I’ll make them, Can you see if your brother is awake please?” She looked over at the clock as Micheal scrambled out of the bed.

The brunette wrapped a robe around herself before going to her daughter’s room. She knocked softly on the door, “Lya are you up?”

Alya opened the door, “Yeah mama,” she spun around to draw her mom’s attention to show that she was already dressed and had her hair done.

“Pretty honey. Are you getting the bus?”

“No, Dad is picking me up he said I can drive to school,” Alya gave her a toothy grin, ever since she got her learner's permit last month she had been begging both of her parents to let her drive. JJ and Elle had both taken her out a few times separately but if she wanted to drive to school Spencer had to take her.

“He’s not at work?” Elle asked confused.

“No, why?”

Elle shrugged, “Jay left at like 4:30 this morning I assumed there was a case out of town.”

“Do you want me to look at her location?”

“No, I trust her if we didn’t trust each other it wouldn’t be a good relationship.”

“You can want to know where she is and still trust her mom,” Alya pulled out her phone and clicked the app, “Says she’s in the fields, did she go for a run?”

Elle looked at the time on her phone, “She left 3 hours ago.”

“Try calling her?” Alya suggested.

“Can you come downstairs and call while I make the boys pancakes?” Elle asked.

“Yeah, Dad will be here in about 15 by the way,” She read the notification from her phone.

Elle nodded and handed her phone to Alya while they went downstairs together. The teenager called JJ’s number but it had no answer.

Elle bit her lip anxiously as she cracked one of the eggs into the frying pan, “That’s weird, try again.”

Alya called it again but it went to voicemail.

“Okay, um try on your phone.”

Alya did as her mom said and called JJ’s number on her phone, the call rang once before going to voicemail, “Voicemail again, maybe she doesn’t have service.”

“When is your dad going to be here?” Elle said playing with the engagement ring on her finger.

Alya looked at the map to track how far he was, “8 minutes.”

“Okay,” Elle flipped the pancakes but Alya could see she was shaking.

“What’s wrong Mom?”

“Nothing, just worried I’m sure everything is fine though,” She placed the pancakes on two separate plates, “Could you take these to your brothers they can eat upstairs, help Micheal get dressed if he isn’t already.”

“You normally help him, are you really that worried?” Alya frowned.

“Yes I’m that worried, my fiancée left the house at 4 in the morning, her phone is showing up in the fields and she isn’t answering it. She’s an FBI agent it’s a dangerous job.”

“Okay, I’ll help Henry and Micheal, dad is just around the corner,” she said before she went upstairs.

Spencer was about to knock on the door when Elle opened it, “Woah hi, how did you know I was here?” He tried to read the expression on her face it seemed like panic, “What happened?”

“Alya was tracking you, I’m worried about JJ,” Elle let him through the door.

“Why where is she?” Spencer raised an eyebrow.

Elle explained to him everything that happened that morning leaving out no details.

“She didn’t mention going anywhere last night?” Spencer asked sitting down on the sofa and patting the space next to him.

“No, nothing. We watched an episode of some crime documentary and then went to sleep about an hour and a half after that finished.”

“What were you doing in the time before going to bed and finishing the episode?”

“Spence..”

“Oh! Yeah okay sorry. I’m going to take Henry and Micheal to school I want you to call Penelope she might be able to track her better,” Spencer hugged her.

“Okay, don’t tell them anything.”

“Did anyone else see her this morning?” Spencer asked when he remembered he hadn’t asked.

“Micheal maybe? He came into the bedroom not long after she left.”

Spencer nodded, “Call Garcia.”

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When Spencer left with the kids Elle sat back down on the sofa and dialled Penelope’s number. She put her head in her hands while it rang.

“Elle! What can I do for you, sweetheart?” Garcia answered in her usual joyous tone.

“Spence told me to call, JJ is missing? Alya tracked her but her phone was showing as being in a field, I don’t know, is there something you could do, please,” Elle said her voice cracking.

“Oh my god, Elle! Yes, I’m tracking right now 1 second.”

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. JJ’s location last pinged near the car park next to the field where she finishes her runs and it was there for twenty minutes, her cellphone was turned off almost an hour ago, I’m sorry pumpkin.”

“She’s hurt.. or worse, I’m going to be sick.”

“What did your baby daddy say?”

“Just to call you.”

“I can inform the team, wait maybe it’s to do with the stalker unsub he sent her flowers?”

“Excuse me, when did this happen?” Elle asked confused.

“A few weeks ago, Um I’m going to go and try tracking JJ again. I’ll call if I find anything,” Penelope hung up the phone.

Elle sat curled up in a ball waiting for Penelope to call back or Spencer to come back. It was now past 9 am.

Spencer had dropped by once to tell her that JJ’s car wasn’t in the parking lot where she was last tracked anymore.

10 minutes later a car pulled into the driveway and the front door opened.

“Spence?” Elle called out.

“No it’s me, babe,” JJ answered.

Elle got up from the sofa and walked toward the door, “Jennifer Jareau,” Elle scolded but took her into a tight hug.

“What happened?” JJ asked confused.

“I was so worried, your phone was switched off in the middle of the woods, you weren’t answering calls, you left at 4 am, and Penelope was tracing your phone too,” Elle hugged her tighter.

“Oh babe, I’m so so sorry, I wanted to surprise you. I didn’t mean to worry you… or my co-workers apparently.”

“Also you have a stalker?” Elle raised an eyebrow.

JJ sighed, “I didn’t want you to know.”

“Why not?” Elle frowned.

“The unsub is already stalking the entire team i didn’t want to expose you to it as well.”

“Are you safe? Are the kids safe?” Elle asked the worried look returning to her face.

“I think so,” JJ replied biting her lip.

“You think so? That’s not exactly good enough JJ, our children could be in danger.”

“We didn’t profile him to harm anyone if that helps.”

“No not really that doesn’t really help me,” Elle crossed her arms.

“Can we just forget this so I can show you your surprise, I think you’ll love it.”

Elle sighed, “Fine but when the kids come home we need to talk to them about this.”

“Yes, I agree,” JJ said while nodding, “It’s outside, come to the car.”

Elle followed JJ outside and closed her eyes when JJ asked. The brunette opened her eyes when she felt JJ put something in her arms.

“A kitten?” Elle gasped stroking the top of its head, “Why?” She asked looking up at her.

“I know you’ve always wanted one and it’s the third anniversary of our first date,” JJ smiled and tucked a piece of hair behind Elle’s ear, “You’re so beautiful I love you.”

“I love you too, I’m still mad but I love you so much. Thank you,” Elle left a small kiss on JJ’s lips.

“I think I deserve more than that,” The blonde woman smirked.

“Give me a minute I don’t want to squish my kitten,” Elle continued petting the kitten's head.

“Come inside, put the kitten down and kiss me,” JJ placed a hand on Elle’s waist.

The pair went indoors and Elle placed the kitten down on the living room floor before pulling JJ onto the sofa with her, immediately attaching her lips to hers.

“I love you,” Elle said when they broke apart for a minute.

“Isn’t there still a search party out for me babe?” JJ giggled.

“Oh yes! I need to call Spence, get off me,” Elle tapped JJ’s ass.

“Hey you pulled me on top of you,” JJ reached into Elle’s pocket pulling out her phone, “And I’m not moving it’s not every day I get to be in this position.”

“Because you’re my pillow princess,” Elle kissed JJ’s cheek a few times as the phone rang.

“Hey, I’m not-“ JJ was cut off by Elle shushing her just before she spoke into the phone.

“Yeah I’m all good Spence, JJ is home she was being really stupid and switched her phone off so I couldn’t track her location while she got me a present… JJ stop!” Elle screeched as JJ rested her fingers on the sides of Elle’s waist tickling her a little bit more each time she spoke.

Spencer cleared his throat, “Thanks for um telling me I should probably leave you both alone. Have fun,” Spencer paused, “Not that you are having fun I just- Have fun um together.. not like that unless you want to you know-“

“Spencer it’s fine,” Elle giggled, “We will have fun.”

Spencer stuttered a little bit before just deciding to hang up.

“You’re so evil that poor man,” JJ said.

“I'm evil? You’re evil when did you turn into the tickle monster?” Elle stuck her tongue out.

JJ shook her head and kissed Elle, “Got any plans today?”

“Mhm I’m making you the best dinner you’ve ever had,” Elle kissed her neck.

“And until then?” JJ moaned softly at the contact.

“Nothing apart from playing with that adorable kitten.”

“Bedroom?” JJ asked with a smiley smirk.

“After dinner?” Elle said.

“If we do it now we have a child-free house you can be loud,” JJ giggled.

“I can be loud? Honey that’s all you.”

“Come on,” JJ sat up and pulled on Elle’s arm.

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JJ went into the office in the afternoon which left Elle more than enough time to make a romantic dinner for her fiancée and collect the kids from school.

She ran into the store to get a few things for dinner before driving to the boy's school. She usually went through the drop-off and pick-up drive-through because Henry was at the age where he did not want his mama walking him in or picking him up but Micheal loved having Elle come into the school so today she decided she would.

When she walked into the playground she could see Micheal in a line of his classmates coming out of class.

The little boy jumped up and down waving at her and she gave him a small wave back waiting for him to be allowed over.

As she was waiting one of the moms she knew came and stood beside her, she was the mom of one of Michael’s friends but quite frankly Elle didn’t like her she had been weird about Elle collecting the boys from the school claiming it was their mother's job and not someone she had hired which offended her that she would speak of JJ that way and assume she was just some baby sitter and when Micheal had ran towards her calling her mama the woman’s skin paled every time but the first time she looked like she was close to vomiting which promoted Elle to state the obvious that JJ was her partner.

“How are you?” Elle asked faking a smile but not turning to look at her.

“Oh I’m fine, the usual you know husbands always arguing about work,” Sarah replied.

“Well no I wouldn’t know husbands,” Elle tried not to roll her eyes.

“Right, lesbian mhm. How are you, Elle?”

“Awesome.”

“Oh, really how come?” Sarah looked her up and down, “You’re dressed nicely? A new date?”

Elle shook her head, “Obviously not since I’m engaged. It’s mine and JJ’s first date anniversary she bought us a kitten.”

“That’s something you celebrate?”

“Yes Sarah, that’s something we celebrate.”

“Do all of your kind like cats I see that a lot online?”

Elle opened her mouth but no words came out as she looked at the woman rather shocked before shaking her head and just not responding, she walked toward the teacher so she could be closer to Micheal as he was next in line.

Micheal ran over to Elle wrapping his small arms around her as much as possible, “Mama! My teacher wants to talk to you!”

“Are you in trouble Mister?” Elle lifted him up and rested him on her hip.

“No mama I’m really good. Do you think Lya will help with my maths homework?”

“Oh, I’m sure she will you know that’s her favourite subject, let’s go talk to your teacher yeah?”

“Yeah!” Micheal said as Elle walked toward the teacher with the blonde boy still perched on her hip.

The teacher turned to them both with a big smile on her face, “Elle, hi.”

“Hi, was there something wrong Micheal said you wanted to talk to me?”

“Oh, it’s nothing bad I promise, I thought we could just catch up and I could give Michael’s sick form from today?”

“I don’t have much time for a catch-up today but why does he have a sick form? What happened?” Elle asked concerned looking over Michael’s face and could usually tell if he was ill.

“Another boy tripped him up on the playground, an accident of course, Micheal had an ice pack on his knee for a while.”

Elle stroked a hand over his hair, “Oh you’re a brave boy aren’t you baby? What happened?”

“Samual put his foot out and I tripped when I ran, he said I’m too smart because I read books,” Micheal pouted.

Elle turned back to the teacher, “That doesn’t sound like an accident to me.”

“Micheal and I spoke with Samual and he said it was an accident.”

“Micheal won’t be going near Samual I don’t want my child hurt again.”

“I’ll have to call Jennifer as she is his legal parent if that is going to happen,” The teacher avoided eye contact with her.

“That’s fine, I’ll speak with JJ at dinner but on Michael’s school forms I am listed as a legal parent so I’m not sure why it would be an issue,” Elle said before walking away, “Are you okay baby?”

Micheal nodded and snuggled his face in the crook of her neck, “Love you, mama.”

“I love you more, are you tired?”

“Mhm,” Micheal played with the neckline of her top as if it were his blanket.

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JJ arrived home at 7:30 pm, she gently threw her keys onto the table in the hallway, “Honey?” she called out but with no reply, she followed the smell of food to the kitchen where she spotted her fiancée.

“Hi baby,” Elle answered turning to look at the blonde, she wanted to catch her reaction to the room too.

“You did all of this while I was out?” JJ gasped at the fairy lights, candles and flowers covering their dining room.

“Mhm I didn’t want it to be tacky, it is a little but I tried. I’m making some of your favourite foods and the kids are with Maeve and Spence,” Elle said kissing JJ’s pink lips.

“You’re perfect I’d marry you right now if I could.”

“We could go to the courthouse,” Elle suggested again, she had suggested it many times but she knew JJ wanted a wedding with all of her friends and family there.

“Hm wouldn’t you like that,” JJ laughed, “I’m getting changed quickly. Thank you for this.”

Once she was back down the food was on the table, her seat already pulled out for her to sit down, a glass of wine on the table and soft classic music playing in the background.

The women ate talking about the kids, their wedding, school and upcoming vacations. Just as they finished Elle took JJ’s hand in hers and brought it to her lips kissing it, “Thank you for loving me.”

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[jellesreid]

When the Music Fades

In which Autistic Spencer Reid and Neurodivergent Reader go to a Easter Party hosted by Penelope Garcia and end up having to share a bed at the end of the night where Spencer confesses his feelings. (Fluff!)

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word count: 3.6k

tags: one bed trope, fake relationship/ fake boyfriend trope for a minute, autistic spencer reid, neurodivergent reader, anxiety, overwhelmed, easter, party, mentions of jelle, mentions of morcia, spring, dealing with mental health, love confession, first kiss, sharing clothes. Mentions of Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, Elle Greenaway, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner and David Rossi.

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notes: This fic is a request from @dearreidr I hope you enjoy this! If you have any requests feel free to leave them below or dm me!

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For easter Penelope was hosting a party at her apartment. She did this for every holiday and just like every other party she had to practically beg Spencer to attend. He was shy and didn’t like drinking and something about Penelope’s parties was that there were always multiple people just as full of colour as she was which was slightly overwhelming and there was always a themed punch with way too much alcohol mixed together. 

This was the first party that you were attending, for the last one, the Christmas party, you were only two weeks into working at the BAU and felt awkward turning up at Penelope’s place for a party when you barely knew anyone. But now, just over 4 months in, you have made friends and connections with the rest of the team. You were particularly close with Penelope, Spencer and Elle. The four of you hung out often outside of work if Penelope wasn’t with Derek, Elle wasn’t with JJ and if Spencer actually left the comfort of his apartment, although you didn’t mind going over to Spencer’s and spending time in his dimly lit living room with a book each just enjoying the quiet and each others company.

The day before the party they had been called in for a case luckily it was nearby and the police department already had a lead. You, Spencer, Elle and Hotch were in one of the SUVs heading to the crime scene when Elle brought up the party. 

“What are you wearing tomorrow?” Elle directed toward you.

You shrugged, “I haven’t thought about it, Penelope said something about costumes but I don’t have anything easter themed.”

“Oh don’t worry about that just pick out a pretty dress and be yourself. What about you Spence?” 

“I wasn’t going to go.”

“What? Penelope said she convinced you!” Elle spun around in the passenger seat to see you and Spencer in the back of the car.

“I’m just not feeling it,” Spencer shrugged it off.

You frowned and faced Spencer, “Please come, I don’t know what I’d do without you there. It’s my first Penelope Garcia party.” If Spencer wasn’t going you didn’t want to go either, you liked everyone else but you felt most comfortable with Spencer not to mention your small crush on him. 

“It’s just awkward, I'm not fun, it’s overwhelming and I don’t drink; that's the whole point of a party.”

“Not to me, it’s just a chance for us to hang out. I won’t drink and the minute we both get overwhelmed we can remove ourselves for a little while. Please?”

Spencer sighed, “I suppose so, you promise right? About the overwhelming thing, not drinking you can drink if you want to I am not going to stop you.”

“I don’t want to I just want to spend time with you, I promise.”

Elle smirked at the both of you, “Alright love birds. That didn’t take much persuading did it?” 

Spencer’s cheeks flushed red as he shrugged and turned to look out of the window so he was no longer a part of the conversation.

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You threw on one of the nicest dresses you could find in your closet since you don't own many but you wanted to look nice for Penelope’s party along with a pair of white kitten heels and a white bunny ears headband you figured that would be good enough for the costume requirement, it wasn't like you were expected to show up dressed as an easter egg right? 

Anxiety was already filling your chest with the fear of not knowing what to expect and knowing if Spencer didn’t usually like these parties there was a big chance that you wouldn't like it either. 

While you were adding a small amount of pink lip gloss to your lips to go with the small amount of subtle makeup on your face you had one message from Penelope and one message from Spencer come through on your phone.

“You’re staying the night. Bring PJs and snacks and whatever else you need! Maybe a blanket too if not I've got some. See you soon, Kisses XX” -Penelope.

And,

“Hi, I suppose you received a message from Penelope about a sleepover… Are you planning on staying?”

“Would you like me to pick you up? You do not live too far and I don’t mind driving.” - Spencer Reid

You giggled at Spencer signing his message off with his full name but then more nerves overtook you, Penelope’s message didn’t reveal who was staying, what time everyone was leaving in the morning, where you would be sleeping, if there would be breakfast, if you were going to have to stay in groups because surely she didn’t have enough beds for everyone. You caught yourself just before you bit off your nails that you had been growing and doing a good job of so far considering nail-biting was something you did unconsciously when you were anxious or stressed. 

You typed a reply back to Spencer, “Um, I suppose we don’t have a choice really so I guess I am. I would appreciate you picking me up if you really don’t mind thank you. And you don’t have to sign your name Spence, I have you saved.”

You weren't expecting him to reply again, you knew he would check the message and register it but it was unlikely he would reply however this time you were wrong he did reply.

“How are you feeling? I can come sooner if you need to talk about anything?”

You smiled, you had never told Spencer that you necessarily struggled with feeling anxious and overwhelmed but you assumed he had picked up on it due to him being autistic and feeling similar things about similar situations as you did and also with his IQ of 187. 

Y/N: “I'm a little anxious about what to expect but I’m okay, Please just turn up when you are ready. How are you feeling?”

Spencer: “The same as you. I know what to expect though. Do you want a run-through?”

Y/N: “That would be great, thank you.”

Spencer: “Usually, she plays pop music, so I have been told, I think JJ mentioned Taylor Swift. It’s quite loud and the colourful lights are not a great help when It comes to not being overwhelmed but there’s a small green space outside her apartment. It's nice to sit there or in one of the bedrooms when it is getting too much. She had a wide selection of finger foods, there’s a good selection for everyone there will definitely be something you like. There will be unfamiliar faces, she has a lot of friends most with bubbly personalities like hers but they leave at around midnight sometimes even before if there’s a club open.”

Y/N: “Thank you.”

Spencer picked you up at quarter to 9, as he walked to your door he wiped his palms against his brown slacks, he was nervous about the party but in all honestly, he was more nervous to see you. Derek had been telling him for a while now to make a move because he could tell you felt the same way but Spencer would never believe that, what would someone like you see in someone like him? Yes, you had similarities but he was different and you were gorgeous there were definitely prettier men than him out there.

 

He knocked twice on the door, the knock had a certain rhythm that you used when you knocked on his door, he didn't know if it was a signal that you were at his door or if it was just something you did unconsciously like biting your nails. 

You opened the door and stepped back to give a little distance between the two of you, it wasn’t because you didn’t want to be close to him because of course you did he was your favourite person, it was because you didn’t like the feel of people breathing on you for a little while after you had surrounded yourself with people. 

His mouth opened as his eyes ran up and down you, his cheeks also blushed at the same time. You couldn't help a little giggle that escaped your lips, “Hi Spence, You look nice.”

“Hi. You look… beautiful… gorgeous um really nice?” Spencer switched between words not knowing which one would sound best for someone he liked but didn’t want to reveal that he liked you in that way, but he also wanted to make you feel good about yourself because you deserved that and he never wanted you to doubt that you didn’t look good. 

“Thank you,” You grabbed your bag from the small table beside the front door. “Oh Penelope said about snacks and a blanket but I don’t want to take mine off my bed,” You bit your lip.

“She has so many snacks she won’t realise that you didn’t bring any. I didn’t either and she has blankets too.”

You nodded, “Okay, should we go?”

“Yes,” Spencer looked to the left down the hallway before turning back to you and whispering, “Someone is watching us.”

You rolled your eyes, “Probably Steven, he lives on the other end of the floor. He waits for me and Storm, my neighbour, to leave the apartment so he can ask us on dates, he’s a little creepy.”

“Can I hold your hand?” Spencer asked.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “Why? I mean yes but why?”

“So he thinks I’m your boyfriend then he will leave you alone.”

“Oh,” You put your hand out allowing him to take it and thanking him before the thoughts started circulating in your brain. Spencer didn’t hold people’s hands, he didn’t like the amount of germs that could be transferred between people holding hands. But he would hold yours?

You locked your apartment with your free hand, your other hand still occupied by Spencer’s warm large hand. You could feel Steven approaching. 

“Hey man, is something wrong?” Spencer asked as he walked over.

“Who are you? Why are you bothering her?” Steven squinted at Spencer.

“He’s not bothering me, Spencer is my boyfriend,” You smiled with a small blush.

“But I’m your boyfriend?” Steven said.

“No, we talked about this, we just live on the same floor Steven, plus you’re a lot older than me.”

“Where are you going? You look nice.”

“We are going out for dinner,” Spencer said, moving his hand from yours to circle around your lower back and rest on your hip, which he regretted when he realised he hadn’t asked for permission to do that. Once Steven nodded and returned to his apartment and you along with Spencer entered the elevator he immediately apologised.

“You have nothing to apologise for, you were helping me out and it felt nice,” You subtly tried to flirt with him. 

“Really?” He asked, opening the car door for you.

“Really,” You smiled getting into the car.

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As you both approached the door to Penelope’s apartment the booming music could already be heard. Before he opened the door for you he offered a warm, comforting smile which you returned to signal you were ready to go in if he was. He pushed open the door and immediately you were met with an obscene amount of colourful fairy lights, a disco ball, the even louder music but luckily only around 15 people which was a lot for a small apartment but you could work with that considering most of them probably wouldn’t talk to you anyway.

“Are you okay?” Spencer checked in with you.

You felt a little bad he had his own problems with overwhelming things and adding the worry of if you were okay was probably going to be too much for him and you didn’t want to be the reason why he felt uncomfortable or stressed, “Yes thank you, Spence. Are you okay?”

Spencer nodded, “For now.”

Penelope was the first to come over to the both of you yelling over the music in her usual joyful tone but with added giggles as she had already been drinking, “Finally, I thought you guys had ditched us. Elle and JJ are on the sofa, Emily is getting more punch, Derek is dancing with me obviously and well you have eyes you can find everyone. Make yourselves at home.”

You smiled at her, “Thank you for inviting me.”

“Duh! You're one of my favourites of course you were going to be invited, don’t tell the others though. That goes for you too Smartie Pants don’t tell anyone she’s my favourite,” Penelope rambled.

“Of course, she’s my favourite too,” Spencer blushed as he spoke.

“Enough flattery. I’m going to get a drink if that’s okay?” You directed toward Penelope.

“Yes Doll, help yourself. Mi casa es tu casa,” Penelope replied in a very dodgy Spanish accent before returning to her makeshift dance floor.

You made your way through to the next room only having to weave through a few people before reaching the kitchen when you realised Spencer had followed you there, “Would you like something?”

“No, I’m good thank you, Um I don’t want to leave you but will you be okay if speak to Hotch for a bit?” Spencer asked as his left hand travelled to the back of his neck rubbing it.

“Spence you don’t need my permission you can do what you like,” You smiled picking up one of the blue plastic cups. 

“Oh okay, I’ll see you in a bit,” Spencer walked off leaving you in the kitchen alone for a couple of minutes while you poured your drink before spotting Emily and deciding to stick with her for a while. 

Around an hour later, your social battery was beginning to drain, maybe you needed another drink but you already had one and you didn’t want to risk drinking anymore and getting tipsy from god knows what was in that punch when you had promised Spencer you wouldn’t be drinking. 

A few times you had looked around the room trying to find him to remove yourself from the party for a little while since you were right in the middle of it all but he was nowhere to be seen. After finding Emily she had convinced you to go with her over to the dance floor since the majority of the team were over in that direction. 

A couple of minutes ago you had seen Hotch with Rossi but still no Spencer in sight. You looked at the time on your phone, surely Hotch would be leaving soon to get home to his wife and child and Rossi would probably be going home soon too, perhaps that would prompt other people to start leaving and everything would die down so you could find Spencer. The what-ifs and possible scenarios of how things could go started running through your brain which would cause a panic soon enough.

“Are you okay Sugar?” Penelope asked, snapping you from your thoughts.

You nodded, “Yeah, do you have somewhere I could go and sit for a little while?”

“Mhm, the spare bedroom or the green space outside but I think Spencer went into the spare bedroom not too long ago,” Penelope rubbed the side of your arm.

“Thank you,” You smiled at her and left the front room to search for the spare bedroom, you should have asked where it was, that was your fault but it wasn’t a big apartment it wouldn’t be too hard to find.

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Once you had found the only room left with the door closed you knocked on the door lightly in the way that Spencer would recognise.

“Come in,” He called through the door before you pushed it open and closed it behind you.

“Hi, Are you okay?” You asked from the door, you didn’t want to go over to him and interfere in his personal space if he needed a break from social interaction. 

“Just needed a break,” Spencer gave you a soft smile.

“Do you want me to leave?” 

“No, you’re fine here. Are you okay?” 

“Same as you, needed a break it was getting loud.” 

Spencer patted the space on the bed beside him, You perched on the edge of the bed not wanting to be too close to him because you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. 

“I won’t bite,” He laughed so you moved over a little move. 

“What do you like to do when you feel overwhelmed?” Spencer asked. 

“Listen to music usually but right now I definitely don’t want to, my ears need a break, what about you?” 

“Read, usually something with a lot of facts nothing fictional,” Spencer placed his hands on his stomach intertwining both of them. 

You looked down at his hands, “I didn’t think you’d be one for fiction ever.”

“I indulge every so often, it’s good to mix things up they are mostly classics though.”

“No modern romance novels in there Doctor Reid?” You teased. 

“Uhh, I’ve read a couple, they aren’t awful,” Spencer blushed a little which caught your attention. 

“Spencer Reid! What books have you been reading!” 

“Nothing nothing, just something I found at the library once… I should have been sceptical after the 20-something librarian told me it was one of her favourites.”

“I need you to lend me this book if it’s got you blushing like that,” You laugh.

“Um, I think I still have it if you actually do want it?” Spencer said not sure if you were joking or not. 

“Give it to me tomorrow,” You laid on your side facing him. 

“What books do you like to read? I see you with romance novels sometimes.”

“Yeah, mostly romance but also horror or maybe a thriller anything entertaining,” You shrug awkwardly due to how you were lying. 

“Maybe we could both swap books, I’d like to read something you like,” Spencer’s dimples showed through his smile. 

You nodded just before the door was swung open. 

“Hi lovebirds, we are wrapping things up, I just wanted to tell you we’ve agreed to let you two take this room, Derek and I are in my room and everyone else is in the living room,” Penelope said a lot louder than she had to speak considering she wasn’t near the loudspeakers anymore.

“Are you comfortable with that?” Spencer asked you.

“Yeah that’s fine with me and you?” You asked in return out of respect.

“Fine by me, I’d rather it be you than anyone else.”

“Okay great! If either of you needs anything the house is yours help yourself,” Penelope flashed a toothy smile, “Goodnight babies, no sex please,” she said as she left the room leaving you and Spencer blushing and stuttering for a response that never came. 

“That was weird,” Spencer’s cheeks were still a rosy red, “Do you want me to get your bag?” 

“No it’s okay, I forgot to pack pyjamas so I will sleep in this, I don’t know how I forgot,” You groaned. 

“Probably because you were anxious,” Spencer stated before adding, “You could borrow the shirt I brought for pyjamas, I could just wear the bottoms if you are comfortable with that?” 

“Really? Are you sure?” 

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable and I doubt you’re comfy in that, although it’s very nice, you look pretty.”

“You told me earlier,” You giggled, “Thank you.”

Spencer got off the bed taking his shirt and plaid pyjama pants out of his usual go bag for work, “I’ll let you change first uh I’ll wait outside.”

“It’s okay you don’t have to go just turn around,” You smiled to which he nodded. 

Once you were in only his shirt and your underwear you felt a little exposed but luckily his shirt was long and covered everything. You had taken off the little makeup you had on which also made you feel a little bare.

He was in his pj pants with no shirt and he looked good, really good, you both got under the covers facing each other. 

“You look even more beautiful than earlier,” Spencer said before his eyes widened a little, “Wait you always look beautiful.” 

“It’s okay I know what you meant, thanks, Spence.” 

Spencer’s hand inched closer to you, “Maybe. No would it be okay if I kissed you? I have wanted to for a while and-“ 

You cut Spencer off, “You want to kiss me?”

“Um i-if you want?” 

“Yeah… I’d be okay with that.”

Spencer leaned closer to you placing a hand on the side of your face before his eyes fluttered shut while your lips connected. 

It was a soft kiss, slow. No tongue, but it was perfect. One of the best kisses you had ever had. 

When he pulled away he kept his hand on your face, “Was that okay?” 

“More than okay,” You smiled, your eyes crinkled at the sides. 

“Could we go on a date at some point?” Spencer asked with hope in his eyes. 

“Yeah I’d like that,” You placed a kiss on the inside of his wrist as it rested near your mouth. 

His smile grew, “Do you want to sleep?”

“Yeah I’m kinda tired… is that okay?” 

“Of course! I’m going to face the other because I have a thing about people breathing on me,” he said. 

“I have that too!” You laughed, “We will both face opposite ways.” 

After you turned around it didn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep. 

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9 am the next morning Penelope knocked quietly on the door, she assumed you’d be up by now and didn’t want to disturb you but wanted to make sure you were okay. 

When she didn’t get a response she quietly opened the door to see both you and Spencer cuddled together on one side of the bed and his arm draped over your waist. She snapped a picture to show you both later before calling the others who were already awake to see the adorable scene.

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[jellesreid]

Valentine’s Day

In which JJ and Elle both propose to each other and they spend Valentine’s Day together for the first time as fiancé’s (fluff!)

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word count: 1.5k

tags: jelle, lesbian elle greenaway, bisexual jennifer jareau, wlw, criminal minds universe, minor spencer reid, bau, behavioural analysis unit, italy, vacation, proposal, valentine’s day, love, couple, fiancé, future wives, anniversary.

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notes: I can’t lie guys when I read this back I didn’t like it at all but hopefully you do. Also for the purpose of this fic Elle’s day is Italian. HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY my jelle lovers. (btw update on my other jelle fic I promise i’ll post the part 2 soon)

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The week before Valentine’s Day Elle and JJ were on vacation, they had gone to Italy as JJ had always wanted to visit and Elle wanted to show JJ some places her dad had spoken about when she was younger.

In the city Elle’s dad was from, Naples, JJ had planned a dinner date and a sunset walk along the beach nearby.

While the two sat on a small cream-coloured blanket on the sand with their fingers intertwined, JJ reached into her small bag and pulled out a small black velvet box. 

Elle gasped,  muttering the words, “Jay what are you doing?” 

JJ gave her a bright toothy smile and opened the box, “Elle, firstly I love you so much. We’ve gone through so much together in the past 3 years and there’s no one else I would rather have spent that time with. Secondly, I want you to know how proud your father is of you, I know he’s watching you right now babe and he couldn’t be more proud of his little girl. I know how much coming here means to you and that’s why I felt like this was the best place to ask you to be my wife?” 

Tears brimmed Elle’s eyes. JJ was perfect, their life together was perfect and everything she just said was more than perfect.

“Yes! Of course, I want to be your wife,” Elle pressed a quick hard kiss to JJ’s lips, “You’re incredible I love you so much.”

JJ slid the small diamond ring onto Elle’s finger, “I love you more,” she said before connecting their lips again in a longer more passionate kiss.

While Elle obviously could not have been happier about JJ proposing, she was also a little mad… mad wasn’t the right word but maybe annoyed was. She had planned on proposing to JJ on Valentine’s Day as it was the day they had their first date 3 years ago.

JJ’s proposal was everything to her and she knew anything she did was not going to compare in the slightest but it wasn’t a competition Elle knew that but she couldn’t help that competitive streak that ran through her veins. 

She had requested Valentine’s Day off work but due to the lack of a case which was unusual for Valentine’s Day, Hotch had given all of them the day off. 

That frustrated Elle slightly she couldn’t do everything she was planning with JJ around but she also didn’t want to ship her future wife off somewhere on Valentine’s Day… but it had to be done. She contacted the only person she knew would be free on Valentine’s Day, Spencer, and asked him to stall JJ from coming home.

Of course, after sending that message it wasn’t long before her phone rang. 

“Yes, Spence?” Elle said as she answered the phone. 

“Why don’t you want to be with JJ on Valentine’s Day? Did you have an argument statics show that around 30% of couples argue at least once a week, sometimes more than that,” Spencer rambled. 

“We aren’t fighting Spencer.”

“It’s actually healthier for couples to argue, couples that argue are more likely to stay together.”

“Spence, we aren’t arguing, I’m just planning something,” Elle tried not to giggle. 

“Oh, how long do I need to keep her for?” 

“2 hours at the most I’m just decorating the house,” Elle said into the speaker on the phone while she cut hearts out of tissue paper. 

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Thank you, Spence. I owe you,” Elle hung up the continued cutting the hearts. 

She had gone to the store earlier to get tissue paper, red velvet cake, rose petals and balloons before stopping at the flower shop to get an assortment of JJ’s favourite flowers along with some baby’s breathe flowers to make into a bouquet and before reaching home she stopped at JJ’s favourite jewellery store to pick up a small pair of silver sparkly hoop earrings that would match well with the ring Elle had gotten a few months back.  

By the time she was done with the tissue paper hearts, she had just over an hour left to set everything up and change out of her sweatpants. 

She rested the bouquet of flowers on the breakfast bar in their kitchen with the box of earrings and the balloons placed around the area. 

In the bedroom the brunette had placed rose petals in the shape of a heart on the bed, it was a little cliche but it looked cute, the tissue paper hearts led from the door to the bed and around the floor of the room, there was a bottle of champagne on the bedside table with two champagne flutes along with a bowl of strawberries cut into hearts and the final touch, the dark red velvet box with the ring in was in the middle of the heart on the bed. 

Elle checked her watch, 30 minutes to get ready, it certainly wasn’t enough time but she had done it before and she had taken her shower this morning so that was one less thing to do. She left her hair in her natural wavy curls. Now it was just what to wear and a little make-up. 

In the back of the closet, she found a long-skin-tight black off-the-shoulder dress, she hadn’t worn it in years, probably not since a party in college but it still fit almost perfectly.

The quick make-up she put on was just her usual everyday makeup with a bit of smudged eyeliner as a little extra and to finish the look off before she added a pair of black heels. 

Elle waited downstairs for Spencer to drop the younger woman off. When she heard the key in the door she leaned again against the door frame to the living room which was in the eye line of the front door. 

JJ pushed the door open and without looking up to see if she could see Elle she already started mumbling, “I can’t believe you left me with Spencer for Valentine’s Day! What fiancé does that-“ 

“Hi baby,” Elle smiled at her unfolding her arms when she and JJ locked eyes. 

“Oh… hi, you look beautiful but I still stand by what I said.”

“I know honey, I’m sorry but I was planning something hence the dress,” Elle laughed. 

“I can see that, what is it?” 

“Follow me,” Elle said taking JJ’s coat and bag from her, “You look gorgeous honey.”

“Thank you,” JJ blushed a little and followed Elle as she made her way into the kitchen. 

Spotting the balloons and flowers she gasped, “This is so pretty!” 

“I’m glad you think so,” Elle passed her the present, “Open.”

JJ opened the small box with a wide grin, “Babe! I’ve wanted those for ages.”

“I know, they’re going to look amazing on you.”

“They were kind of expensive though,” JJ frowned a little she didn’t like Elle spending money on her, she didn’t really like anyone spending money on her.

“Baby it’s fine I’d spend everything I have on you,” Elle wrapped her arms around JJ’s waist.

“You didn’t need to dress up either,” JJ giggled, “I’m not necessarily complaining though.”

“We are finished yet,” Elle stated with a smirk. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Upstairs,” the brunette took her hand.

Elle walked in front with the blonde following closely behind. She pushed open the door letting JJ in front of her.

“Oh my god! Elle this is beautiful,” JJ turned back to the door kissing the taller woman.

After a couple of minutes with their lips locked JJ pulled away walking further into the room spotting the red box on the bed, “You got me something else?” JJ picked up the box, opened it and gasped at the ring that wasn’t too different from the one she had gotten Elle.

The blonde turned back around holding the box with her mouth still gaped open to see Elle on the floor on one knee.

“Jay, I had been planning on doing this today for a while as it’s been 3 years since our first date, you just happened to beat me to it last week,” Elle said with a laugh, “Jennifer Jareau, Jay, I don’t even know where to start I should have thought about what I was going to say but honestly JJ I can’t imagine my life without you, I’m still baffled how I managed over twenty years before I met you. You’re so kind, caring, supportive and exceptional honey, you’re like my oxygen. JJ would you do me the honour of being my wife?” 

By the end of Elle’s speech, JJ was crying, “Yes baby, I want to be your wife more than anything.”

Elle stood up and motioned for JJ to come closer to her. 

The younger woman stopped in front of Elle handing her the box. Elle removed the ring and slid it onto JJ’s ring finger before wiping her tears.

“Are you happy baby?” Elle pulled JJ into a hug.

“The happiest,” JJ replied when Elle held her chin, forcing her to look up at her so she could place a kiss on her lips. 

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[jellesreid]

Morning delays

In which Spencer and Fem!Reader are late for work yet again because Spencer can’t keep his hands off her. (Smut!)

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word count: 1.3k

tags: porn without plot, Smut, co workers, late to work, love, boyfriend&girlfriend, long term couple, showering together, sex, intimacy, P in V, unprotected P in V, Minor breeding kink, raw sex, 18+, fingering (f receiving), mentions of oral sex (f receiving), nipple play.

warnings: 18+!! whole thing is smut, unprotected sex (don’t be like them guys!)

notes: I don’t think I missed any tags anyway this is the most sexual thing ever written so I hope you horny people enjoy it.

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Just before you and Spencer had fallen asleep last night you had set the alarm for 7 am, it probably wasn’t enough time to get ready in the morning but you had a late night watching a movie with your long-term boyfriend not that either you saw much of it because before you got to the halfway point Spencer was on his knees between your thighs sucking your clit and circling your entrance, sliding his tongue into you until you had reached multiple orgasms.

You were certain the alarm hadn’t gone off yet because usually that would wake you straight away but today you were awoken to your boyfriend’s hands up your shirt resting on your breasts and tweaking with your hard-ish nipples. 

“What time is it?” You asked Spencer with a soft moan. 

“Almost 7 am.” 

“Baby we don’t have time, the alarm is about to go off,” You moaned halfway through what you were saying. 

One of Spencer’s hands slid down your stomach, “You want me to stop?”

“Well no…”

“Is your pussy already wet for me darling?” Spencer whispered into your ear. He wasn’t one for dirty talk all the time but when he did it the throbbing between your legs was only ever worse. You needed him badly and by the feel of things, he needed you too. 

You nodded, “Yes Spence.”

“Can I feel?” His hand still moving lower. 

“Yes,” With your signal he slid his hand under the waistband of your panties avoiding your clit as he ran a finger through your folds to collect your wetness, “Mhm Spence.”

“Beautiful, you’re so wet,” He spoke just before the alarm went off. With one quick movement, he took his hand from your panties and switched the alarm off before positioning himself between your legs. 

His large hands landed on your waist gripping you firmly. He leaned down attaching his lips to a nipple swirling his tongue around it for a couple of minutes until moving on to the next. 

His mouth pulled away from your nipple with a loud pop. He rested his hands at the side of your hips playing with the lace of your underwear. 

“Can I take them off now?” He looked straight into your eyes. 

“Please,” You said with a breathy sigh. 

Spencer pulled them off leaving them somewhere in the room, you’d find them later.

“What do you want?” Spencer asked, one of his hands running from your waist to your hip back and forth. 

Your eyes trailed between the both of you where you could see his erection through his boxers. 

“I want that,” You smiled sweetly and innocently. 

“What?” Spencer smirked. 

“Your dick.”

Spencer nodded, “Let me warm you up first.”

With that, he pushed your legs further apart his hands resting on the apex of your thighs, his thumbs nudging your folds due to the size of his hands. 

He used one of his left thumb to run back and forth over your closed folds. 

“Stop teasing we don’t have much time.”

Without another word he plunged his index finger inside of you, quickly curling it inside of you knowing exactly where your most pleasurable spot was. 

“Oh my god. Spence another!” You moaned with a little shout. 

“Yes baby,” Spencer pushed his middle finger inside, pulling them out a small way to push them back in much harder hitting your g-spot as hard as he could.

You reached down between you pressing two fingers to your clit and rubbing it in a quick motion. 

“Oh fuck, Spencer don’t stop,” You moaned loudly throwing your head back. 

Right as you felt your walls begin to tighten around his fingers and that familiar coil in your stomach he pulled his fingers out leaving your core pulsing around nothing. 

“What the fuck babe,” You groaned. You were frustrated, the tears began to well in your eyes. You didn’t want to cry, it just happened when you were frustrated or in this case when you couldn’t reach your peak of pleasure apparently.

“Hey no baby don’t cry,” Spencer wiped the tears from your eyes, “I’m going to make you cum I promise.”

“Why did you stop?” You frowned.

“I wanted you to cum when I was inside of you,” He ran his hand down your hair.

“Oh.”

“Is that okay?” Spencer asked giving you a kiss. 

“Yeah, I’d like that,” You reached for his boxers pulling them down just enough that his erection sprung out of them before he discarded the material completely. 

“How do you want me?” Spencer asked. 

You blushed biting your lip, “Like always.”

“Honey, you’re going to have to be more specific.”

You hid your face in his neck, “Raw,” You muttered.

Spencer smirked, you usually did it like that now that you had been together for three years and knew you were both clean but he loved hearing you say it. 

He rested his dick against your folds rubbing the tip against your clit to relax you again after leaving you without an orgasm a few minutes ago. 

You loved how his veins felt against you when he did that but right now you just craved him filling the empty space inside of you.

“Please,” You stared into his hazel eyes that were clouded with lust.

You breathed in deeply as he pushed the head inside of you slowly, his fingers coming to your clit to help as he entered you. He wasn’t too girthy but he had length and his head always stretched you out the perfect amount that you experienced a slight tweak of pain before the rush of pleasure.

Spencer wasted no time in picking up the pace pounding in and out of you quickly since you really had to be leaving soon, mornings were always for rougher faster sex and the evenings were for when he wanted to spend hours worshipping every inch of your body.

His tip grazed the nerves inside of you with every thrust and that partnered with the firm circles on your clit you knew you weren’t going to last very long. 

“Close already honey?” Spencer moaned feeling your walls tightening around him. 

“Fuck! Mhm,” You couldn’t speak anymore without a sting of moans leaving your mouth. 

“Good girl, hold it, I’m almost there,” Spencer thrust harder, your skin slapping together and your hips colliding.

“Spence please,” You moaned. 

“Yes okay baby okay,” Spencer groaned, “Do you want me to pull out?”

“No inside please.” 

Two more thrusts and you came around his dick just before he spilled his seed deep inside of you. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Spencer kissed your forehead which had a few beads of sweat on it. 

“You felt so good,” You couldn’t help biting your lip and giving him a satisfied look. 

“So did you sweetheart. I’m going to pull out okay?” 

You nodded as he pressed his thumb against your clit only to make small circles as he removed himself from you. It was slightly overstimulating but you knew he was just caring for you and nothing more.

“We are so late, we still need to shower,” You said looking over at the clock. 

“I thought we could shower at work, you know training is first on the schedule you’re just going to get sweaty again,” Spencer shrugged getting up from the bed to find the pieces of discarded clothing. 

“Excuse me? I’m showering before we leave,” You said with your eyes widening. 

“Why?” He asked and you hoped he was reading. 

“Because we smell of sex, from last night and this morning and I have ropes of your cum inside of me.”

Spencer smirked, “Leave it there, that’s pretty hot.” 

“You’re insane,” You rolled your eyes and got up from the bed.

“I was kidding, take a shower but I do like the thought of me being inside of you like that.”

Again you rolled your eyes, walking toward the bathroom, “Are you joining? We will save time and water.” 

“If I ever say no to that question, know there’s something wrong with me,” Spencer said following you through to the bathroom. 

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[jellesreid]

Silk and Lace

In which Spencer and Fem!Reader go shopping for dresses for the reader to wear for JJ’s upcoming wedding. (Fluff&Smut!)

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word count: 1.8k

tags: shopping trip, cute boyfriend, spencer reid, jennifer jareau mention, dresses, fitting room, dressing room, trying dresses on, spencer is obsessed with you, protected sex, p in v, public sex, fluff, smut, spencer likes taking pictures of you, physical touch, rich spencer, he likes to buy things for you.

warnings: smut toward the end of the chapter: protected sex, p in v smut.

notes: This was just something short I wrote I hope you enjoy it!

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You and Spencer were in the mall on his day, it is not somewhere he’d like to spend his day off he’d rather spend it in bed with you or take you out to see a movie, basically shopping wasn’t really his thing but he was more than happy to do it with you and being the gentleman he is; carry all your bags.

“Where to next honey?” Spencer asked his free hand finding your lower back as you both walked.

“I need a dress for JJ’s wedding, but I could do that on a different day. This must be boring for you and I’m still unsure of what I want,” You shrugged.

“I don’t mind looking around if you want to find something, maybe I could help.”

“If you really want to.”

“I’d never pass up watching you try on dresses,” Spencer moved his hand to hold yours.

You loved how affectionate Spencer was, despite his fear of germs he would never pass up the opportunity to be holding your hand or touching you in some way.

You took the lead in dragging Spencer into a slightly expensive dress shop after seeing a couple in the window that looked pretty and fit with JJ’s main colour schemes of blue and silver.

“Wow that’s gorgeous,” You said looking at a long sparkly silver knit dress that had a fair amount of gaps in it making it slightly see-through.

“That is… not really for a wedding,” Spencer said picturing you in it.

“You don’t like it? I wouldn’t suit it?”

“No, you’d look gorgeous, too gorgeous.”

“I’m trying it on,” You laughed picking up the dress in your size, “See anything nice?”

“For myself?” Spencer laughs.

“No Spence, for me, blue or silver.”

“I haven’t looked,” Scans his eyes around the shop, “That’s pretty,” He pointed at a dark blue dress that laced up at the back.

“It is, will you get it for me please, I’m going to look at that one,” You point at a silk silver dress with an open back.

“That’s pretty,” Spencer said before leaving you to get the dress.

In the time it took Spencer to get the dress, you had found another dress you liked and decided that four was enough to try on since you didn’t want to be too long and bore your boyfriend.

You dragged Spencer towards the fitting rooms as best you could with the dresses you were carrying.

“Sit here,” You pointed to a small sofa that was in front of the door to the dressing room cubical you were about to enter.

“Got it,” Spencer laughed obeying what you said.

Spencer waited on his phone for you to put the first dress on. You were saving the knit dress for last so the first one you put on was the lace-up back dress Spencer chose.

You walked out of the fitting room holding the dress up around your breasts, “Spence, can you tie the back up please?”

Spencer slid his phone into his jeans pocket and cleared his throat looking at you with hearts in his eyes as he nodded not trusting himself to speak. He got up and spun you around so your back was facing him. He pulled the silky string together tying it in a bow.

You turned back around to face him once it was done up and gave him a little pose, “Thoughts?”

Spencer looked you up and down his eyes mostly drawn to the way the tied back made the dress hug your waist and push your breasts up, “You’re gorgeous,” he gulped.

“Thank you, Next?” You asked.

“Wait, I’m taking pictures,” Spencer took his phone out and snapped a picture of you from the front and then indicated for you to turn around so he could get one from the back.

“Seriously?” You laughed.

“What? You look good,” He shrugged.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes playfully as you went back into the fitting room and put on the second dress you found with the open back. This one was a little too long but you still looked good in it and the colour looked amazing with your hair.

Spencer’s jaw almost dropped as you walked out of the fitting room, he liked the first dress a little more but this was still stunning.

“Thoughts on this one?” You giggled at his eyes widening.

“You look like a princess honey,” He stood up placing a hand on your waist and catching your lips in a quick kiss before spinning you around to see the low cut back, “Your back is gorgeous.”

“You’re charming babe,” You placed a kiss on his cheek and once again he pulled his phone out to take some pictures of you.

The final dress you had was strapless in dark blue with silver sparkles. It was definitely one that would fit the theme for the wedding the best and you thought it looked gorgeous on you, this time you felt like a princess.

Spencer’s jaw fully dropped this time as you walked out of the fitting room.

“Thoughts?” You asked again for the third time.

“Wow,” Spencer said.

You spun around to show him the whole dress.

“Do you like it?” he asked staring at you.

“I love it, I think I’ll get this one,” You smoothed the dress out with your hands.

“Yes, you should definitely get this one, wow,” Spencer tried to hide a small smirk on his face but you could see it.

You blushed slightly biting your lip, “Stop staring at me like that.”

“Sorry, you’re just perfect.”

“Shut up!” You blushed more and turned to go back into the fitting room cubicle, “I’ve got the knit one left to try on, can you come in I don’t want to walk out in it.”

“Yeah,” Spencer followed you into the cubical that was much larger than he thought it was going to be.

“Close your eyes so I can take the dress off,” You said.

Spencer raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Because I’m almost fully naked!”

Spencer closed his eyes, “You know I see you naked a lot right?”

“That’s different,” You said pulling the dress off and clipping your black lace bra on at the back.

Once you had the knitted dress on you told him to open his eyes.

“I’m buying you that for you,” Spencer said immediately.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” You flirted twirling your hair with your finger and walking closer to him.

“Because you’re sexy?” Spencer scrunched his nose, he didn’t like the word, he felt like it was objectifying but he couldn’t think of anything else right now to say.

You giggled, “Mm thank you. You’ve been so good today Spence, waiting for me to try everything on,” You straddled his lap instantly feeling his growing erection, “Excited baby?”

Spencer groaned, “Sorry, you’re just really pretty.”

“It’s okay,” You placed a kiss on his lips, “Should I help you out?”

“Here? No way? We are in public,” Spencer’s eyes widened.

“I’m sure we can be quiet,” You leaned back in biting his bottom lip gently.

“Honey,” Spencer moaned quietly into your mouth.

You climbed off his lap and pulled the dress down leaving you in the bra and a matching pair of panties letting him look you up and down before getting back on his lap.

“That’s new,” He ran his fingers over the lace covering your left nipple, making a shiver run through you that made your nipples hard.

“Yeah, I got it last week. Like?” You asked rocking against him lightly.

“Love it,” he said kissing your lips slightly rougher than you had previously kissed him.

You ran your hand down his clothed chest and opened the button of his trousers. You got up off his lap so he could remove them along with pulling his boxers down enough for his erection to spring out.

“Where’s your wallet?” You breathed out.

“Why?” He asked pulling you closer to him once again.

“Condom,” You muttered between kisses.

Spencer’s eyebrows knitted together before you spoke again.

“We can’t make a mess,” You deepened the kiss sliding your tongue into his mouth.

He nodded, sliding his hand into the back pocket of his jeans that were now on the floor and pulling out his wallet before handing it to you.

You opened it up and took it out quickly ripping it open.

“Is that even in date?” He asked.

You shrugged sliding it onto his hard and long erection hearing him moan as quietly as he could at the sensation making you feel a rush of warmth between your legs.

Spencer pulled your panties to the side and helped you line yourself up with his cock.

You wasted no time in sinking down onto Spencer’s cock watching as he filled you up. You whimpered at the feeling of yourself stretching for him. Every time it felt similar but somehow the feeling got better every time you had sex.

“Are you okay?” Spencer whispered checking in on you.

“Yeah,” You sighed in pleasure as you started to move riding him.

Spencer lowered his lips to your shoulder sucking it leaving marks.

“Oh my god,” you whispered into his ear once he was angled deep enough inside that with each movement he grazed your g-spot.

“Keep going,” Spencer’s mouth fell open his eyes fluttering closed. You quickly moved one of your hands to cover his mouth as a precaution.

“Are you close baby?” You said with a hushed groan at the end.

Spencer nodded, his hips rutting against yours. He moved one of his hands from your hips to splay across your lower stomach his thumb reaching down to nudge against your clit.

“Yes Spencer,” You whine connecting your lips together so his mouth would catch the sounds that were about to come from you once you felt a familiar sensation burn through your lower stomach.

Your walls tightened around him as you let out a string of moans into his mouth while you came triggering his climax just seconds after yours. He filled up the condom still deep inside of you with a whimper that was almost too loud for where you were.

“Shhh,” you put your finger to your lips with a giggle after you pulled away from him.

Spencer left a few pecks against your lip before helping you up off of him, “You look gorgeous on top of me.”

“Enough babe, you’ve told me I look good too many times today.”

“I can’t help it,” Spencer ran his hand over your hip.

“Get dressed,” You laughed throwing his pants at him after putting your shirt back on.

When dressed both of you left the fitting rooms. Spencer holding your dresses refusing to let you pay for either of them.

“Ready to go home?” Spencer asked wrapping an arm around your waist as you left the store after he purchased the dresses for you.

“So ready,” You yawned and smiled up at him, “I want to get in bed and cuddle up with you for the rest of the night.”

“I can certainly do that. Let’s go,” He said rubbing his thumb over your hip as you walked out of the mall.

[jellesreid]

#on this episode of 'not canon but should've been': (1/?)

[jellesreid]

Reunion of the Heart

In which Elle Greenaway is in Virginia with her teenage daughter and she sees Jennifer Jareau at the mall where they are both back to school shopping with their children. (fluff!)

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word count: 8.7k

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tags: reunion, mom!jennifer jareau, mom! elle greenaway, dad! spencer reid, stepmom! maeve donovan, parenting, first dates, love, falling in love again, meeting team, past and present scenes, fluff, couple, in love, girlfriends, shopping, back to school, coffee shop date, late night date, dating, lesbian elle greenaway, bisexual jennifer jareau, fbi, behavioural analysis unit

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notes: I made this months ago but I only just around to proof reading it sorry guys! I hope you enjoy it.

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Back to school was a stressful time for JJ, having to shop for clothes, stationery, shoes and bags for an eight-year-old and a five-year-old who had more energy than most children was stressful. Henry and Micheal loved playing hide and seek in shops and running away from her when they became bored.

Back-to-school shopping was stressful for Elle because since becoming a lawyer it was hard to find any time off for long enough to take a thirteen-year-old shopping and she’s sure her daughter would prefer to be studying or hanging out with her best friend rather than going shopping with her.

For the first time in a few months, Elle had a full day off work and even though she knew her daughter didn’t care much about fashion she wanted her to have some new clothes and Alya would definitely want more books. Alya was a perfect mix of Elle and her father but Elle wished sometimes that she would be a little more sociable in school like she was but that was something she inherited more of from her father.

Elle picked a pair of low-rise flared jeans out of the hotel closet along with a baby pink almost white coloured blouse, it wasn’t her blouse, it was JJ’s she had accidentally packed it when she was leaving in such a hurry but she had kept it for 14 years because it was one of the only things that reminded her of her ex-lover along with Alya’s middle name being Jennifer.

Elle had moved to New York for a few years after leaving the BAU but once she had finished her bar exams and Ayla was going to start school they moved to Philadelphia that way Alya would be closer to her dad and being in the FBI he wouldn’t have massive amounts of free time to visit plus Elle knew when he had free time he liked to spend it with his mother.

Alya had spent the night at his and Elle had booked one of the nice hotels 20 minutes out, the hotels closer weren’t as nice and she was worried she’d run into any of her old team when getting her morning tea, there was no bad blood between her and the majority of them and there was a few of them she’d picked up contact with over the last few years but there was still a lot they didn’t know about her.

Elle pulled into the driveway, getting out of the black BMW and heading to the door. After knocking twice Alya appeared at the door, a big smile on her face when she saw her mom. The brunette girl wrapped her arms around her mom, “Hi mama.”

“Hi baby girl,” Elle hugged her back, leaning her head down to kiss the top of her daughter’s head, “Where's your dad honey?”

“He’s in the kitchen with Maeve. I’m not ready yet I need to curl my hair,” Alya said as she stepped up the first few steps of the staircase.

“Okay, finish getting ready,” Elle said making her way into the kitchen, “Hey Spence, Maeve,” she smiled at them.

Spencer and Penelope were the only people she kept in contact with from the day she left and in both cases it was because they had spoken to her first, they weren’t the only ones JJ too would text her once a month for a couple of years but it would hurt too much to reply to her. As for Penelope, their deal was if Elle gave her updates on her life she wouldn’t track where she was although Elle is sure she probably had at some point.

Spencer was different though, she trusted him not to tell the others about her life and he held that promise no one in the BAU knew they were still friends after all these years or even that they shared a daughter.

After leaving the BAU, Elle knew she wanted a child at some point in her life but after she babysat for a friend she knew she wanted it to be sooner rather than later. She told Spencer about it one day in a conversation, the conversation lasted a few months but at the end it it, Spencer asked her if he could be her sperm donor and of course, she agreed she’d rather have a friend than a stranger.

Spencer had always wanted to be a dad but part of the reason he’d offered was to stay close to Elle, he liked her some may even say he loved her and maybe if they had a child together it would make them closer but just before he’d met Maeve he realised he needed to stop thinking he and Elle would be together, Elle wasn’t attracted to any men and he couldn’t keep believing he would be an exception. He never would have done anything different though, he loved Alya more than anything even when she was mad at him for not pronouncing her name with the same accent her mom did.

“Hey Elle,” Maeve answered first bouncing over to hug her they had become close, and Elle couldn’t think of a better step mom for her daughter.

“Elle, you’re here early,” Spencer said.

“I’m taking Alya shopping at the mall here, do you want to come? She starts school again soon,” Elle spoke as she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

“I know it’s marked on the calendar in case I forgot but you know it’s impossible for me to forget anything but we do want to come you can help with clothes and we can help with books.”

“I think you forget that I’m just as smart as both of you,” Elle laughed.

“I just told you it’s impossible for me to forget,” Spencer grinned.

“So Elle are you here alone?” Maeve folded her arms and leaned against the counter waiting for a response.

“Yes, I’m here alone,” Elle said with a straight face she knew what Maeve was getting at.

“What about Kate?” Maeve raised an eyebrow a gentle smirk playing on her lips.

“We went on 2 dates, I didn’t arrange a 3rd. I’m too busy for that,” Elle said after taking a sip of water.

“Elle,” Spencer sighed, “When was the last time you dated someone for more than two months?”

Elle thought for a minute, “Probably JJ…”

“That was like fourteen years ago,” Maeve’s eyes widened.

“Enough, I don’t need a relationship. I have my fun when Alya is here and then I go back to my job and being a mom,” The brunette rolled her eyes hoping her daughter would come down soon.

Within the next five minutes, Alya was downstairs, her hair curled, light make-up on and an oversized sweater and jeans with some Ugg boots Elle had bought her recently.

“You look gorgeous honey,” Elle ran her fingers through the bottom of her curls.

“Mama, you’re going to ruin it,” Alya whined.

Elle held her hands up causing Alya to giggle, “Are we ready? I want to go before it gets busy.”

“I actually wanted to ask you something,” Alya said with the brightest smile on her face she knew her mom couldn’t say no to.

“Could I stay with Dad and Maeve for like two more nights because when school starts I won’t be able to come as often,” The teenager batted her eyelashes and little and pouted to make sure her mom knew she was going to be sad that she couldn’t see her dad.

Elle sighed, “Honey, I have work.”

“You’re in between cases please just explain the situation and ask if you can have a couple more days off.. you’re a partner Mom you should be able to decide when you want to go,” Alya frowned.

“I’ll try, no promises though,” Elle ran her hand down her back.

——————

Their first stop at the mall was Urban Outfitters since they had a lot of the baggy clothes Alya liked to wear.

“While you try them on honey I’m just going to pop next door and pick up some trousers, show Maeve if you need a second opinion or send me a picture,” Elle told her daughter as she lined up for the fitting rooms.

“Okay mama but don’t be too long I’m not buying anything until you’re back. I love you,” Alya hugged her just before Elle returned the ‘I love you’ and headed out of the shop.

The brunette had been in the shop for at least ten minutes searching for her favourite pair of work trousers she didn’t want to be too much longer but she couldn’t find them anywhere. Just when she was about to look through a rack of trousers when a small boy who couldn’t be any older than five or six ran out from between the clothes and fell over.

Elle’s mother instinct kicked in and helped the little boy up dusting down his knees, luckily the boy didn’t cry he was tough, “Where’s your mommy?”

The small boy pointed to a blonde on the other side of the shop with another boy, perhaps a few years older than this one close by her. Elle had a strange feeling run through her body but she ignored it and walked the boy over to his mom.

“Excuse me?” Elle said.

“Elle?” JJ turned around instantly she thought she recognised a familiar presence before she spoke but hearing her voice had solidified her suspicions it was Elle.

“Jay?” Elle almost gasped. She wasn’t surprised they always wore similar things and this was the closest mall to her she just didn’t expect it.

JJ looked down at Elle holding Micheal’s hand, she didn’t know what to ask first but she went with the most obvious question, “What happened?” her eyes flitting between her ex-lover and her son.

“I had tumble. I fine,” Micheal said letting go of Elle’s hand and quickly hugging JJ before running towards his brother.

“I can’t believe you’re here, how- How have you been?” JJ thought was the appropriate question to ask first.

“A lot better than the last time you saw me,” Elle laughed trying to lighten the mood.

“I saw you on TV once a couple of years back, a lawyer… I never pictured you doing anything else that wasn’t working with the FBI but I actually think that’s fitting for you. I’m proud of you,” JJ smiled.

“And I’m proud of you Jay becoming a profiler.”

“You knew?”

Elle nodded in response.

“You’ve barely changed Elle, You’re so beautiful,” JJ looked her up and down stopping to take in the blouse, “Well at least I know where that went, You kept it all these years?”

“It was an accident taking it but of course I kept it, I needed something to remind me of you, I really missed you,” Elle was staring into JJ’s ocean blue eyes they always hypnotised her.

It took her a minute to snap out of it, “So they are your sons?”

“Yes, Henry he’s eight and Micheal he’s five,” JJ smiled towards her boys, “They’re my entire world.”

“They are beautiful JJ, they look like you in every way.”

“Thank you.”

JJ was interrupted by a voice Elle knew was her daughter’s voice, “Mama, you’ve been fifteen minutes. Dad is no help with clothes and Maeve is just as indecisive as I am.”

“Sorry honey, I’ll be there in a minute,” Elle said as Alya stopped beside her, Alya recognised the woman from pictures both her mom and dad had shown her. The teenager knew JJ was the only woman her mom had truly loved.

“Wow, A husband and kids?-“

Alya cut her off, “She’s just got one kid, me, Maeve is my step-mom. Mama would neverrrr be married to a man,” Alya laughed.

“Thanks for that baby.. but yeah she’s right sorry Alya interrupted you,” Elle raised her eyebrows at her daughter as a sign.

“I’m sorry.. that was rude of me. I’m Alya but it’s spelt A-L-Y-A not I-S-L-A, and you’re Jennifer right,” The girl smiled.

“Yeah, you can call me JJ though. How did you know my name?”

“Of course, I know the infamous blonde woman whose name is my middle name.”

Elle blushed covering her face the last thing she wanted JJ to know was that she’d named Alya after her.

Spencer and Maeve walked into the shop hand in hand, JJ recognised them first, “Today really is a reunion for you Elle.”

Ayla looked confused and turned around, “Dad you were meant to be waiting with my clothes.”

“Dad?” JJ was more shocked in that moment than she had been since seeing Elle, “Spencer is her father? I mean now I’m looking closer I can see it but how did no one know about that? And you and Spencer?” The younger woman really didn’t know where or who to look at but her eyes settled on Elle.

“If it helps no one knows he’s her father, no one knows I have her except Penelope it’s not just you who doesn’t know. Spencer was my sperm donor nothing more,” Elle clarified.

JJ checked her watch, they’d been talking for well over twenty minutes, “How long are you here for?”

“A couple of days hopefully, I need to speak with my partner at the firm.”

“I want to see you before you leave please, just us?” JJ asked.

Elle nodded, “I’ll make it happen,” She took her notepad from her bag and jotted down her number, “Text me and then I’ll let you know.”

“You’ll reply this time?”

“I’ll reply this time,” Elle smiled, linking her arm with Alya’s as they walked out of the shop and back to Urban Outfitters.

“Are you okay Mom?”

“Of course I’m okay that was nothing just two old friends reconnecting,” Elle kept a straight face, she was lying to herself and her daughter but she couldn’t think about that right now.

“I don’t know there was definitely some tension there,” Alya smirked at her mom.

“Be quiet,” Elle rolled her eyes playfully, “Show me these clothes.”

——————

JJ couldn’t concentrate, she knew she’d forgotten many things she needed to get the boys for school but her brain was now occupied with so many thoughts surrounding Elle she couldn’t think about anything she had been this morning.

Elle was here at the mall. Elle was doing good, better than good. Elle had a teenage daughter… with Spencer, which was a big thought on her mind. How didn’t she know a man she worked so closely with every day had a daughter with her ex-girlfriend? Another big thought was: Elle is beautiful, she’s always been beautiful but she’d grown her hair out long again since the last time she saw her, she still dressed similarly but with a more sophisticated edge and her skin was glowing, more mature but she still didn’t look a day over 30.

Once she was back in the car and had strapped the boys in, she typed the number into her phone and sent a quick hi text through to Elle.

——————

Elle couldn’t help but smile when the notification appeared on her front screen while she waited for Alya to try on a pair of jeans. Spencer stood beside her looking over her shoulder, he didn’t say anything but the smile he gave Maeve was telling enough of what he was thinking seeing Elle’s face.

“I’m going to call my office, I won’t be more than 5 minutes,” Elle said walking out of the shop as the phone rang.

“Elle?” Her firm partner, Savanna, asked as she picked up the phone.

“Hi Sav, would you have everything covered if I stayed out here for a couple more days?”

Savanna spun around in her chair looking out of the office window as she twirled a pen in her right hand, “Have you met someone?”

“Can you answer me please?”

“Come on tell me I’m bored without you here.”

“Fine, not exactly. Alya wants to stay to spend time with Spencer but I did run into an ex and she asked to see me later,” Elle bit her lip to hide her smile.

Savanna gasped, “What one? Please tell me it’s Jennifer.”

“Yes it’s JJ,” Elle laughed a little, “I’m rather excited.”

——————

Elle sent JJ a quick message letting her know she could see her tonight and the blonde replied saying she’d find a babysitter, a message which Maeve saw and offered to watch them for as long as they both wanted even if that was all night which made Elle roll her eyes.

JJ had suggested meeting at her house tonight or waiting until the morning and going out for food and drink at a cafe. Elle of course suggested doing both and JJ agreed.

“Mommy, what are you going to wear?” Alya asked hanging over the bannister to speak to her mom downstairs at her dad’s house.

“Come downstairs if you want to speak to me please,” Elle replied sitting on the sofa.

Alya ran down the stairs, “So what are you wearing?”

“Um, this?” Elle pointed at what she was already wearing.

“Mom, come on,” Alya groaned.

“What? It’s a nice outfit and this is JJ’s shirt,” Elle shrugged.

“But she’s seen you in this already today,” Alya paused, “wait… that’s JJ’s shirt? Why do you have it?”

“Because she was my girlfriend once honey,” Elle slightly confused.

“I thought it was a couple of dates kind of thing?”

“No that would have made leaving so much easier if it was,” Elle sighed.

“How serious was it?”

“We were together a few months, we were living together most days we were off work and obviously staying together when we were away for work, I thought I was going to marry her,” Elle laughed a sad laugh but a smile was still on her face, “We did everything together.”

~2005~

Elle walked in the door earlier than she usually would after work, she wasn’t exactly happy that Hotch had sent her home but she couldn’t focus on her work anyway, “Baby, I’m home,” Elle called through the house.

JJ knew today had been hard for Elle, it was the anniversary of her dad’s death. She had the day off and she’d tried to convince Elle to take it off too but the brunette claimed she needed to work to distract herself. JJ had already asked Hotch to send her home early, she wanted to plan something that would comfort her.

“Hi babe,” JJ ran to the door jumping into her arms and hugging her, “How was work?”

“It was okay, I didn’t get much done,” Elle moved JJ’s hair away from her face cupping her cheeks and kissing her.

“Close your eyes,” JJ smiled after the kiss.

“Why?” Elle squinted trying to read JJ’s expressions to find out what she had done.

“Elle just do it,” JJ giggled.

Elle complied shutting her eyes before she felt JJ take her hand and lead her through to the living.

“Okay, open,” JJ said letting go of her hand.

Elle opened her eyes. The living room curtains were shut but the space was lit by two lamps in the corners of the room and a string of fairy lights. There were many blankets and pillows placed on the sofa with multiple DVDs placed on the table along with snacks.

“You did all of this for me?” Elle looked down at JJ her eyes clouded with a few tears.

“I knew today would be hard for you,” JJ frowned, “So let’s unwind and watch some movies, I left pyjamas on your bed.”

~present day~

Elle watched Spencer and Maeve from the kitchen, the way they looked at each other with love and held hands just while talking was sweet, they had so much love for each other, that’s something she missed… something she had but given up the day she left.

Elle was meeting JJ here when she came to drop her boys off with Spencer and Maeve, she was checking her watch every few seconds something she did when she was nervous.

Alya had convinced her to make a quick trip back to the hotel together to pick an outfit and despite her teenage daughter not being super into fashion she sure had an opinion on the options Elle had picked until they agreed on a white tank top with a black bra underneath with a long black skirt, it was definitely a more sexy and less work looking outfit and she would be lying if she didn’t think she looked hot.

The doorbell rang snapping her out of her thoughts, JJ was less than 30 yards from her, “I’ll get it,” Elle said heading to the door.

The brunette took a deep breath before opening the door to her ex-lover holding the hands of her two sons, “Elle,” JJ smiled as the older woman stepped aside to let the three of them enter the house.

“Hey Jay,” Elle took her into a warm embrace once she had let go of her children’s hands.

“You look beautiful, you’ve not changed much in the last fourteen years,” JJ commented.

“Neither have you, You’re just as stunning as the day I met you, maybe more so,” Elle was looking into her bright blue eyes remembering the feeling of transfixion she used to feel when she first opened her eyes in the morning or moments before she closed them when they kissed.

“And you’ve still got your charm that once won me over Greenaway,” JJ laughed before realising Elle’s daughter was watching them from the stairs and her youngest son was pulling on her coat to gain her attention.

Once the boys were settled, Henry watching the TV and Micheal playing with a train set, JJ picked up her bag and wrapped her coat around her, “Are you ready?” Her fingers brushed against Elle’s on the way to the door.

Elle nodded following JJ out of the door.

Alya replayed the whole interaction in her head, she had an eidetic memory so she remembered every word and facial expression between the two women.

The teenager sat beside her dad and step mom on the sofa, “Do I make Mama happy?”

Spencer’s head turned quickly a rather shocked expression on his face, “Of course you do you’re the most important thing in the world to her Lya.”

“I saw how happy she was with JJ, she’s never been that happy with me,” Alya played with the sleeve of her sweater.

“That’s not the same thing and you know that,” Maeve said.

“Do you think Mom loves her?”

“I don’t think she ever stopped,” Spencer pulled his daughter into his arms giving her a side hug.

“Your mom hasn’t had anyone she’s ever introduced to you properly, introducing your partners to your children is a big deal. How many times has she mentioned JJ to you?” Maeve asked.

“A lot, there’s pictures of them up in the house too, Alya admitted.

Spencer and Maeve shared a look before looking back at Alya who continued to speak, “She seems nice though and she makes Nom smile which is the best thing. Do you think they’ll get back together?”

Spencer shrugged while Maeve answered, “Possibly, It might be difficult though because Philadelphia is over 3 hours away not to mention both Elle and JJ have demanding jobs.”

“I want Mama to find someone that loves her like you guys have, I mean as a kid obviously I hoped Mom and Dad would get together but now I understand things I’m glad Dad met you Maeve,” Alya gave her a bright smile, one that matched Elle’s smile completely.

“I’m glad I met Spencer too. I love you both,” Maeve placed a kiss on Spencer’s cheek.

——————

The drive to JJ’s was a little tense and awkward, neither of the women knew what to say to one another. There was so much to catch up on that had happened the last fourteen years and they both wanted to get to know each other again.

“So how’s being a profiler?” Elle started.

“Stressful, lots of nightmares, busy, wishing I didn’t have to leave my boys with babysitters for days at a time but it’s also great helping people, ridding the streets of the bad guys, You know how it is,” JJ glanced over at Elle when she spoke but kept her eyes on the road for the most part.

“What about their father?” Elle started, “If you want to tell me… you don’t have to of course.”

“I will tell you anything you want to know Elle. Their dad died three years ago, he was a cop,” JJ told her.

Elle frowned, “I’m so sorry Jay.”

JJ gave her a sad nod, “How is lawyer life treating you? Is it better than the BAU?”

“It’s treating me nicely, they both have their perks. I miss the thrill of solving cases firsthand hand but I was not in a good place and I certainly don’t miss that. There are times I miss the team though, especially you.”

“They miss you too Elle, we’ve got new people too. You and Emily would be great friends and I think you would get along well with Alex Blake,” JJ pulled into her driveway.

“Nice house Agent Jareau,” Elle smirked as she said her name in a sultry tone, “I can’t believe you work with Alex.”

“Thank you,” JJ laughed, the way Elle spoke still had an effect on her, she’d be lying if she said it didn’t, “You know her?”

“Of course, I’ve followed her work for a long time she’s quite a role model,” Elle’s teeth played with her bottom lip.

The blonde read Elle’s body language, “Oh so you find her attractive huh?” she laughed bumping her shoulder into Elle’s as they walked closer to the door.

“Perhaps,” Elle laughed with her.

“And here I thought younger women were your thing,” JJ rested her back against the front door facing the brunette.

“You aren’t that much younger than me,” Elle rolled her eyes playfully.

“Yeah yeah, take a seat,” She gestured to the sofa, “Wine?”

“Yes please not too much though,” Elle smiled.

“Red is still your favourite?”

Elle nodded walking around the living room, looking at pictures while JJ was in the kitchen. She spotted one of her and the woman at the beach.

~2005~

It was unusual they had a few days off in the middle of summer so when Derek suggested a short beach trip Elle, JJ, Penelope and Spencer agreed although Spencer hated the beach. JJ’s family owned a beach house not too far away, it was the perfect distance in case they were called back in on an emergency.

The blazing sun shone down on both of the couples plus Spencer. Elle read a book as she tanned but JJ wanted to go in the water with her.

“Baby please,” JJ pouted

“Tanning,” Elle replied opening one eye, after finishing her chapter she put the book down and closed her eyes.

“You haven’t topped up your sunscreen,” JJ stated.

“Don’t need to, I won’t burn,” She looked over JJ’s body her skin was turning a light pink, “I think it’s time you used some more.”

“Do it for me?” JJ asked in a flirty tone Elle couldn’t resist.

The older woman sat up grabbing the sunscreen while she glanced to her left at Spencer, “Are you serious?” The genius was wearing a brown pair of suit pants with a shirt and sweater vest.

He scrunched his nose and shrugged, “What?”

“Nevermind,” Elle squeezed the cream into her hands and began messaging it into JJ’s back.

“Thank you,” JJ said with a small moan at the end.

Elle leaned down to whisper in her ear making it look like she was just rubbing sunscreen into her shoulders, “If you’re not careful you’ll turn me on doing that.”

JJ giggled, “Come in the sea with me.”

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” Elle got up from her crouching position, putting her hand out to pull JJ up from the sand.

“Are you scared of the water?”

“No, I just wanted to relax without getting wet,” Elle said as they walked hand in hand to the sea.

JJ pulled her into the warm water, “But that’s my speciality baby.”

Once they were far enough out that the water was resting around the middle of their chests JJ pulled Elle closer to her wrapping her arms around her neck and placing a kiss on her lips which prompted a short makeout session in the water.

~present~

“That was a good day,” JJ said looking at the picture Elle was holding of them.

“It was, we should go again sometime,” Elle placed the photo back taking her drink from JJ and sitting on the sofa.

“And make out again?” JJ teased.

“I wouldn’t object,” Elle smirked at her.

“Would you be up for going with the team? Derek misses you and I’d love for you to meet Emily and Alex.”

“Possibly, I’d have to think about it and try to get time off work.

My firm is opening an office in DC I know it’s still an hour away but I’ll be closer.”

“I’m surprised you’d move away from the city again.”

“It’s for Alya, I know she misses Spence and Maeve when we are at home and we will still be able to visit her friends in Philadelphia when I have to go back,” Elle sipped on her wine.

“She’s gorgeous by the way, she looks like you. You had her in 2008?”

“Yeah, she was born in May.”

“Was Spencer there?” JJ raised an eyebrow Spencer never took vacation days.

Elle nodded, “He came the day after I gave birth to her, he was meant to be visiting his mom.”

“Honestly I’m surprised I always knew you were good with kids but I didn’t think about you having any,” JJ shrugged.

“We never really spoke about it,” Elle put the glass down and began twisting the rings on her fingers.

“You’re nervous, you don’t need to be,” JJ placed her hand on top of Elle’s.

Elle could have sworn she still felt sparks when they touched but that’s a myth, “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, Do you trust me, Elle?”

“Yeah, as much as I can.”

JJ moved closer to her on the sofa, “I’ll never hurt you and I’ll never blame you for leaving.”

“I’ll never forgive myself for leaving you. You were everything I ever wanted JJ. I ruined it,” Elle looked down at the floor.

“Things happen for so many reasons and now we have beautiful children. I never gave up on you Elle I kept tabs on what you’ve been doing or at least tried to.”

“Stalker,” Elle giggled trying to lighten the mood, “I did too JJ, sort of. I’d ask Penelope about you occasionally but never too much, I never wanted to know if you had moved on.”

“Same goes for me, I’m glad you’re not married,” The blonde grinned.

“Jen, If you’re still up for getting coffee in the morning would you like it to be a date?” Elle moved a piece of JJ’s hair from her face.

“Yeah, I think I’d like that,” The blonde cheeks heated up with a pink hue.

“You think?”

“I know I’d like that,” JJ looked towards Elle’s lips.

Elle moved forward initiating their lips meeting in a gentle kiss. Her hand moved the side of the younger woman’s face her thumb tracing her jawline as their tongues collided and the kiss became more passionate.

They hadn’t seen, kissed or touched each other in fourteen years so this meant everything to both of them.

Elle pulled away from the kiss looking into JJ’s ocean eyes once again, they were sparking with happiness this time, “No more until we’ve at least been on that date. Have you got work tomorrow?”

JJ nodded, “I can push it back and go in at 11:30.”

“Sounds good.”

JJ rested her head on Elle’s should breathing in her scent, “Sleepover?”

“Not tonight, tomorrow night, if you’re not away on a case.”

“We shouldn’t be,” JJ ran her hand over Elle’s white tank top, “I like this outfit.”

“I do too,” Elle smiled, “Alya helped me pick out what to wear she said I couldn’t wear what I wore to the mall.”

“Personally I think you looked great in my shirt,” JJ smirked resting her elbow on the top of the sofa while she faced Elle.

“Good, you’re never getting it back,” Elle couldn’t help resting her hand on JJ’s thigh, now she felt her again it was like she craved her, she didn’t want to know what it would be like to be apart ever again.

——————

JJ drove Elle back off to Spencer and Maeve’s at almost 11 pm, the women had spent hours together just talking with movies playing in the back and sharing a few kisses.

As they walked up to the door Elle grabbed her wrist spinning her around to face her while pulling her closer at the same time.

“What?” JJ giggled close to her face.

Elle placed a soft kiss on her lips not even giving her time to return it before she pulled away, “I needed to do that before I went inside.”

“You’ll be seeing me at 7:30 am that’s not long from now,” JJ ran her fingers through Elle’s hair.

“I’ll miss you still,” She said before opening the door.

Henry and Micheal were passed out on a sofa bed the babysitters for the night had set up temporarily for them. Elle watched JJ’s smile when she saw the small boys curled up and sleeping.

“They’re adorable, just like you,” Elle was about to kiss JJ again before they were interrupted by Spencer walking into the living room from the kitchen.

“You’re late,” He laughed.

“We didn’t specify a time,” Elle shrugged.

“I assumed it would be earlier than this. Alya is in bed. You’re both welcome to stay if you don’t want to wake the boys up JJ.”

JJ looked over at Elle waiting for her to make a decision. The brunette nodded, “We will share the spare room.”

——————

The sun shone through the top of the curtain illuminating the room, mixed with the sound of JJ’s alarm was making Elle mad they were both things she despised in the morning however things were made slightly better when she felt the blonde's arms around her.

“Hi,” Elle mumbled turning in her arms, burying her face in JJ’s collarbone.

“Good morning,” JJ kissed her forehead.

“Give me a proper kiss, no one will come in,” Elle said tilting her head up to JJ.

JJ leaned her head down placing her lips on Elle’s. The kiss was only a couple of seconds but it was enough, Elle put her arm around JJ pulling her closer.

“This feels very relationship-y considering we haven’t been on our date,” JJ whispered.

“We had no other option,” Elle smiled.

“I could have taken the boys home or you could have gone back to your hotel,” JJ said placing a kiss on Elle’s shoulder.

“It was more convenient this way, let’s go back to sleep.”

“Let’s not, we have a date and I have work. I need to go home and get ready quickly, can you pick me up from mine?”

Elle nods, “Of course.”

——————

After JJ left Elle stayed in bed for a little while longer, she had a few outfits she kept at Spencer’s because she occasionally stayed when they visited so it wouldn’t take her long to get ready.

A small knock on the door echoed through the room, “Come in,” She said pulling the duvet up to cover her tank top.

Alya slowly opened the bedroom door, “Hi Mama.”

“Hi baby,” Elle smiled at her as she walked closer to the bed climbing into the space JJ once was.

“How was it?” Alya asked cuddling up next to her mom.

Elle smiled wide, “It was really good we talked a lot, shared memories from our relationship, drank some wine,” The brunette laughed.

“Is that all?” Alya wiggled her eyebrows.

“We may have shared a couple of kisses.”

“Interesting and what kind of memories?” Alya rested her head on her hand.

“Just moments from when we worked together,” Elle smiled.

“Just tell me one, I want a story time like when I was little,” Alya’s dimples identical to Elle’s showed as she smiled.

“Okay,” Elle hummed for a minute while she thought of one, “Okay, Jay and I were working on the case and I had gotten injured in the field.. nothing serious just a cut,” Elle traced her cheekbone where the cut once was, “She was at the sheriff's office. Derek told me to call her and let her know I was okay and I was getting a lift to the hospital to have a couple of stitches but I didn’t want to worry her so I left it. Fast forward to once my stitches were complete a different doctor came to put a dressing over the stitches and told me they had phoned my emergency contact,

I had been given painkillers and I was tired so I wasn’t thinking clearly and thought my emergency contact was your dad, can you guess who it was?” Elle laughed.

“JJ?” Alya giggled.

“Mhm, I had changed her to my emergency contact a month after we got together, we had to update our contacts every month at the BAU. She stormed into the hospital her face switching between anger and worry, she didn’t even wait until the doctor allowed her in the room she just flashed her FBI badge and waltzed right in.”

“What did she say to you?” Alya played with the ends of her mom’s hair.

“First she kissed me and watched the doctor finish up and when he left she asked if I was okay and what happened and then the concern faded and the anger appeared asking why no one told her and wanting to know if we had caught the guy and if we hadn’t she’d be doing it herself.”

“Is JJ the love of your life Mom?”

Elle blushed, “I think it’s safe to say she is.”

“What would happen if Dad and Maeve broke up? I don’t want them to ever but if they did would you consider being with Dad?”

“Your dad and Maeve are very unlikely to break up they are married honey,” Elle tried to read her daughter’s facial expressions.

“Hypothetically, I told Dad last night that I always hoped you would get back together when I was a kid.”

“Honey… we wouldn’t get back together, we were never together in the first place. I would have loved for you to have both of your parents together but that wouldn’t be fair to your dad, I would never be able to give him what he wants. Do you remember Jake? I tried dating him when you were about four or five,” Elle asked.

Alya nodded, “I remember him a bit he was always angry.”

Elle gave her a sad smile, “Yeah I want to like him so bad Ly for you to have a father figure in your life that lived closer to us than Spencer was at the time but I couldn’t do it, it would be the same with Spencer too I’m not attracted to them honey, I can’t change that.”

Alya held onto her mom’s hand, “Yeah, I know, it was just a hypothetical. I don’t want you to change Mama I promise. I’m sorry about Jake, did he ever hurt you?”

“No baby, he didn’t physically hurt me,” Elle kissed her forehead, “I need to get ready. Help me choose an outfit?”

Alya nodded and climbed out of the bed at the same time her Elle did.

—————

Elle ordered a cup of tea while JJ ordered an iced coffee with oat milk.

“You still order the same?" Elle smiled at the younger woman.

JJ nodded, “But yours has changed, you used to have black coffee am I right?”

“You’re right, I have it sometimes but I usually save it for court days though when I need an extra boost in the mornings. Tea is fine for today.”

“Well I’m glad all that caffeine is bad for you,” JJ swirled her straw in her drink.

Elle laughs, “Honey there’s caffeine in tea.”

“Obviously I know that… it’s just less.”

“How do you feel about yesterday?”

“Really good,” JJ smiled.

“And this is still something you want us to try?”

“Elle I’m not having second thoughts. I want you and I want this,” JJ reached across the table grasping Elle’s hand.

“Okay, I do too just so you know,” Elle gave her the warmest smile JJ had ever seen.

“Would you be able to drop me off at work after? If it’s too much for today that’s okay,” JJ asked.

Elle sighed, “I’m going to have you to do it at some point so I might as well get it over with today. How are you going to introduce me to your new members? The woman that had a breakdown and left me fourteen years ago?” Elle tried to joke but JJ could still see the pain behind her eyes when she mentioned it.

“I was hoping I could introduce you as my girlfriend?”

“I mean it’s a little soon but when have we ever stuck to timelines very well so why not?” Elle laughs.

“So that’s it? We are dating?”

“Well we are on a date, aren’t we? But yes I’m your girlfriend just to confirm for you.”

“Good,” JJ leaned across the table lightly brushing her lips against Elle’s

——————

Elle bit her lip as she drove JJ into the car park.

“How are you feeling?” JJ rubbed circles against the back of Elle’s hand with her thumb.

Elle shrugged, “Talk about deja vu, it’s like being back in 2005 driving in this car park with you next to me holding my hand however I’m definitely more anxious now than I was then.”

“You don’t have to do this..”

“I want to, for you” Elle reversed into the space before getting out of the car to open the door for JJ and intertwine their fingers.

They rode the elevator to the floor they needed in silence all that could be heard was the sound of Elle’s rings clinking together when she rubbed her hands together.

Just before the doors opened JJ gave Elle a loving kiss and whispered, “You’re going to be okay.”

They stepped out of the elevator and JJ’s hand found Elle’s once again to comfort her.

As soon as they walked through the class doors they were met with the bubbly blonde Penelope who gasped so loud it gained everyone else’s attention.

“Oh my god. Elle! Is it really you?” Penelope said almost knocking JJ over with the force she pulled Elle away from her to hug her.

Elle let out a nervous chuckle as she wrapped her arms around her, “Yeah it’s me Pen.”

Penelope pulled back from the hug placing her hands on Elle’s shoulders and looking her up and down, “I missed you so much. Have you been practising witchcraft because you look exactly the same? How have you not aged? What do you do now? Are you coming back? Wait why are you here with JJ?”

“Pen, give her some space you’re going to overwhelm her,” JJ said when she saw a slight panic rush over her girlfriend’s face, “Are you okay?” JJ’s hand rubbed Elle’s lower back.

“Yeah I’m okay could we maybe sit down?”

JJ and Penelope both nodded at Elle. The brunette saw Spencer heading toward them from the corner of her eye, she briefly turned away from Penelope and raised her eyebrows, “You didn’t tell me you were in today, is Alya okay? Is she with Maeve?”

“Called in last minute I’m not planning on staying long I want to spend time with her while you’re here but yes she and Maeve went to the museum,” Spencer replied his hand running over her hair just before she sat down in the closet chair.

Elle didn’t want to look away from Spencer she knew everyone would be giving her confused looks and maybe even some angry ones.

JJ stood behind the hair a smile on her face, “Em, Alex, Dave… this is Elle she’s my girlfriend she used to be a member of our team.”

Penelope squeaked, “You found each other and got back together! I love, love. I’m so happy,” She hugged JJ tightly.

“Hi,” Elle spoke quietly only looking at the three JJ had just introduced her to.

“You’re the lawyer, I’ve read articles and seen you on TV, you’re quite the powerful woman Elle. I’m Alex,” The woman offered her hand.

Elle's smile lit up hearing the compliment about her work, “Thank you so much, Alex. I’ve heard a lot about you Spence talks about you all the time.”

“So you’ve been in contact with Spencer this whole time and he didn’t let it spill and you didn’t talk to the rest of us once?” Elle heard the voice that belonged to one of her best friends when she was at the bureau, Derek Morgan and he didn’t sound overly thrilled.

“I went through a dark time after I left I needed to work on myself and life got busy and eventually I built up a fear of seeing you or speaking to you in case it dragged me back to that place. I’m sorry Derek I missed you,” Elle frowned.

Derek felt bad for her but he needed to hold this hard shell up at least a little longer, she would be fine after all she had JJ running her fingers through her hair, Spencer standing close by and Penelope staring at her like she hung the moon, “But you kept in contact with pretty boy.”

Elle was looking at Spencer before looking back at Derek, she opened her mouth to reply but was quickly cut off by Spencer, “We had to stay in contact.”

“Why? Why would she have to stay in contact with you and no one else she didn’t even stay in contact with JJ.”

“She doesn’t have to tell you that, it started off that I wouldn't stop talking to her but,” Spencer looked down at Elle, “She can tell you the rest in her own time.”

Emily spoke up sensing a bit of the tension between them all, “Elle, it’s so nice to meet you. I feel like I know you already your JJ’s favourite topic of conversation,” Emily laughs, “but I’m glad you’re here.”

“JJ has told me a lot about you too and your cat,” Elle laughed.

“Oh I have pictures let me show you,” Emily went to the desk that used to be hers and grabbed her phone getting up a picture of the cat to show.

“I wasn’t finished talking,” Derek said, “I want to know why we weren’t good enough for you to talk to but Spencer was.”

Elle sighed, “You know you were good enough, don’t try that. I told you I was in a bad place, Spencer and I kept talking because we have a daughter.”

“You have a daughter? Wait with him? You and pretty boy have a child together? Since when did you have a child?” Derek was taken aback he thought he must have heard her wrong his eyes moving between the two of them.

“Yes Spencer and I have a daughter, her name is Alya she’s thirteen.”

“Was I the only person that didn’t know?” Derek's eyes widened.

“No one knew, I didn’t tell anyone except Alex and Hotch had to know for documents,” Spencer said.

“Thirteen years ago is around the time you left though and you were with JJ?”

“I had Alya a year after I left, If you want to meet her I'm sure she’d like that but we aren’t going to discuss it anymore. Do you have any other questions?”

Hotch stepped out of his office once he saw all the gathering, when he descended the stairs he was taken by surprise to see the brunette woman he had fired over a decade ago, “Elle?”

“Aaron,” Elle gave him a small smile.

“It’s good to see you, We have a small case to consult and then you are free to go,” Hotch said to the team.

“I will see if I can convince Maeve to drop Alya off here or I’ll pick them up, I’ll see you soon,” Elle stood from the chair wrapping her arms around JJ’s waist and leaving a small kiss on her lips.

“Wait Elle,” Hotch said, “I know this isn’t technically allowed but we could use you. It’s a death row case but we believe the victim may not have committed the crimes.”

“I guess I could look into it..” Elle said taking her phone from her bag.

“I will ask Maeve to bring Alya over while we are working,” Spencer said.

“Okay, yeah.” The team including Elle headed into the room with the round table to look over the cases.

——————

Elle’s phone buzzed with a message from Alya saying they were pulling into the car park and that she was nervous.

“Jay, can you come with me to let Alya in,” Elle whispered.

“Hang on,” JJ said and after a couple of minutes she looked up at her, “Okay yeah let’s go.”

“Do you think she’s nervous?” JJ asked once they were in the elevator.

“Very, I really hope she’s not too bad though I don't want her to stress about it. I know everyone will love her.”

“If she’s anything like you she’ll be absolutely fine,” JJ smiles.

The blonde woman used her keycard to open the doors to let Alya and Maeve in. Alya immediately wrapped her arms around her Mom.

“What if they don’t like me because Dad didn’t tell them about me or because they are mad at you for leaving?” Alya played with the material of Elle’s jumper.

“Honey, it’s going to be fine they’ll love you. If they were mad they’d be mad at Spence and I, not you,” Elle placed a kiss on the top of her head.

The team were waiting in the bullpen watching out of the glass door waiting for them. When Alya saw them waiting she squeezed her mom’s hand but she relaxed once she saw her dad was the closest to the door.

JJ entered first the others following behind. Alya let go of Elle’s hand but still stayed close.

“She looks just like you and Spencer!” Penelope said waving at the teenager.

Alya smiled, “Hi, I’m Alya,” She stuttered a bit until she locked eyes with Alex, “Auntie Alex,” the girl left her mom’s side to hug Alex.

“Hi Lya,” Alex pulled Alya into a tight embrace, “I missed you, sweet girl.”

“They’ve met?” Elle mouthed to Spencer.

Spencer nodded, “I took her to a class at the University Alex lectures for, she knew almost every answer she’s so smart.”

“Gets it from her father,” Elle winked at him.

Derek’s face had softened after seeing the teenager, he no longer had any hurt or madness running behind his eyes. He came to stand next to Elle, “She’s gorgeous Elle, I’m sorry about earlier I wanted to be so mad at you for leaving but I just can’t.”

[jellesreid]

Office Christmas Party

In which the Hotchner!reader needs a plus one for an office Christmas party and Aaron Hotchner is quick to suggest Spencer accompanying her. (Fluff&Smut!)

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word count: 4.4k

tags: office christmas party, one bed, aaron hotchner (dad), fem reader, bisexual reader, elle greenaway, spencer reid, plus one, new york city, christmas movie, room service, falling in love, crush, smut, fluff, elevator kissing, fancy hotel, manhattan, sightseeing, work colleagues, dating the boss’ daughter, girly reader

warnings: elevator kissing, sub spencer reid, dick riding, protected PinV sex

notes: Happy Christmas/ Christmas eve everyone! I hope you enjoy this, I tried my best but I’m still new to writing with a reader. I think I remembered all the tags pls let me know if * missed anything.

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Two weeks before Christmas you walked into the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the FBI, your shoulder bag swinging as you walked up the small staircase towards your father’s office not bothering to knock before opening the door.

“What have I told you about knocking,” Aaron Hotchner looked up from whatever file he was finishing to see you standing in the doorway.

“My bad? I need help,” you sighed loudly sitting down on the chair opposite him.

“What have you done now? Hotch asked putting down his pen.

You gasped putting a hand on your chest, “That’s rude! I haven’t done anything.”

“Then what do you need help with?” He sat back in his chair looking at you waiting for you to continue talking.

“There’s a Christmas work party out of town next week and I have no plus one and I don’t want to go alone, help me find someone to go with please!”

“Man or woman? You know this isn’t exactly the help you ask your father for.”

“I know but I’m desperate, I’ll take anything, anyone,” You dramatically slumped over on his desk putting your head in your arms that were folded on the desk.

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s it? I need to know possible suitors now. Does that hot brunette still work here I saw her once when I came to visit.”

“Who?” Aaron raised an eyebrow.

“Um,” you pictured yourself being back there that day and looking over at her desk, “Elle!”

“Yes.. she works here but she’s a little old for you?”

“She doesn’t look old, how old is she?”

“29.”

“Dad that’s only eight years difference. I’ve dated older people than that.”

“I have Elle on a special assignment in Texas next week but you’re more than welcome to ask her on a date another time I suppose…” Aaron said before adding, “What about Spencer?”

You pondered for a moment, “Look I like him he’s got that sexy nerd vibe.. also he looks like he’d be clueless but so good in b-“ You stopped what you were saying remembering you were speaking to your father, not a friend, “Nevermind. Do you think he will ramble a lot I don’t know if the other workers will like it, they are nowhere near as smart as him and I don’t want them to say things about him.”

“He does talk a lot but I thought you liked that plus he’s closer to your age,” Hotch made his point after shaking his head at your words, he wasn’t born yesterday he knew exactly what you were about to say and he did not like it at all.

“I suppose, there’s going to be models, influencers and fashion magazines we work with there though… I guess Spencer isn’t too bad he has a grandad kind of style going on people and by people I mean me, find that quite hot nowadays.”

“Look I have a job to do if you’re going to ask him just ask,” He said looking back at his file, “Aren’t you meant to be at work?”

“The company are scouting new models today I’m not required to be there, I don’t do that.”

“Right, well speak to Spencer and tell him I’ll give him extra time off with pay since he’ll be entertaining you. Where is this party?”

“New York. The company convinced Lilia Archer to go. I’m so excited she’s awesome.”

“Lilia Archer? Mention her and Spencer will be there I’m sure.”

“What do you mean? He’s got like a crush on her?”

“We had a case she was involved with last year, Spencer kissed her.”

“What?” you asked shocked but also with a hint of jealousy bubbling in your stomach.

Aaron laughed, “It was… unexpected.”

“You can say that again,” you picked up your bag, “I’ll see you later dad, love you.”

Hotch stood from his chair and walked around the corner of his desk pulling his daughter into a hug, “I love you too.”

You left the office walking down the stairs while looking around to see if you could spot Spencer.

You finally found him over by the coffee machine pouring an unnecessary amount of sugar into his coffee, “Spencer?”

The man turned around quickly hearing his name spoken so softly by a voice he recognised, “Y/N! Hi, what are you doing here?”

“I was actually looking for you,” you started.

“You were… Why?” His lips pressed into a straight line as his eyebrows knitted together.

“Are you busy next week? On Friday and Saturday?”

“I mean yes, I’ll be here…”

“And what if my father gave you some time off?” you smiled with hope.

“What’s going on?”

“I need a plus one for a Christmas party in New York, Please be my plus one Spence,” you clasped your hands together grinning widely.

“I’m not sure it’s really… well my scene, you work in fashion with models and I don’t usually go to parties.”

“Please Spencer, Lilia Archer is going to be there apparently,” you smirked a little.

“Oh I definitely cannot go, she’s got a boyfriend it will just be awkward,” Spencer frowned.

“Fine, I’ll have her uninvited or something? Please Spencer, If you don’t want to share a room with me I’ll pay for you to have your own.”

“What, no, you don’t have to spend your money on that I don’t mind sharing i-if that’s okay with you, of course!” Spencer stuttered getting nervous.

“So you’re coming?” the wide smile reappeared on your face.

Spencer sighed, “I guess so, what do I need to take?”

“Can I have your keys?”

“What why?” Spencer’s eyes widened.

“I have a day off, you are always busy and I will pick good outfits, it’s literally my job, I’ll go pack for you,” you put your hand out waiting for his keys.

“But I haven’t tidied up, I wasn’t expecting company.”

“Spence you’re a clean freak your meaning of messy is everyone else’s spotless clean.”

“Just stick to the wardrobe, don’t snoop around I know what you’re like,” Spencer said as he handed over his keys.

“Yes Doctor Reid, oh yeah if it wasn’t obvious you’re going as my boyfriend,” you kissed him on the cheek before walking off not giving him time to respond.

“What’s going on there pretty boy? The big boss wouldn’t be too happy if he saw that,” Derek said as Spencer’s blush deepened on his cheeks.

“I thought she was into me…” Elle added.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t turn down a night with both of you,” Derek winked at the brunette.

“You’re disgusting,” She rolled her eyes going back to typing on her computer.

——————

When Spencer returned home from work the next day, he opened the door to see his apartment fairly clean with his books that didn’t fit in the bookcase stacked up in alphabetical order as well as some cookies on the kitchen counter and as he went into his room he saw the open suitcase on the bed with a note by the side.

I hope you like everything I’ve packed and you enjoy the cookies I made you. I’m trying to be a good ‘girlfriend’ ;)

Y/N <3

Over the next few days, You only came into the office once to give Spencer another note that contained your phone number so you could communicate about where to meet before flying to New York.

On the day of the trip, Spencer drove to your apartment at 6 am, your flight was at 8:30 am but your apartment was a 20-minute bus ride from the airport meaning it was the best place to meet.

Spencer knocked on the door and waited a few minutes before knocking again.

“Spencer there’s a key under the mat!” You called through the apartment. The man rolled his eyes, you had probably woken up your neighbours and just told them where you had been hiding your spare key although by the look of the building it may have soundproof walls or a least more soundproof than his were at his apartment.

He took the key and unlocked the door, stepping inside to see you in the kitchen with your hair in rollers, drinking a cup of tea with multiple outfits hanging up around the house.

“I take it you aren’t ready?” Spencer said.

“Good morning my love, nope almost just need to pick the airport outfit!”

“I like the second one,” He shrugged.

“Hm, I think I’ll go with the fourth.”

Spencer shook his head with a laugh, “Please don’t be long we don’t have much time.”

“Don’t stress it’s all cool,” you picked up the coat hanger that had a pair of black Victoria's Secret sweatpants, a white tank top and an off-the-shoulder sweater on, “Make a coffee, make yourself comfortable.”

Every minute that passed Spencer checked his watch getting more anxious until finally 15 minutes later you left your bedroom with a suitcase and 2 bags with your hair curled and your outfit on.

“I’m ready, let’s go,” you said grabbing your phone and walking over to the door.

——————

You and Spencer stood outside the hotel and spa, it looked fancy and definitely out of his price range, Spencer thought to himself.

“Ready for 2 days of fun boyfriend?” You smirked pulling your suitcase through the glass door of the hotel.

Spencer followed closely behind you holding one of your bags. He let you check in before you went to your room on the top floor.

“Woah this is huge!” you said looking at the hotel room’s super king-sized bed.

“It’s a nice hotel, how much did you pay for this?” Spencer asked leaving his suitcase next to the left side of the bed.

“I didn’t, my boss did. I’m pretty sure she booked out the whole hotel for the party.”

“So,” Spencer sat down on the bed after removing his shoes, “What exactly is the plan?”

“What plan?” you raised an eyebrow sitting down next to him and picking up the room service menu.

“Why am I here?” Spencer kept to the edge of his side of the bed.

“To be my plus one for the party tomorrow night, maybe you can show me around the city, dad said you’ve been here more than a few times for cases.”

“That’s it? You just wanted a plus one? There was no hidden meaning? I’m sure you could have found someone better looking on a dating website.”

“I like nerdy guys, plus you’re a fancy FBI agent,” you turned to look at him biting your lip before giggling, “I think we are going to have fun, wanna explore the hotel?”

“Maybe later, I want to stay here for a few minutes since I’m going to have to start using my social battery soon.”

“Okay suit yourself, I’m going to meet some of my friends I won’t be longer than an hour,” you said getting off the bed and heading out of the door.

Spencer sighed once he heard the door close, his head falling back against the headboard. He couldn’t deny the fact that he had a crush on you but he knew you were totally off-limits, you were Hotch’s daughter after all.

His head felt dizzy picturing the way you had looked at him while biting your lip even if it was jokingly it still made his head spin and his blood rush to his cock.

Spencer took it upon himself to take a cold shower, he needed one after the flight anyway so why not kill two birds with one stone?

You walked back into the room at the same time as Spencer opened the bathroom door with a towel wrapped just around his waist.

“Hello to you too, what a nice surprise,” you winked at him with a laugh.

“Shut up,” the man walked back into the bathroom closing the door, “I thought you were going to be an hour.”

“Got bored, assumed you’d want to go out or get something to eat maybe? Do you find if we swap rooms I need to pee.”

“Oh, oh sure,” Spencer opened the door again, “Food sounds good. Could you stay in the bathroom until I’m dressed?”

“Sure if it makes you more comfortable,” You smiled going into the bathroom.

“Thank you,” Spencer got dressed as he called into the bathroom, “I’m paying for our food, you can come out by the way.”

You opened the bathroom door, “You don’t have to Spence, my father gave me some money to spend here.”

“Use it to buy something nice, I want to pay for dinner,” Spencer smiled at you.

“Fine I’m not going to turn that down again,” you laughed and grabbed your purse.

——————

You and Spencer had lunch and stayed out exploring the city until 5 pm when you headed back to the hotel.

“Are you sure you’re okay ordering room service for dinner?” You asked Spencer for the 4th time since you had been walking back to the hotel.

“Yes I’m fine with it,” Spencer laughed and rolled his eyes pushing their room door open.

Just as he was about to close the door he heard a feminine voice calling ‘Wait’ Confused, he waited, by this point, you had gone into the bedroom.

“Oh!” The woman spoke, “I’m so sorry I thought this was my friend's room.”

“You’re a friend of Y/N?”

“Yes… and you are?”

“Spencer,” he smiled, “Y/N, someone is at the door for you.”

You groaned and came out of the bedroom with your sweater off, you looked extremely good in the white tank top you had been wearing under the sweater.

“Laura! Oh hey; Laura this is my boyfriend Spencer, Spencer this is my boss Laura.”

“Boyfriend?” Laura looked confused, “You have a boyfriend?”

“Yes…” points to Spencer, “Boyfriend.”

“Oh well, I guess you don’t need to come to the club with me and a couple of the others to find plus-ones then,” Laura laughed.

“Nope, no clubbing for me, Spence and I are going to have a movie night, order room service and have lots of cuddles,” you grinned.

“That’s cool have fun, I’ll see you tomorrow, or I’ll text you if I get lucky,” Laura winked before leaving the room.

You closed the door and Spencer eyed you curiously, “I wouldn’t have minded if you went out.”

“We have plans did you not hear?”

“You were being serious you want a movie night with me?” Spencer raised an eyebrow.

“And cuddles,” you smiled before returning to the bedroom, “Can you order room service while I take a shower?”

“Of course, What do you want?”

You hummed, “Carbonara, margarita pizza, red wine and chocolate brownie with ice cream. Oh and ask for bottled water.”

Spencer laughs, “I’m guessing this gets charged to your boss?”

“You guessed right, order what you want. I love her but I love spending money more,” You giggled going into the bathroom and turning the shower on.

You walked out of the bathroom in your towel, “Sorry I forgot to take my pyjamas through.”

Spencer cleared his throat, “It’s fine um room service will be 6 minutes and roughly 17 seconds.”

——————

The two sat in the living room area of the room eating their meals and sharing a few bites with each other.

You both went back to the bedroom to watch TV and just as you were about to climb into the bed you took off your dressing gown revealing your silky pyjamas which consisted of a low-cut tank top and short shorts.

Spencer’s face went a little red as he cleared his throat, “That's what you chose to bring?”

“Is there a problem with them?” You asked looking down at your clothes.

“No, no, no problem you look really um great,” he wanted to continue his ramble but you stopped him.

“You can tell me I’m hot baby,” the younger woman winked.

“Stop that, let’s just watch the movie,” Spencer spoke desperately.

“Fineeee,” you said dragging out the last letter as you switched the TV on.

At some point during the movie, you fell asleep on Spencer’s arm. Once he realised you were sleeping he switched off the movie and fell asleep beside you.

The next morning, you woke first with a groan, you smiled as you tilted your head up to see Spencer sleeping. He looked so perfect as he slept. You weren’t sure if having thoughts like that were sweet or creepy.

You pulled back the duvet to go to make some tea. By the time you came back, Spencer was starting to wake up.

“Sorry, I didn’t make you anything I didn’t know when you’d wake up,” you said getting back into bed.

“That’s fine, good morning,” He smiled trying not to move.

“Good morning, is everything okay?” your eyebrows knitted together in curiosity.

“Yeah I’m fine, just uh disorientated… give me a few minutes to wake up.”

“Man troubles?” you caught on and raised an eyebrow.

Spencer choked, “What?”

“Oh come on I wasn’t born yesterday Spence, I’ve had boyfriends. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

He covered his face with his hands, “It is embarrassing but it will go away. What time is it?” Spencer asked changing the subject.

“Only 7:30 but Dad will call at 8 to check on me,” you rolled your eyes,

“And then I’ll go back to sleep for a bit.”

“What time are you getting up?” Spencer said, he was used to getting up long before this time most mornings but it wouldn’t hurt if he had a lay-in for once. It wouldn’t usually be his thing but these beds were extremely comfortable.

“Before noon? The party starts at 5 pm so I’ll have more than enough time to get ready,” You placed the empty mug on the bedside table and waited for Aaron to call you in the meantime Spencer had fallen back to sleep.

—————

When you both woke up again, you had slept slightly past noon. Spencer had a few missed calls from the team, he instantly felt guilty that he wasn’t available to answer his phone if they needed help but it didn’t take long for you to convince him that it was his day off and he didn’t have to be on call all the time.

After a lot of stressing about curling your hair and making sure your make-up was perfect, you were almost ready. The last thing you had to do was put your dress on.

Spencer was waiting on the small sofa for you to finish getting ready. When you walked out of the bedroom in the long sparkly dark grey strapless dress his mouth almost fell open and his eyes were glued to you, his pupils dilated.

“I have some rules, well if you agree to them, we have to actually act like a couple… you know kissing and stuff and I want you to be yourself… earth to Spencer?” you waved your hand in his face when you realised he wasn’t actually listening to you and his eyes were locked on your body, “See something you like?” you laughed.

Spencer nodded his eyes still barely moving as if he was in a trance.

“Wanna take it off? I don’t mind being late,” you smirked.

Spencer snapped out of his thoughts at your words, “What? No, I can’t, you just look good, you look nice, um hot?”

“Thank you,” you tilted your head to the side with a smile, “So you’re fine with kissing?”

“Totally fine, I mean I haven’t kissed anyone in a long time, I might be bad. I really hope I’m not.”

“Spence, you’ll be fine.”

——————

You had no problem introducing Spencer as your boyfriend to your work colleagues making him wonder if you had done this before, what he wasn’t prepared for though was how highly you spoke of him and the sparkle in your eyes which to him would suggest that you really meant what you were saying. However, when you spotted Lilia Archer across the room you changed. It wasn’t that you seemed shy because you were anything but shy, but until Lilia spotted both you and Spencer it was like you was trying to hide.

You were the first to notice Lilia walking toward the both of you and your first instinct was to pull Spencer closer to you, your lips landed on him in what was meant to be a quick kiss to make Lilia feel at least a tad bit jealous but the kiss didn’t stop at a quick peck.

The two of you felt a spark run through you that neither of you could explain but you both didn’t want it to end.

Once the genius remembered that you were at a party with hundreds of people and not alone in your hotel room he removed his hand from the side of your face and pulled back from the kiss.

His hand fell beside him, catching your hand in his not long after, “That was interesting…”

“It was.”

“Did you mean it or was it because Lilia was coming?”

You shrugged, “A bit of both I wanted to make her jealous but I did mean it, I think you’re attractive and I know I'm not anywhere near as pretty or cool as Lilia Archer-“

“Stop talking like that. You’re perfect how you are, the only reason I didn’t do that first was that I thought for sure no one as confident as you would want someone… like me. And the other reason is Hotch, he is my boss.”

“Come on Spence you’re the most perfect gentleman I’m sure Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner, would be more than happy if his daughter was dating his favourite boy genius.”

Spencer took a small step closer to you despite the lack of distance between you already. He cupped your cheeks lowering his head to give you another kiss.

“I know we’ve only been here for an hour but do you want to get out of here?” you said with a giggle.

“Lead the way.”

——————

The two of you couldn’t keep your hands or your lips off each other in the elevator to your floor or in the hallway toward your room.

Once the hotel door was closed you pushed Spencer up against it, kissing his lips passionately as you fiddled with his tie trying to get it off in a hurry.

You swiftly moved on to unbuttoning his shirt once the tie was off, your lips were still connected but now your tongues were invading each other’s mouths.

Separating from each other to take a couple of breaths, Spencer removed his shoes while you kicked your heeled shoes off removing a few more inches between yours and Spencer’s height.

“Bedroom?” you asked him, taking his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers together.

“I didn’t bring condoms with me, I didn’t plan for well this,” he said with a laugh.

“I always have some with me just in case,” you said as you entered the bedroom immediately finding one in your bag while Spencer removed his pants.

“At least you’re prepared, now come here I love that dress on you, you look beautiful but I want to take it off,” Spencer spoke with a rasped tone, his hands running up and down the curves of your waist and hips once you were standing in front of him.

“Take it off,” you whispered.

Spencer stood up from the bed spinning you around to find the zipper at the back of the dress, when he pulled it down he was met with your bare back meaning you had no bra on and only a lace g-string.

Spencer couldn’t help a quiet moan escaping his mouth when you turned back around showing him your exposed top half.

“You’re beautiful,” he said kissing your lips once again his hands finding your breasts.

A few moments later the both of them were fully undressed nothing left on their bodies.

“Can I put it on?” You asked holding up the condom packet.

“Please,” his voice was slightly strained he was so desperate to be inside of you, he didn’t know how much more he could take.

You ripped open the packet wasting no time before sliding the latex over his cock as a groan fell from his lips.

“Can I be on top?” you asked him.

“You want to ride me?”

“Yes, please?” you gave him a puppy dog-eyed gaze earning a nod from him.

“I’m not going to say no to that,” Spencer held your thighs as you positioned yourself in the right place before slipping his cock inside of you.

You moaned as he penetrated you further. Once fully inside of you, you took a deep breath.

“Am I hurting you?” Spencer asked worriedly.

“No! I just need a second,” you slowly began to move up and down your hands placed on his chest to maintain your balance.

Spencer moaned with each small movement, the warmth from your insides felt incredible wrapped around him, he fit perfectly inside of you.

“You’re doing so good,” you praised him as his hip started to jerk in a rhythm that matched your pace.

“I can’t last much longer, you feel so good,” Spencer moaned against your lips, when you leaned down to kiss him his cock angled even deeper instead of you.

You could barely open your eyes as you said, “I’m almost there.” The way you spoke triggered something in Spencer that made him remove one of his hands from your back and move it so his thumb would brush against your clit in circles.

With a few more sloppy thrusts caused by his hips that grazed your g-spot each time combined with him rubbing hard circles against your clit, the both of you came at the same time both with moans so loud anyone would be able to hear them through the walls.

You didn’t pull him out of yourself until you had fully gotten your breath back.

“Oh my god,” you sighed lifting off him and rolling into the space beside him, covering half of your body with the thin duvet.

“Good, oh my god? or bad?” Spencer asked pulling you close to him.

“Definitely good, so good,” You answered.

“Okay good because I agree, you were amazing,” Spencer pecked your lips softly.

“I hope you plan on being my plus one again,” you spoke quietly running your fingernails down his naked chest.

He pulled the duvet up to cover your body a little more, “I certainly plan on it.”