#reidaway

[matthewsgreybubbles]

I'm back with an unpopular opinion 🕺🏻✨️

Spencelle could have been something. THEY COULD HAVE AND I WOULD HAVE BEEN HERE FOR IT SO MUCH.

AND NO I WILL NOT HEAR YOU OUT IF YOU DON'T AGREE.

[wereoz]

the fact this photo is from one of THE spencelle eps makes me so happy. thats her nerd right there

[sp3ncelle]

"elle fell first but spencer fell harder"

ACTUALLY spencer liked elle from the very beginning, but he thought that she would never like him back (she seems like she likes tough outgoing guys if yk what i mean) so he just gave up without trying Ugh

i miss them so much you dont get ittt anyways have this pic of them being pookies

[milfsincrime]

jj: what are these?

elle: morgan and i both wrote to do lists

jj: oh? that’s great. i’m so glad you two are both starting to be more organi-

jj: these both just say “spencer”

[badathumanemotions]

Elle's Pursuit

Elle Greenaway x Spencer Reid MDNI Master List Category: Smut CW: Seducing a Co-Worker, Use of Good Boy, Dom/Sub Undertones, Spencer Alludes To Being a Virgin,Corruption Kink, Masturbation, Wearing Revealing Clothing, Overhearing Someone Masturbate, Panty Steal, Dubious Consent, Towel Dropping, Oral Sex (fem rec), Vaginal Fingering, Outercourse, Riding, Unprotected Sex, Cum as Lube, Hopeful Ending. WC: 7,975 Requested

Elle wants Spencer. When the opportunity arises Elle puts a plan in action to seduce the shy genius. (Not Proof Read)

Elle Greenaway felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine when she found out she'd be sharing a hotel room with Spencer Reid. It wasn't just the thrill of being on a new case. It was the tantalizing mystery of the man himself. There was something about his shy, awkward demeanour that she couldn't quite put her finger on, something that made her want to coax out the hidden layers beneath that stoic exterior.

The hotel room was bland and unassuming, like always. But she had a plan that would make this stay anything but ordinary. She tossed her bag onto the bed nearest the window and announced, "This one's mine."

Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she began laying out her most provocative pajamas. Spencer hovered by his own bed, unsure of what to make of her sudden territorial claim. He was too polite to argue, though, and took the one by the door.

Once she was in the bathroom, Elle slipped out of her clothes and into a pair of shorts and a short, silky camisole. She looked at herself in the mirror, a smirk playing on her lips. The fabric clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. She knew this would catch Spencer's attention. She took a deep breath and stepped out, the cool air making her nipples stand at attention.

Spencer's eyes widened as she slunk into the room, her hair falling on her bare skin. He tried to avert his gaze, but it was like trying to ignore the sun. She could see the flush creeping up his neck, the way his eyes kept darting back to her. He was trying to hide his erection, but it was as obvious as a neon sign in the dark.

Elle took a step closer, watching his reaction. "Spencer, is everything okay?" she asked, her voice dripping with innocence. She knew he was nervous, could almost feel the anxiety fall off of him in waves. It was endearing, really.

He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "Y-yes, I'm fine," he stuttered, his eyes darting to the floor.

Elle couldn't help but chuckle softly. "You know, Spencer, you're acting like you've never seen a woman in her pajamas before."

Spencer's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. "It's just… I wasn't expecting… I mean…" He stumbled over his words, his thoughts tripping over each other in a mad rush to escape his mouth. It was adorable, really.

Elle felt pity for the poor guy. She took another step closer and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm just messing with you, Spencer," she said, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "You don't have to be so nervous around me."

The tension in the room eased a bit, and Spencer's shoulders slumped in relief. "Oh," he murmured, his cheeks still aflame.

Elle slid into her bed, the sheets cool against her skin. She lay there, watching him from the corner of her eye, her heart racing. She knew she had planted a seed of curiosity in his mind. She was playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of the chase was too tempting to resist.

"Goodnight, Spencer," she said sweetly, flipping the switch for her bedside lamp.

"Goodnight, Elle," he replied, his voice strained. She watched him disappear into the bathroom, the sound of the door clicking shut echoing in the silence.

Elle waited, listening for any signs of movement. The water in the sink turned on and off, the faucet squeaking slightly. But it was the time that ticked by that had her eyebrows raising. Spencer was in there for what felt like an eternity. She couldn't help but wonder what he was doing in there. Was he trying to compose himself, or was he indulging in a private moment of desire?

Her thoughts raced, painting vivid images in her mind. Images of Spencer, his hand sliding under the waistband of his pants, stroking himself to the image of her lying there, half-exposed in her bed. It was a heady thought, one that made her bite her lower lip. She had to admit, she was getting turned on by the idea of him getting turned on by her.

Finally, she heard the door to the bathroom open and close. Spencer padded quietly across the room in the darkness. She held her breath as he climbed into his bed, the mattress groaning slightly under his weight. The room was silent once more, save for the distant sound of traffic outside.

Although the evening had been uneventful, Elle felt a strange sense of victory. It was a start, a crack in the wall she was determined to break down. As she lay there, she contemplated her next move. It was clear that subtlety wasn't going to cut it with him.

The second night, she decided to kick things up a notch.

When they got back to the hotel room after a long day of interviews and evidence collection, Elle was ready to test the waters further. She unbuttoned her shirt just enough to show a tantalizing glimpse of the swell of her breasts. She watched Spencer from the corner of her eye as he took in the sight, his eyes widening slightly before darting away, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of red.

"Could you hand me that notebook?" she asked, bending over the bed and giving him a clear view down her shirt. He swallowed hard, his hand shaking as he reached for the notebook. His knuckles brushed against her skin as he handed it over, and she could feel the heat radiating off of him. She straightened up, smiling sweetly, and pretended not to notice his reaction.

Elle decided to take a bigger, bolder step. While getting ready to shower, she purposely left the bathroom door ajar. She wanted to make sure he'd hear this next part. She turned on the water, letting it heat up.

Once in the shower, she let her hands wander and tease her body, her fingertips gliding over her soapy slick skin with a deliberate slowness.

Elle knew that Spencer could hear the sound of the shower from his bed, and she didn't hold back. She pinched her nipples, gasping at the sensation that shot straight to her core. The water cascaded down her body, making her skin tingle and her breath hitch.

Her hand slid down between her thighs, her fingertips dancing lightly over her clit. She moaned softly, the sound echoing off the tiles. It was a performance, a seduction in the purest form. She knew that Spencer would be lying in his bed, listening intently, his imagination running wild.

Her other hand found its way to her breasts, her fingertips teasing the sensitive skin around her nipples. She pinched and rolled them, the pleasure building with each twist. Her breathing grew heavier, and her moans grew louder, no longer bothering to hold them back.

As her fingers slid down from her clit to her hole, she felt the slickness of her arousal. She was wetter than she had ever been, and she knew Spencer could hear it all. The thought of him lying there, listening to her pleasure himself, made her even wetter. She slid one finger inside herself, her eyes closing at the feeling. It was tight and warm, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building within her.

Elle began to pump her finger in and out, her hips moving with the rhythm. She added a second finger, feeling the slight stretch, but it wasn't quite hitting her g-spot. She bit her lip, trying to find the perfect angle.

Still unable to reach her peak, she decided to switch things up. Leaning against the cool tiles, she bent one leg, lifting her foot onto the edge of the tub. This new position allowed her to penetrate herself more deeply, and she gasped as she found that sweet spot. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the small bathroom.

Her other hand abandoned her breasts and moved to her clit, rubbing it in fast, firm circles. She leaned her head back, the water going forgotten as she lost herself in the sensation. The pressure was building, her toes curling in anticipation. She knew that with each loud gasp and whimper, she was driving Spencer wild. The thought of him lying in his bed, listening to her pleasure herself was all the motivation she needed.

Elle felt her orgasm approaching, but she forced herself to slow down, to draw it out. She didn't want it to end yet. She wanted to make him suffer a little longer, to make him crave her even more. But her self-control was waning, the need to cum was too strong.

With a guttural moan, she gave in. Her body shook as the orgasm washed over her, her muscles tightening around her fingers. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut. The sound of her moans filled the small bathroom, echoing off the tiles.

Elle caught her breath and quickly finished up her shower, washing away the last of the soap and her own arousal. She stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself, her skin still tingling.

After drying off, she pulled on a pair of pajamas that were just as revealing as the night before. It was a tight-fitting, lacy number that barely contained her breasts and hugged her hips in a way that left little to the imagination.

As she stepped into the main room, she saw Spencer sitting on his bed, his back to her, pretending to read a book. His posture was rigid, his shoulders tense. She knew he'd heard everything.

Elle walked over to her bed, swinging her hips slightly. Spencer's face was indeed beet red, and he had a pillow clutched tightly in his lap. He couldn't hide his erection from her anymore, not that he ever really could.

"Did I disturb you, Spencer?" she asked. "I hope I didn't interrupt your…reading." She arched an eyebrow, her tone dripping with knowing.

Spencer's eyes darted up from the pages of the book that hadn't moved since she'd started her shower. "N-no," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. "You didn't interrupt anything."

Elle smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good," she said, while crawling onto the bed. The way her pajama shorts rode up, revealing the roundness of her ass, was not lost on him. She knew he was watching, could feel his gaze burning into her.

For a moment, Spencer's eyes remained glued to his book, his knuckles whitening. But eventually, the silence grew too much. He looked up, and their eyes met. There was something in hers. It was a challenge, a promise of something more.

He swallowed hard, the pillow in his lap doing little to hide the obvious bulge. "Elle," he began, his voice shaking slightly. "I…uh…" He trailed off, his brain a whirlwind of thoughts and desires.

Elle watched him, her expression a mix of amusement and excitement. She knew she had him on the edge, and she wasn't about to let up. "What is it, Spencer?" she asked.

He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "I…uh, I think I'm just going to turn in for the night," Spencer stuttered, his voice strained. He quickly set his book down on the nightstand and practically sprinted to the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind him, and she heard the sound of the lock clicking into place.

Elle couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. She'd hoped for a more substantial reaction from him, but she knew that patience was key. She'd made progress, and she wasn't about to give up now. As she lay in bed, her mind raced with ideas for what she could do tomorrow to push him even further.

After a few minutes, she heard the bathroom door unlock and open. Spencer emerged, his face still flushed, looking slightly damp. He cleared his throat and took a tentative step towards his bed. "Goodnight, Elle," he murmured, his voice still husky with restrained desire.

Elle returned the sentiment with a knowing smile. "Goodnight, Spencer," she said. She watched him slip into his bed, the tension in his body palpable.

As she lay in the darkness, her thoughts swirled with visions of Spencer's reaction to her little show. She imagined the look on his face, the desperation in his eyes. It was a powerful feeling, knowing she had that kind of effect on him.

On next night, she played it a little more subtle. No more blatant displays of seduction. Instead, she opted for a soft, almost innocent approach.

Elle did her usual night time routine in the bathroom, brushing her teeth, washing her face, and changing into her pajamas. But this time, as she slipped out of her panties, she decided to leave them on the floor. It was a small gesture, but one that she knew would get Spencer's attention.

"Spencer, bathrooms free," she called out. She stepped out of the bathroom, her pajama bottoms riding low on her hips, exposing the bare skin of her stomach.

He looked up from his book, his gaze flickering over her barely-there attire. She noticed the way his eyes widened slightly before quickly looking away, his cheeks flushing. The sight sent a thrill through her.

Spencer took a deep breath, gathered his toiletries, and stood up. "Thanks, I'll just…uh…head in now." He couldn't hide the tremble in his voice, the evidence of his internal battle.

Elle watched him walk into the bathroom, her heart racing. She'd left her panties in the middle of the floor. It was a bold move, but she knew he'd seen them. The moment the door clicked shut, she could almost hear the gears in his mind turning.

She waited silently, her ears straining for any sound that would give her insight into his reaction. The silence was maddening. What was he thinking? Was he embarrassed? Aroused? Annoyed?

Finally, she heard the shower turn on. Slowly, she got out of bed and tiptoed over to the bathroom door. Pressing her ear against the cool wood, she held her breath.

At first, all she could hear was the steady flow of the water. But as the minutes ticked by, she began to detect something else. It was faint, almost imperceptible at first. But as she focused, it grew clearer. It was a soft, rhythmic sound, one that sent a thrill of excitement through her.

Finally, she heard it. A low, almost inaudible grunt. Spencer's breathing had changed, grown heavier. She bit her lip to keep from smiling. The sound was unmistakable. He was jerking off in the shower, and she had driven him to it.

Her own arousal spiked at the thought, and she had to force herself not to touch herself. Instead, she remained by the door, listening intently. She savoured the sounds, letting them fuel her imagination. In her mind, she could see him, his hand moving rapidly over his erection, his eyes tightly shut as he thought of her.

Spencer's breathing grew more ragged, and she knew he was close. The image of his hand pumping away at his shaft made her wetter. She wondered what he was picturing, what fantasy was playing out in his mind. Was he imagining her on her knees, begging for his cock? Or perhaps she was riding him, her breasts bouncing in his face?

The thoughts made her dizzy with lust. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out loud. What would he do if he knew she was listening? Would he be mortified or would he be turned on by the idea that she knew his secret?

Elle's mind raced with scenarios. Perhaps he was imagining her naked, her legs spread wide as she begged for his touch. Or maybe he was picturing her in her underwear, the fabric barely covering her. Or was it something darker, something she hadn't even considered?

The thought of what Spencer's mind could be conjuring up made her wet. She could feel the slickness between her thighs, her clit pulsing with need.

As she listened, the noises grew more pronounced, and she heard him climax, his quiet groan barely muffled by the sound of the shower. She quickly got back into bed, trying to compose herself. She didn't want to give away that she'd been spying on him.

When Spencer finally emerged from the bathroom, his face was flushed, his hair wet and sticking to his forehead. He avoided her gaze as he climbed into bed, his movements jerky and nervous.

Elle feigned ignorance, rolling over to face the wall as Spencer returned from the bathroom. Her heart was racing, her body still humming from the erotic sounds she'd heard through the door.

But she knew she couldn't give in to her desires just yet. This was a game of cat and mouse, and she was the cat, enjoying every moment of the chase. She had to keep her cool, maintain the façade of innocence.

The next morning, she couldn't resist checking the bathroom floor. To her satisfaction, her panties weren't there. Had he picked them up? Was he keeping them? The thought made her cheeks heat up, and she had to hide her giddiness. She decided tonight was the night she was going to do something bold. No more subtle hints or teasing smiles. She wanted to see how far she could push him.

When they got back to the hotel room after another long day, Elle immediately made her way to the bathroom. "I'm just going to wash the day off," she called out over her shoulder, her voice light and casual. But she knew it was anything but that. She had a plan, and she was going to see it through.

Once the water was running, she stepped into the shower. She took her time, soaping up her body with care, her eyes closed as she imagined Spencer's gaze on her. She knew he was out there, waiting, wondering. She lathered her breasts, feeling the slickness of the soap against her skin, her nipples hardening from the anticipation.

Elle took her time, making sure every inch of her body was soft and smooth. She wanted to be perfect for him, to drive him wild with just the sight of her.

When she stepped out of the shower, the air was hazy with steam. She took a deep breath, the scent of her body wash filling her nose, and reached for the towel. But she didn't dry herself completely. Instead, she left her skin slightly damp, the fabric sticking to her curves as she wrapped it around her body.

With a mischievous smile, she left the bathroom without a change of clothes. She had a plan, and she was going to stick to it. Spencer's eyes shot up from his book as she entered the room, his gaze lingering on the towel that barely covered her. She pretended not to notice, walking over to her bag.

"Oops, I seem to have forgotten my clothes," she said with feigned innocence, turning to face him. "I hope you don't mind. It's not like we haven't seen each other in our PJs before."

Spencer's eyes widened at her boldness, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He was torn between his desire to avert his gaze and his inability to tear his eyes away from her glistening skin.

Elle bent over, her towel riding up, revealing the curve of her ass and the soft, pink folds of her pussy. She pretended not to notice his stare, her heart racing with excitement. The anticipation was thrilling, the power she held intoxicating.

Spencer's eyes were glued to her, his breath coming in short gasps. He knew he should look away, but he couldn't. Her bare skin was drawing him in despite his better judgment.

Elle took her sweet time rummaging through her bag, her ass swaying slightly with each movement. She knew he was watching, his eyes devouring every inch of her. The thought of it made her wetter, and she had to fight the urge to spread her legs and give him an even better view.

Once she thought he had enough time to commit the view of her pussy to memory, she straightened back up, her towel barely covering her.

"Here we go," she murmured to herself, tossing the pajamas on the bed with a deliberate flourish. She pretended to fuss with them, smoothing out the fabric.

Spencer's eyes were glued to her every move, his breathing shallow and erratic. She could see the struggle in his eyes, the war between his desire and his fear. It was exhilarating, watching him fight his urges.

Elle decided she'd waited long enough. If she wanted to break down his walls, she had to go all in. She turned to face him fully, her towel dropping to the floor with a soft thud.

Spencer's eyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat. He stared at her, his gaze moving over her body hungrily. She was naked, and she didn't even try to hide it. Her breasts firm, her nipples erect from the cold air and the excitement of the moment. Her hips curved gently, leading down to her pussy, already glistening with arousal.

Elle stood there, letting the moment sink in for him. She watched as his eyes took in every detail, the way his pupils dilated with lust. She could feel it crackling in the air, like lightening ready to strike.

"Elle…" Spencer's voice was strangled, his eyes flicking to hers briefly before darting away again. "I-I'm not sure this is appropriate."

"Why not?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. She stepped closer to him, the towel at her feet forgotten. "We're both adults."

Spencer's eyes snapped to hers, his breath coming in shallow gasps. She could see the conflict in his gaze, the desire warring with his innate shyness. He was torn, but she knew she had him.

He stood up, unsure of what to do with himself. His eyes darted to her bare skin, then back up to hers, filled with a mix of shock and arousal. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in place.

"Elle, are you…are you doing this on purpose?" Spencer's voice was filled with confusion and need. He couldn't fathom why she'd be so brazen with him, of all people. Was it a game to her? Did she know how much he craved her?

Elle stepped closer, the scent of her body wash and freshly showered skin filling the space between them. She placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. "What do you think, Spencer?" she whispered. "Do you think I'd be standing here, naked, if I didn't want you?"

His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of a joke or a trick. But all he found was raw, unbridled desire. He swallowed hard, his own body responding to her touch.

Elle could see the war raging inside him, his desire and his fears locked in a fierce battle. Without another word, she closed the distance between them, her hand sliding up to cup his cheek. She tilted his face towards hers, her lips finding his in a soft, lingering kiss.

But Spencer didn't remain passive for long. His hands surged up to her face, taking hold of her cheeks and deepening the kiss. His fingers dug into her skin, his kiss becoming more demanding, more insistent. It was as if he'd been holding back for so long, and now that the dam had broken.

When they finally broke for air, Spencer's chest was heaving, his eyes searching hers. "I don't know what I'm doing," he confessed, his voice shaking. "I've never…I need you to take charge, Elle."

Elle's smile grew wicked. "With pleasure, Spencer," she whispered.

His tie was the first to go, her fingers unknotting it while her mouth explored the sensitive area just below his ear. She felt his breath hitch as she nipped and kissed, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin.

Next, she quickly got rid of his shirt. Only unbuttoning a couple buttons before pulling it over his head, revealing the expanse of his chest. Spencer's eyes were on her, wide and unsure, but she didn't let his nerves slow her down.

Elle took a step back, and with a knowing smile, she placed Spencer's hands on her breasts. His touch was tentative at first, but she didn't let that deter her. She guided his hands, showing him how to squeeze and massage them gently. His fingers brushed against her nipples, and she gasped, her body responding to his touch.

Encouraged, Spencer grew bolder. He let his thumbs circle her nipples feeling them tighten even further. His palms cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples with increasing pressure.

Elle's eyes fluttered closed as she moaned softly. She took a moment to enjoy the feeling of his hands on her before she worked on his belt. The moment she slid the belt out of the loops, his pants fell to his ankles, revealing his boxers, tented with his erection.

Spencer's slim hips were unable to keep his pants up, and she found that incredibly adorable. She couldn't help but smile at his awkwardness. It was endearing, and it only made her want him more.

Elle took the opportunity to push him down onto the bed, her hand on his chest. She straddled his hips, her wet pussy pressing against the fabric of his boxers.

"I want to see what your mouth can do," she whispered, her voice a soft purr. With a devilish smirk, she rolled over and sat against the headboard, her legs spread wide.

Spencer stared at her, his eyes wide with shock and lust. He knew he was inexperienced, but the sight of her, wet and willing, was too tempting to resist. His mouth watered at the thought. He turned over onto his stomach and groaned at the pressure of his cock being trapped between the bed and his stomach.

Elle grabbed a handful of his hair and guided him to her pussy. He took a deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest. He'd never been this close to a woman before, especially not in this way. The scent of her arousal filled his nose, overwhelming him in the best way.

Without warning, Spencer dove right in, his tongue lapping at her clit with eager enthusiasm. It was clumsy, all over the place, but the raw passion behind it was undeniable. She gasped, her body jolting at the sudden sensation. It was clear he was a novice, but his hunger more than made up for it.

Elle gripped the sheets, her legs trembling as he explored her with his mouth. His tongue darted around her folds, occasionally finding her clit and sending liquid heat through her body. Each misstep was met with a gentle guide from her hand on his head, her breathy moans directing him to the right spot.

"Suck on it, Spencer," she instructed, her voice firm yet gentle. "That's it," she coached as he tentatively took her clit between his lips and applied suction. The sensation was new to him, but his instincts took over. He could feel her body responding, her hips rising to meet his mouth. Her moans grew louder, and Spencer felt a surge of confidence. He knew he was doing something right. His tongue danced around her clit, teasing and flicking.

Her hand tightened in his hair, and she began to rock her hips against his face, setting a rhythm that he eagerly followed. Spencer's own hips began to move, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers as he felt her growing wetter with each stroke of his tongue.

But it wasn't enough for Elle. Her orgasm was building, the pressure coiling tightly in her core, but she needed more. With a gasp, she pulled Spencer's head back and looked at him with a fiery gaze. "Use your fingers," she breathed.

Spencer nodded. He'd read about this in books, seen it in porn, but never experienced it firsthand. His hands shook as he reached out and slid his fingers through her wetness. He marvelled at how warm and soft she felt.

He watched as his fingers entered her, disappearing into her tight pussy. The sight was mesmerizing, and he felt his own cock twitch with excitement. He started moving his fingers in and out, watching as her pussy gripped onto him, begging for more.

But it was when he angled them upward, pressing against the upper wall of her sex, that she reacted. Her body jerked hard, her eyes squeezing shut. He knew he'd found it. Spencer's mind raced with the knowledge he'd gleaned from anatomy books and scientific journals.

"Oh, fuck," she breathed, her voice filled with pleasure. "Just like that."

Spencer's eyes widened at the explicit language coming from her, but he didn't stop. He focused on her clit, his tongue moving in sync with his fingers. Her hips bucked upwards, meeting his every move. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around his fingers. She tasted sweet and salty, a heady combination that made him want to devour her completely.

Elle's grip on his hair grew tighter, almost painfully so, but Spencer didn't mind. Each tug was a signal that he was doing something right, and it only served to make him more eager to bring her to climax. He could feel the tension in her thighs, the way she held her breath as he applied more pressure to her sensitive bundle of nerves.

And then it happened. Her body shuddered, her legs locking around his head as she let out a loud groan that echoed. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, and she bucked her hips into his face. It was a sound of pure pleasure, one that seemed to vibrate through him.

Spencer felt the moment she came, her muscles clenching around his fingers. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of power and awe. And then, the realization hit him. He had made her cum.

With a shocked gasp, he realized his own release had come as well. He had blown his load in his boxers, his cock pulsing against the fabric as he moaned against her. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

Elle looked down at him, her eyes dark with satisfaction. She couldn't help but feel a smug sense of victory. Spencer had come from just eating her out. The knowledge was intoxicating, stroking her ego in a way she hadn't anticipated. She'd never had a man so lost in her that he couldn't control his own body.

"Looks like you enjoyed yourself," she said with a smirk, her hand still gripping his hair.

Spencer's cheeks flushed, his gaze dropping to the bed sheets. He couldn't believe he'd lost control like that. But when he met her eyes, he saw not mockery but excitement. It was a thrilling revelation.

Elle didn't give him a chance to overthink it. With surprising strength, she flipped him over onto his back, straddling his hips. He felt a rush of excitement and fear. Her hands roamed over his body, touching him in places that made him squirm.

Spencer's refractory period was a mere afterthought as she worked him over. She slid down his body, her mouth leaving a trail of kisses from his chest to his stomach, and then lower. She pushed his boxers down, revealing his still-hard cock. The sight of him so ready for her was thrilling.

Without hesitation, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling the stickiness of his release. It was a heady sensation, knowing she had caused that. He tensed up as she slid her hand up and down a few times, using his cum as lubricant. The feel of it was different, warmer and more personal than any other substance she could have used.

Spencer's hips jerked, and he let out a high-pitched whine. It was a sound that would have been comical under any other context, but in this moment, it was the sound of the power she had over him. He was so sensitive that even the slightest touch was too much, and she revelled in it.

Her hand kept moving, her grip firm and steady. She watched his face contort in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head. His body was begging for more, even though he hadn't fully recovered from his last climax.

Elle knew she had to be careful. She didn't want to push him too far too quickly. Her ultimate goal was to get him to the point where he couldn't resist her anymore, where he'd want to fuck her as badly as she wanted him to. So, she waited, her hand continuing to stroke him at a leisurely pace, watching his reactions with like a hawk.

When she felt his cock begin to harden again, she knew it was time. She positioned his cock along his stomach, laying it flat against the warm skin. Then, with a seductive look, she lowered herself, pressing her wet pussy against him.

"You like that, don't you, Spencer?" she whispered, her voice low and husky. "You like feeling how wet I am for you."

Spencer nodded, his eyes glazed over with lust. The sound of her voice, the explicit words coming from her mouth, was like nothing he'd ever experienced. It was filthy, and he loved every second of it.

"Tell me, Spencer," she began, her voice a sultry purr. "What do you think about when you're all alone?" She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Do you think about this?"

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn't help but whimper. "Elle," he managed to get out, his voice strained.

"Tell me, Spencer," she urged, her voice a seductive whisper. "Do you think about me when you're alone at night, stroking your cock?"

Spencer's face flushed an even deeper shade of red, his eyes blinking with shock and arousal. He nodded, unable to form coherent words. The thought of her knowing his most intimate secrets was unbearably erotic.

"What do you think of?" she pressed, her voice a gentle coax. "When you're all alone, with just your thoughts and your hand…what do you imagine?"

Spencer's eyes darted to hers, and he swallowed hard. "I-I don't know," he stuttered, his cheeks burning.

Elle leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. "Don't lie to me," she whispered. "Tell me what you think about when you're touching yourself."

With a shaky exhale, Spencer gave in. "I-I think about you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I imagine it's your hand on me, your mouth…everything."

Elle's eyes gleamed with victory. "And what else?" she urged, her own breath quickening. She knew she had him now.

"I-I imagine…us," Spencer stammered, his eyes flicking to her breasts before darting back to hers. "Together."

Elle leaned in even closer, her breath fanning over his face. "Be more specific," she demanded, her voice a seductive whisper. "I want to know exactly what you picture."

Spencer's heart raced as he tried to put into words the images that usually remained locked in his mind. "I imagine you," he began, his voice shaky, "straddling me, riding me hard, squeezing your b-breasts."

Elle's eyes filled with excitement, her hips grinding down on his cock harder. "Is that what you were thinking about in the shower last night?" she asked.

Spencer's eyes snapped to hers, his mouth hanging open in shock. "You knew?" he gasped.

"Mhm," she hummed, her eyes showing mischief. "I also noticed a pair of my panties are missing. I wonder where they could have gone?"

Spencer's eyes widened with realization, understanding that she had set a trap for him. He was too aroused to feel shame, his body craving her touch and the closeness they were sharing. He knew he'd been caught, but his mind was too foggy with lust to care.

Her pussy slid along his shaft, leaving a trail of wetness as she moved up and down. Each pass of her lips over his cock was agonizingly slow, teasing him with what was to come. His body was on fire, his senses overwhelmed by how close his cock was to being inside her.

He felt his tip catch on her wet hole, and his hips bucked up involuntarily. "Elle," he whimpered, his voice a plea. He was so close to begging, but the words stuck in his throat. He was still too shy to voice the dirty thoughts that filled his mind.

But Elle was tired of waiting. She knew what he wanted, and she was going to give it to him. "Do you want to fuck me, Spencer?" she asked, her voice low and demanding. She watched his face closely, looking for any sign of hesitation.

Spencer's eyes snapped to hers, his pupils dilating with shock. He hadn't expected her to be so blunt, so forward. But the look in her eyes, the way she was moving on him, it was like she'd read his mind. He nodded, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Yes!" he said, the word coming out like a choked gasp.

Elle smirked, feeling high on the power she held. She positioned herself, his cock poised at her entrance. "Will you be good for me?" she purred, her hips tilting slightly. "Let me ride your cock for as long as it takes for me to cum?"

"Yes," he managed to say, his body begging for her to take control. She felt his cock twitch against her wetness, eager to be sheathed inside her.

With a wicked smile, Elle leaned down and whispered, "Good boy," before sliding down his length with an agonizingly slow grace. Spencer's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt himself fill her up. It was tight, so tight, and the sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

For a moment, she let him get used to the feeling, his cock buried deep within her. Then, she began to rock her hips, setting a steady pace that had him groaning. Her breasts bounced with every movement, and Spencer couldn't help but reach up to cup them, his thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples.

She watched as his shyness melted away, replaced by raw, primal need. The intensity in his eyes was something she hadn't seen before. Elle leaned in and kissed him again, her tongue delving into his mouth. Her hips gaining speed, her pussy enveloping his cock with a warm, slick embrace.

Every thrust brought Spencer closer to the edge, and he could feel it in the way her walls tightened around him. He had never felt anything so perfect, so all-consuming. It was as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life, and now that it was here, he never wanted it to end.

Elle watched him with a smug smile, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She had worked hard to break through his walls, and now she was reaping the rewards. Her hips rolled with each downward movement taking him deeper.

She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest for leverage. She began to bounce harder, her breasts jiggling with the motion. Spencer's eyes were glued to them, his mouth open in a silent moan.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" she purred, the words rolling off her tongue with ease. "You like feeling me tight around your cock?"

Spencer groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he nodded frantically. He had never heard anyone talk like this before, let alone to him. It was like someone had seen into his brain, and suddenly, every dirty thought he had ever had was coming to life.

"Tell me how much you like fucking me" she urged. "Say it, Spencer."

Her words hit him like a rock, and he choked out a strangled sound. "I-I like it," he managed, his cheeks burning.

"Mm, that's not good enough," she taunted, her voice a seductive purr. "I want to hear you say it, Spencer. Tell me how much you love fucking me."

Spencer's eyes dilated with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. He'd never talked like this before, never heard such explicit language from his own lips. But the way she said it, the way her pussy tightened around him with each word, it was exciting.

"Say it," she whispered, her hips crashing down on him, emphasizing each word. "Tell me how much you love fucking me, Spencer."

Her words were like a match to dry kindling. Spencer's eyes snapped to hers, his cheeks flaming. "I-I love ff-fucking you, Elle," he finally managed, the words sounding strange and yet incredibly right coming from his lips.

Elle leaned her head back and let out a guttural moan, her body arching with the pleasure of his confession. Her pussy clenched around him, and she felt his cock swell even more at the sound. "Again," she demanded. "Say it again."

"I love fucking you, Elle," Spencer repeated, his voice stronger this time. The words seemed to resonate within him, giving him a newfound sense of power. He hadn't realized how much he enjoyed saying them, how much it turned him on to hear her react to his voice.

With a triumphant smile, Elle took his words as the permission she needed to let go. She called him a "good boy" again. Then, she began moving her hips impossibly faster, her body moving like a blur above him.

Each thrust stole Spencer's breath away, as if she were pulling it from his lungs and leaving nothing but pure, white-hot pleasure in its wake. Her pussy was a vice around him, so wet and warm that he couldn't even think of anything else. The friction was heavenly, and the way she took him in left him dizzy.

And then it happened. Without warning, Spencer's orgasm hit him. He didn't even have a chance to gasp out a warning before his cock pulsed, releasing his seed deep inside her. The intensity of it took him by surprise, and his whole body tensed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him.

Elle moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. Even though he had already cum once, there was still so much. She had never felt so full. Spencer's gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he tried to hold her down.

Her movements grew erratic, her breaths coming in short pants. Spencer watched her, his cock still buried deep inside her, as she chased her own release. It was mesmerizing, the way she moved, the way her body responded to him.

Elle threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back. Her eyes fluttered closed, and Spencer knew she was close. He could feel it in the way her pussy spasmed around him, in the way she was grinding down on his cock. He felt himself starting to grow sensitive, the pleasure turning almost painful, but he didn't stop. He held on for her, needing to give her everything she needed.

And then, she was there. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked down at him with a fiery gaze. "You're going to make me cum," she panted. "You're going to make me cum all over your cock."

Spencer watched the way his cock disappeared into her, the way his cum was leaking out around the base. The sight was too much, the overstimulation hitting him like a ton of bricks. He began to whine and whimper at the painful pleasure, his body writhing beneath hers.

"You promised, Spencer," Elle said, her voice low and sultry. "You said you'd be good and let me use you until I'm satisfied." She began to rock her hips again, riding him through it. The feel of his cum mixing with her own wetness was driving her wild. She loved that she had him at her mercy.

Spencer bit his lip, his eyes squeezed shut as he nodded. He hadn't realized how much his body was capable of, but with Elle, he was discovering a whole new world of pleasure.

And then, it happened. Spencer couldn't hold back anymore. He let out an unexpected curse, something he'd never done before, especially not in the presence of a woman. "Fuck," he yelped out, the word slipping from his lips.

Elle's eyes shot open, and she stared down at him, surprised. That mixed with the look of pure, unfiltered pleasure on his face was what pushed her over the edge. Her own orgasm crashed over her, and she dug her nails into his chest, leaving red marks behind.

Her pussy clamped down on his cock, the walls pulsing around him as she rode out her climax. Spencer could feel her arousal dripping out onto his pelvis, soaking his pubes. The sensation was overwhelming, and he was surprised by how much he liked it.

Elle collapsed onto Spencer's chest, boneless and panting. Her body was a mess of sweat and sticky fluids, but he didn't care. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as the aftershocks vibrated through her body.

For a moment, she let her guard down, allowing the tenderness to show in her eyes as she looked up at him. "You did so good," she whispered, her voice filled with affection. It was the first time she'd ever praised anyone during sex, but she meant every word.

Spencer felt himself falling hard, his chest tightening at the sight of her flushed cheeks and sated smile. He had never felt so alive, so connected to another person. As she lay on top of him, their hearts beating erratically, he realized that this was likely more than just a fling or a case of lust. This was something deeper, something that scared him and thrilled him in equal measure.

But the moment of tenderness was short-lived. Elle's expression grew serious, and she began to move off of him. He felt the loss of her heat immediately, his body already craving her touch. She slipped his cock out of her, the sensation of her tightness receding, leaving him feeling empty. He watched as she got off the bed, her legs wobbly and her pussy leaking their combined arousal.

The sight of his cum dripping down her thighs was like a call to Spencer's basest instincts. It was something so primal, so raw, that he couldn't tear his gaze away. He'd never seen anything more erotic in his life. It was a reminder of what they had just done, and the possession it stirred within him was overwhelming.

Elle reached out a hand to him, her smile playful yet filled with an underlying seriousness. "Come on," she said, her voice breathless. "Let's get cleaned up."

Spencer's heart leaped at the prospect of her wanting him to join her. It was as if she had read his thoughts, knew his insecurities, and was actively working to dismantle them. He took her hand, his own trembling slightly, and allowed her to pull him to his feet.

Once on his feet, she kissed him again, this time with a gentle, lingering passion that seemed to melt away any remaining tension. It was a kiss that spoke of comfort and connection, not just the raw desire that had driven them to this point. Then she turned and led him by the hand to the bathroom, her grip firm and reassuring.

[reidselle]

husband and wife (real)!

[tobias-hankel]

Why does Spencer look so sassy here? Like a little brother waiting on his sister to hurry up.

[spencelle-secret]

made by me

[reidvrmore]

doctor who series two was aired from november 2005 to july 2006.

criminal minds season one debuted on september 2005.

we know in canon spencer watched doctor who and since he and elle were close maybe she watched it with him, they watched series two together as it was coming out.

maybe spencer saw himself and elle as ten and rose and once she left he rewatched this particular season when he missed her.

[n3v3rknewhername]

he wants that cookie so bad

[foxy-eva]

Spencer Reid x Elle Greenaway - Domestic Headcanons

(requested by anon for my New Year's Celebration)

Spencer always wants to make sure that Elle feels comfortable. It takes a long time for him to accept that he deserves to be taken care of, too.

Usually when they come home from a case they take a bath or a shower together to wash off any remains of the workweek. Spencer really likes to wash Elle's hair and give her a little scalp massage.

They rest a lot on their days off. They spend their entire mornings in bed and take little afternoon naps. Spencer always seeks out physical contact and loves to be held while sleeping.

They live on take-out while working on a case so even though they both hate cooking, they make it a habit to prepare healthy meals together when they have time off. Elle always makes sure that Spencer eats his veggies.

If the weather is nice they like to go on little walks to get a hot beverage from their favorite coffee shop.

It was surprising to Spencer when he learned that Elle really likes playing silly video games. She proudly owns a Nintendo64 and they love playing Mario Party and Super Smash Bros

At first they really disliked the shows the other one enjoyed but now they can't get enough of it. They always switch between watching Doctor Who and Sex and the City.

[wereoz]

it’s actually so important to have two bisexuals on the opposite ends of the spectrum of cool be in love

[seraphimnoir]

but dont fool yourself

she was heartache from the..

..moment that you met her

[sp3ncelle]

protective gf 😩💗

"lets not mention it" and she looks right at derek cause she knows he's a teaser Stopppp i love her

[milfsincrime]

elle: hope all women have a good day today <3

elle: men.. you think about all the problems you caused

[badathumanemotions]

Elle Takes a Break

Elle Greenaway x Spencer Reid MDNI Master List Category: Smut CW: Dubious Consent, Office Sex, Desk Sex, Riding, Hand Job, Cum on Tits, Co-Workers, Quickie, Vaginal Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones. WC: 3,874 Elle takes a break from work and uses Spencer to do it. (Not Proof Read)

Elle Greenaway sat at her desk, the room's muted lights casting a soft glow on her tired eyes. Her fingers danced over the keyboard, typing up the final details of the case report. She took a deep breath, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease slightly. It had been a long day, but she was almost done.

A faint sound caught her attention. She looked up to see Spencer Reid, his tie askew, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he studied a file. He glanced up, noticing her gaze, and offered a small smile. The brief connection between them was innocent, but it sent a jolt of something unidentifiable through her. She looked away, focusing on her work again.

Elle's thoughts drifted to the frustration that had been building inside her for weeks. The case they were working on had been intense, leaving little time for personal comfort. She felt a restlessness in her core, a need for something more than the cold embrace of her empty bed at night. Her eyes flicked back to Spencer, who was now engrossed in his work, oblivious to her inner turmoil.

Her gaze lingered on the sharp lines of his jaw, the way his hair fell slightly over his forehead. He was so focused, so...unattainable. That was part of the allure, she admitted to herself. The challenge of breaking through his intellectual barriers and reaching the man beneath. But tonight, she didn't want a challenge. She wanted a release.

Without conscious thought, she pushed her chair back and stood up, stretching her legs. She walked over to Spencer, the soft carpet muffling her footsteps. He looked up again, raising an eyebrow in question. She leaned over his desk, her breasts brushing against his arm. "I need a break," she murmured, her voice low and husky.

Spencer blinked, clearly surprised by her proximity. The air between them grew thick with tension, and she could see his eyes widen slightly behind his glasses. He swallowed hard, setting his pen down. "Elle..." he began, but she didn't let him finish. She leaned in closer, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder, her fingers digging in slightly.

"Come with me," she said, her voice still low and sultry. She didn't wait for his response before turning and walking out of the room, the sway of her hips a silent invitation. She knew he was watching her. Knew he was torn between his surprise and the sudden, unmistakable desire that had flared in his eyes.

Spencer stood there for a moment, his heart racing. He wasn't sure what was happening, but he knew he didn't want it to stop. He gathered his things, his mind racing as he followed her out of the office. The hallways were empty, the quiet hum of the night outside muffled by the thick walls.

Elle led him to a small, unused office at the end of the hall. She didn't bother with the lights, letting the moon's glow through the window provide the only illumination. The room was sparse, with nothing but a desk and a couple of chairs, but it was private. She closed the door behind them with a soft click, and the sound echoed in the small space.

Spencer felt his heart pound in his chest as he followed her, trying to process what was happening. He'd always found her attractive, but their relationship had been strictly professional. He had never expected this. She turned to face him, her eyes dark with need. Without a word, she reached up and pulled his glasses off, setting them aside. Then, she grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him closer, her mouth crushing against his.

The kiss was fierce, demanding. Her tongue swept into his mouth, and she tasted like mint and the faint trace of coffee. Spencer's arms wrapped around her, his hands sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. He'd never felt anything like this before, a mix of shock and pure, carnivorous desire. He knew he should be questioning this, but his body had taken over, and he didn't want to fight it.

Elle broke away, her breathing ragged. She stepped back, her eyes never leaving his. She began to unbutton her shirt, her movements deliberate, almost aggressive. Spencer watched, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her. He reached out, his hands shaking slightly, and helped her finish the task. The shirt fell to the floor, revealing her lace bra that barely contained her breasts.

He reached out, cupping one in his hand, feeling the weight of it, the heat of her skin. She gasped, arching into his touch. His thumb brushed over her nipple, and it tightened under his touch. He felt his own desire growing, pressing against the fabric of his pants. He wanted her, more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life.

With a swift motion, she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spilled out, perfect and round, the nipples pebbled with desire. Spencer leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Elle's hands gripped his hair, holding him close as she moaned. She was in charge here, and he was more than happy to follow her lead.

Her hands found their way to his belt, deftly unbuckling it. She tugged his pants down, her eyes never leaving his. His erection sprang free, and she wrapped her hand around it, stroking him firmly. Spencer's breath hitched, his eyes closing momentarily as pleasure shot through him. He knew he was close to losing control, but he didn't want to rush this.

Elle stepped back, her own breathing heavy. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, and with a sinuous motion, slid them down her legs. The fabric whispered against her skin, revealing the dampness of her thong. Spencer's gaze followed the path of her body, his eyes lingering on the triangle of fabric that barely concealed her arousal. She stepped out of her jeans, kicking them aside, and then reached for the strings of her thong.

With a slow, deliberate pull, she slid the thong down, her hips swaying slightly. The fabric caught on her ankle for a moment before it too joined the pile of discarded clothing. She was naked before him now, her skin bathed in the silvery moonlight that filtered through the blinds. Spencer's eyes roamed over her, taking in every curve and line. She was beautiful, more so than he had ever allowed himself to acknowledge. The desire to touch her, to claim her, was overwhelming.

Elle stepped closer, pressing her body against his. He could feel her heat, the dampness between her legs. She reached down and took his hand, guiding it to her core. He gasped as his fingers encountered her wetness, slipping easily inside her. She was ready for him, more than ready. Her hips rocked against his hand, setting a rhythm that was both urgent and needy.

Spencer's own arousal was painfully obvious, his cock straining against his boxers. She reached down and tugged them off, his erection springing free. She took it in her hand, stroking him with the same confidence she had shown in stripping herself.

With a sudden surge of dominance, she pushed him backward, his thighs colliding with the edge of the desk. He stumbled slightly, but she was already there, guiding him to sit down. Then, with a grace that belied her urgency, she straddled him, her wetness sliding against his shaft. Spencer's eyes went wide, his mind racing with the reality of what was happening.

Elle took a moment to appreciate the power she had over him, her hands on his shoulders, her breasts brushing against his chest. She could feel his pulse hammering beneath her palms, a silent testament to his need. Then, with a smirk that spoke of pure mischief, she reached down and positioned him at her entrance. She hovered there, just for a moment, watching the anticipation play across his face.

With a sudden, urgent movement, she sank down onto him, enveloping him in her heat. Spencer's eyes rolled back in his head, and he groaned, the sensation of her tightness around him overwhelming. She began to move, setting a pace that was fast and demanding. He could feel her muscles contracting around him, her wetness coating him as she chased her own pleasure.

In the back of his mind, Spencer wondered how he had ended up here. How had they crossed this line? But the thrill of the forbidden, the risk of getting caught, only added to the intoxicating rush of sensations. He had never felt so alive, so alive and so...used. It was a heady feeling, one that sent shivers down his spine.

Elle's movements grew more erratic, her breaths coming in short gasps. Her nails dug into his skin as she rode him, her eyes closed, lost in the throes of passion. Spencer could feel his own climax building, his body straining to keep up with her demanding pace. But she didn't seem to care about his pleasure. This was all about her, and the realization was both humiliating and exhilarating.

He watched as her breasts bounced with every thrust, her hardened nipples standing proudly. Her head was thrown back, her hair a wild mess around her face, and her moans filled the small room. Spencer's hands found her hips, trying to guide her, to bring her closer for his own release, but she slapped them away, maintaining her dominance.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice strained.

Elle smirked, her eyes still closed. "Keep talking," she encouraged, her hips grinding against him in a way that made him feel like he was losing control.

Spencer's eyes searched her face, trying to read the emotions playing out across her features. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from their kisses. He could see the sweat glisten on her skin, the way her pupils had dilated with lust. "Elle, you're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice raw with need.

Elle's eyes snapped open, and she glared at him, a feral look crossing her face. "I don't want to hear that," she snapped, her voice sharp. "This isn't about feelings. This is just...this." She didn't elaborate, but her meaning was clear. She didn't want emotions to complicate what they were doing. She wanted him as a means to an end, a tool to satisfy her desires.

Spencer felt a flicker of disappointment, but he quickly pushed it aside. He didn't need emotions to enjoy this, did he? He could take what she was giving him, even if it was just physical. He leaned back, watching as she continued to ride him, her body moving with a rhythm that spoke of desperation. Her breasts bobbed with each movement, her skin glistening with sweat. He knew he should be more in control, should be the one dictating the pace, but she had taken charge so effortlessly that he found himself content to let her.

Her eyes remained closed, her face a mask of concentration. Spencer studied her, the way her cheeks hollowed as she took in sharp breaths, the way her teeth dug into her bottom lip as she grew closer to her peak. He could feel her tightening around him, her muscles clenching as she approached climax. He swallowed hard, his own need building rapidly.

With a sudden, decisive move, Elle reached down between their bodies and began to stroke her clit with rapid, firm circles. Spencer's eyes widened slightly as he felt her tighten even more around him. It was a revelation, watching her pleasure herself so unabashedly.

Her hand moved with a focused intensity, her eyes still squeezed shut as she chased her own orgasm. The sight of her was mesmerizing, her body moving in a symphony of need and desire. Spencer felt his own climax building, his hips bucking up to meet hers as she rode him.

Elle's breath grew shallower, her movements more erratic. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, she came hard and fast, her body seizing around him. Her eyes flew open, locking onto his, and he could see the surprise, the raw pleasure reflected in their depths. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

Spencer watched, his own climax on the precipice. The sight of her, so uninhibited, so lost in the moment, was intoxicating. He felt his body respond, his hips jerking upward as he tried to keep up with her frantic pace. She was using him, using his body to satisfy her own desires, and he was powerless to resist.

Her hand remained between them, her movements feverish as she brought herself to the brink again. Spencer's muscles tensed, his own orgasm hovering just out of reach. He could feel the heat building in his balls, the pressure that signalled his impending release.

But as she reached her peak again, she abruptly stopped her stroking, her eyes snapping open to meet his. "Not inside me," she ordered, her voice a harsh whisper. She slammed her hand down on his chest, pushing him back onto the desk. He was so close, the need to come overwhelming, but he obeyed, his cock slipping out of her with a wet sound.

Panting, she leaned forward, her hand wrapping around his shaft. She began to stroke him rapidly, her eyes never leaving his. "You're going to come on my tits," she said, her voice filled with an authority that brooked no argument. Spencer nodded, his eyes glazed with passion. He watched as she leaned back, her breasts bouncing slightly as she positioned herself.

Her movements grew more erratic, her strokes faster, harder. Spencer could feel the tension building, the pressure in his balls growing unbearable. He knew he was close, so close, but he couldn't find the release he craved. His hips thrust upward, trying to push himself into her hand, but she held firm, keeping him at bay.

"Please, Elle," he begged, his voice strained.

Elle smirked, enjoying the power she held over him. She could feel the desperation in his voice, the way his body was begging for release. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin. "Do it," she whispered, her hand moving faster, her grip tightening.

Spencer's eyes widened, his body straining. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a strangled groan, he erupted, his cum spurting onto her chest, her breasts slick with his release. She continued to stroke him, milking every last drop, watching with a sense of satisfaction as his body trembled beneath her.

Finally, she let go, and he collapsed back onto the desk, panting. She sat back on her heels, her chest heaving, a smug smile playing on her lips. Spencer lay there, trying to catch his breath, his mind racing with the intensity of what had just occurred.

Elle reached for the tissues on the desk, tearing off a few and using them to clean herself up. She moved with a purposeful grace, not bothering to be shy. Spencer watched her, his eyes still glazed with lust as she took care of herself. He felt a strange mix of emotions – awe, gratitude, and something else, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

As she finished wiping the semen off her chest, she turned to him and said, "Get dressed." The words were simple, but they carried the weight of a command. He nodded, his body moving almost of its own accord as he complied. His hands shook slightly as he buttoned his shirt, his mind racing with the implications of what they had just done.

Elle watched him, her expression unreadable. She bent down to retrieve her bra and panties, sliding them on with a practised ease that spoke of countless similar encounters. Spencer felt a pang of something that might have been jealousy, but he pushed it aside. This wasn't about him, not really. It was about her needs, and he had been the one to satisfy them.

"We good?" she asked, her voice a question that had more layers than he could begin to unravel. Spencer nodded, still trying to catch his breath. The question hung in the air, thick with meaning. It could have been a simple inquiry about his comfort or a declaration of the status of their relationship, which had just been forever altered. He couldn't be sure which she meant, and the ambiguity was maddening.

Spencer sat up, his mind racing as he tried to piece together the last few minutes. The intensity of their encounter had left him reeling, and he found it hard to believe that she was so casually dressed again, as if nothing had happened. He stumbled through the motions of pulling his pants up, his shirt still unbuttoned.

"It's nothing personal, Reid," Elle said, her voice cold and detached as she bent to adjust her own clothes. "It's just...sometimes you need to blow off steam."

Spencer nodded, his mind racing. He knew she was right. This was just a physical release, a way to deal with the tension that came with their line of work. It didn't mean anything more than that, despite the part of him that hoped it might. He didn't dare voice those thoughts, though. This was her show, and he was just along for the ride.

Elle stood up, her movements fluid and graceful despite the urgency of their encounter. She stepped closer to him, her eyes still dark with desire. Without a word, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his in a kiss that was as intense as it was brief. It was a declaration of ownership, a silent thank you for the pleasure she had taken from him.

As she pulled away, she whispered, "You're welcome," the words a teasing reminder of the power she held. Spencer's chest heaved, his heart racing as he stared up at her, his shirt still open, his pants still around his ankles. She turned away, her hips swaying slightly as she walked towards the door. He watched her go, unable to tear his gaze away from the curve of her back, the way her hair glowed in the moonlight.

Once the door clicked shut behind her, Spencer remained frozen for a second, just staring at the space she had once occupied. The room felt colder without her, the air thick with the scent of their passion. He let out a shaky breath, his mind racing with the implications of what they had done.

Then, a sudden noise from the hallway startled him back to reality. He jolted, his heart racing as he scrambled to pull his pants up. He couldn't let anyone catch him like this, not in this compromising position. His shirt hung open, revealing his flushed chest, and his pants were a tangled mess around his ankles.

He could hear someone coming, their footsteps echoing down the hall. Spencer's eyes darted to the door, his mind racing. He had to get dressed, had to get out of here before anyone saw them. Panic set in, and he stumbled as he tried to stand, knocking over one of the chairs in the process. The sound was loud in the quiet room, and he cringed, waiting for the inevitable knock on the door.

But it didn't come. The footsteps grew closer, and he managed to get his pants up and his shirt buttoned just as the handle began to turn. His heart was in his throat, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. The door swung open, and in the dim light of the hallway, he saw Anderson, a look of mild concern on his face.

"Reid, you okay in here?"

Spencer's eyes snapped to the doorway, where Anderson stood, his expression a mix of curiosity and confusion. He had never been so grateful for the dim lighting in the unused office, which hopefully obscured his flushed cheeks and dishevelled appearance.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Spencer managed to croak out, his voice sounding anything but steady. He cleared his throat and tried again, his heart still pounding in his chest. "I just... caught my foot on the chair." He gestured awkwardly to the toppled chair beside him, hoping that the lie was convincing enough. "Clumsy me."

Anderson's gaze flicked from Spencer to the chair and back again, his expression still a puzzled frown. "You sure you're okay?" he asked, taking a step into the room. "You look a bit... flustered."

Spencer nodded quickly, a little too eagerly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he said, his voice still not quite steady. He forced a laugh, trying to play it off. "Just clumsy, as usual." He took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of his heart. "I guess I've had one too many cups of coffee today."

Anderson's frown deepened, but he didn't push the issue. "Alright, if you're sure," he said, his eyes lingering on Spencer for a moment longer than necessary.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Spencer let out a sigh of relief so deep it felt like it came from his very soul. The adrenaline rush of almost being caught was almost as intense as the sexual release he had just experienced. He slumped back against the desk, his legs still shaking. The excitement was still coursing through him, a potent mix of fear and arousal that made his stomach churn. He had never felt anything like this before, and the thought of it happening again sent a thrill through him.

Gathering his wits, he took a moment to straighten his shirt and tuck it back into his pants. He didn't dare look in the mirror; he knew his face would be a giveaway. Instead, he took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.

The bullpen was dark, most of the team having called it a night. The only light came from the flickering screens of the computers that never truly slept. Spencer made his way back to his desk, trying to keep his pace casual, as if he hadn't just been thoroughly used by his colleague.

Elle was already there, her eyes on her paperwork, her expression unreadable. Spencer's heart skipped a beat as she looked up and their eyes met. The smirk that curled her lips was the same one that had sent him spiralling into a vortex of desire just moments before.

"Thanks for the... break," she said, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down his spine. He nodded, unable to find his voice, and she winked at him, the gesture so subtle that it was almost imperceptible. But Spencer felt it like a brand, searing into his very soul. He ducked his head, his cheeks flushing a deep red as he quickly turned back to his work. Elle chuckled to herself, the sound low and intimate, as she refocused on the files in front of her.