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It had to be a TikTok-Party. The only subject Spencer Reid felt himself absolutely unqualified for. The party was, how else could it be, the idea of Penelope Garcia after the whole team had been grounded due to a storm making its way across the whole country. Spencer had hoped to be back in his apartment already, to just decompress after a long, long, long case, but of course he couldn’t be that lucky.
No, instead he sat on an armchair in the hotel lobby, vacated by everyone except the team and watched them perform various dance moves.
Hotch sat there, his mouth a fine line, that betrayed him every so often by twitching. He wouldn’t participate of course but he was fine with sitting next to Dave, both men a scotch in hand and watch primarily Derek and Penelope lead the shenanigans. Though Dave had just dazzled them with a shining rendition of ‘Apple’.
There was a time when Spencer had simply excused himself to go to his hotel room for some peace and quiet. But all of that changed when Olivia joined the team.
He found himself going out with the team more often, staying longer on nights out and more often than not his gaze looked for her in any room he entered. He always knew where in the room she was.
Currently she sat on the couch across from him, nursing her favorite drink, a mojito, and laughing at Derek, JJ and Penelope who performed an almost too well studied choreography to ‘Da Dip’ with Penelope front and center and matching tiny sunglasses straight from SSA Morgans collection.
“Oh, you joke.” Penelope laughed as she finished, holding a bowl under Olivia’s nose in which she had put a bunch of different pieces of paper with various TikTok-trends.
Olivia put her drink down dramatically on the table, threw her hair back with a cocky grin and rummaged around in the bowl.
‘Please don’t be a lady Gaga performance’ Spencer quietly pled to the heavens. The last party Penelope had planned had been more of a dance marathon and watching Olivia perform had given him a guilty conscience for weeks.
He never thought he was capable of lusting after a coworker like that. He was supposed to be above this; he was an intellectual! The holder of three PhDs for crying out loud, but when he saw her…
He knew it was wrong, he should just be a man, like Derek would say, and fess up, but he didn’t want to threaten either of their careers. Or worse get rejected. Not that was something new. He had several rejections, flings, relationships behind him, nothing to long lived, but the thought of getting rejected by her, such an intelligent, funny, gorgeous woman and the awkwardness which would ensue, when she rejected him.
In a smooth movement Olivia stood up, a tiny piece of paper in her hand, walked over to her tablet and typed in a song title before waving Emily over. To see how Olivias arms wrapped around Emily’s waist from behind filled Spencer with a strange longing.
Then the ‘CanCan’ started playing, one of the few musical pieces Spencer knew without having to ask one of his teammates about them.
Olivia picked Emily up so she could run in the air, causing both of them to fall over, while laughing hysterically.
Spencer stood on his feet before he noticed and offered Olivia his hand. He wasn’t one for touching people usually, but he couldn’t help himself around her.
She took his hand, still giggling and got on her feet. “Thanks. What do you say? Center of gravity too high?”
He chuckled a little. “Well… maybe. Or you are simply tipsy.”
“Hush you. I’m never tipsy.” She gently nudged his shoulder. How she adored him… But she was not so drunk to make a move for him right in front of the whole team.
Instead, she offered him the bowl. “You are participating, right?” She tilted her head.
He hesitated. He wanted to impress her so badly, but he knew a dance choreography would be more than just embarrassing. How could he say no to her? It would be humiliating. Still… Maybe he could make her laugh. His favorite sound in the world.
With a reluctant smile he started fishing around before pulling a piece of paper out the bowl.
He frowned while reading it. “What is ‘Blue Shirt guy’ supposed to mean?” ‘Please let it be some easy mad lip’ But alas he was disappointed.
“Uhhh… Spence has blue shirt guy.” JJ laughed and Emily grinned too.
Derek smirked. “Pretty big shoes to fill, pretty boy.”
Penelope took Olivias iPad and typed into the search-bar before showing Spencer the video. ‘Oh-oh’
He gulped audibly but the stares of his teammates held him back from surrendering. Especially Olivia. She looked almost intrigued.
He took a big sip of his Arnold Palmer, begging for a placebo-induced buzz, before standing up in front of the team and taking a last deep breath before the music started. He tried. Hard.
But even he could tell that he was doing a bad job. His no sense of rhythm paired with his long, uncoordinated limbs explained the laughter of the team. After excruciating twenty seconds he came to a stumbling halt.
Derek laughed. “I knew you are white, pretty boy, but damn, you are white-white.”
The others chuckled, even Olivia gave an amused expression. He wanted to die. Or at least for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. This was the most embarrassed he felt, even worse than the time JJ forced him to wear that godawful birthday hat.
Hotch seemed to notice his discomfort, because he put his glass down with more pressure than necessary.
“We have an early flight tomorrow I suggest we end this evening now.” The tone of his voice didn’t really leave room for discussion.
One after the other walked up to their room, until it was only Spencer and Olivia. He cleared his throat. “So… um… this was fun.”
“Yeah. We should do this more often.” She smiled and oh god that smile.
Spencer could feel his cheeks heat up. “Hey um… Do you mind if I borrow your iPad?” He asked, trying to sound at least somewhat casual.
“Sure, what do you need it for?”
“Just some research. This case really showed me that I do not know enough about the cicadas as I should.”
Olivia chuckled and handed the iPad over. “Alright… If you insist.”
They walked upstairs together, Spencer one step behind her, his gaze drifting to her rear before looking back up quickly. ‘No, no no. She’s a colleague and a friend. Bad Spencer.’ he chastised himself before his stupid brain gave him the vivid image of Olivia punishing him for these kinds of thoughts.
Their rooms were next to each other, and he bid her a quiet good night before disappearing into his room.
Olivia tried not to give it a second thought, simply went to her hotel room. She wasn’t drunk, just a little wired. Seeing Spence trying to dance was cute.
Completely out of rhythm but cute. That man had more cake than he was aware of, and the slacks showed it off beautifully.
She quickly shook her head and decided to take a shower. Maybe that would help clean her dirty mind. She went about showering, got dressed in an oversized shirt and got comfortable on the hotel bed.
The smell of neutral laundry detergent and the stiffness of the pressed sheets had become almost too familiar. All those trips with the team, but wasn’t it worth it? On nights like this after a successful case and a pleasant time with the team it seemed like it was.
She placed a pillow in her back, got her phone and headphones. Her plan was simple. Maybe read a bit, scroll through the socials and listen to some podcasts. But as she put her headphones on, she heard it. The tune.
Of course she recognized it, she just heard it a few minutes ago in the lobby. The rhythmic beat of ‘Assumptions’, the slowed down version. Her eyes widened as she realized what was happening.
“Cicadas my ass.” She mumbled, swung her legs out of the bed and quietly left her room.
Carefully she moved over the empty hotel hallway, to Spencer’s door. She pressed an ear to the cold wood and tried her hardest to make out the sounds. And there it was. The same song. Or the same twenty seconds over and over again. Her lips formed a big smile.
As quietly as she could she tried his door. Unlocked. She slipped into his room and closed the door behind her.
Spencer tried hard. Staring at the iPad and the almost mocking easy flow of the blue shirt guys hips. He tried his hardest to mirror the movement. IQ of 187, this couldn’t be that hard.
Olivia stepped up behind him. “You’re too stiff.”
The shriek was not manly, but he was too startled to care. He jumped and turned around. “Wha… How… I…” He stuttered.
“Door was unlocked.”
“Oh…. Right…”
“Seasoned FBI agent like you should know better, shouldn’t you?” She teased and sat down on his bed, where she crossed her legs. Those legs… They looked so soft. Spencer felt tempted to reach out and touch them, but he held back.
“I suppose you’re right.” He ran a hand through his half-long brown hair with a nervous chuckle.
“Did you practice the whisk?”
“Is that what it’s called? I think it should be called the hip dislocation.”
She chuckled and he felt a warmth rush through him. “As I said you’re too stiff.” She stood up and stood in front of him. “Here watch me.”
Her hips moved in perfect synch with the blue shirt man. Her curves were made for this movement, and he felt himself getting lost at the sight.
“See?”
“Yup.” He tried to affirm casually, but it came out hoarsely.
The sound of his voice like this…. Was that longing? Did she dare to hope? Slowly she turned back to him.
His face was flushed and his hands, those beautiful hands with the long, strong fingers were fidgeting.
She had imagined him cupping her face with those hands, running a hand through her hair, maybe even tightly gripping the back of her neck. She loved watching them. On cases, when he fiddled with a pen or in the office when he performed a magic trick.
“Turn around, try again.” she challenged him.
He hesitated. Was she making fun of him? But the eagerness to comply with everything she said was too strong.
Slowly he turned around and gathered himself. The music started playing, just as she placed her hands on his hips. She guided him through different movements. Her fingers dug a little into his hips, relishing in the feeling of being so close to him.
When the song finished and started over, Spencer stopped it, his breathing slightly ragged and not from physical exertion. Slowly he turned around, careful to keep her hands on him.
They shared a long moment of gazing into each other’s eyes. Spencer’s hands came up to her cheeks, cupping them lightly, giving her every opportunity to pull away. It was just how he imagined.
Her skin was soft under his thumbs that traced up and down her cheeks, feeling the form of her cheek, committing the smell to memory. She smelled so good, so close to him. No trace of her usual perfume, just the sweet shampoo, almond and vanilla and her body lotion.
“Is this in my head?” He asked quietly, almost shy.
“No… Unless it’s a Folie-a-deux.”
He shook his head. „Very unlikely. Less than one percent of the human population suffers from this condition and…“
She bit her lip. How could he talk about such an unsexy topic and make it sound so intriguing.
“Don’t do that.” He said softly, tugging her lip out from between her teeth with his thumb.
“Why not?”
“Makes me want to do it to.”
Olivia leaned forward, rubbing her nose slightly against his. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Dr. Reid.”
He flushed but did not miss a beat. He leaned close, cradling her face in his hands before his lips pressed on hers.
First softly, exploring the form of her mouth with his lips. He gave her a small almost reluctant kiss, before noticing that she was kissing him back. Actually kissing him back. Her lips were so soft. He could get lost in them.
His lips continued to explore hers, the slow pace was difficult to maintain, when all he wanted was to throw her onto the bed and show her how much he desired her.
To his surprise, it was her tongue that darted out first, tracing his lips before sweetly pressing against his to ask for entrance. He let out a groan as he started to walk her back towards the bed. She let herself fall when her knees hit the bed, but he did not follow immediately.
Olivia leaned herself up on her elbows. “Aren’t you coming?”
“Oh, believe me I’m com- I… I’ll be there in a moment. Let me just make sure…“ In a few strides he was at the door, locking it thoroughly before using his long legs to be next to the bed.
She beckoned him closer with a smile that could tempt a monk, and he decided then that the FBI career wasn’t that important to him. In a second, he was on her, carefully holding himself up with his arms and legs not to crush her, one of his knees pressed between her legs as his lips found hers again.
He groaned into the kiss, deepening it, while his hand caressed her hair. She rewarded him with a moan. Forget about her laugh. This. This was his favorite sound now and he was convinced that he would hear it. Again, and again.
His lips trailed down her neck, his hands followed over her shoulders, trying not to be greedy, but it seemed like he was worried for nothing, because she grabbed his hand and put it on her chest.
It was so soft under his touch, and he felt her nipple poking through her shirt. He brushed his thumb over it while keeping his lips on her neck. She moaned, arching her back into his hand. The other hand went to her hip, where he snacked his hand underneath the hem of her shirt. “Is… Is this okay with you?”
She chuckled and nodded. “God. Yes. I… I wanted you to touch me for… god… an embarrassing long time.”
His face lit up with a smirk. “I’ll make up for lost time.” He reassured and pulled her shirt over her head. For a moment he could simply stare. “God you’re beautiful.”
She blushed slightly. “Yes?”
“Oh yes. I mean it. Such beauty should be immortalized in paintings. Now I understand why rich people used to keep artists in their households”
He touched her reverently and trailed his kisses down her neck. She writhed beneath him. His hot breath set her skin on fire. As he reached one of her breasts and started kissing and sucking on it she squeezed the other one and groaned. His other hand wandered over the soft curve of her stomach down to her panties. “I can’t believe you left your room like that. Just in a skimpy shirt and panties.” he murmured in her ear.
“That shirt was not skimpy. And you were the one throwing your ass around like an all you can eat dessert buffet.”
He muffled a laugh against her neck. “Don’t tease”
“I’m not. I always thought your butt looks good.” She whispered in his ear before toppling them over. Spencer looked up at her in aw as she started working on his shirt buttons.
He stopped her hands for a moment. “Clearly you’re drunk and in no state to make a decision.”
She swatted his hands away playfully. “I had one drink all night. I’m perfectly capable of consenting.” She took his hands and placed them on her chest. “Now stop sabotaging yourself. I want you.”
These words were his undoing with a growl he rolled them back over again, throwing his shirt somewhere, he didn’t care, and crushing his lips back on hers. It was a rush to finally have her.
She kissed him back just as greedy, her hands went to explore his lean torso, before she went to kiss his neck.
He hissed at the sudden contact of her lips on his sensitive skin. The way she found out just where he liked her lips… It made his eyes roll back into his skull. She was eager, her hand going to his belt.
“Can I…?”
“God yes.” He tried to help get his belt open quicker but almost toppled over. She chuckled. “Let me.” With ease she opened his pants, kissed him deeply and pulled him down to lay next to her on the mattress.
He kicked his pants off, leaving him in tented boxers. Usually, he would have been self-conscious but the way she looked at him made his breath hitch. But before she could undress him further, he stopped her.
“Me first.” With that he pulled her panties off, his lips trailing down her stomach, caressing each curve, while looking up every so often, gauging her reactions. He carefully started trailing his fingers over her vulva, no direct touches, no pressure, just ghosting over her most intimate area.
He teased her patiently, stroking her thighs, pressing kisses into the inner sides of her thighs until she let out a frustrated whine. His fingers parted her folds, giving her a soft kiss before torturously slow inserting one finger. She was so wet, he could have slid in with no problem.
At the sensation of his finger, she gasped. Her inner walls tried to clamp down around him, desperate for more friction. She had always loved his hands, and he did not disappoint her hopes. His fingers were long and strong.
Slowly he worked a second finger into her, while he started to lick her clit. He was still toying with her. With a moan she tried to grind against his fingers harder, to make him give her what she wanted, but he just clicked his tongue disapprovingly.
“Hold still or I stop.” His voice had a demanding tone she had only ever hear him use a couple of times, usually involving the threat of immediate death, but hearing him demanding in this situation made her wetter than she could have expected.
The huff escaped her, and he pulled his fingers back. She quickly caught his wrist. “No, please. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Be good for me.”
His raspy voice made her shiver and she gave him a nod, spreading her legs to give him better access.
“There you go. He inserted his fingers again, upping the pressure as a small reward. One of his arms snaked around her leg to hold her open for him while he started to feast on her. His tongue dove into her alongside his fingers, before focusing his mouths attention back on her clit.
She moaned. He continued, working his fingers deeper into her, while he feasted on her like a starved man. Her moans came closer together and she did his best not to buck into his face, no matter how much she wanted to.
With a little smirk he looked at her and the sight of him between her legs almost made her faint. God, this man was gorgeous. He picked up his pace and added a third finger, giving her the girth she desperately needed.
His pace and pressure got so intense, she saw lights flickering in front of her closed eyelids. “God… Spence… Please… let me cum.”
For a second she thought he would refuse, just to mess with her but he just kept going, doing exactly what he had been doing, driving her crazy.
“Spencer!” She cried out as her walls clamped down around his fingers intensely. Her whole body went rigid for a moment, her back arched from the mattress before falling back. She panted, her chest rising and falling.
Spencer had been dutifully working her through the intense pleasure, just when she came down from the high, he removed his finger slowly, giving her mound a last suckling kiss before coming back to her.
“Was that good?”
She snorted breathless. “Good… is an insufficient word.” She got out, before rolling onto her side, caressing his face, before leaning forward and kissing him gently, tasting herself on his lips.
“Do you want a break?” He asked softly.
“The only way I stop now is for you to strap me down to physically restrain me from continuing.”
He smirked. “Next time.”
“Tell me you brought protection.” She pleaded.
Instead of answering he reached for his back, that lucky stood right next to the bed, pulling out a condom.
With a grin she straddled him, kissing down his chest, mimicking his actions. She pulled down his boxers and revealed his hard dick.
Olivia wasn’t sure what she had expected his dick to look like, but she was far from disappointed. It was big, not comically but she knew in the right position he would make her unable to walk normally for a while.
She looked him in the eyes as she started to touch him, stroking his dick up and down in fluid motion before taking just the tip in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it.
He groaned, his fingers working through her hair, taking hold of her head without pushing her down, just holding onto her.
Her lips worked on him, but she refused to take him in deeper. He knew he had it coming. His head fell back, and he groaned. Olivia kept going, swirling her tongue around him until she felt his grip tighten on her hair, then she pulled back, grinning at him. “Give me the condom.”
He knew better than to argue. She ripped open the package and rolled it onto him. Spencer let out a shaky breath but let her do it. While she worked on rolling the condom on, he kissed her neck.
She looked up at him, giving him another sweet kiss. He moved to cup her cheek, before guiding her onto her back.
“Do you like it like this? Or do you want to be on top?” He inquired, between kisses.
She looked up at him. “Next time.”
He grinned. “We are wracking up quite the list… but I’m not complaining.” He moved between her legs, teasing her with his knee, while gently grasping her breasts, rolling her peaks between his fingers and kissing her neck.
She writhed against him, her breath coming out in pants.
“You’re being so good for me” he praised which elicited a moan. She liked praise. And he was determined to give her exactly what she wanted.
“You will feel so good around me.” He murmured and moved his knee to make space for himself. Olivia pulled him down by his neck, kissed him and gave his dick a few encouraging strokes.
He moved himself to her entrance and pushed in. They both groaned in unison. Feeling Spencer push inside her made her knees weak and when he started moving… this was not the clumsy dancer from just a few minutes ago.
“You feel so good.” He moved with rhythm, filled her deliciously slow. He kept up a good rhythm, deeper and deeper with every thrust, while he kissed her neck. She moaned louder.
“I could listen to you enjoying yourself all day.” He groaned. She put her hands on his hips, trying to make him take her hard.
He took her hand and pressed it into the pillow above her head. “Ah-ah-ah. You have to ask permission first.” He gave another hard thrust, that made her moan.
She tried if he was serious and as she tried to move her hands he pressed them down harder.
“Let me touch you.” She practically whined.
“Say please.”
“I’m so gonna get you back for… oh god…”
He kissed her neck in time with his thrusts. “You’re so welcome to.” He murmured in her ear but let go of her hands.
She tangled one hand in his hair, the other went to his back, her nails digging into his skin.
The little stings spurred him on. He hooked one of her legs over his arm and went deeper. She gasped at the sharp sting of him, hitting her deeper than anyone ever before. He paused, searching her face. “Do you want me to pull out?”
“Don’t you dare!” She wrapped her legs around him and he knew he was a goner. With one hand he fished for a pillow, putting it under her back and used the angle to go deeper. His hips snapped forward, no more restraint.
“Look at you, taken my dick so beautifully.” He braced himself against the headboard with one hand and drove into her again and again. Her moans mixed with his, she loved how loud he was.
His hips moved so smoothly, drilling into her again and again, while his fingers dug into her hips, enough that he most definitely would leave marks, but as he tried to reign himself in, she dug her nails into his back more and he was all too happy to go toe-to-toe.
She held onto him, before pushing him back slightly. “I… I need…” She panted.
His face turned from bliss to a smug grin. “Use your words.”
“Turn me over… Please.”
With a groan he helped her get settled on her knees, placing her hands on the headboard for her and giving her wrists a little pressure to make her understand to keep her hands right there.
“Be good for me.” He whispered in her ear, his breath ghosting over her ear and made the hairs in her neck stand.
She shivered and Spencer gave her a spank on her rear. “Say it.”
Her face flushed. God, she loved demanding-Spencer. “I will be good for you.”
As a reward he entered her in a long hard stroke, that made her gasp.
He started to move again, holding on to her hips. She squeezed him so deliciously, he was thankful he didn’t come the minute he entered her, but now he struggled to keep it together.
The slight stutter in his movement gave him away and she looked over her shoulder at him with a grin before squeezing him tightly. Kegels really paid off just to hear his desperate whimper.
“Fuck I’m going to cum.” Hearing Spencer curse did things to her.
“Me too…” he tried to hold back, but it was too much. Seeing her like this, lost in pleasure…
With a low groan he buried himself inside of her and came. The room fell silent the only noises their shared pants. He carefully pulled out, disposed of the condom before pulling her against his chest and kissed her forehead.
“That was amazing. Thank you.” He whispered.
“Oh no. Thank you.” She grinned and kissed him. He pulled her closer, lazily stroking her shoulder with his thumb.
“I meant it what I said about the list, you know?”
“Oh, I know. And I’m holding you to it.” He sighed content. They drifted off into the best sleep Spencer had in weeks.
They came downstairs for breakfast separately. Apparently, Derek, JJ, Emily and Penelope kept drinking, or that’s what they looked like.
Olivia was at their table before them, chipper pouring her coffee.
“This good a mood in the morning should be arrestable.” Penelope muttered glaring at her.
Olivia grinned. “Hey if you can catch me, I’ll stop.”
“Shut up…”
She nudged her friend and poured her a coffee too. “Come on. You’ll be as good as new in an hour.”
Penelope cursed her under her breath before turning to her pancakes.
Spencer was uncharacteristically late for breakfast, and he came down in a dark-blue shirt.
Olivia could not suppress her smile.
Emily looked up from her plate. “That’s a good Color on you Spencer” she said.
“Thanks.” He sat down, his hand grazing Olivia’s under the table for a second.
“Yeah. Really good.” JJ agreed, exchanging a look with Emily and grinned. “Really brings out the purple in that hickey Olivia gave you.”
Spencer’s hand slapped on his neck and Olivia chocked on her coffee.
“Busted.” Morgan grinned.
“Um…” Olivia stuttered.
“Now now. All is well.” Penelope sat up, now in a better mood.
The others grumbled getting out their wallets.
“You couldn’t keep it in your pants one more day!?” Emily complained.
“You were betting on us!?” Olivia asked unsure whether to be embarrassed or outraged. “Oh yeah. Big time.” Penelope grinned. “And for your cooperation the next drinks are on me.”